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The Visitor

By: Itsinuse



Scott loved living out in the country. He had bought the old farmhouse a couple of years ago and had just about finished the remodeling projects he had wanted done.... Actually, the house was warm and inviting. A place where you could relax and get away from all the pressures of day to day life. It was Friday evening and the beginning of a long weekend. That was always nice having several days off to do things that he really enjoyed or just being able to kick back and watch the corn grow...

This particular evening however, his plans for the weekend were rapidly being changed. A freak winter storm was blowing in and frigid temperatures would prevail until Wednesday according to the weather report. "Just my luck" Scott muttered to himself as he clicked off the television.... "Four days off and I will have to be stuck inside because of the snow." With this disappointing news, he began to build a fire. That always made him feel somewhat better, the den had a huge fireplace on one end and complete with the bear rug in front of the hearth... and the fire always added a rosy warm glow to the room..

Once the fire was burning, he fixed himself a drink and planned to spend some time on ICQ when he heard a knock at the door. Wondering who in the world could be out there in that storm as he made his way to the front of the house..... There before him was a young woman, wet, shivering with cold huddled against the door frame.... "Please excuse my intrusion, but my car slipped off in the ditch a ways back and I have been walking for quite a while..." she said. He immediately let her in, and told her they would have to get her into something dry before she got sick.... There was a bathroom close to the front door and Scott told her he would be right back with something for her to put on.

Racing up the stairs, his mind was replaying her looks. Petite, shapely, from what he could see under her coat. Long darkish hair and big blue eyes. In the master bath, he picked up a robe for her to put on while her clothes dried. Back down the stairs in a flash, he got just a glimpse of her stepping into the shower. Calling out to him, she said, "I hope you don't mind me taking a hot shower, but I am just about frozen" Mesmerized by the stolen look, he just shook his head in agreement, and then realized that she wouldn't be able to hear a head shake and told her to help herself..... Leaving the robe, he went into the den and fixed himself another drink and poured her one as well.

In a few minutes, she entered the den, and immediately went to the fireplace. Taking the drink Scott offered her she sat down on the rug and fanned her hair out behind her to dry. She began to tell him how nasty the weather was turning outside and how she wound up on his doorstep. Scott could help studying her features as she talked. Her hair he noticed wasn't that dark as it began to dry. Her name was Misty and she was from Florida.

Wanting to make sure she was comfortable, Scott offered her some dinner, and they decided to eat in front of the fire. During dinner, the wind was howling threateningly outside and they could see the snow falling thickly as well. "I am really glad I found your house before it got really bad out there," Misty said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Once they had finished eating, she poured them both another drink and brought the bottle with her as well. Sitting there on the rug, they soon found that they had a lot in common. Laughter was in the air as they exchanged road trip stories, jokes and people they had met on the internet...

The evening continued comfortably in front of the fire, and drinks were flowing freely as well. Misty leaned back a bit and was looking at Scott. She liked what she saw, and with the intimate surroundings her mind began to drift towards sensual thoughts. Scott had been studying her as well, his mind having long since turned to sensual fantasies... Her long blonde hair framed her face and hung down her back.... The robe was open at little at the top, just enough to give him a glimpse of her breasts whenever she moved. He also couldn't help but noticed that the way she was leaning back now that he could almost see her crotch. Not quite, but the sight of her long shapely legs were making him feel quite warm.

So caught up in his thoughts, he didn't hear her last remark, and when she touched his shoulder, he realized that he had been very very deep in thought about those incredible legs. He had been looking at the fire again to keep from blatantly staring at her. When he turned to look at her, he realized the robe was open slightly, but enough for him to see her breasts, down her flat, firm stomach and just a peek of her mound... Knowing he was staring with his mouth open, she opened the robe further and then let it drop in a heap around her feet. The only source of light in the den was coming from the fireplace and it cast a golden glow on her body.

She dropped to her knees right beside him and began to rub her nipples, asking him if he could give her some assistance. He couldn't believe the luck he was having. She had an incredible body with perky breasts and nipples that were already hardened nubs and her mound was covered with light blonde hair so fair and fine that he could see her lips just peeking out at him. Her enormous blue eyes had a pleading look in them, when she brushed her nipple against his lips. As he sucked her nipple into his mouth, she placed herself in his lap facing him. The heat radiating from her pussy was extreme. Scott could feel her hands in his hair, stroking his head as he feasted on her gorgeous breasts... Her pussy was so wet that he could feel his pants getting damp while she was rubbing herself against him.... But every time he tried to leave her breasts, she would guide his head right back to them.....

"We have all night, so there is no need to rush things, Scott." His fingers did make their way to her cunt and began to stroke her. He could tell she was enjoying herself very much and then to his surprise, Misty stood up which put her cunt right at mouth level for him... But her hands kept him from getting close enough to touch her pussy lips... All he could do, was savor her aroma of her arousal. He could also get a very good look as well. Her pussy came closer to his lips and then brushed against them..... "Lick me Scott" and her hands guided him even closer to her..... As his tongue slid against her outer lips, he could hear the intake of breath and felt her body stiffen in anticipation. Excited as well, his tongue probed deeper into the folds of flesh, savoring her juices. When he found her clit, it was already swollen and peeking out from its protective hood. Begging to be kissed. Sucking it into his mouth, Scott grazed it a couple of times with his teeth, and then circling it over and over with his tongue.

Misty pulled herself away from him and laid down on the rug..... with her legs spread wide, he could see all of her cunt. It was glistening with her wetness and his saliva... "I want you to make me cum with your mouth first, Scott" she murmured..... Still clothed, Scott buried his face between those luscious thighs and began to excite her.... At first, he just let his breath caress her lips and the sensitive flesh on the inside of her thighs. Knowing she was already hot and excited, this inflamed the passion fires of them both. Then he teasingly, let his tongue lightly lick the outer lips before delving further into the folds. Blowing on her engorged clit, made her moan and writhe in pleasure...... then he finally let his tongue lick the slit of her cunt.... This made her cry out with extreme desire and need. She began to lift and buck her hips trying to get his tongue inside her hot wet hole.... But Scott was enjoying her cunt to much to hurry... he was going to make her remember the night of the storm....

Misty couldn't believe her luck. Finding a man out in the middle of nowhere that could eat pussy like this? It was just fantastic, she could feel her orgasm building and getting closer. She could feel him opening her pussy lips and sucking her clit into his mouth...... between the feel of his hot tongue and the little nips with his teeth, she was going over the edge in a big way. The white hot pleasure waves began crashing down and all over her body, starting at her clit. At that very moment, there seemed to be nothing around but her clit and his mouth..... once she came back to coherent thought, she sat up and began to undress him. Eager to see and touch all of him and of course to give him back the pleasure he had just given her. Excitement was thick in the room as she began unzipping his jeans while he removed his shirt..

Once she had him free of his clothing, Misty took his cock in her hand and began to stroke it. Precum was glistening on the tip. She bent down and lightly licked the tip tasting him. Then she began letting her long silky hair tease his cock and balls while she stroked him... Soon Scott could feel her hot wet tongue lapping at his balls, and then sucking one into her mouth and then the other one.... This really had an affect on him.... Then that hot tongue started flicking its way up the length of his shaft really driving him crazy. Once at the head, she took her time, sucking it, and circling it with her tongue....... Scott's breathing was beginning to get rapid as she suddenly went down on his cock.... He could feel her lips at the base! Then her tongue stretched out and licked his balls a bit, while she was stroking them. Feeling the tightness of her throat around his cock, he thought he would cum right then and there, but she began pumping his cock with her mouth...... He was fascinated with the expertise in her deep throat abilities..... His balls began to tighten with the warm familiar feel of an orgasm on its way..... Misty could feel it too and began to increase the tempo of her sucking and when he began to cum she took him all the way down and began milking his cock with her throat muscles... She was pleased with the way he just seemed to cum and cum and cum some more.... Afterwards she took great pleasure in licking every drop of his cream of the head of his cock.

Still nude, she poured both of them a drink and began to rub herself against him, enticing him to fuck her..... Scott could see her breasts in the firelight and wanted to lick those luscious globes again..... Pulling her closer to him, he began to lick and tease her nipples.. Misty pressed them into his face in such a way that it was hard for him to breathe, but he continued his oral assault on those perfectly shaped globes with their hardened nubs.... in doing so, he could feel himself getting hard again and she began to stroke and tease him to his full length..... "Fuck me, Scott" was all she could say..... begging and pleading to be filled with his cock.... "I want to fill me with your cock..." and then she pulled away and got on her hands and knees with her pussy and ass facing him.... His cock was very hard and when it jumped it thumped his belly. She was a sight to behold.... Ass and glistening wet pussy right there with in reach..... she started backing up to him, telling him how much she wanted him to fuck her.... But first, he wanted to get in a few more licks especially with the easy access he had to all of her now.

As his tongue began its journey over her slit she tensed a bit and began to moan and groan.... Grabbing her hips, he began to tongue her hot hole. She began to buck and grinding her hips against his mouth..... and constantly begging him to fuck her .... When Scott thought she had begged enough, he began to rub his cock on her slit, making her squirm and plead with him even more...... Finally, he couldn't take it any longer either, he drove his cock deep within her. He was shocked at how tight and hot she was. The silky smoothness of her pussy was closed all around him the muscles gripping as he slowly eased back until just the tip was still inside before sliding back into her. Grabbing her shoulders his pace quickened as he began grinding his hips against her ass....harder and harder as he impaled her over and over again...... She was moaning a lot now and her pussy began to pulse around his cock, and clamping down even tighter...... Scott began to feel his own cum squirting deep within her pussy and continued to pump into her......

Finally both of them spent and relaxed, they laid together on the rug, watching the fire and getting their breathing to normal again...... and thinking of the next round of play.

The Visitor



When Barbara woke up she assumed it would be a day pretty much like every other day. It was a Wednesday, the middle of the work week. Where most people tend to say they hate Mondays it was always Wednesdays that Barbara liked the least. It seemed somehow unfair to her that after busting her butt for two days she still had three more days to go. Mondays were usually good; she was refreshed and happy to take on the challenges of work. Tuesdays were generally light since she had cleared away all the beginning of the week nonsense. Thursdays and Fridays were a mixed bag, either everyone was winding down and sliding through to the weekend or the place was in panic mode to solve a crisis before Saturday. No one wanted their weekend ruined by unexpected work. By for some reason Wednesdays were almost always bad days. In fact it was usually a Wednesday issue that threw Thursday and Friday into panic days. 

That particular Wednesday though had started off very well for Barbara. She awoke feeling refreshed a few minutes before her alarm was due to ring. She hated the jarring awakening she got from an alarm clock. Outside the weather was beautiful. It was a sunny warm early spring day in contrast to the rainy cold morning the weather channel had predicted. After her shower her usually difficult long brown hair easily fell into an attractive look. The outfit she selected fit well and looked good. This was confirmed in her mind by the appreciative good natured whistle she got from the nice gentleman that lived across the hall. There was even a cab waiting at the front of her building when she emerged into the city that day. As the yellow hack whisked her though the light traffic toward her office she thought that maybe Wednesdays weren't so bad after all. 

That thought quickly disappeared when she was thrown forward by the sudden panic stop of the cab. As her head bounced off the seat in front of her she looked up to see a fireball streaking past the city sky line. In another instant it disappeared. Fortunately, it had landed harmlessly in the river. A cloud of steam quickly replaced the glow of the object's fiery trail. Though no real damage had occurred the sudden stoppage of traffic had left cars pointed in odd directions. The resulting snarl would take hours to untangle. Since she was only a few blocks from her office so she paid the cabbie and started walking.

Once at her office it became apparent that no work would be getting done that day. Everyone was a buzz about the meteor, or comet, or space junk, or UFO that had landed in the river. However, the combined efforts of NASA, the CIA, the FBI, the NSA, city and state authorities could not find even a tiny piece of anything to suggest a solid object had impacted the river. A NASA spokesman theorized that whatever was at the center of the fireball crystallized on impact with the cold water. After which it must have simply dissolved. Of course the search was ongoing and water samples would be tested for unusual contaminates. However, in the opinion of the country's best scientists there was no cause for concern. 

As is generally the case with such things by the weekend the incident was all but forgotten. Most people had moved onto the next news item. There were of course a few scientists still investigating the phenomenon, as well as many UFO conspiracy theorists that tried to keep the story going on the internet. The UFO folks as usual were dismissed as fruitcakes for the most part. The scientists as usual worked in relative obscurity. One of the scientists, Dennis Appleton had begun perusing the UFO blogs. He was convinced that the object that plunged into the river was not a natural occurrence. He had evidence that showed that it did not follow a trajectory that was consisted with a meteorite or even a piece of space junk. He also found it impossible to believe that an object producing a fireball of the size reported could have instantly dissolved. The fact that not even a trace of any unusual compounds was found in any water samples was further proof that it had not dissolved. 

However, since Dennis had twice made claims that turned out to be incorrect due to the use of faulty evidence while studying for his PhD, the mainstream scientific community was not interested in the young researcher's opinions. He knew that if there was a danger out there he would need to find solid evidence before he could sound the alarm. Dennis hoped he wouldn't be too late. He had already checked every non-classified radar scan he could access to determine if there had been a missile launch or air craft mishap that could account for the object. He knew even a crashing plane might still be under a brave pilot's guidance. There was no evidence of a plane crashing. There was certainly no evidence of any missiles being launched. However, he knew that such things were often kept secret by the government. 

He also knew that some of the bloggers had ways to access things that the government thought were secure. But the blogs contained nothing to suggest that a missile had been launched anywhere in the required time frame. Dennis was convinced that the object had to be of extraterrestrial origin. He was equally certain that it was somehow being hidden. What he needed to discover was how and by whom. It was conceivable that it was his own government that was hiding the remains of the object. Even though he wasn't a big Area 51 conspiracy type, he had no doubt that the government might do such a thing in a misguided attempt to protect the people. However, he was leaning toward the idea that some superior intelligence had arrived on Earth. Somehow they were hiding their conveyance. 

Meanwhile, down river an unassuming gentleman had arrived almost unnoticed in the suburban village of Radcliff. The stranger simply blended in with the small throng of antique hunters that descended on Main Street almost every spring weekend. Though there were still a few real antique shops in the business district most of the store fronts had been converted to trendy places trying to get city folks to leave more money in the quaint village. The stranger stopped in a few of the shops as he walked along the street. He purchased an item or two here and there. The only thing at all unusual about the man was that he paid with cash instead of plastic. Few folks actually carried much cash preferring the ease of electronic payment. But no one paid much mind that all of the bills he used were so new it was almost as if he had plucked them directly from the press. After meandering along the street for a time he came to The Olde Town Boarding House.

In the days when the city street car line ended at Radcliff the old place had been a true boarding house. It was home to a number of young women who worked as typists or seamstresses or the like in the city but wanted the safety of living outside of town. The street cars didn't run any longer and young women seldom sought such accommodations. The place had been converted to a bed and breakfast. In the summer it was usually very busy. It had become a popular place with young couples that thought it was a romantic spot to fuck. The owners had had to add some sound proofing to the walls in recent years. The visitor knew nothing of these things but it seemed to him a good place to rest before moving on. He paid cash in advance for three days use of a third floor room in the front corner of the house. From the windows of that room he could see almost anything that happened in the village center. 

When Barbara discovered that the sunny warm weather was continuing into the weekend she decided to get out of the city for a couple of days. Work was slow so her boss happily agreed to Barbara taking a couple of days of her back vacation. She was pleased that her life-long best friend was up for a reunion. Barbara had grown up in Radcliff. Her friend Cheryl still lived in the old neighborhood. Barbara hadn't been back to her hometown in two years. After her parents retired to Florida she just didn't have a reason to make the effort. Cheryl came into the city regularly and most of the rest of her old friends had drifted far and wide. 

As she made the leisurely drive along the palisades down Riverside Parkway, Barbara thought about the little village where she had grown up. Though it had changed over the years it was still the same basic small town. There was still a sandy beach on the river. Conservation and clean up efforts had once again made it safe to swim there. Riverland, the states oldest amusement park had been renovated and was reopened after ten years of abandonment. The city fathers had stubbornly refused to sell the place. With the influx of weekend tourists they managed to convince the local business community to invest in the park's rebirth. Of course it didn't have any big new modern fancy rides. It was just a simple place to have fun in a small town. The carousel was over a hundred years old; the Ferris wheel shaky enough to cause a young man's date to snuggle close; and the roller coaster was so rickety it rattled the rider's teeth. The snow cones, funnel cakes and other treats were still homemade the same as they were in the 1890's. 

The nicest thing about Radcliff was that it had avoided the fate of so many outer suburbs of the city. It had not become just another bedroom community with scores of tract houses filling acres of leveled land. You could count on your hands and toes the number of new houses that had been built in the Radcliff area in the last thirty years and have digits left over. There had never been a real highway there and the street car line was not replaced by subway. 

Barbara felt a rush of excitement as she turned off the parkway onto Radcliff Drive. She was surprised when she encountered a barricade preventing her turning onto Main Street. The friendly Village policeman explained that Main Street had to be closed to cars on weekends for safety. It took Barbara a minute to recognize her old junior high boyfriend Chuck Stevens all grown up in his uniform.

"Chuck?" She asked more than said.

"Do I know you?"

"Well if you are Chuck Stevens you do. I am Barbara Kelly."

"Oh my god! Barbara! It has been a long time."

"Yeah sure has. I thought you moved away."

"I did. Became a cop in Michigan. Hated the work and happened to see an ad for a job here in Radcliff. Been on the village force for three years. I should have never left. Hey why don't you park in the lot down the block? I am due a break, we could get some coffee or something and catch up."

"Sounds good, want to ride along?"

He got in the passenger side of her mid-size BMW.

"Nice car. I guess you are doing alright for yourself?"

"I suppose. I have a pretty good job in the city at a big accounting firm. But it is just being single that lets me afford luxuries like this car. How about you, are you married?"

"Divorced. Jumped in too quick and it didn't last long."

They found a spot and walked up toward the growing throng that was milling about the shops, restaurants and coffee bars of the old downtown area. 

"Wow sure wasn't like this when we were kids," She remarked.

"No, big changes now that Radcliff is a tourist Mecca," He replied with chuckle, "You remember Mrs. Davidson's General Store?"

"Of course that is where you took me on our first date for a soda."

"Wow you remember that? Anyway, it is a Starbucks now with rooms to rent upstairs."

"Um let's skip that. I see enough of those in the city."

"Ok, Feller's Ice Cream Shop is still the same. I can get you a soda there."

"Very cute Chuck. How come you and I broke up?"

"We were fourteen. We had other fish to fry."

"Well to tell you the truth I haven't fried any lately," She said giggling.

"That's hard to believe Barb. You growed up real purty!" He said with a put on accent.

"You sure aren't no skinny little kid any more yourself."

It had been a long time since she had such a comfortable easy conversation with a man. It had also been a long time since she had gone to bed with a man. Not for lack of opportunity however. She had plenty of men interested. But those that weren't married just didn't do anything for her and she wasn't the type to screw another woman's man. Before the recent self-imposed dry spell she had had a series of unsatisfying sexual encounters. She told herself she had just gotten tired of the game. The truth was that she simply couldn't seem to connect with anyone. As she took Chuck's arm she wondered if he might be able to light a fire in her crotch for a couple of nights. She knew that she needed to be fucked. 

As they set in the ice cream shop sipping their sodas Chuck asked, "How long you going to be in the village?"

"Just a couple of days. I took a mini vacation."

"You staying at your folks?"

"No, they moved to Florida a couple years ago. I am supposed to be at Cheryl Darnell's house just about now."

"Oh yeah I ran into her the other day. There are only a few of the old gang around here anymore. I knew your parents had moved but the records still show that they own the house."

"They are renting it out. The Robertson's are using it for storage I think. I am pretty sure my parents are hoping I will change my mind and decide to live there myself. Hey I really enjoyed seeing you again. Hate to go but Cheryl will start worrying soon."

"I got to get back to work myself. Maybe we can finish catching up later."

"I would like that. Now you going to walk me back to my car officer?"

"Might be better if you walked to Cheryl's and picked up the car later. Take you forever to go around the village with all these tourists...hey I got an idea. Give me your keys and I will bring your car over after I get off duty."

"You sure you don't mind?

"No, that way I can be sure to see you again. No sense in you going all the way around town when you are a five minute walk from her house."

She handed him her keys and they headed in separate direction. She smiled as she thought how nice it was to be back in a place where she had no worries about handing her car keys to another person. She sure wouldn't hand her car keys to someone she hadn't seen in twelve years if she was in the city. 

The visitor looked out the window of his room surveying the people that were milling around Main Street. A woman who was heading up the street seemed to have an unusual bounce in her step. Most of the people were seemingly moving without purpose just ambling from store to store. But the pretty brown haired woman that caught his attention clearly had a destination in mind. She also had a different look on her face than most. She was not searching for anything. He wondered if she had found what she came for. He wondered if perhaps he had found what he had come for. She was still too far away for him to get the answer to either question. She turned down a side street a block away. He had to get closer to her. 

He hurried from his room and all but flew down the stairs. He would have liked to move faster down the block but the crowd might have taken notice. At a normal pace the nondescript visitor was practically invisible. By the time he turned the corner she was already two blocks ahead of him. Far too much distance for his senses to discern anything. He closed the gap as quickly as he dared. If he alarmed her he would gain nothing; her mind would close to him. She disappeared out of sight down another street. He could freely more forward. But even with his fleet footedness she was still a half a block away when he reached the corner. The tendrils of his mind could only touch the surface of her thoughts. He knew that she was happy; she was visiting a friend; she was excited, but not over the visit. Something very nice had just happened to her. Suddenly he felt the rush of pure bliss he felt the previous night when he had awoken to strange very unhumanlike sounds coming from the room next him. These creatures clearly possessed previously unknown powers. He had to learn the source. 

He tried to will her to stop but he was still inches too far away to take control of her. She was at her destination. Another female appeared. He couldn't risk trying to control them both. Though the creature's intellects were far inferior to his he had already discovered that the female's emotional strength provided a daunting challenge. In the short time he had been on earth he had grown increasingly puzzled over the paradox of human society. It seemed incongruous that a male dominated order had thrived when the female clearly had the greater capacity to control. The creatures had not yet learned that brawn was irrelevant when it came to true power. He wondered if the ancient forerunners of his own species had been like that before they morphed into complete asexual beings. He knew that his mission would soon require him to use the odd looking sex organs of his humanoid body. But he was not certain if he would be able to experience long dormant feelings. 

The visitor passed by the two females nonchalantly. They took no notice of him. That played well into his needs. He was able to dig deeper into the darker haired one's mind. He was pleased that she was ripe and desirous of coupling with a male. He was disturbed by two other sensations he felt. One came from the blond woman. It was not male genitalia that seemed to be at the core of her strong desires. She had a sexual attraction to the other woman. He did not understand what the purpose of such a thing could be. Two females could not procreate, yet the blond seemed to want to do things with the dark-haired one that would be expected to lead to procreation. He decided that too would need further study. However, it was the sensation that came from within his humanoid form that disturbed him the most. His body's genitals were changing slightly without his having willed any morphing. It seemed that humans were not in complete control of their actions. This terrified him because that made the species dangerously unpredictable. The visitor circled the block and passed unnoticed as he quickly returned to his room. 

After spending a few minutes talking in the front yard Cheryl led Barbara into the house. There was no need to offer a tour. Barbara had spent nearly as much time in that house as she had her own which was on the next block. 

"Where is your car and luggage?" Cheryl asked confused.

"That my dear friend is a bit of a tale."

"Well than let us go into the kitchen and get a drink while you tell your tale."

They set at the kitchen table drinking wine while Barbara told Cheryl about running into Chuck and the traffic. Cheryl was a bit disappointed to hear her old friend talk about the possibilities of romance with officer Chucky as she called him. Cheryl had known she was a lesbian since she knew what sex was. She had never gotten over her crush on her best friend and still held out hope of one day bedding Barbara. The longer Barbara stayed unmarried the better chance Cheryl thought she had of realizing her dream. Because she was afraid it would push Barbara away, Cheryl never discussed her sexual orientation with her friend. Cheryl's flirting had never registered with Barbara nor had Cheryl's lack of male dates ever raised suspicions. It just never occurred to Barbara that her friend was gay. 

They were on their second bottle of wine by the time Barbara finished catching Cheryl up on the latest chapter of her version of Sex and the City. In Barbara's case the tale mostly involved very bad pick up lines and occasionally worse sex. The wine, Barbara's obvious horniness and Cheryl's long unrequited desires combined to embolden the blond. She reached for Barbara's hand as she spoke haltingly. 

"Sweetie, there are ways to scratch that itch that don't involve a dick."

"Um what are you trying to say?"




The Visitor



"Wow, I don't know any way to say this but straight out. I am gay. I have loved and wanted you for longer than I can remember. I can make you forget about every bad fuck you ever had."

"Cheryl, that isn't possible. I would have known. I have never been closer to anybody."

"You would have known if you paid attention. Shit, how many guys have I told you about and how many have you told me about?"

"But you dated all the time when I lived here."

"Yeah and I even fucked some of them, but that doesn't change the fact that I am a lesbian. Damn even when Tommy Adams was screwing me I felt nothing!"

"Then why did you do it?"

"I did what I thought I was supposed to do. Every girl in town wanted Tommy, but I got him."

"Oh fuck, why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I tried to hint, but I was too afraid to tell you or anyone. You know how it is in this town? I would have been crucified."

"But you could have trusted me. I would never hurt you."

"I couldn't know that. All you ever did was talk about boys and cock."

"I am sorry; I wish I was a better friend so you could have trusted me."

"Oh god no, you were and are the best, Barbara. It was the time and place."

Both women had tears streaming down their faces at that point.

"Cheryl I have to tell you that I have never even thought about gay sex. I don't think..er..um.. Have you ever.."

"Yes I have licked some cunt if that is what you are trying so hard to ask!"

Barbara was shocked at her friends tone and choice of words.

"Please don't be mad because I don't have the same desires as you."

"I am sorry, I am not mad at you really. I don't expect you to suddenly want to have sex with me because I announce I am a lesbian. I have just always hoped that someday we might. I don't know you not getting married seemed like maybe there was something hidden in you too."

"Cheryl, you never found a woman you wanted to make more permanent arrangements with?"

"I got close a time or two, but it s hard to make a relationship work when you are in love with someone else besides your partner. Maybe now that you have turned me down I can put out my torch and find someone."

"Oh god I wish you had said something years ago so it wouldn't have come to this. I hate that I am hurting you."

Before Cheryl could respond there was a loud knock at the door.

"Fuck, I don't want to see anyone now!" Cheryl complained.

There was another bang and Chuck yelled through the door, "Open up it's the cops!"

"Damn it is Chuck with my car and stuff," Barbara whispered.

"Go let him in while I wash my face. We can finish this later."

They hugged and went in separate directions. When Barbara opened the door Chuck was standing there with a suitcase in one hand and big bag in the other getting ready to kick the door again.

"Damn Barb, what took so long? You gals need to hide the stash?"

"Shit, silly boy, I gave that up years ago," She said automatically shifting into flirting mode.

Despite her conversation with Cheryl, Barbara was still hoping to find out what it was like to ride Chuck's nightstick now that he was full grown. The first time around they hadn't gone beyond kissing. She took the suitcase and asked him what was in the bag.

"Dinner for three. I hope you hadn't made plans yet."

"I don't have any but we will have to ask Cheryl."

"Ask me what? Hi Chucky," Cheryl said seemingly her old self.

Barbara figured it was just a good act. But she was still grateful her friend managed to pull herself together.

"Hey hot stuff. I went to Donny's grill and picked up a little romantic dinner for three. What do you say?" Chuck asked with a wink.

"I don't know about romantic but I am always up for Donny's cooking. I hope you got barbeque and slaw."

"That along with beans and tater salad ma'am."

"Good deal! You want a beer with that, Chucky?"

She had been the only one to call him Chucky when they were kids. When he came back to town she just fell back into the nickname. He was the only boy that she had ever considered a real friend. Because of that she had rebuffed every romantic advance he made. She thought that he would likely have been a pleasant enough fuck. But she only fucked for show and didn't want to hurt him.

"Please."

"Barbara can you grab some plates from the buffet while I get the drinks? You want beer or more wine?"

"Sure. I better stay with the wine and maybe a glass of water. I seem to be getting tipsy."

As Cheryl walked away Chuck observed mostly to himself that he should have married that fine piece of ass and stayed in Radcliff.

"Chuck Stevens! Did you forget I was in the room?"

"Sorry just musing about old times."

"Well I don't think you had a chance then or now. But if you play your cards right there could still be some romance in your immediate future." 

"Well I suppose you do deserve first dibs. After all you were the first girl ever let me touch her boob," He said with a smirk.

"I never!"

"Yes you did. I guess it wasn't as memorable for you. Senior year I was taking Milly Sims to the prom. I was sure she was going to at least let me feel her up. When I told you I had never touched a girl's breast and was afraid I would mess up you let me practice a feel on you."

"Oh shit, Chucky that was you first feel. Fuck 18 and through a padded bra!" Cheryl said with a laugh as she came in with a tray loaded with drinks.

"I really had forgotten. I hope Milly appreciated my hard work," Barbara said laughing too. 

"I guess she did. I got laid prom night," Chuck added unashamedly.

"You waited long enough to dip your stick, Chucky," Cheryl teased enjoying the diversion of talking old times.

"Well I was holding out for you Cher. But you shot me down more times then those ducks at the Riverland shooting gallery. Finally found someone to take pity on me," He said only half joking as they began to eat. 

After a few minutes of silence, Cheryl turned to Barbara and asked, "Should I tell him?"

"That is something only you can know, but if it was me I think I would," Barbara answered surprised at having been asked.

"Tell me what? Geez, am I finally getting lucky tonight?" Chuck piped up in his usual happy manner.

"Not exactly, Chucky. But we have been friends a long time and I think maybe it is time I told you why you got shot down so much. Shit if there was ever any boy I would have actually wanted it would have been you. But the thing is I am gay."

"Well that explains why my charms never worked on you," He joked, "But seriously I have known that for a long time."

"How?"

"When I was home after junior year of college Tammy Dorsey and I had a summer romance," He started to explain.

"Is that code for you were fucking?" Cheryl interrupted.

"Yeah, anyway, she decided that we should share our sexual histories. She seemed to get off on talking about that shit. Anyway, as you know, hers included you, Cher."

"That big mouth bitch!" Cheryl exclaimed. "So you just assumed I was gay because I had been with one chick?"

"Actually, no. Tammy clearly wasn't gay and I figured you two had just been experimenting. I knew you had slept with at least two guys back in high school. But she insisted that you were a lesbian. You should know that I never cared, but I was bothered that you didn't talk to me about it. Hell I told you everything back then."

"You never told me that you fucked Tammy."

"Cher, you were off on your European adventure that summer. I didn't see you until the following Thanksgiving. With her revelations about your sexuality, I figure it was better I didn't mention anything about being with her."

"So why the hell have you continued to flirt with me like a dog sniffing after a bitch in heat?"

"Habit and because I like it. Shit Cher, you do know you were my first true love."

"Oh so what am I, chopped liver?" Barbara piped up hoping to stifle the building tension.

"Ok don't fight over me ladies."

As always when stuck Chuck turned to joking. The conversation turned to more pleasant old memories as they finished dinner. 

Meanwhile at the boarding house, the visitor was pacing in his room. He needed to investigate the powerful new emotions that he had experienced. However, he had learned that humans were rather skittish creatures. It was difficult to get them to even engage in simple conversation with a stranger. The effort that it took to maintain his human appearance used so much of his power that his ability to delve into their minds was limited. His only hope of making valuable discoveries was to engage them intellectually one-on-one or to surreptitiously observe them when not in human form. He decided to try the latter that evening.

He took the form of a different earth creature that night. He had observed that there was a creature that could move among the humans almost without notice. On the surface the creature was both physically and mentally inferior to humans. Yet humans seemed to revere and get pleasure from the clever little animals.

The grey and black tabby moved through the shadows unnoticed by the last of the shoppers on Main Street. The visitor observed that humans tended to shy away from the dark. Most of the throng was either in their personal conveyance machines or huddle in one of the group dinning chambers. The cat's night vision helped him easily find his way back to the house he had seen earlier. He hoped that the two women would still be there. As he was about to climb the fence and enter the yard the visitor heard a tremendous banging and then saw the light as it leaked out into the night from an open door. He watched as the dark haired female allowed the male entrance to the house. 

The sleek cat leapt into the yard and secreted himself in some bushes next to the house. Then the cat was no more. The visitor allowed himself to appear in his natural form. At least he assumed it was his natural form. It was the form that required no effort on his part to maintain. He had not been home in what to humans would have comprised nearly two life spans. In that time he had assumed the form of so many different species that it was hard to be certain what his natural appearance might be. Having let go the effort to maintain his appearance he was free to use his full powers to probe the humans inside the house. Invisible tendrils reached out and easily captured the thoughts and emotions of the three humans. 

The blonde who wanted to mate with her own gender had confused and jumbled thoughts. Her emotions seemed to ebb and flow. He could feel her anger as well as her desire. The dark-haired one also seemed confused. Deep below the surface there were thoughts of mating with the male. But he did not feel in her what humans called love. Instead he felt a new word lust. He also felt some reluctance in her to satisfy her desire. That reluctance was oddly connected to the blonde's desires. The male's mind was simpler. There was no conflict. He clearly cared for both of the females. He wanted to mate with the dark haired female but there was a hint of another new concept to the visitor. In what felt like a dream to the visitor the male held a vision of being unclothed with both females. Humans were known to be an essentially monogamous species. While not all mating was for life it was known that they took a single partner for some period of time. Multiple mating had not previously been observed. The visitor was puzzled about the male having thoughts that were not in the nature of the species. There was clearly much more for him to learn. He decided that these three even if they were anomalies warranted more study. 

As he continued to investigate the thoughts of the three humans he was drawn ever deeper into the male's dreamlike thoughts. Clearly previous data on the mating habits of these creatures was mistaken. This male carried many images of group sexual activity in his mind. Some of the images were not conjured up as in a dream but were clearly memories. But they were not the moving memories found in must human minds. They were still images. The male was recalling photographs of such activity. This was yet another curiosity to the visitor. He saw no benefit in photographing mating activities or looking at the resulting images. Yet the visitor was drawn ever deeper into that area of the males mind.

Suddenly the visitor felt a strange sensation. His body seemed to be changing. He feared his was losing control of his morphing abilities. There was some sort of growth forming on his lower body. He slipped an appendage down to what a human would have called his crotch to investigate the odd phenomena. He discovered something akin to human male genitalia was emerging from his body. His species was capable of developing the sexual characteristics of both genders. However, there was no recorded evidence of an investigator spontaneously becoming gender identified with a subject species. 

The visitor immediately ceased his deep probe of the males mind. His theory was that he had connected too deeply with the humans sexual thoughts and his own body had begun to synchronize with the humans. The trio was finishing dinner and the visitor wanted to observe sexual rituals while he had the opportunity. He knew considering the desires present it would not be difficult for him to use gentle suggestion to cause the mating process to occur. However, he did not want to chance trying to manipulate three minds at once. Though the chance to study a same sex mating was intriguing it also would have been the hardest to make happen. Both the male and the dark-haired female seemed to desire mating. They would be the easiest to stimulate to action. He decided that the blond one would have to be removed from the scene.

Suddenly, Cheryl felt an overpowering desire to leave the house. She grabbed her wine glass and drained the remaining liquid down her throat as she fought to control the odd feeling. She had never been one to have ants in her pants before and was puzzled about the sudden desire to flee her own house. She managed to wait until they had finished eating to announce that she was going for a walk. 

"Let one or both of us go with you then," Barbara suggested a bit worried about her friends sudden change of demeanor. 

"No I will be ok; I just need some time alone. The air will do me good. I have some shit to sort out I guess," Cheryl said not really sure why she was going, "Help yourself to more wine or beer or whatever. I will be back in awhile."

Truth was she didn't know where she was going or for how long when she walked out the door. Long and far she heard in her head as she turned toward Main Street after seeing what she thought was a shadow in the bushes. 

Almost as soon as Cheryl was out the door Barbara felt an intense desire to kiss Chuck. Chuck's already strong desire to bed Barbara grew to a near obsession and his cock grew hard in his pants. He squirmed in his seat and tried to will away his erection as Barbara stood. She moved behind him and began to massage his shoulders.

"Want another beer, handsome?" She asked in a sultry voice.

"Oh god, Barb, all I really want right now is you!" He blurted out.

"Good! Cause I am all yours!" She said as she slid into his lap.

She smiled when she felt his hard cock press into her ass. They began to kiss sloppily. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue danced around hers.

"Oh god baby, your cock feels so big and hard. I want it in me, please fuck me, Chuck!" She cried as she pulled her lips away from Chuck's mouth.

"Oh, I can't believe I am so horny. I want you so much Barb. But how can we? Cher might come back."

"I don't care, just come fuck me now," She demanded as she slipped off his lap and tugged at his hand. 

He was helpless to resist even though he knew something was wrong. He followed her to the living room where they practically ripped each other's clothes off. She dropped to her knees and took his long thick cock into her mouth. He was practically howling with desire as she sucked him deep into her mouth. Desire won out over pleasure. He reached down and pulled her to her feet.

"Damn, I need you now, Babe!"

"Oh god, Chuck, your cock felt so good in my mouth. I want you to take my pussy with it."

He pushed her lithe naked body onto the sofa and pounced upon her. First he buried his face between her legs and began licking her already soaking wet sex as if he was some crazed sex fiend. She came in seconds flooding his face with thick creamy female cum. 

"Fuck me now! Give that big cock to me! Please baby, my cunt is aching for you!" She screamed. 

He moved between her legs and his hard tool instantly found its mark. It was a short almost violent fuck. His orgasm was so powerful he blacked out. She came repeatedly until her eyes rolled back in her head and she joined him in blissful unconsciousness.

The visitor who had moved to another window to get a better view was stunned that his gentle suggestion had ignited such passion in his subjects. Being in both their heads at the same time the visitor quickly began to lose control himself. What had started earlier was completed. He was fully male and his human-like cock had grown huge and hard. The new growth differed from the human male he was observing in a few significant ways. It was much larger than all but the rarest human penis, covered with small bumpy protrusions and streaked with a myriad of colors not found on human flesh. An observer would have seen hints of fuchsia, jade, ocher, and sapphire. He wrapped the end of his appendage around the newly acquired body part as he recorded the feelings and emotions of his subjects. With what was left of his analytical abilities he wondered if his new genitals were like those of his ancient ancestors and if they had felt such sexual pleasures. When he felt his subject's peak he too erupted. A thick green pool of vital fluids formed at his feet and was slowly absorbed into the ground. 

Whereas the humans had exceeded their capacity for pleasure, the visitor felt as if he had only scratched the surface. However he knew that he must find the blond one and right her course or she might well travel a great distance before returning. The alien form vanished and in its places was a small gray furry creature. It was no ordinary cat though. This one could move with complete stealth while traveling at speeds unknown in any creature on earth. The visitor followed the scent of the blond female and soon found her walking along the river north of the village.

He saw the remoteness of the place and her vulnerability as an opportunity for more discoveries. The cat-like creature morphed into a human female that looked much like the one the visitor had left sleeping with Chuck. The visitor sent thoughts of peace and safety to Cheryl as the young vivacious dark-haired female approached the blonde at the river's edge. Though startled by the strangers approach, Cheryl felt oddly calm and unafraid. 

"Hi, I seemed to have gotten myself lost. I hope you can help me," The brunette said as she approached Cheryl. 

"Well I have lived here all my life so I am sure I can. But where did you come from?"

"I was visiting a nice little town with a male friend. He parked by the river and tired to get me to.." The visitor fought to come up with the right word, "um have sex with him."

The effect of the visitor's indecision helped make the story seem real.

"Yeah well we know how men are. He didn't rape you did he?"

The visitor had to probe Cheryl's mind for the meaning of the question. He was shocked when he discovered what she was asking.

"Oh no, nothing like that. I got out of his vehicle and he surprised me by driving away and leaving me there. I didn't remember which way we had come."

"Geez, is this creep your boyfriend, honey?"





The Visitor



Again the visitor was confused about the meaning of the question. He had not encountered the word creep and he had no idea why the blonde was addressing the stranger as the product of a small insect. 

"No, he was a friend. I guess he had different ideas. But I am not into males that way."

The visitor felt Cheryl's thoughts about the odd choice of words and once again sent soothing thoughts.

"Are you saying that you are gay?" Cheryl asked a bit surprised.

"Well yes I think I am.."

Again the visitor struggled for a word. He found it in Cheryl's subconscious.

"You see I am a virgin," She said which, was a true statement. 

"Wow so long without trying either sex? Amazing. You are pretty hot too," Cheryl said not knowing where the words came from. 

She didn't know where anything was coming form at that moment. She had no idea why she was so horny or why she was thinking of propositioning a woman whose name she hadn't yet learned. She decided it must have been the beautiful evening and the way the full moon reflected off the river. Then again it might just be that this stranger looks so much like Barbara she thought.

"Come on, I will walk you back to the village. I doubt that there are any rooms available this time of year on a Saturday. But I have a big house if you want to spend the night and figure out what to do in the morning. What's your name anyway?"

Everything was working perfectly for the visitor. But the name question threw him off. Since he didn't usually interact with his subjects he didn't usually need a name. He hadn't thought about one for a human female. He was using the name Bob Elliot at the rooming house. He decided to try a variant.

"I'm Roberta Ellis, most people call my Bobbie."

He couldn't remember where he had heard that line before. Fortunately, Cheryl didn't recognize it has the name of a popular country singer.

"Nice to meet you, Bobbie; I am Cheryl Darnell. Sorry about that jerk-off."

Once again the meaning the visitor knew for her words did not match the context. She could not have known that he had masturbated on the side of her house. Even if she had she had no reason to feel remorse. He had discovered that humans and their language were much more complex than his species knew. Conversation was rather difficult as they walked along. With him having to probe her mind for meaning so often there were numerous gaps and pauses in the flow of words. It was only his mental suggestions that kept Cheryl from becoming suspicious of the woman's oddities in language and manner.

When they entered the living room, Cheryl discovered her friends still naked and passed out on the sofa. It was rather obvious that Chuck's cock was still inside Barbara.

"Oh my god!" Cheryl gasped as she turned to try to apologize to her new acquaintance.

"Fuck! What the hell?" Chuck said as he jumped to his feet pulling his still semi-erect cock from Barbara's pussy.

"Jesus, Chucky, would you put that damn thing away? It looks like it is still loaded!" Cheryl complained.

Chuck was embarrassed to have been discovered by Cheryl. That there was a strange woman with her really mortified him. As Barbara woke up he frantically searched for his pants and got his lower half covered.

"Cheryl!" Barbara exclaimed as she tried to cover herself.

Chuck tossed her her sundress after zipping up his pants. 

"Damn how long was I gone before the two of you got busy doing the horizontal mambo?" Cheryl asked, "Oh by the way this is Bobbie; Bobbie these are my friends Chuck and Barbara."

"Cheryl, please give us a chance to..." Barbara tried to say.

"What you trying to tell me you two didn't just fuck each other into oblivion while I was out trying to figure how I was going to go on knowing you were never going to let me make love to you, Barbie?" Cheryl asked interrupting.

The visitor took in everything as he listened to their words and felt their powerful emotions.

"Cher, come on. We didn't plan this. I swear it was like I had no choice," Chuck began.

"So are you saying you had some sort of fit and raped Barbie?"

"That is not what happened," Barbara added as she wriggled into her dress.

"Hon, I knew that. I don't think I ever saw a girl look as happily freshly fucked as you do right now," Cheryl said with a snarl.

"I just meant the same uncontrollable urges hit me. If I didn't know better I would think you had some aphrodisiac incense burning in here."

"Shit, Barbie, Chucky's big cock and your horny straight cunt was all you two needed. Hell the first thing you told me when you got here was that you wanted to fuck him," She said hurt more than angry.

"Cheryl, please..." Barbara started to protest.

"Cher, give us a break," Chuck interrupted, "I don't think your new friend really needs to hear that. How did you two meet anyway?"

"Oh, god yeah sorry, Bobbie. Um we happened on each other down by the river," Cheryl started to explain.

Realizing how strange it sounded to happen upon a lone female stranger at the river she stopped unsure how to continue. She wasn't sure that the woman would want even more strangers knowing her private business. The visitor sensed her uncertainty.

"Yes, your friend was kind enough to rescue me. I had a fight with a man and he abandoned me."

"Damn what a fucking jerk!" Barbara exclaimed.

"Yeah no shit. Anyway I offered Bobbie a bed for the night."

"That's our Cher always looking out for the other guy. Well I guess I better finish getting dressed and head home. I am sorry about how you found us, Cher. Maybe some day you will let me try to explain," Chuck who was still standing there in just his pants said.

The idea of the male leaving disturbed the visitor. He had hoped to have all three of his subjects sleeping in the house that night. In his short time on earth he had learned that humans completely lowered their defenses during rest periods. Being in the same house with sleeping humans would give him all night to probe their unshielded minds. 

"Don't worry about it Chucky. I am sure I way overreacted. It just was a bad night for me to see your naked hairy ass on top of Barbara," Cheryl said sincerely.

As the visitor tried to think of some way to prevent the male from leaving a brilliant flash of light flooded the room. That was instantly followed by an intense clasp of thunder that shook the windows of the old house. 

"Shit, I better get moving before the rain comes. My car is all the way down at the main municipal lot," Chuck said as he pulled his shirt on.

"Too late," Cheryl said as the sounds of a driving rain crashing into the house mixed with the roaring of the wind. 

"You can't walk in this storm. I will drive you, Chuck," Barbara said not really wanting to go out herself.

"Don't be ridiculous! No one should be out there even in a car. You can sleep in my brother's old room, Chuck. Unless you two would be happier together."

Cheryl's brother who was two years older than her had run away from home when she was fourteen. Their father had always been very tough on him whereas he had doted on Cheryl. It was almost ten years before Cheryl heard from her big brother after he left home. It was shortly after their father had died and their mother had been institutionalized that he came back to town. Their mother had never recovered from losing her son. Cheryl forgave her brother after he told her about being abused by their father. They stayed in touch after that but he never came back to Radcliff again. His bedroom still looked like it did the day he ran away. Cheryl couldn't bring herself to dismantle the shrine her mother kept to her lost son. 

"You sure Cher? You already got plenty of company."

"It is a big house, plenty of room. Besides you aren't company, your family Chucky. Now should I break out the twin sheets or you two want to bunk together."

Barbara and Chuck both felt that they were facing a dilemma with no good solution. The visitor who had just caught another break did not understand the confused thoughts he was feeling. He was also having great difficulty dealing with maintaining his female appearance and monitoring the thoughts of three humans, even in such close proximity. He was finding that the longer he remained in female form the more female emotions he was acquiring. Having to control his appearance and the fluctuating emotions he was experiencing as a female was hindering his ability to properly observe his subjects. Sending mental signals to them was hopeless. He wanted to get the male and the dark-haired female to share a bed. However, he could only let nature take its course. There were two reasons he preferred the couple to share a room. The first was the chance to observe close hand another mating. The second and more important reason was what he perceived might be the blonde's reaction to that situation. He hypothesized that due to her longing and jealousy she might turn to the other available female, Bobbie for comfort. That would afford him the opportunity to observe and experience the inexplicable same sex mating. He had captured images from the blonde's mind but still could not conceive that human's actually regularly engaged in such activities. But the visitor was not to catch another break just yet. 

"Um Cheryl, you are being very generous and I can't deny I am tempted. But I think under the circumstances that it would be best if Chuck and I slept in separate rooms. Whatever happened earlier really was strange. I have never ever had sexual urges that strong," Barbara said truthfully.

"Ok, it is settled then. I will go dig out some sheets and fix up beds for Bobbie and Chuck. Bobbie if you want to come with me I can find something more comfortable for you to sleep in. Chucky maybe you can carry Barb's suitcase up to my parent's old room. I think you might find some of my dad's old pajamas that will sort of fit you. After we all get changed we can have an old fashioned pajama party," Cheryl said.

Cheryl took Bobbie to her room while Chuck and Barbara went to Cheryl's parent's old room. Cheryl found a pair of pink lounging pajamas for Bobbie. The visitor began to remove the clothes from the female body without seeking any privacy. Cheryl was a little surprised as she was not accustomed to such little modesty. But since she was curious about her new acquaintances body she just tried making small talk while she watched Bobbie undress. She couldn't contain her surprise when Bobbie slipped off her jeans and panties. Since he hadn't planned on assuming the female form, the visitor had not researched the grooming habits of human females. On the spur of the moment he had created a beautiful female form exactly as nature intended it to appear. While the hair was not thick or coarse its dark color made it stand out on Bobbie's pale skin. Cheryl had never seen a woman that did not shave her legs and found it oddly erotic. 

"Oh my..er I am sorry," Cheryl said nervously.

"Is something wrong?" Bobbie asked as she struggled to unclasp her bra.

"Oh um no. Here let me help you," Cheryl replied as she moved behind the all but naked woman. "I um have just never seen a woman that did not shave."

"I don't understand," The woman asked as Cheryl dropped the bra on her bed.

Cheryl reached for the snap of her own jeans while trying to explain, "I guess it would be easier to show you."

Cheryl who also shaved her pubic hair down to a tiny short patch removed her jeans and panties in one quick motion. 

"Do all women remove their hair?" The visitor asked aloud so astounded that he forgot his role. 

"All the ones I know do," Cheryl replied wondering where Bobbie was from that she didn't know about shaving.

"I am sorry; I hope my appearance doesn't repulse you."

"Oh no not at all. I am the one that should apologize. I actually find it sexy. Would you think me too weird if I asked to touch your leg?"

"I guess it would be ok, if I could touch yours too."

Without answering her, Cheryl reached out and lightly touched Bobbie's thigh. She was surprised to find the hair was soft unlike the young men she had touched in her youth. The visitor was stunned by the sensation Cheryl's touch caused. Even though the visitor was concerned about the reaction, Bobbie touched and caressed Cheryl's thigh. 

"Oh that feels good, Bobbie," Cheryl sighed.

The visitor was losing objectivity. He knew he should disengage from the activity but the feelings were powerful. Strange new desires were welling up deep within his human body. Suddenly Cheryl took Bobbie in her arms and began kissing her deeply. The visitor's senses were swirling. New emotions and sensations were blinding the creature's ability to maintain his composure. He did not know it but it was a good thing Cheryl had her eyes closed. His face was fading in out; its appearance somewhere between Bobbie and his own natural face. Cheryl worked her fingers through the mass of hair that surrounded Bobbie's sex and found her wet slit. The visitor's senses were suddenly blinded with light when Cheryl's fingers entered Bobbie's body. Bobbie gasped when Cheryl touched her virgin clit while gently fingering her quivering pussy. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgragggeratttttttttttttttttttttttttttbana," The visitor moaned in a guttural very un-humanlike manner. 

Bobbie's orgasm while similarly pleasurable to the one the visitor had in the bushes earlier felt very different. The gush of fluids flowing from the female's vagina created a totally different sensation then the eruption of male cum that sprang from his penis. The visitor instantly understood much about human sexuality. What on the surface is an activity intended to procreate the species is to human thinking more a recreational and pleasure activity. His mind melded with Cheryl's as Bobbie's body experienced a series of powerful orgasms. Humans did not mate to produce offspring. Their nature was such that the most pleasurable experience they could know was an act that would insure the survival of the species. He thought it a wonderful natural primitive solution to a nearly universal problem amongst higher order species. 

He knew that Cheryl too was feeling pleasure. There was benefit in the giving he learned. He managed to regain control and Bobbie's fingers slid up Cheryl's thigh and awkwardly entered the blond female's birth canal. The visitor was forced to release Cheryl's mind. He felt a morphing sensation. His innate maleness was attempting to assert itself and force the emergence of male genitalia. The visitor could not allow that to happen. Cheryl grabbed Bobbie's wrist.

"Careful..go slow and easy.." Cheryl said in response to the rough handling of her pussy.

"Oh, I am sorry..I don't know how to do this," Bobbie said.

"You don't have to do anything."

The visitor was happy for the break. He needed time to regain control over his body. He could not allow the female body he was displaying to suddenly sprout male genitalia. The sudden materialization of a human cock would cause damage to his investigation and the visitor had no way of controlling the appearance of the cock that might spontaneously emerge. He would have to kill the blond female and quite likely the others too if she witnessed the growth of an alien cock. 

"But aren't I expected to reciprocate?" Bobbie asked in a confused tone.

"Honey, nothing is expected of you. Maybe we should get dressed and join the others. Later tonight or tomorrow if you want to do something than I will teach you, ok?"

"Yes, you are very kind. Thank you."

They quickly dressed. As soon as Bobbie had the pajama pants on the hair on her legs vanished and her pubic hair formed into a neatly trimmed bush. The visitor intended for the next person to see Bobbie naked to be Chuck. He realized from Cheryl that human females had special grooming rituals. He didn't want to displease Chuck. 

Meanwhile in the other room, Chuck was rummaging through a dresser that was still filled with Cheryl's father's old clothes. He managed to find an old fashioned pair of pajamas that he thought looked like the property of the guy on Father Knows Best. He tossed the cotton pajamas on the bed and began to undress without a thought to Barbara who was looking in her suitcase for something to wear to the pajama party. 

"Damn you always strip down in mixed company?" She asked when she looked up and saw he only had his boxer left to go.

"Shit, sorry, I figured even if we hadn't just fucked each other's brains out that we were close enough not to be modest," He said with a wink and laugh.

"Yeah we have seen everything there is to see. I was just yanking your chain. But we do need to be a bit more discrete. Christ just before you arrived Cheryl was telling me that she has had sexual desires for me since like forever. She must have felt like shit walking in on that scene." 

"Yeah, that sucks. I hate that it hurt her so much. What the hell was that anyway? I never had that much heat and desire."

"I don't know. God I was hoping we might get together while I was here. But geez that was weird looking back. I have never wanted anything as bad as I wanted your cock inside me."

They both fell silent. She watched as he lowered his boxers. She hadn't really looked at him earlier. He knew she was looking him over and just stood there enjoying the feel of her eyes lusting over his naked body. He had not known many women that actually like looking at naked men and thought it was very hot that Barbara seemed to like looking at his body.

"Well is this going to be a two way show?" He asked.

She pulled the sundress over her head, which was the only thing she was wearing. He involuntarily let out a little whistle.

"Damn you are so hot," He said softly as he walked toward her. "I am sorry our first time was so unusual. I want to make love to you slowly for a long time."

He took her in his arms and kissed her as their naked bodies pressed together. 

"Please, Chuck, not now. Cheryl and her new friend will be wondering what we are doing."

"Ok, but I am off tomorrow. Make an excuse to get away from Cheryl and spend the afternoon at my place, please. I want to show you the real me in bed. Not that lust crazed man that you screwed earlier."

"I will, I want you to see the real me too. I swear I am not some wanton slut."

They quickly put on their pajamas and headed for the living room. Cheryl and Bobbie joined them a minute later. They ended up drinking wine and playing Monopoly late into the night. None of the humans could believe that Bobbie had never played Monopoly. They found out she was a quick learner however. Around two am they went off to their individual bedrooms. 

Fifteen minutes after he went to sleep Chuck awoke to find a naked woman climbing into his bed. In the dark he assumed that Barbara had changed her mind and decided not to wait until the next afternoon for a repeat fuck. The visitor was able to read Chuck's every thought and emotion while maintaining total female form. Somehow having sex with a male did not cause the same reaction he felt with Cheryl. The visitor experienced three new sensations that night. Still thinking he was with Barbara, Chuck used his tongue and lips to bring Bobbie to multiple peaks. Thinking that oral stimulation of the genitals was a common human behavior, the visitor had Bobbie fellate Chuck. Though it was an awkward unskilled attempt at cock sucking Chuck still came in Bobbie's mouth. The visitor's final new experience occurred after Chuck recovered from his first orgasm. When Chuck climbed atop his partner and slipped his cock inside Bobbie's pussy the visitor felt all that a female feels when mating. At that point it took a great deal of concentration to suppress the morph and the visitor had to give up listening to Chuck's thoughts. Chuck's eyes flew wide open and he realized for the first time who he was really fucking as his cock erupted inside Bobbie's pussy.




The Visitor



"You, no, why?" Chuck mumbled confused as the orgasm rippled through his body.

Then it happened. Bobbie came and the visitor lost control for a few seconds. Chuck was no longer on top of a beautiful human female. Instead he saw some indescribable mass of changing flesh under him as his orgasm continued. The visitor had no choice but to use his thoughts to depress certain areas of Chuck's brain forcing the male human into a temporary coma. The visitor managed to slip out from under Chuck and free the human's cock before Bobbie's pussy morphed into a large multi colored cock. The visitors cock oozed the same green cum that he had shot onto the ground earlier. 

After regaining control the visitor once again appeared as Bobbie. While Chuck lay unconscious she did her best to cleanse the green goo from his body. By the time he awoke the rest would have evaporated. As Bobbie stood there still naked the visitor probed Chuck's mind and made sure to leave a suggestion that the sex had only been a dream. Having decided that it was dangerous to continue to use a female body the visitor decided that he would leave in the night. He knew that engaging in mating activities as a female would be his undoing. He was equally sure that Cheryl would pursue mating with Bobbie if she remained in the house. The problem was how to deal with the curiosity caused by the sudden disappearance of the stranger. The visitor's deliberations were cut short when he heard someone in the hallway. 

Suddenly there was no longer a naked female standing in the middle of Chuck's room. In stead there was a small almost invisible furry creature lurking in the shadows of a dark corner. The visitor watched and listened intently as Barbara crept into Chuck's room. She had been awakened by what she thought were sexual sounds. Though the sounds had ceased she felt compelled to investigate. Chuck was the only male in the house and if he was so cavalier as to be screwing someone else there would be no Sunday afternoon date. She found him alone and sound asleep. The only odd thing was his being naked. She assumed that he was in the habit of sleeping in the buff and quietly closed the door. The small furry creature scurried under the crack and followed her back to her room. 

The visitor slipped unseen under Barbara's bed as she got under the covers. In such close proximity he was easily able to probe her mind. She was clearly troubled though the source of her anguish was unclear to him. What was clear was her strong desire to mate with the male called Chuck. The visitor realized why his gentle suggestion to the couple had been so strongly received earlier. He wondered if they would have mated without his intervention. He also knew what his next move would be. He had already chosen Barbara for study. His decision had come almost as soon as he saw her from the window of his room. He now had a way to study her intimate mating habits as a participant. He felt an unexpected thrill over the prospect of mating with the human female. 

Of all the species he had studied humans were the closest in form to his own. Though he was fighting it that clearly caused unaccustomed reactions. The visitor was concerned about a loss of objectivity. Feeling things that had long been dormant in his species could be dangerous. It was well documented that primitive thought and emotion were detrimental to intellectual growth. As he lay under the female's bed his thoughts wandered. He wondered if perhaps his kind had given up too much in the pursuit of intellectual purity. But there was another more immediate puzzle to contemplate. Earth had been the subject of at least three previous investigations. Why had he not been warned about the dangers of human desire? He did not think it possible that previous investigators had not felt any of the things he was experiencing. 

There were only a few logical conclusions none of which comforted the visitor. His first hypothesis was that the previous investigators choose not to report certain findings which may mean he was in some danger. The second hypothesis was even worse. It was possible that previous missions had been complete failures and the investigators did not survive. Though rare it was not unknown for investigators to perish. The final hypothesis troubled him the most. Perhaps the information had been deliberately kept from him by his superiors. That would mean that he was as much the subject of investigation as the humans. He did not like any of the possibilities. Yet he felt compelled to continue his investigation. However, he was not sure that it was investigation and intellectual curiosity that compelled him. 

As Barbara drifted off to sleep and her troubled mind went from conscious thought to dream state, the small furry creature curled up under her bed. The visitor had found that most human dreams were useless as a source of information. They tended to be filled with odd indecipherable imagery and sensationalized scenes. He found it interesting that dreams seemed to provide humans with both pleasure and pain. The visitor released Barbara's mind and fell into the natural dream-free state that approximated human sleep in his species. 

The next morning there was a great deal of confusion in the house. Barbara awoke in the middle of a dream about Chuck and her having sex with a third person. She had never entertained thoughts of group sex and was a bit disturbed that her subconscious had conjured up such a scene. Chuck awoke totally disoriented. He recalled the odd dream where he had been having sex with Barbara and she changed into the stranger, Bobbie and then into some sort of indistinguishable mass of flesh. However, the recollection was very different than any dream ever before. He had had dreams that felt as if they were real in the past, but this one was the most vividly real dream experience of his life. In addition there was the puzzle of his nudity. He was certain that he had been wearing Cheryl's father's pajamas when he went to sleep. Based on the stain he saw on the sheet he assumed that he must have had a wet dream for the first time in many years too. His ruminations over the dream and his nakedness were short lived. The discovery that Bobbie was missing became the chief concern of the three friends.

Cheryl had awakened early and was preparing breakfast for her guests. She had been hoping to send Chuck on his way and maybe Barbara too. She wanted a chance to try to get Bobbie into her bed. The strange woman with the unshaven legs and hairy pussy had created odd lustful desires. Cheryl had dreamed of parting Bobbie's thick bush and feasting on her moist, pink pussy half the night. She woke up so horny that she masturbated before going downstairs to start breakfast. While she was cooking both Chuck and Barbara came down. When breakfast was ready they discovered that the unexpected guest had vanished.

"Jesus that is fucking odd. Why the hell would she just up and leave?" Cheryl wondered aloud. "Chuck, you think we should file a report with your office?" Barbara asked.

"Yeah Chucky, how bout you put that big city cop training to work and start an investigation?" Cheryl added. 

"Um, truth is I can't really think of what the report would say. Shit either of you even get her last name?"

"Fuck, I don't think she ever said what her last name was," Cheryl said regretfully.

"I bet that asshole guy came back and got her," Barbara theorized. 

"How the hell would he know she was here?" Cheryl demanded to know more disappointed than worried.

"Cher, I am sure you have heard of this wonderful new invention that lets people talk to each other pretty much anywhere," Chuck said sarcastically.

"So you two think this jerk-off boyfriend came back, called her on her cell and then whisked her off in the middle of the night and she didn't bother to say shit to her rescuer?" Cheryl asked thinking they were probably right.

"Seems the most likely thing to me. Unless you know of some reason she might have wanted to get out of here and left on her own, Cher."

"Fuck, how the hell would I know anything about it, Chucky? I guess you guys have a point. It is weird though."

"Not much weirder than running into a stranger down by the river and bringing her home for the night," Barbara added.

They all agreed that it was an odd set of circumstances but absent any evidence that Bobbie was in trouble they would let it go. The visitor was pleased he had not had to do anything to intervene. The furry creature followed Chuck home after breakfast. The visitor knew that Barbara would be there in a few hours. 

Chuck went straight to his room and striped naked. He still felt like his recollections of the night seemed more like reality than a dream but since that made no sense he didn't dwell on the thoughts. As he was about to go to the shower he felt a sharp pain in his temple and collapsed. The furry little creature that had been watching Chuck disappeared and in his place stood a nondescript looking man. The visitor stood over Chuck examining every detail of the nearly lifeless human's body. Chuck had suffered a paralyzing stroke-like event. The visitor was not sure what the long term effects to the human might be. He did know that that creature would not reawaken without help. Whatever happened it was the visitor's judgment that the loss of a single human life was worth the knowledge that could be gained. 

After doing a complete scan of Chuck's mind, the visitor concealed the barely alive body in the basement. Then he morphed again. To all the world he appeared to be Chuck. The visitor hoped that with the knowledge scanned from Chuck's brain that his mannerisms and personality would also match that of the human he was impersonating. He showered and selected a casual outfit from Chuck's closet. He knew that Barbara was near before he heard the doorbell. 

"Hey, Barbie, I am really glad you came," He said greeting her. 

She wrapped her arms around him and spoke into his ear, "I had to come. I want you so much sexy man."

The visitor felt his spine tingle. It was another new and surprising sensation. He also felt the reaction in his genitals. He hoped that somehow they would remain human in appearance. 

"I don't want to sound like a slut, but time is short. I told Cheryl I would meet her in town in two hours," She added.

"You could never seem like a slut to me. You want to go to the bedroom?" The visitor said doing his best to speak as he believed Chuck would. 

"God yes, take me to bed."

Taking the request literally, the visitor lifted Barbara into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. They lay together on the bed kissing passionately and groping each other through increasingly unnecessary clothing. The visitor had absorbed Chuck's behaviors perfectly. What he had not mastered was undressing a human female. Barbara took his clumsiness in stride and undressed him while helping him undress her. The feel of her unclothed flesh against him was driving him to the height of passion. His human cock was fully engorged and ready for mating. Had he not learned from reading Chuck's mind he would have simply mounted her. But Chuck's memories and the visitor's own observation that human mating was more about pleasure than procreation slowed his movements. He searched the reams of knowledge he held in his mind to determine his next actions. Luckily Barbara was able to act on impulse. 

She began kissing her way down his body. The visitor laid back and allowed her to set the course of their mating. His senses nearly overloaded when she took his cock into her mouth. Pleasure coursed through the visitor's body filling his mind with a myriad of pleasurable impulses. His mind hit upon what he was to do next. He pulled Barbara's body atop him and aligned her genitals with his face. He deftly used Chuck's fingers to part the outer layers of flesh that guarded the birth canal. He pressed his lips to her and licked along the moist silky slit outside her opening. Her moans of joy caused her lips to vibrate on his shaft adding to the pleasurable feelings. He worked his tongue further up the slit and found a tiny hard spot that when touched made her squirm. 

When he began to concentrate his efforts on that spot she let his cock slip from her mouth and squealed, "Oh god yes, Chuck. That's it baby!"

She went back to sucking and licking Chuck's engorged cock as the visitor swirled his tongue around her clit. The visitor felt the female's juices leaking out and flowing over his face. Suddenly she pressed her crotch into his face, grinding her pussy on his chin and her body convulsed. He immediately probed her mind and felt the full intensity of her peak. He fought to maintain control. He wanted to mate with her and know the feeling of the final coming together of two humans. Again Barbara took the lead.

She rolled off of him and pleaded, "Please Chuck, fuck me now!"

The words registered with some memory the visitor had taken form Chuck's mind. He rolled on top of Barbara and his cock easily found her waiting pussy. He slid into her until his cock was fully immersed inside her. The warmth and soft, moist feel of her pussy sent new waves of sensation through Chuck's body and appeared as delightful sound and beautiful color in the visitor's mind. 

"Come on baby, give me that cock! Fuck my pussy hard," Barbara demanded.

The visitor reared back and then drove his cock deep inside her again. He had tapped into Chuck's memories of sex for guidance. He drove his cock in and out of her quivering pussy. With each thrust the pace and intensity of the coupling seemed to increase. Barbara screamed as orgasm after orgasm racked her writhing body. She was astonished that Chuck just continued to drive his seemingly still growing cock in and out her sending her to increasing heights of pleasure. The visitor knew what was happening but was far too engaged in the mating to stop. It was no longer Chuck's human cock inside Barbara. Though the visitor still controlled the appearance of his body the rising passion had taken over his genitals. His cock had morphed into the multicolor ribbed cock of his ancestors. With each thrust it grew larger inside the human female. He had no way of knowing what its maximum size might be. He ignored that danger that he might actually rip the human open if the girth did not cease its growth and continued to grind his alien cock against her pulsating cervix. When finally he came thick green semen poured into her womb. The visitor howled his passion and then lay panting and sweating atop Barbara's tingling body. He didn't dare move. He had to keep his cock concealed inside her body until he could force it to morph back to human form. His sexual release broke the lustful hold his subconscious held over his genitals. His cock quickly returned to human form and became flaccid. 

As he rolled off her she exclaimed, "That was amazing, baby!"

He searched Chuck's memories for a response and came up with a slightly inappropriate, "Oh my god, you are an amazing fuck, Barbara."

"Thank you, I think," She said with a curious smile.

"I feel so good. Do you really have to go?" He asked.

"Oh shit, Cheryl! Yeah baby, I promised her, but if you want I will come back tonight. I don't care how much she wants to lick my pussy; she is going to have to understand this. I think I am getting hooked on you."

'"Yes I want you to come back. Do you think you will be able to spend the night?"

"I can't think of anything I would like better."

After a quick kiss she jumped out of bed and started getting dressed. The visitor remained in the bed, naked and uncovered. He had not learned about human modesty. Barbara actually liked Chuck's seemingly total openness and lack of societal hang-ups. 

"Bye, baby, I will see you around eight," She said as she slipped on her shoes. 

When he heard the door close he allowed his body to return to its natural form. The mating and the strain to maintain Chuck's body through orgasm had left him exhausted. He moved quickly to lock the door and then returned to the bed to rest. Before allowing himself to enter rest phase he reached down between his legs and felt the smooth spot where his genitals would be. He decided his ancestors had made a grave mistake giving up emotion and mating for the pursuit of intellectual superiority. He had already rediscovered the physical pleasures of mating and was beginning to grasp some of the joys of emotion. He knew that emotions were dangerous or at least he had been trained to believe that, but he did not yet know the painful side of human emotion.  

It was dark out when the visitor returned to consciousness. He checked the time and realized that the female would be returning shortly. He hurried downstairs to check on the male whose identity he needed for awhile longer. Chuck was still alive but the coma had deepened. The visitor probed Chuck's mind trying to fill in any gaps in his knowledge of the human's behavior. It was difficult to discern anything through the overriding feeling of terror he got from Chuck's mind. It seemed that what was left of Chuck's consciousness knew of his condition and the peril that implied. Though he had no idea of what was happening around him or even where he was the human knew he was in danger of dying. The terror seem fuelled not only by the fear of death but also over the notion that he had just connected with the female Barbara and now may never know anything beyond that first mating. The visitor was again confused by the odd emotional thoughts of humans. 

Just as the visitor was about to release Chuck's mind he perceived a flash of thought. The human was actually concerned about missing work the next day. The concept of sick leave floated into the thought. The visitor probed deeper and learned what needed to be done. He would have to follow the procedures to get the human out of work due to illness. The visitor was not prepared to attend to the duties of the human's employment. The visitor morphed as he ascended the stairs. By the time he reached the main level of the house he was again Chuck. He showered and dressed and made it back to the living room just as the dark-haired female rang the doorbell.

"Hey, baby, my turn to provide dinner," She said holding up a bag.

The visitor had to search Chuck's memories to understand the comment. As he did so he felt a strong sense of concern coming from the female. 

"Good deal, I'm starved," He said in his best interpretation of what Chuck might have said, "But is everything ok? Did Cheryl give you a hard time about us?"

He already knew that Barbara's concern stemmed from something with the blond female.

"I'm ok, but I am worried about Cheryl," Barbara began as she laid the food out on the table.

"Did something more happen?"

"Well, it seems she had transferred some of her desires toward me onto that Bobbie person. I guess when she up and split Cheryl was feeling even more rejected. Anyway, after I left you I went back to her house and we were talking. She was really pressing me on having sex with you and her desires toward me. We had a bit of fight after she tried to kiss me."

"Damn, I guess she really has it bad for you."

"So she says. I told her that I thought it would be better if I didn't stay there tonight, which was the plan anyway. She told me if I was going to spend the night with you tonight that I shouldn't bother to come back. My suitcase is in the car. Chuck, it just doesn't make any sense she had been my best friend since elementary school."

"I know and I am sure she will come around. She is just hurting right now. Give her some time," He said and pulled her into his arms.

She pressed her face into his chest and sobbed for several minutes. She had left herself completely unguarded giving the visitor an opportunity to probe deeply into her mind. He discovered a great paradox. While outwardly she had no interest in the blond female's desires, subconsciously her feelings were much different. He felt a conflict deep below the surface between Barbara's strong traditional convictions and a secret desire to mate with the blond female. The visitor decided it would take more than his lifetime to unravel the intricacies of the human female mind. 




The Visitor



"We should eat before the food gets colder," She said wiping her eyes.

Her sadness troubled him. Sharing joyful emotions with humans was pleasant their darker emotions caused much pain. He wondered how bad the pain could become. That was one question that he hoped would remain unanswered. As they ate Barbara kept getting the oddest feeling. She felt like Chuck was not really Chuck. It was almost like a bad movie where someone's identical twin replaces them. She had known Chuck since he was a little kid and knew he didn't have a twin. She also knew it was impossible for anyone with even a slightly different genetic code to be a perfect replica of another person. She couldn't even really grasp exactly what was causing the odd feeling; it was just a word choice here and there or an occasional gesture that seemed wrong. She decided that the feelings must be due to the long stretch of time since she had last seen him.

The other thing that was troubling her was the certainty that she was rapidly falling in love with the man across from her at he table. She had spent years guarding her feelings and being careful not to fall for any guy. She had been hurt too many times in the past. Not that she thought Chuck was out to hurt her. But she had no idea if he thought what was happening was anything more than a weekend fling. As they cleared away the paper plates and disposable eating utensils she resolved to ask him. She simply couldn't let herself fall head over heels for a guy that was just out for a little fun. When she ran into him the day before that was exactly what she had in mind, a weekend of fun noncommittal sex. 

They took the half finished bottle of wine they had been sharing at dinner and moved to Chuck's old, well worn sofa. It felt perfectly natural to her when she slipped into his arms. She couldn't remember when she last felt so comfortable. The visitor also felt very comfortable. He was experiencing many new sensations and thoughts. He tried to probe the female's mind again but her thoughts were too muddled with some unknown combination of emotions to be decipherable. His own thoughts and analytical abilities seemed to be under assault from unknown forces within his brain. His acute senses detected activity in long unused synapses. These areas of his brain were just vestiges of his ancestral species. Basic anatomy class had taught them that they were parts that were unneeded and no longer functioned. He wondered if that teaching was a lie or just a mistaken truth.

Barbara kissed Chuck's cheek and then began speaking in a tone barely above a whisper, "Chuck, I think we need to talk."

"What about, Barbie?"

"About what this weekend means to you." 

"I am not sure what you mean," The visitor replied honestly.

His words were rapidly becoming a mixture of his own and Chuck's thoughts. He knew that Chuck cared for as well as desired the female but that it was not the deep kind of caring that humans called love. He did not know that it was in fact the beginnings of love. However, he did have his own feelings about the woman. She was the first creature of any kind for whom he felt sexual attraction. He had allowed feelings to develop that his species had eliminated long ago. 

"I mean, dear man, are we just playing and having fun this weekend, or is there something more happening?"

The visitor answered as himself, "It seems to be something more than playing to me."

"Me too," She cooed even though his phrasing seemed almost bizarre. 

She did not want to press him. It felt too good being with a man that wanted more than to just get his rocks off. She pressed her body into him as she brushed her lips across his. Her actions made the visitor's spine tingle. She moved her lips across his freshly shaven cheek touching his skin with barely more than her breath. He gasped when she flicked her tongue across his ear and her warm breath cascaded down his neck. Barbara thought it an odd unhuman-like sound, but it was clearly born of pleasure so she continued. The tip of her tongue danced around the ridges of his ear eliciting moans and sighs clearly indicating he was enjoying the sensations. The visitor was amazed that such a simple and unusual activity could bring such pleasure. 

He felt his cock growing as the female's actions caused sexual desire to rise within him. He wondered if it would appear as a human cock or that of his ancestors when it was revealed. He could not chance her seeing the huge multicolored genitals of his species. It would certainly repulse her. Yet he could not deny himself the pleasures of mating with her again. Using Chuck's memories the visitor reached between them and began gently fondling Barbara's braless breasts through the cotton top she wore. He discovered that an action he had thought was only intended to give the female pleasure gave him even more pleasure. His cock was crammed uncomfortably in his pants. He wanted to shed his clothing; something he could do with just a thought. But he could not without her knowing he was not of her world. He whispered something about taking off clothes. She took it as a request and reached for the hem of her shirt. She pulled the fabric over her head and tossed it away exposing her milky orbs. Suddenly he craved having his mouth on the dark center of her nourishing organs. He dropped his head and sucked on her lustfully. As he ravaged her tits, she began to fumble with his belt and zipper. The visitor regained his senses enough to suggest that he help her with the task. He quickly shed his shirt and pants while she wiggled out of her skirt and panties. Before removing his underwear he extinguished the lamp making it too dark for her to see more than an outline of his cock. 

"Are you shy, baby?" She asked playfully as she reached out for his cock. 

The texture felt a bit odd to her but she had enough experience to know that each cock seemed to have its own personality. She assumed the bumpy texture was due to his cock being unusually veiny. She knew from the way he had stretched her pussy the previous night that he was very large so the size did not surprise her. He knew that the human was fondling a cock unlike any she had known before. She leaned forward and kissed the fat head of the multicolored beast that to her was only a shadow in the dark. She licked up and down his shaft thrilled to hear his moans. When she reached the base of the huge cock she was surprised to find that his balls were hairless and very small compared to his cock. As she sucked his little eggs she did not think he had shaved them. It felt like he had simply never grown hair there. 

He gasped at the first touch of her lips to his delicate sack, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"You like that baby?" She purred.

"Oh yes..wow," He managed to answer nearly totally loosing control of his words.

She moved back up his shaft and tried to stretch her lips around his pulsating cock head. She only managed to get a small portion of his cock in her mouth. It was enough to send him over the edge. She drank down every drop of the flowing green cum that the visitor's cock poured into her mouth. She was determined not to let a single bit escape her lips as she listened to the odd guttural cries of her lover orgasming. When he finished cumming he reached down and pulled her up into his arms like she was no heavier than a rag doll. 

"Oh fuck, yes!" She screamed as he impaled her on his still solid cock. 

She wrapped her legs around him and put her arms around his neck. She held on to him tightly as he began to buck like some wild creature. His cock felt huge inside her and she seemed to be able feel every ripple of his veiny shaft. She had never felt such intense sensations while being fucked. The visitor allowed himself to become lost in mating with the human female. He was no longer Chuck nor was he as nature had made him. He had become some sort of a hybrid combining his natural characteristics with human traits. His howling was clearly unearthly. But Barbara was too lost in a passionate sexual frenzy to notice. As another orgasm overtook her, another mighty thrust sent the couple tumbling to the sofa. She loved the feel of his strong body pinning her down as he continued to fill her spasming cunt with his massive alien cock. 

When he came she felt like a hose had been turned on inside her pussy. Thick cum splashed inside her and flowed into her womb. His odd moans of erotic abandon caused her eyes to fly wide open. In the dim light she saw for the first time the visitor's true appearance. The thing atop and in her was both frightening and fascinating. He was humanlike but clearly not of her world. She wanted to scream but it seemed her vocal cords were frozen. In another moment see realized other than her pussy paralysis had spread over her entire body. 

She blinked trying to drive away the image. She assumed that the power of her orgasm must have cause hallucinations. She was making love to Chuck, not some horrid creature. Could it be that like the day before she had blacked out and was dreaming she wondered? A moment later the visitor regained control and once again the blurry image Barbara saw was that of Chuck's sweet smiling face. He was panting and sweat dripped from his forehead. She could still feel his cock inside her. His astonishing size still filled and stretched her as if his cock had not begun to deflate at all. She strained to bring her lips to his. 

"You are amazing, baby," She purred as their lips brushed together.

"Oh, wow, I have never felt this good in my life," The visitor said honestly in a deeper tone than Barbara had ever heard Chuck use.

She chose not to question anything. She did not dare interfere with events. She was far too happy to risk ruining what felt like the best thing that had happened to her in a very long time.

Below them, trapped in a nearly lifeless body, Chuck was suffering what at first he thought to be a nightmare. He was aware of odd vaguely sexual ethereal sounds in the house. He was certain he had heard Barbara having sex somewhere nearby. He recalled the feeling of having someone or something inside his head. He could not feel his body or even remember how to make a single muscle twitch. He was alone and cold. He imagined that he was feeling what it was like to lay in ones grave. But that wasn't possible. Were he dead he would feel nothing. He struggled to regain his last waking memory. The shower..no he had never made it there. He remembered the sharp pain. He screamed silently as a word filled his brain; stroke. 

The sexual sounds stopped. For several minutes there was nothing but silence and the vast void of his mind for Chuck. The next thing he heard did not make sense. There were footsteps above him. He began to wonder where he could be that people were above him. It was certainly not his bed or the floor of the bathroom. He could feel a chill and dampness so it was unlikely he was in a hospital. He did not think that he was blind so he decided he must be in an unlit windowless place. The question of how he got from his bathroom to his current location plagued him even more then the question of his current location.

Upstairs the visitor was once again in complete control. His cock had gone flaccid and returned to human form. No one, not even one intimately familiar with Chuck's most private parts could think he was any other than Chuck. He did not bother to dress when he went to the kitchen to get Barbara a drink. When he returned the light was on and Barbara still nude was curled up on one side of the sofa with her legs drawn up and held to her body by her arms.

"I hope you don't mind, I wanted to see you; all of you, naked. God you are a gorgeous man!" She said as he handed her the glass. 

"I do not mind at all. I like the way you look at me. Most women do not seem to like looking at men unclothed," The visitor replied borrowing Chuck's thoughts as he sat down next to her. "I feel very lucky to be with you. It is not only that you are beautiful and an amazing lover. You are so wonderful. I have never felt so good with anyone before."

He knew that his mind was become increasing confused. His words reflected a mixture of Chuck and himself. He wondered what he would become if he allowed things to continue. When Barbara set her glass down, he leaned over and kissed her softly. As they held each other she whispered in his ear.

"Maybe you figured this out already, but I want to say it anyway. I am falling in love with you."

The visitor ignored the alarm bells ringing in his head. He had been strongly warned about the dangers of emotion. Though love was a little understood human trait studying it was avoided due its intense nature. Such strong emotion was a fearsome thing to his species. Or at least that is what he was made to believe. The visitor had to draw on what he had copied from Chuck's mind to gain an understanding of his situation. If Chuck was representative, love was a good, pleasant thing. It was something Chuck desired to get from Barbara. It was something Chuck was beginning to feel for her. The visitor acknowledged that it was a feeling that was growing in him also.

"That makes me very happy," He said sincerely as he caressed her bare shoulder. 

She smiled at him, glad that he had not simply come back with an I love you too type line. She preferred guys that were a bit reserved with the L word. It was too often used to get a woman into bed. She did not want her pussy to be a trophy and her heart a casualty. 

After another kiss he added, "Fate has blessed me by bringing you to me. I hope you are going to stay."

"Well, I am certainly staying the night and if Cheryl doesn't come around the next couple of days. After that I have to get back to the city and my job. But considering the way I feel and those fates that want us together it seems we will have to find a way to work this out. Now how about you take me to bed and let me sleep in your arms."

"That sounds wonderful and reminds me a need to make a call. I am feeling a touch of sickness coming on," He said with a mischievous grin. 

He called a fellow officer to get coverage for the next two days and then carried her to bed. 

Dr. Dennis Appleton was driving out Riverside Parkway from the city. He stopped every few miles to take new readings. He found what he believed to be a marker left behind by the alien craft. It was only a trace reading of an element that did not belong in that area. The further away from the city he got the stronger the readings were. He was certain he was on the trail of the most fantastic discovery of all time. If it was as he suspected, a piloted spacecraft, then there was likely an alien in the vicinity. 

While he did not think that an extraterrestrial being would look human, Dennis assumed like most sci-fi writers that they would share similar characteristics. Bi-lateral creatures that walked upright and had appendages useful for manipulating tools seemed almost a prerequisite for intelligent life. Then again he thought that he might be dealing with a fish-like creature and that is why the craft landed in water. There were so many questions to be answered and he had so few resources. He continued to take readings until shortly after he passed the turnoff for the small hamlet of Radcliff.

There was not even a trace of the element at his next stop. Dennis began to back track taking readings more frequently until he found the trails end. Whatever left the markers had abandoned the river near Radcliff. The young researcher pulled off the parkway and found a place to leave his car at a park by the river. Whatever had left the trace element markings had left a clear trail into Radcliff. Dennis found himself standing on Main Street in front of The Olde Town Boarding House. The readings there were stronger than they had been anyplace else. Since it was late he decided to take a room for the night. The older gentleman who was handling the overnight duty was not happy about being awakened to register a stranger with no luggage. However, he was satisfied with Dennis's story about a broken down car on the parkway and walking into town. 

The next morning the visitor awoke with a start. He had allowed himself to totally relax while in bed with the human female. He hadn't rested that deeply since coming to earth. Even alone in his room at the boarding house he had not dared let himself relax completely. He knew it had been a mistake to do so that night. He looked first at the naked human female next to him and then at his own body. He saw there a body that was partially human and partially his natural state. He was glad he had awoken before his companion. The visitor concentrated and the non-human parts of his body faded away and were replaced with human features. The last thing to morph was his large multicolored phallus. 

As Barbara began to stir, the visitor's mind was assaulted with images and strong emotions. Some of what he was sensing were dreams the female was having. There were erotic images and overwhelming good feelings along with love emanating from her. But there were other thoughts and emotions that were not hers. He felt great fear and desperation. There was also very active deduction along with the fearful emotions. When Barbara opened her eyes and greeted him with smile, the visitor finally grasped the source of the other thoughts and feelings. With his mind freed of Barbara's dreams he could concentrate on the other; the male was conscious! Though still paralyzed and unable to speak his mind had returned and soon he would regain other functions.  

"Good morning, baby. Barbara said softly as she leaned toward him for a kiss.

Her lips cut off his response and temporarily stopped him from thinking about the male human on the lower level. As they kissed and their naked bodies pressed together, the visitor's human cock quickly responded. 

"Mmmmmmm, you are one horny stud, baby. I thought I wore this guy out last night," Barbara said as she fondled his growing cock.

The idea of a cock being worn out was foreign to the visitor until he found references to human sexual stamina in Chuck's memories.

He smiled and said, "I think I would always be ready to make love to you, Barbara."

The words were the visitor's not Chuck's. Despite all his training and warnings he was going further down a path he imagined could lead to his destruction. He could not stop himself. He had allowed a crack in the dam that held his ancient emotions in check. The crack was growing and threatening to become a full breach. He had no clue as to what it would mean to allow a torrent of emotions to flood his being. Barbara suggested they share the shower. The visitor happily agreed after recalling a happy memory of Chuck's about mating in a shower. 

By the time the couple finished washing each other's bodies they were both ready to copulate. Using Chuck's memories as a guide the visitor grabbed Barbara's hips and turned her around facing the tile wall. She just managed to brace herself with her palms on the tile when he moved his throbbing cock into position. She bent slightly and pushed her ass back toward him to accept his assault. He drove the full length of his human cock into her waiting pussy. 

"Oh god, Chuck, your cock feels so good inside me!" She cried out as he began humping her from behind. 

As he knew was going to happen every time he mated with the female the visitor's cock morphed and began to grow inside her. He fucked her so forcefully with his huge cock that she was lifted from the ground and pressed against the tile. Waves of orgasm racked her body as the visitor's alien cock ravaged her convulsing cunt. 

Two stories below, Chuck heard her impassioned screams. At first he thought someone was in trouble, possibly being hurt very badly. After a couple of minutes he realized what he was hearing were not the sounds of distress but those of a woman enjoying sexual bliss. After a few more minutes his slowly recovering mind indentified the woman as Barbara. She was somewhere near by being fucked and she was enjoying it. How long had he been out he wondered. To him it seemed like almost no time had passed since he made love to Barbara. But now she was fucking some other guy or was it Cher maybe. He thought he was on the verge of loosing his mind when he heard her call out his name.




The Visitor



This story was inspired by a friend, many happy dreams thanks to him…

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A young woman craving touch, craving attention of a specific kind, lays out on her bed with nothing but a light blue football jersey to sleep in. The room is a converted corner of the garage, built so she could have privacy. She pulls out her toy and pictures the body of her partner…

His strong muscled arms wrapped around her, his hands moving over her as he lowers his head and breathes across her neck and the back of her ear. She softly moans leaning her head back on his shoulder, arching her back so that her ass presses against his hard cock.

He softly growls as he pulls away turning her around in his arms, holding her firmly by her chin. She licks her lips in anticipation but he sees the look in her eyes and grins. Pushing her back he shoves her over on to the bed

Her right hand slowly moves down her body, passing her breasts and stomach, pressing down on the juncture of her legs as she arches her back. Her left hand bunches the blankets next to her…

He lowers his head to her stomach, his teeth grazing over her skin. She moves her hands to grab his head shy of what he means to do, but as her fingers brush his hair, he grabs her hands and moves them under her own hips; holding them in place.

She closes her eyes…

His lips skim down the last of her torso, the breeze from his mouth tickles the short hair covering her lower lips. She lifts her head to look down sighs as she watches his tongue extend and tease her. Barely touching her, his tongue floats down her slit, his warm breath heats her.

The tip of her middle finger glides down her slit, having licked the tip, its wet sliding down her skin…

There is nothing stopping him from going deeper, nothing to halt him from dipping down and tormenting her. Her hands clench beneath her body, her eyes tightly shut as her hips press to him. His finger slips between and brushes her vulnerable clit. Her moan catches in her throat and she sighs as his tongue swirls and dances over the sensitive nub.

He goes lower, the tip of this tongue drifting over the entrance of her tunnel. Taking his sweet time making her squirm, making her want to beg. He chuckles as he leans back to see her face. The need written in her eyes, her mouth, the way her neck is arched pressing her head back into the mattress.

Lost in her dreams she misses the door at the other end of the long room opening and quietly closing…

He stands and flips her over. Her arms move out as she raises her hips his entrance. His hands graze over her ass cheeks, pressing into the flesh as to claim. The hands move around and grip her hips holding them in place. One hand moves away, to help guide his hard penis in.

She presses her toy to her folds as the cock in her dream pushes in…

Just the head moves in, and she wiggles hips enough to make him growls and grab her by the back her head. Soon he moves slowly, a bit at a time, in to the hilt and back out rubbing at her entrance, scratching over the surface of her inner spot.

Pulling and pushing the toy to match his movements she moans as he watches her… 

He moves with in her, slowly picking up speed

Her head falls back as one hand works the toy between her legs and the other grabs the back of her neck, her back arching from the bed, as her leg ticked in her orgasm.

A hand reaches out and grabs her spread leg, opening her eyes she cries out in shock and fear, her heart beating to fast. The hand grips tighter pulling the leg open to look at the little blue string attached to the toy inside of her.

Her breathing returns to normal. Looking at the face from her dreams she reaches for him, taking the hand he raised…

…she pulls him down over her. His long body covering hers, his jeans scratching her bare legs, his heavy chest pressing down on her silk covered breasts. As they kiss passionately, she reaches between them and unbuckles his jeans. He grins as she presses, pushing him over, she straddles him. Yanking down his pants over his hips and down his long legs. Raising the band of his boxers, she pulls the underwear down and throws to them to the floor to join his jeans and her own clothing from the day.

Crawling back up his legs she slowly makes her way up the limbs with her mouth so close but not, darting her tongue out to leave a trail of nips and licks. Reaching his manhood she cups his balls in one hand, playing with them with her fingertips. Griping his hard cock with the other she licks her lips and slowly plays him as he had done to her in her dreams.

The tip of her tongue slid around the edge of the head and then down the ridge along the underside, flicking at the junction of the cock and sack. Licking her way back up she takes him to her mouth and sucks him as far she can take him, touching the tip to her throat.

He growls as she plays with his cock enjoying the taste and texture of him. Soon his hips raise from the bed, his hands holding her head tightly by hair and neck, "oh fuck yes…"

She moans happily as he take his pleasure. A moment before he would loose control he stops, pulling her roughly from him. He sits up, grabbing her flinging her to her stomach, pulling her hips up and driving into her wet passage. Her soft scream didn't leave the room but she felt it with in her body as he shoved deeply in to her.

Take me sir, take me as you will… her thoughts screamed to him. Behind her his movements speeding up, become erratic. She could feel the pressure building, it had been getting ready to break for some time and now it crested at it's most fragile point. The time when everything seems to hold still, as if the universe stops to take a deep a breath before the oceans erupt and waves crash, fires burn through her veins as her body shook, his seed exploding into her.

As they catch their breath, he slowly lowers her hips, his member sliding out of her. The friction on her opening making her squirm and cry out softly again. He lays his body over hers, curling up onto his side, pulling her back against him, he brushes her hair back and kisses her cheek.

She smiles and turns to kiss the hand that grazes her face and to receive another kiss this one on her full lips.



The Visitor



The sexual usage by the "Visitor" continues, almost nightly. 

Carly Boyette didn't know what to do. She awoke haggard and unrested. This was usual anymore. She wasn't the party girl every one at work was beginning to assume she was; figuring she was staying out late every night and that was why she looked haggard and couldn't concentrate during the day most of the time.

In reality this wasn't too far from the truth, but not at all within Carly's control. She stayed tired all the time and had adjusted her bedtime earlier to nine p.m., though that actually only made things worse. The visitor only came once she was asleep. Then it was almost every night. Once he arrived he wouldn't let Carly rest for the balance of the night. He skipped three to five days each month. They always came clustered together. He would come in the night every night, then suddenly he wouldn't show up for several nights in a row then he would start coming every night again.

The activities were pretty much the same every night. Last night was a good example.

Carly had noted the time as 9:05 when she switched off the light and wearily laid back to go to sleep. She had obtained a prescription for some sleeping pills from her doctor and had taken a capsule 20 minutes earlier. The doctor had performed all manner of tests on Carly and had ruled out narcolepsy and other similar disorders. 

They had tried all sorts of regimens to adjust her brain chemistry. The doctor had told her, sleep disorders were usually the result of norepinephrine deficiency in the brain and had prescribed Welbutrin. It worked for about a week, but her sleeplessness returned. He had added a seritonin stimulator and when that combination only worked for a couple of weeks a melatonin stimulator. Her prescription bill was now up to $300 a month and she couldn't afford that. She told the doctor she thought his efforts at the source of the problem were good, but she just needed some sleeping pills. The doctor didn't think that was the right approach, but gave her instructions on how to wean off the other drugs without risking depression and prescribed one of the newer sleeping pills that showed limited tendency toward addiction and abuse. 

She felt the sleep begin to overtake her as her head nestled into the soft, fluffy pillow.

She had drifted off to sleep but awakened when she felt the usual indicators that he had arrived. The clock at her bedside read 9:43. She couldn't see him most of the time, and only sensed and saw evidence of his presence. When she did see what she thought was him, it was only a wisp of smoke or fog. When he arrived the first thing she noted was the feeling of someone's weight coming down on the bed. 

Next she would feel her clothing being removed. She only wore panties and a tee to bed, so it wasn't hard or long until she was naked. She had tried wearing more clothing to bed and it had seemed to irritate him, so she didn't do that anymore. Then she would feel him begin to manipulate her body. His hands and mouth, if that is what they were, would begin to manipulate her breasts until her nipples were stiff and erect. He was a maestro in how he used her body and it would be extremely pleasant if it weren't for the fact it wasn't with her permission. 

She couldn't move while this was going on and that meant she couldn't resist. It didn't really matter that she couldn't move because she couldn't see who was abusing her anyway. She could on occasion see her breasts being manipulated. It even looked like a hand was applying pressure to her breasts as a ring of indentations roughly the same as a hand would make when squeezing her breasts would appear on her breast flesh. Then when she thought the pain of the squeezing sensation on her breasts would be too much for her to stand any longer it would stop. Then she would see and feel her nipples as if they were being pinched, pulled and twisted. 

Usually the 'thing' would move to her thighs next and start performing cunnilingus on her, though not always. He was very talented in his oral skills, but his tongue was cold and dry, not warm and wet. It felt almost like ice was being rubbed on her crotch. Then he would move up her body and have intercourse with Carly. This was pretty standard male-superior sex, though he would slam her hard, bruising her inner thighs, and occasionally he would raise her legs in the air as if they were on his shoulders while he used her. The penis he used on her was cold like the tongue, not warm like a humans.

He was slow and methodical, as if he were making love to her except for the roughness, and the sex would continue until the first light streamed across the horizon. Then Carly would get 60-90 minutes of sleep before the alarm summoned her to begin the day. 

Though 23 Carly was still a virgin. In her mind there were just too many diseases to be screwing around and when you coupled the moral pluses to retaining her virginity for so long, it was win-win in her mind, so she had endured through high school and college and kept her virginity.

After the first night with the visitor, Carly went to see her gynecologist. Her doctor confirmed her vagina looked as if it had been used for rough sex, except that her hymen was still intact. He also noted the dark blue bruises on her inner thighs. And the handprint bruises on her breasts. But there was no indication of her having been penetrated except for bruising at the entrance of her vagina. He suggested in a round about way that perhaps Carly was having psychotic episodes and the injuries were self-inflicted in some unconscious masochistic way. She recommended Carly seek professional psychiatric help. Carly protested.

"Dr., I am not crazy." She insisted adamantly. 

"No one said you were crazy Miss Boyette. A person can be perfectly sane, but with some crossed wires in the brain have episodes where they act and respond in different-from-ordinary or even inappropriate ways. This probably explains the sleeplessness, too. This isn't my field, but I think you should consider it as a possibility and seek help from someone in the field, if for no other reason than to rule it out so you don't injure yourself seriously if that is the case. If you want I can get you a referral."

That night the visitor acted differently. The first night, his technique was slow and methodical as if he were making love, but the night after she went to the doctor he was even rougher. After he undressed her, he didn't start making slow methodical love to her. Instead Carly was thrown around the room as he thoroughly used and repeatedly sodomized her both orally and anally. At one point Carly felt like her hands were tied at the wrists and she was suspended from the ceiling. At regular intervals it felt like leather was cutting into her flesh on her back, thighs, and buttocks. Carly knew she was lying on the bed unable to move at the moment, but it felt like she was suspended from the ceiling and being beaten. She could feel the pain of the lashes as they were administered. At times she would cry out, 

"Please stop. What have I done to deserve this. Please STOP!!!!!!!!!!"

Her mouth and voice were the only things that worked at times like these. Otherwise, she was totally helpless. The pain of the lashes was extreme, but after several hours, Carly had learned how to endure it and found that in some weird, warped way it wasn't all that bad if one focused on the warm afterglow of the lashes rather than the pain of the lash. 

The next morning, she had deep bruises around her wrists and all over her body so she called in sick. Her back looked like a whip or belt had been used on it roughly.

The next night his method was slow and methodical again, though he was still rough which was becoming apparent as his style. On nights when Carly did anything to counter the visitor, he would treat her rough like she was being punished. On other nights, so most the times, he was slow and methodical.

At her regular annual mini-physical, the doctor noted she was a little bit anemic and gave her a prescription for specially formulated vitamins. She hadn't had to disrobe for the physical, so bruises from the latest night's activities weren't visible. By this time Carly was afraid to discuss it with anyone. She knew a night of punishment would be the result if she did. So she was thankful for not having to explain the bruises. 

Carly had gone to a catholic priest to ask for his help. He wasn't of much help and that night the visitor punished her particularly hard. He punished her especially hard again when she downloaded a Bible program from the Internet and started reading passages that were written describing ceremonies of exorcism and the like. Not only had he worked her over really hard that night, her computer was a blob of melted plastic and circuit boards the next morning So she had learned to let things ride and not to discuss it with anyone. She was beginning to accept there might be nothing she could do to stop the abuse by the "Visitor." She even went to be nude one night, resigned to "Why fight it." 

He started out in his usual slow methodical manner, but when he discovered she was nude, he punished her harshly, like he had after she visited the priest. The next morning she had to call in sick again. Either he enjoyed undressing Carly or he was trying to tell her she was to take no initiative in regard to his visits, good or bad. So Carly stopped doing anything other than going to bed and awaiting his appearance. 

Carly had thought perhaps the visitor was somehow linked to her apartment and considered moving. She thought to test the theory by staying at a friend's for a few days. On the third day she was away, the visitor found her. He used and sodomized both girls all night and then punished Carly the next night once she had returned to her apartment. Her girlfriend never reported the event, because like Carly she didn't think she would be taken seriously. Besides she had found the rough use a pleasurable sexual outlet. She wasn't a virgin like Carly and no stranger to sex some of it in the kinkier side of the past time. 

Carly felt her life was potentially in danger and so had learned to not try to avoid what appeared to be inevitable. So,

The sexual usage by the "Visitor" continues, almost nightly.



The Visitor



One Saturday I was home alone, my wife Sarah, had just left for work. I just finished writing a story and printed it out. I laid it on the end table so when she got home she could read it. I liked to get her aroused that way then we would go to bed and try out some of the things I wrote about, I called it research after the fact. I was still worked up from writing and was planning on lying on the bed and masturbating.

I was disappointed when I heard someone at the door. I answered it and was pleasantly surprised to see Vera, a friend of ours standing there, she was wearing skin tight jeans and a short blouse showing her beautiful figure. She's a bubbly sexy but naive woman that I adored; she was welcome to interrupt me any time she wanted. 

She came in and said, "Hi John, just thought I'd stop since I was in the area and visit, is your wife home?" 

"No, she's working 2nd shift today but you're welcome to come in and visit, where's your hubby?"

"He had to work today too so I'm just out running around."

She came in and we sat and talked for sometime, then I saw her reach over and pick up the papers off the end table and start looking at them, embarrassed I said, "Uh that's a story I wrote." 

She smiled and said, "Oh I didn't know you wrote stories, can I read it?" 

I stood up and started to reach for them and said, "You better not it's pretty racy, I just write them for Sarah's and my entertainment." 

Drawing her hands back so I wouldn't grab them from her she said, "Ooo... I like to read stuff like that" and started reading it anyway. 

I sat back down and watched her reading it and would hear an occasional ooo or mmm. She looked at me and said, "You're right this is racy... you bad boy." and went back to reading. I could tell by the look on her face she was reading a real explicit part. She soon finished it and laid it back down and said, "Wow am I blushing?" 

I looked at her beautiful face and said, "Your cheeks are a little red." 

She fanned her face with her hand and said, "You got an ornery streak in you I see." 

Laughing I asked, "Yeah, did you like it?" 

She cleared her throat and said, "It's very explicit and descriptive I'll say that much." 

"Yeah but did it do what it's supposed to do?" 

Giving me her cute naive look she asked, "What do you mean?" 

"Did it get your juices flowing?" 

She looked away and in a quite voice said, "Uh... yeah." She picked it back up and leafed through it to find a good part and read it again. 

I leaned back in my chair and saw her quickly glance down at my bulge and I asked her, "What part did you just reread?" 

"The part where he was masturbating." 

"Oh you liked that, do you masturbate?" 

She looked embarrassed by my blunt question but answered, "Well... I don't know."

Curious by her answer I asked, "What do you mean, you don't know?"

"I never done it like you describe in your story, but I've rolled up my blanket and laid on it and well... humped it until I climaxed."

"Hey if it works go for it." Feeling I had her interest I asked, "Have you ever watched your husband do it?"

"Nooo... are you kidding, we don't even talk about things like that, I don't imagine he even masturbates." 

By now I'm really horny, she interrupted my planned session and now I'm having this conversation with my beautiful friend I never thought I'd be having with her. Wanting to take it to the next level, I started rubbing myself, making my thin shorts conform to the long shape of my semi hard cock. 

With her eyes riveted on what my hand was doing she asked, "What are you doing?" Even though she knew full well what I was doing.

I wrapped my hand around my thick member growing down the leg of my shorts and stroked it and said, "Oh this feels so good, I'd like to masturbate right now, in fact that's what I was getting ready to do when you came over."

She stood up and in her cute high pitched voice, stretching my name out she said, "John... I can't believe we're even talking about this, I better go."

I stopped rubbing myself and said, "No, please don't go." To my relief she stopped. 

"I want you to stay so we can talk some more." I was really encouraged when she sat back down.

"But what about your need? I thought you wanted to go... you know." She asked concerned.

"Well if you want to wait out here I can go back in my room and take care of it then we can visit some more."

She sat there quite for awhile then said, "Ok I guess that'd be alright."

I thought for awhile and said, "Vera, you mean to tell me you'd sit out here knowing what I was doing twenty feet away and be ok and not be curious. I would really like it if you would come back with me and watch. 

She thought for awhile and said, "I never watched anyone do that before." 

"Well here's your chance, all you have to do is sit on the bed and watch me get off. That would turn me on so much if you would." She just sat there I could tell she was considering my offer. I stood up and took her hand and pulled her to her feet and said, "Come on you know you want to, you have to take advantage of a situation when you can." 

I led her down the hall to the bedroom, trailing be hind me She said, "I feel so weird I can't believe I'm doing this." 

We walked in the bedroom, I told her, "here just set on the bed." She sat down on my side of the bed and propped my pillow against the head board and leaned back on it. I went in the bathroom to get a clean dry wash cloth to wipe up when I was done. I stood at the foot of the bed and proceeded to take all my clothes off.

She watched me intently and said, "Oh, you like to get naked when you do it."

"Yeah sometimes... especially now because I don't want you to miss anything." I pulled my underwear down exposing my semi hard cock and crawled in the bed and laid on my back beside her. Her eyes were fixed on my cock. 

I got right down to business by taking my cock in hand and began stroking it, I looked over at her beautiful crotch, secure in her tight jeans and her fabulous bare belly and it wasn't long before it was fully hard and my head was big and shiny. 

She began squirming in the bed beside me repositioning herself and said, "Wow John, that is one big cock. 

Glad that she was enjoying the show I asked her, "Would you please reach in the night stand and hand me my gel?" 

She pulled the drawer open and picked up the bottle of O'My and said, "Is this it?"

"Yeah, that's the best stuff." 

She squirted some on her fingertips and for a moment I thought she was going to rub it on my cock for me, but to my disappointment she just rubbed it between her fingers and said, "Oh this is so silky," and handed me the bottle.

She watched as I pumped a generous amount on my cock head, it flowed down my thick shaft to my hand and I began rubbing it around covering my entire cock. I slowly began stroking my slippery shaft and said, "Mmm this feels so good, it feels like a woman's natural juices." I stroked slowly while squeezing enough pressure to feel like a tight virgin pussy. 

She squirmed around some more and said, "Your head looks so big and tight are you about to cum?"

"No, but it won't be long." I looked over at her crotch and could see that her jeans were so tight that they were in her crack. "You know what I'm imagining right now?" 

I could tell she was very aroused when she gave me a breathy reply of, "No... Please tell me."

"I'm imagining my cock going in and out of your scrumptious looking pussy." 

All she could say was a throaty, "Oh John."

I continued my quest then told her, "I'd love it if you'd pull your pants down so I could see your panties." With out saying any thing she scooted down in the bed more and unbuttoned her tight jeans and raised her butt up and slid them down just below her crotch exposing her tiny string panties. Her panties slid down a little and I got a glimpse of her hair before she pulled them back up. Her tight jeans kept her thighs pressed together, squeezing her pussy lips, trapping her panties in her crack. 

She rubbed her hand down across her pussy and said, "Mmm your cock looks so damn good right now, I love watching you jack off. 

Seeing this beautiful site lying so close, and hearing her obvious arousal, I felt my orgasm welling up and when I knew I was cumming I turned over on my side and ejaculated all over her belly; it squirted every where, on her arm, on her shirt.

I heard her take in a jerky breath and say, "Oh my, I never realized so much came out." 

I leaned over and licked all my love juice off of her beautiful belly and even sucked it off her shirt, we both looked at the big glob on her forearm and I said, "Do you want to taste it."

She lifted her arm up and put her open mouth over my sperm and sucked it off and said, "Mmm... it taste good, I never tasted it before."

I was surprised and asked, "Your husband never came in your mouth?"

"No, we never had oral sex."

I thought, 'I'd love to teach this girl a few things.'

She took a deep breath and said, "Oh John that was great, I loved feeling your hot cum spewing on me." I'm so worked up right now I'm tempted masturbate too." 

I put my hand over on her panties and said, "That would be great if you would, I'd love to watch you, I'll help you if you want."

"No I want to do it myself." She pulled her pants off and tossed them to the floor, then slid her panties off and threw them on her pants. I watched as she spread her legs and rubbed her fingers inside her wet pussy. "I'm not too good at this I hope I can get off."

I reached over in my wife's night stand and got one of her toys. "Here try this." 

She took it and looked at it and said, oh wow does it vibrate?" I reached over and turned it on. She put it on her pussy, "ahh this is fantastic, I always wanted to try masturbating with a vibrator." She slid it inside her wet pussy and apparently made contact with her clitoris. "Oh... oh my god... this feels good... John thank you, this feels so damn good." I watched her intently thinking of how I would love to toss that vibrator away and get on her and fuck the hell out of her, but I didn't.

It seemed like no time at all she was crying out, "I'm cumming... oh John oh." her body stiffened and jerked she relaxed still rubbing the toy on her then jerked a couple more times then went limp. I shut off the vibrator for her. She laid still with it in her, "I think I could get off again, how do you turn this thing on?"

I showed her the switch, "here just twist this, I wish I could have multiple orgasms."

She turned it on and began pleasuring herself again as I kissed her belly. I could smell her sweet juices and wanted to lick her so bad. To decrease my temptation to violate her trust in me, I leaned back on my pillow and watched her enjoy her new friend. Then her body began quaking with her second climax. 

We just laid there beside each other, not touching, recovering from an extraordinary experience. Then she broke the silence by saying, "I want one of these."

I grinned at her and said, "I tell you what, let me buy you one but... you have to let me watch you use it the first time." 

She excitedly said, "Buddy you got a deal!" She reached over and took the wash cloth off my softening cock, "can I use this?"

"Yeah but if you want I can get you a fresh one."

She surprised me by saying, "Mmm no, I'd rather use this one," as she wiped my cum dampened wash cloth between her legs. 

She rolled away from me and got out of the bed then picked up her clothes and went into the bathroom.

I watched her beautiful bare ass disappear behind the closed door. I laid there until she came out fully clothed and headed for the bedroom door. So I said, "I'll be out as soon as I clean up."

I cleaned up and joined her in the living room. We had a good time talking and tried to return to a more normal relationship but both of us knew our relationship had changed forever. 

She stood and walked towards the door and said, "I better go home now."

I walked over to her and said, "I'll order your toy for you, it should be here by next weekend, I'd love it if you'd come over then."

"That'd be great, I hope I can wait until then." then she put her hand on the back of my neck to pull me down to her and gave me a big kiss on the lips, "Thanks John for a fantastic afternoon." Then turned and walked out the door.

I watched her beautiful ass as she walked to her car. "Yeah, I need to get some of that" I said in a low voice. 



The Visitor



Kimberly's eyes crawled from left to right, as if the slower she scanned her surroundings the better they would look. She sat at the kitchen table, her hands barely touching the coffee cup between her fingers. She looked beyond the skinny, wooden posts that rose from the half wall to the ceiling, separating the kitchen from the family room on the other side. The simple, unassuming furniture and wall coverings—intended to reveal the personality of the condo's owner—now simply looked extraordinarily plain to Kimberly.

Perhaps it DID reveal too much about me, she thought.

She took a sip of coffee and gently let the cup settle on the table. She didn't want to make too much noise, knowing that her mother was asleep down the hall in the extra bedroom. Surely the woman who decorated Kimberly's childhood home like a professional was saddened by her daughter's lack of interior design talent. But wasn't that true about everything Kimberly had done?

Her grades were never good enough. The college she attended wasn't good enough. The job she got wasn't good enough. And the husband she didn't even have yet wasn't going to be good enough.

Kimberly dreaded her mother's visits. Both women were lonely, but the time they spent together was not enough to cure their common ills. Each time her mother came...and went...Kimberly felt more detached from life; more alone.

There was also the deep-rooted jealousy. Kimberly watched her mother, now forty four, turn prettier with each passing year. Instead of feeling hopeful that she, too, might improve with age, Kimberly resented the perfect hair, skin and body her mother possessed. She was shocked, actually, that her mother had never dated another man after her father's accidental death three years ago. Kimberly assumed men of all ages were stumbling over each other to get at her.

And now Kimberly was attempting to survive another visit.

###

Laura pulled up the covers and stared wide-eyed at the bedroom door. A faint light snuck in between the bottom of the door and the carpet. It had not changed in the past hour. No shadow of Kimberly walking past. No dimming from lights being turned off.

There were no sounds except for the occasional car passing outside. If a TV was on, she couldn't hear it. If Kimberly was up, she wasn't moving about.

Why is she so sad, Laura asked herself? It was the same question she had every time she saw her daughter. How could a beautiful twenty three year old girl, just out of college and already working as a reporter at a big city TV station, be so sad?

Laura seldom pondered the question at length because she felt guilty trying to get inside the head of someone half her age when she couldn't even figure out her own feelings. It was three years since Kevin's accident and she still wasn't 'normal'. She still didn't have a reason to live.

Laura yearned for Kimberly's affection again, like when she was young. But neither of them was young any more. They had to grow up quickly in the years after the accident. Laura always felt Kimberly was doing a better job of it than herself. Nothing seemed to work like it used to for Laura.

Finally, she threw back the covers and slid out of bed. Dressed in a nightshirt that hung halfway to her knees, Laura quietly stepped to the bedroom door and opened it. She looked down the hallway towards the kitchen before nearly tiptoeing her way ahead. 

Laura saw Kimberly sitting at the table with her back towards her. She was nearly upon her daughter before Kimberly jerked her head around in surprise.

"It's just me," Laura said.

"I thought you were asleep," Kimberly said once she caught her breath.

Laura put her hands on her daughter's shoulders. "Not yet. I'm not good at sleeping in another bed."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," Laura said, massaging Kimberly's slender shoulders. "Aren't you going to bed?"

"Not yet."

"What's wrong?"

Laura shrugged. "Nothing's wrong."

"You're a lousy liar. Always have been," Laura said.

Kimberly smiled but didn't respond.

"Do you miss your Dad?" Laura asked.

"Of course. Don't you?" Kimberly said.

"A lot. I can't seem to get back into a routine. After all this time."

Kimberly nodded. "That's how I feel. Nothing's like it used to be."

Laura felt the material of Kimberly's bathrobe crumpling up inside her hands as she continued to rub her shoulders. Laura looked down past the shiny blonde hair of her young daughter and realized that the robe was being pulled open by her ministrations. The tops of Kimberly's full breasts were exposed and the cleavage between them more than evident. If Laura could take pride in anything, it was the passing down of full breasts to her child.

But she already knew that. She'd seen Kimberly on TV, reporting from a crime scene or another plant shut down, wearing a stylish suit that showed off her many attributes. Kimberly had told her about the creepy e-mails she received from guys having less interest in her journalistic skills than her bra size.

The protective mother in Laura surfaced once again.

"Do you have any new friends? Maybe you need to get out more—spend less time thinking about work," Laura suggested. As she spoke, she walked over to an empty chair at the table and sat down.

"Yeah, some. Mostly girls," Kimberly said before hesitating. "I don't trust most guys."

"Don't be tempted into talking to any of the jerks that send you messages, no matter how good they sound."

Kimberly laughed quietly. "Don't worry."

"Have they talked at all about promoting you to an anchor's slot, maybe on the weekend?" Laura asked with a touch on increased interest.

Kimberly silently resented the fact her mother would assume her next job would be a dead-end assignment like the dreaded weekend anchor. "Not yet. I can do better anyway."

Laura easily detected the tone of her daughter's voice. Actually, she was pleased to know Kimberly was thinking of bigger and better things. "Would you relocate if you had to?"

"Of course. In this business, you better be ready for that."

Laura smiled, but the thought of her only child moving away was not something she wanted to even consider.

Kimberly sensed what her mother was thinking. "Don't worry. Where would I go for neck massages? Can I have another?"

Laura gladly moved behind her daughter and placed her hands on top of the robe. She barely began to rub when Kimberly pulled on the neckline of her robe and drew the soft fabric from underneath Laura's hands. The robe hung just below the shoulders, exposing the young woman's fair flesh. Laura began the massage again.

The supple skin felt wonderful to Laura, who hadn't had much contact with any body besides her own in three years. She remembered the intense, long sessions of foreplay with her husband; the exploration of bodies even after more than twenty years of marriage. Laura stroked Kimberly's shoulders more powerfully, almost forgetting who it was in the chair.

Soon, Laura's hands were at the tops of Kimberly's arms, kneading the skin and feeling the coolness of the flesh. Kimberly sighed audibly and seemed to slump down in relaxation.

For the first time in ages, Laura felt a pang of stimulation between her legs. Images of Kevin flashed through her mind: his naked body; his stiff cock; his face as he lowered himself onto her, their bodies becoming one.

Laura looked down on her daughter, the breasts that previously peeked out from under the robe now more than half exposed. Her hands slid upwards, then closer to Kimberly's neck and, as if on their own, down the top of Kimberly's chest. Laura felt the swelling under her fingers the lower she went. Only when it was apparent her hands were on the top of her daughter's breasts did she veer to the side.

Kimberly offered no resistance. How long had it been since anybody touched her? She did not call up any images of her past partners. None of them merited recalling. She simply enjoyed the sensation of the soft fingers caressing her body, and the tingling deep inside her stomach.

Almost imperceptibly, Kimberly spread her legs a couple of inches. The robe opened, revealing a portion of her inner thigh. Laura was massaging her shoulders once more.

"Do you have men over?"

The abruptness of the question nearly caused Kimberly to twitch. She thought for a second.

"Not lately."

"But you have." It was half question, half statement.

Kimberly let her mother work the muscles a few more seconds. "Once or twice."

Laura pressed against the back of Kimberly's chair, letting her hands drop lower again.

"How about you?" Kimberly asked her Mom.

Laura made no attempt to pull her fingers away this time, letting them linger on the top fringe of both breasts. "I can't. Not yet."

"Will you ever?"

Laura's hands slid off to the sides, nearly—but not quite—down the outside of Kimberly's tits.

"I don't know."

The answer clearly would have been 'No' except for the ever-growing moisture collecting in her pussy. The effect the massage was having on Laura's own body caused more than a little confusion in her brain. Once her hands had found their way back up, Laura bent down and lightly kissed Kimberly on the side of the head.

"I really do want you to be happy," Laura said softly.

Kimberly turned in her chair, and then slowly stood. She pushed the robe back up over her shoulders, but the front loosely hung open. The women faced each other and stared into each other's eyes as if for the first time.

"We can't do it alone, Mom. We need each other," Kimberly said. "You're more important to me than any man."

Before the tears became too apparent, Laura embraced her daughter. They hugged with strength neither of them had ever felt before. Their bodies came together with a passion reserved for lovers.

It was Kimberly who initiated the kiss. She began at the side of her mother's face, moving inexorably toward her lips. Once they touched, both mouths slipped open and their tongues met.

Laura moaned, a mixture of disapproval and lust.

Kimberly's hands instinctively caressed her mother's body through the thin nightshirt. They slid lower until stopping just above Laura's ass. The kiss intensified.

Laura's hands were also in motion. They moved up Kimberly's sides until her thumbs felt the underside of Kimberly's breasts. There they hovered...until Kimberly took hold of her mother's wrists.

Without ever breaking the kiss, Kimberly guided her Mom's hands between their bodies. She placed the palms directly onto her breasts, just to the side of each nipple. Then Kimberly let go and pulled the robe open another couple inches.

Only when Laura applied a small amount of pressure did the kiss end. Both women looked at the hands molded around the firm, young tits. Laura seemed to make every effort not to touch the nipples, satisfied with a simple squeeze that Kimberly barely noticed.

The tension in the hushed condo was palpable. Both women breathed hard and fast, their pussies aching but going untouched. Laura's fingers moved, seemingly about to cover the erect nipples. Her tongue swept across her dry lips.

Suddenly, Laura pulled her hands away.

"Oh God. I'm sorry, honey. I'm sorry," Laura said.

She began to turn away.

"No, Mom. It's alright," Kimberly assured her, almost in tears. "Please don't leave me."

"I'll never leave you, baby. But...I can't...this isn't right."

"It was wonderful," Kimberly said, her blue eyes sparkling with moisture. "It was the best I've felt in...years."

"Me too, Kimberly. Me too."

They kissed once more before Laura turned and hurriedly walked to her bedroom. Just as she was about to push the door closed, she halted. Tonight, Laura would leave the door open.

###

The next morning arrived much too quickly for Kimberly, but she was excited nonetheless. It was the day she had invited her Mom to tour the TV studio where she worked. They chose mid-morning when it would be fairly quiet, yet allow Laura to sleep in a little.

Kimberly wore the most expensive blouse she owned, paired with a less elegant, straight skirt. She took the all-but-mandatory jacket with her, but would only wear it if sent on an assignment. She gave extra attention to her hair and makeup, intent on making her Mom as proud as she could of her newly-hired daughter.

Kimberly slipped out of the condo as quietly as possible. It was all without need as Laura, once asleep, didn't awaken until the alarm went off a half hour after Kimberly left.

Laura showered, put on a dress, and ate a small breakfast. She watched TV until it was time to leave, then made the short drive to the station.

Even before entering the glass doors of the studio, several men in offices overlooking the parking lot stopped to stare at the stunning blonde on the sidewalk. Men who were used to having beauty queens and former cheerleaders enter the building every day for work gave second and third glances at the woman in the blue dress.

Laura introduced herself to the overly cheerful receptionist, submitting herself to effusive praise of her daughter. She smiled, thanked the girl for the compliments, and took a seat. The receptionist paged Kimberly after being unable to reach her by phone. A few minutes later, Kimberly arrived to save Laura from the welcoming committee.

"You found it," Kimberly said, entering the lobby. "Come on back."

Laura threw one last smile to the receptionist and followed her daughter through the winding hallways. They ended up at a small cubicle amidst a half dozen cloned cubicles.

"It's not much, but I don't spend much time here," Kimberly explained with a wave of the arm. "I'm either out on assignment or looking at tape or something. Anything not to be stuck here."

In the minutes that followed, it seemed to Laura that pedestrian traffic alone would want to make her leave the cubicle. Little did she know she was responsible for generating the higher than usual traffic flow. All the good looking guys she thought just worked with Kimberly were 'sight seeing'.

Indeed, the pair of blonde beauties made quite the couple, offering a veritable buffet of things to view: faces, breasts, waists, hips, asses and legs.

Laura made absolutely no attempt to remember any of the names and titles Kimberly tossed at her in way of introductions. She only made a cursory mental note of which guys looked her in the eyes instead of the tits while shaking hands.

A short behind-the-scenes tour, which actually did interest Laura, resulted in the women entering a room that she assumed could only be for make-up. In addition to the area that reminded Laura of her favorite hair dresser's workstation, there was a long couch and one overstuffed chair.

"This is make-up, obviously," Kimberly said, pushing the door almost shut behind her. "Nobody will be in here for another couple hours. I come in here sometimes to relax...get away from everybody."

Laura saw her looking reflectively at the couch.

"We all need that sometimes," Laura replied, hoping she didn't sound too motherly.

Kimberly was glancing at the well-lit mirrors and row upon row of makeup in front of the swivel chair. "You are quite the star today. I've seen guys I haven't talked to in weeks. It can't be a coincidence."

Laura felt her cheeks blush. "Must be you, hon."

"They see me every day, without noticing. One look at you in that dress and they become animals," Kimberly said, scanning her mother's body. "They would have killed to be me last night."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Kimberly regretted it.

Laura looked at her daughter. "About last night..."

"I didn't mean to...," Kimberly began to say.

"Listen to me, Kimberly." Once Laura had her attention, she continued. "I'm the one who should be sorry. But that's not how I feel. It was wonderful, just like you said. The more I thought about it in bed, the better I felt. We've never really been close, hon. I know that. But know you're all I have. I've always loved you, but now I need you more than ever."

Kimberly was struck by the words—the sincerity of the words.

"I need you too, Mom. I'm so lonely when I'm in that bare condo all by myself. Having you come out and talk to me...and touch me...was so nice. I didn't want it to end," Kimberly said.

"The talking was good. I'm not sure if the touching was...you know..."

Kimberly didn't let her Mom try to finish. She stepped forward and said, "Kiss me again."

Their lips came together like the night before, only this time they instantly launched into a long, deep probing of tongues. Each woman felt the marvelous sensation of their breasts compressing under the force of their embrace. Hands clutched at clothing. 

Quickly, Kimberly broke off the kiss and walked to the dressing room's door. She opened it just far enough to reach around to the 'In Use' sign on the wall. Then she closed the door and pushed in the lock.

"There. Nobody will bother us for a while. Whenever somebody's in here, we always go the restroom to do makeup. It has almost as much stuff in it."

Laura smiled as Kimberly strolled back to her. From the neatly styled hair down to her expensive heels, Kimberly radiated sensuality. Laura thought she saw a renewed confidence in her daughter's entire being. She looked happy.

Kimberly looked at her mother, perfect as always in her perfect dress. No curve was out of place. Flaws, if any, were tactfully hidden. But what might have been jealousy in the past was now pride in ownership. Laura was HER mother. Soon, she would be more than that.

Kimberly stopped just inches in front of Laura. She deliberately began to unbutton her blouse, spending an inordinate amount of time with each button, letting it lay open for a second before proceeding to the next. Laura was absorbed in the process, eagerly obtaining small glimpses of her daughter's breasts and tiny black bra. By the time Kimberly was pulling the blouse out from inside her skirt, Laura had a full view of the luscious cleavage she saw the night before.

The silky blouse hung in uneven waves of material, some of it seeming to cling to Kimberly's body while in other places it took on its own shape. Lights made it glisten in contrast to the bare skin it covered. The lacy bra added even more disparity in shades.

When the last button was open, Kimberly let the blouse hang by itself, taunting her mother with hints of what lay underneath. The room was silent. Only occasional noises outside reminded them they were not totally alone. After a few seconds, Kimberly removed the blouse with steady hands and tossed it over the back of the makeup table's chair.

In the time it took her to do that and turn back around, she considered her next move. Should she continue? Should she let her mother dictate what came next?

Her choice was to let Laura set the pace.

Without a word, Kimberly turned so her back faced her Mom. Kimberly tilted her head an inch or two to one side, looking back over her shoulder. Laura did not hesitate. She reached out and unfastened the bra, but did not remove it. She ran her fingers over the youthful skin of her daughter's back, up and under the bra straps, before finally lowering the straps down Kimberly's arms.

Kimberly shivered—she hoped unnoticeably—from Laura's touch. The bra slid off her body and disappeared behind her. Kimberly waited what seemed a lifetime for Laura's hands to return. They appeared from both sides, wrapped around her, and rested on her naked breasts.

There was an immediate difference from the last time Kimberly's mother touched her. Instead of the tentative, fragile maneuvering of fingers, Kimberly felt a much more assertive clutching of her tits. Laura's hands wrapped around the bulk of them, pulling them in and, at the same time, pulling Kimberly back towards her mother. Their bodies met in a firm joining, back to front. Laura worked the breasts with her hands until the nipples stuck out dramatically.




The Visitor



She put her face next to her daughter's ear, smelling once again the soft hair she remembered from last night.

"You have an amazing body," Laura whispered.

"I want you to have it. To enjoy it."

Laura's answer came in the form of tight wringing of the extended nipples. She felt Kimberly's body shudder.

"Oh my God," Kimberly sighed. With as little motion as possible, she pulled down the zipper of her skirt. Kimberly didn't want to do anything that would cause her mother to stop sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She let the skirt fall to the floor, and then kicked it aside.

Laura alternated between clenching her hands around the entirety of Kimberly's tits and concentrating on the nipples. Both methods had the desired effect. Kimberly sighed noticeably louder and squirmed inside her mother's arms.

"Take off your panties, hon. I want to see you naked," Laura said.

Kimberly didn't need coaxing. She stepped out from under her mother's clutches and faced Laura. With unhurried, calculated movements, Kimberly slid the panties down her thighs, past her knees and over her feet.

She stood naked in front of the woman she wanted to love more than anything else, and the woman she wanted to have love her in return. If Laura's look of approval was any indicator, Kimberly was about to get her wish.

"You're so beautiful," Laura stated with total honesty.

Kimberly approached her and allowed the hands that began their exploration last night to have total access to her body. The touches led to a prolonged, sensuous kiss. The two bodies rubbed together, Laura's dress being pulled in all directions by the friction.

Laura stroked the full breasts, the firm waist, and the supple ass of her daughter. However, it was the first contact between her fingers and Kimberly's moist pussy that brought the biggest response. Kimberly struggled for breath when Laura's gentle hand slowly rose up from the opening of her cunt to the rigid clit that ached for attention.

Laura bent down just enough to allow her tongue to glide across one of Kimberly's nipples. With her finger lightly searching out the tip of Kimberly's clit, Laura began to suck on the tit. Kimberly reacted with such intensity, both verbally and physically, that Laura couldn't help but increase the force she applied with her mouth and hand.

"Yes, Mom. Yes! Don't stop!"

It was necessary for Laura to hear that what she was doing was OK, despite her daughter's apparent desire for the sex to occur. It was all so foreign to her. Yet, so good. She desperately wanted to make Kimberly happy.

The probing fingers, which were now switching between rubbing the clit and probing the inner recesses of Laura's pussy, might have been enough to cause Kimberly to cum. But combined with the incredible sensation of Laura's mouth on both of her tits, an orgasm was inevitable.

Laura sensed the unsteadiness of Kimberly's legs. Each nibble of her tit—each insertion of a finger inside her wet cunt, resulted in Kimberly losing more control.

"Sit down, Kimberly."

The makeup chair was directly behind Kimberly. She reached for it with one hand, swiveled it around and plopped down with a great deal of relief. She looked into her mother's face, thinking there was truly only one thing Laura could do now. Somehow, Kimberly never expected it to come to this.

Without any words being said, Laura got on her knees in front of the chair, put her hands behind Kimberly's waist, and pulled her closer. Kimberly held onto the arms of the chair and spread her legs. She slumped a little farther so that her pussy was within easy reach of her mother's tongue.

Laura's head, with her blonde hair resting on the inside of Kimberly's thighs, inched closer to the neatly trimmed pussy. Laura kissed all around the area before tentatively resting her lips on the pink skin. Immediately, she tasted the sweetness of her daughter's juices. It was all new to her...and extremely stimulating.

Her tongue reached out for the first, cautious contact. It only took her a second or two to discover the unmistakable length of Kimberly's clit. Laura flicked her tongue up and down, feeling the clit bend with each passing stroke. Kimberly closed her eyes, gripped the arms of the chair more tightly, and tilted her head back in ecstasy. She was silent for now, but knew that what she was feeling would lead to cries of joy before long.

As Laura's confidence grew, she became more experimental in her licking. She wrapped her lips around the throbbing clit and bit softly, producing the loudest moan yet from Kimberly. Still, the ultimate kiss waited.

Kimberly opened her eyes just long enough to look at her mother, her head buried between Kimberly's legs. Laura's dress rose far up her thighs, exposing most of the luxurious legs Kimberly had always envied. She thought briefly about when, if ever, she would get to return the favor to her mother.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the most unbelievable feeling she'd ever had. Laura was no longer at her clit. The tongue that worked so hard at bringing Kimberly to the brink of orgasm now began a slow journey inside her cunt.

"Yes. Ohhhhh Mom, yes! Deeper! Please!" Kimberly begged.

Laura had her hands under Kimberly's ass, lifting her for a better angle into her pussy. Her tongue dove as far as it could go, exploring every inch of the sweet, wet hole.

"That's it. Oh God, Mom."

Laura began to insert her tongue and draw it back out, attempting the best she could to fuck her daughter with her mouth. She tasted more and more of Kimberly's wetness, knowing it would lead to what was unthinkable just two days ago. Kimberly was going to cum, and Laura was going to make it happen.

A moment later, when Laura moved back up to her daughter's clit, she got the sense the wait wouldn't be long.

"There! There! Yesssss! Fuck, yes!"

While fairly surprised by the language her daughter was using, it did not lessen the pure lust Laura was feeling. In fact, it encouraged her to do more.

Laura wrapped her entire mouth around the area of Kimberly's clit and stabbed at it almost violently with her tongue. Kimberly stiffened...rose farther off the chair...and thrust her hips forward.

"Now! Mom! I'm...I'm...cumming. Now! Oh God!"

Laura never lost contact with the clit the entire time her daughter came. All the twitching Kimberly's body produced did not keep Laura from licking and sucking the marvelous clit. Laura reached up and kneaded a breast as hard as she could without hurting Kimberly. The nipple hardened between her fingers and Kimberly came even harder.

Kimberly stifled as many of her loudest moans as possible, but the extent of her pleasure was obvious to Laura. Neither woman attempted to count the number of orgasms...if, in fact, it wasn't just one continuous one. All Kimberly knew was: she'd never felt like this before.

When it was over, Laura backed away and timidly wiped her chin. She smiled at Kimberly nervously, unsure of what to expect.

"My God, Mom. That was the most incredible...the most awesome thing I've ever done in my life," Kimberly said with an uneven voice.

She leaned forward in the chair and the women came together for another kiss. Kimberly tasted herself on her mother's lips and tongue. She liked it. A lot.

###

"Hello."

"Hi, Mom. It's me."

Laura smiled. "Hi, hon. Are you still at work?"

Kimberly looked at her watch. "Yeah. But I should be home in forty five minutes. I just wanted to make sure you'd be there."

"I was planning on it. I'll have dinner ready."

Kimberly winced. "Is it something we can eat any time?"

"Sure. What's up?"

"I have something for you," Kimberly said. "I want you to...well, I want you to have it before dinner. It's a present. For this morning."

"Oh, Kimberly. Don't do that," Laura said. "You don't owe me...I mean, what we did..."

"Mom, stop. I love you and I want you to know how much."

Laura never realized how much those words could mean to her. "OK, hon. Whatever you say. I'll be here waiting."

"Thanks, Mom. See ya."

Kimberly was never as nervous driving home as she was that night. She repeatedly looked over at the gift-wrapped box on the car seat next to her. She prayed she had done the right thing as she finally pulled into the garage of her condo.

Clutching the box tightly, Kimberly entered the condo and instantly searched for her mother. Laura came walking out of the family room as Kimberly was tossing her keys onto the counter.

"Hi, hon."

"Hi."

They kissed on the cheek, an unusual gesture for both of them prior to this visit. Now it seemed appropriate.

Kimberly put the box on the kitchen table. "Let me take my jacket off first."

"Before what?" Laura asked as the jacket was neatly hung on the back of a chair.

"Before this." Kimberly picked up the box and proudly handed it to her mother. "Open it and then I'll tell you more."

Laura began the process of untying the ribbon without unduly destroying it. Then she began pulling off the wrapping paper as if tearing it would somehow ruin the gift. Kimberly refrained from telling her to speed up. She knew it was worth the wait.

Eventually, Laura had the gift down to a plain box. She glanced at Kimberly one time, then pulled off the lid and peeled back the tissue paper. Laura's mouth briefly hung open. She reached inside and pulled out the contents.

"Oh, Kimberly."

Putting the box on the table, Laura stood holding the straps of a short, sheer negligee. She let it fully open and turned it to inspect both sides.

"It's so beautiful."

The straps led to a pale blue garment that was nearly transparent, cut low in both the front and back, and barely long enough to be called a garment.

"I want you to try it on," Kimberly said anxiously. "Now."

"Right here?"

"Right here."

Laura tingled with excitement as she quickly pondered the situation. Of course she would do it, but she wanted it to be special for Kimberly. She wanted to put on a show, knowing what it might lead to.

Laura gently laid the negligee on the table. She had changed out of her dress into a t-shirt and jeans. She faced her daughter and pulled the shirt over her head. Laura wished now she hadn't worn a bra, but the white, lacy one she had on didn't embarrass her and by the look on Kimberly's face, didn't bother her either.

The jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped, slowly pulled off, and laid on a chair. Laura allowed Kimberly time to take in the firm body covered now in just underwear. When their eyes met again, Laura reached back and unhooked her bra. She removed it as if doing so too quickly would in some way hurt her. But in her heart, she believed she was opening yet another gift, this one intended for her daughter.

Kimberly stared at her mother's luscious breasts without embarrassment. They were exceptionally firm for Laura's age and Kimberly had to fight the urge to reach out to them. Laura smiled and cupped them in her hands, and then slid her palms over the already stiffening nipples. Kimberly's heart was pounding in anticipation and she felt the moisture in her pussy.

Laura moved her hands to her waist, slipping her thumbs inside the band of her panties. She pushed down and, like her bra, let the panties slowly reveal what lay underneath before finally being removed entirely.

The role reversal from the morning session in the makeup room pleased both women. Laura was very happy to share her body with Kimberly and Kimberly was more than willing to take it. But first, the present.

"You are so awesome, Mom. Now put on the negligee please," Kimberly said.

Laura took the tiny piece of clothing from the table and raised it over her head. With easy maneuvering of her arms through the straps, she let the negligee fall into place.

Kimberly nearly let out a sigh of relief when she realized that it fit perfectly. As Laura adjusted the straps and let them fall back into place, Kimberly gazed at the prominent dip of the neckline that extended deep into her mother's cleavage. Clearly visible under the thin material was the outline of each breast and the darker area around the nipples. Below that, the shadowy space between Laura's legs could be seen a couple inches above the bottom of the negligee.

All together, Laura and her body and the negligee had the desired effect on Kimberly.

"My God, Mom. Don't ever let a man see you in that. I'll never get to touch you again," Kimberly said, her eyes still scanning Laura's body.

Kimberly moved to her daughter and said quietly, "You can touch me anytime you want. Now would be OK."

They kissed for a moment and then Kimberly said, "Let's go in the family room."

Kimberly held her mother's hand and led her to the couch. "Lay down, please."

Laura felt her heart thumping wildly in her chest as she lay on her back, looking up at her gorgeous, young daughter. Kimberly returned the gaze, starting at the bottom of the negligee, which lay across Laura's pussy as if inviting her to move it. Then Kimberly saw the breasts, full even now, with the nipples poking against the material.

Kimberly moved onto the couch between her mother's legs. She ran her hands up the smooth skin of Laura's legs until touching the silky fabric. Her fingers slid down the inside of Laura's thighs, causing the legs to separate even more. Kimberly moved her hands up, under the fabric, and onto her mother's stomach. The negligee now rested above the waist, totally revealing Laura's pussy.

Kimberly bent down and kissed the area one time, already smelling the scent she remembered from the morning kiss. Then she pushed the negligee higher. Her hands touched the very bottom of her mother's breasts. She lingered for a second before pushing the gown higher, uncovering Laura's body completely.

The daughter laid gently on top of her mother and they kissed. Laura felt the soft blouse slide across her breasts, stimulating her nipples even more. She wanted Kimberly's mouth there—her tongue and lips teasing Laura towards an orgasm. An instant later, she got her wish.

Kimberly virtually devoured Laura's tits, sucking heartily on the flesh and roughly manipulating the nipples with her tongue. The initial surge deep inside Laura resulted in an almost unconscious reaching for Kimberly's own tits, which Laura attempted to grip through the blouse and bra. It was sufficient stimulation for both women, who moaned simultaneously.

"Yes, Kimberly. Harder! Suck my tits harder, please! It's so good."

Kimberly bit and pulled and licked until she could wait no longer. She slid down Laura's body and pushed her legs apart. Once she was comfortable on the couch, Kimberly resisted the urge to tease. Instead, she dove directly toward her mother's clit.

"Ahhhhhh. Yes! Lick it, Kimberly."

The clit was already in her daughter's mouth being licked as hard and fast as Kimberly knew how. Laura lifted up her body and Kimberly slid her hands underneath. With renewed effort, she tried to make her mother cum.

Once again, Kimberly thought back to the morning. She remembered the incredible feeling of her mother's tongue inside her cunt. It was time to return the favor.

"I'm going to fuck you with my tongue, Mom. I want you to cum...long and hard," Kimberly said.

Laura didn't respond, nor did Kimberly expect her to. Laura's reaction was much more physical. Her daughter's words nearly made her cum on the spot. And when she felt the first indication that Kimberly's tongue was, in fact, about to enter her, Laura prepared herself.

Nothing in her past, however, prepared Laura for the feeling of another woman's tongue sliding inside her. While not as long and hard as a cock, Laura never had a cock search out the most sensitive areas of her cunt like Kimberly did with her tongue. All she could do was moan loudly and often.

Laura rested a hand on the back of Kimberly's head as if assuring she wouldn't pull out. Kimberly had no intent of doing that until the job was done. She kept her promise, tongue fucking her mother's cunt while tasting the juices it produced.

Not another word was said, but Laura's moans and whimpers of pleasure filled the condo. Only when Kimberly pulled out long enough to slide her tongue over her mother's clit one last time did Laura cry out.

"Yes! Yes, Kimberly! I'm...I'm..."

Laura never finished. But as Kimberly stuck her tongue deep inside Laura again, she knew. The orgasm was intense. Laura cried out, pulled her daughter's head tighter against her pussy, and allowed her body to quiver uncontrollably. The couch creaked from their combined movements. Kimberly's tongue slid in and out like a piston, lingering sometimes to probe the warm wetness. She clutched at her mother's ass, fearful of leaving scratch marks from the intensity.

It stopped when Laura couldn't cum any more and actually tried to pull away from Kimberly's incredible mouth.

"Oh God," Laura sighed, covering her eyes with a hand.

Kimberly rested on her mother's breasts. "It was good?"

"God yes."

Kimberly smiled. "Are you sure you don't want me to set you up with one of the guys at work?"

"I'm sure."

For the first time in three years, Laura decided to extend her stay by an extra day...or two.



tHe vIsItOr



A man waits in a meadow of flowers. He had a dream long ago, a vision that he had been waiting to fulfill for quite some time. He knew that a visitor would come for him, and she would be his ultimate fantasy. He needed her love to renew his hope and subdue his agony.

He calls out for her and a ball of light descends from the sky. In a flash, she appears, a beautiful tantalizing form that sends warm sensations streaming through his body. He's awestruck and taken in by the vision that was so much more than he could've imagined. He struggled to find the strength to stand as their spirits touch and the light from within them intertwines. She had visited him before in another form, but at the time he wasn't ready to free himself to her temptation. Now his light had grown larger than his physical shell and he was ready to share his love with her. She knew what he wanted, and her towering manifestation showed that she was ready to fulfill his fantasy like no earthly being ever could. She knew that size mattered to him, and she was up to the task.

She bent down and sat on the moist vegetation to give him access to the gift that he had been waiting for. He disrobed himself and euphoric feelings aroused desires from deep within. He was unaware that such desires existed. He moved closer to one of the legs that were now surrounding him, and as he neared her gigantic inner thigh he could feel the warmth and vibration that emanated from within. He spread his body over her smooth and delicate skin and began to caress it gently with his arms and legs. He sunk his face into her flesh, kissing and licking it in such a way that sent his warm telepathic love flowing up through her. He writhed closer to the doorway of utopia, stroking as much of her silky skin as he could possibly reach. She lay back on the marsh to accept his loving generosity.

As his arm reached her moist secretions chills rippled down his body. His mouth watered in anticipation of the taste of her pheromone-filled fluids. The feeling of her steamy opening made all of his appendages vibrate passionately. He climbed down to plunge himself inside her dripping tunnel. Holding on to the firm knob the rubbed his chest, he slid himself inside her, feet first. As she felt him enter her she let out a moan that shook the ground like a mild earthquake. She brought her legs together and he pushed against them with his arms to slip himself deeper inside her crevice. He was now shoulder deep inside her and he wrapped his arms around her stiff protrusion. She lifted her pelvis into the air and her inner muscles wrapped tightly around him. He could feel them massaging every inch of his torso and legs.

He squirmed and twisted himself around to face the ground, and get himself into a sitting position inside her. He took a drink of her fluids to help build his energy. He used his feet to delicately rub against the sensitive areas of her innermost recesses. She laid her torso back on the ground and lifted her knees to arrange herself in the most pleasurable position. As he stroked her insides, he could feel her muscles getting tighter and tighter around him. She continually sighed with a voice unlike any other. Her voice resembled the voice of many, as if it were a combination of torrential rain falling, crackles of thunder, birds singing, and gusts of wind rustling the leaves of trees.

The environment seemed to mimic her voice as if she was connected to their surroundings. A storm approached, and began to pour down over them. Her voice grew louder as his muscles tensed, and their bodies began to tremble and convulse in unison. He threw his head back, knocking it up against her rock hard button repeatedly. He gasped for air as her muscles constricted and caused all his blood to go to his head. The harmonies of the event crescendo until she screamed and the Earth shook violently. Meteorites streaked through the sky. A bolt of lightning struck her abdomen, and for a brief period time stood still. When continuity returned, her muscles finally relaxed and he drew in a long, deep breath of air. He was relieved and exhausted, and all of his energy was gone. He was drained. He floated out on a stream that poured from her cocoon. He slowly regained his strength and climbed onto her belly. He was dripping wet and drenched in her liquid love. He climbed up through the cleavage of her four breasts and grasped her chin, giving her a kiss on her gargantuan lips. He slid down her neck and sweetly whispered, "Eye love you" in her ear.

She regained her strength and picked him up. She set him down in the puddle that resided between her legs. She propped herself up with her arms and let out a moan that shook the Earth once again. Primordial ooze gushed out of her, followed by a tender, glowing, fleshy sphere that landed next to him on the ground. She had finally given him all she could muster. With a wink, she transformed back into a ball of light and ascended into space. The light began to twinkle and fade out of sight.

He stood, still drenched in the fluids of their unity. He was overcome with hunger after his swim inside her. He picked up the sphere and began to devour it. As he consumed it, he began to take on the glow of the sphere. Soon his metamorphosis would be complete, and his light would spread across the world. Beautiful flowers sprang up rapidly around him and bloomed into a rainbow of colors.

She had traveled across the vast expanse of the galaxy to give him an experience that was larger than life. Even though he had chosen the time and place and he never left the planet, she had given him an experience that was out of this world and into hers. She rocked his world. He felt reborn. The experience would give back much more than others had taken away. It would also cause life to be cleansed and born again with renewed vitality, awareness, direction, and appreciation. She knew what he was up to, and she recognized his growing potential. She had come to get him there. He vowed to hold her readily accessible in his thoughts, and even though they were worlds apart they would stay connected through their everlasting love for each other. They would continue to hold the memory of their once in a lifetime experience dear to their hearts. Man and Mother Nature had been brought together closer than ever before.

He would continue to think about her on a regular basis. He would always wonder what she was up to. He assumed that it was about sixty-six feet and six inches.



The Visitor



Coming out of the bathroom, hair still wet from my shower, I stop before the bed. It's all there. He's laid it all out for me, and the tension that I had been feeling all afternoon ratchets up another notch.

"Oh, god, oh god," I mutter, not really aware of what I'm saying.

Slowly I begin to dress, mechanical, my fingers occasionally fumbling. I know this clothing, had helped choose the outfit, but each piece feels alien, even menacing. I try to keep my mind from thinking anything, but a low grade anxiety sits like a rock in the back of my mind.

At the sound of the doorbell from the living room I start, gasping, and take a half step back, my hand at my throat.

"Get a grip," I order myself firmly, smiling wryly at my schoolgirl reactions. "Jeez."

I climb into the center of the bed and position myself in "Waiting." I feel myself begin to relax with the familiarity of the pose. Kneeling, sitting on my heels, legs wide spread. With my hands open and upturned on my thighs, I face the door and breath slowly and deeply. The faint dance of lights behind my eyelids comforts me and when I hear Him enter the room, there is no more jumping. I release a light sigh as I hear him stop at the foot of the bed.

"There's my little one. We have a visitor. Are you ready?"

I nod in response, keeping my eyes tightly closed. At His voice my body shivers, the source of so much goodness and so much fear. Pain, pleasure, comfort, stress... these have always been a part of who He is to me but tonight will take them all to a level we've never visited before.

First, He puts on the blindfold. Thank god for blindfolds. I know some find the lack of sight a terror itself. To me the opposite. I'm safe blindfolded. Why? Who knows. In the animal kingdom maybe I would be an ostrich, hiding my head at the sight of predators, but in this environment I don't know what I would do without it.

Smoothing my hair around my shoulders, He then fits the collar around my neck. It's a thicker leather than my usual and much wider, forcing me lift my chin a bit, almost a posture collar. And this one locks.

Last, and unexpectedly, He grasps my hands off my thighs, pulling them behind my back. Before I can do more than straighten with a jerk, my wrists are bound in cuffs. Not tight, comfortable even, but a few convulsive yanks proves to me quickly that I won't be escaping on my own.

His large hand is suddenly at the back of my neck, buried in my hair, dragging me forward. It isn't painful, but I'm off balance and frantically I crawl forward on my knees. Only the firm grip on my elbow keeps me from falling face first off the bed. I find my feet and stumble forward, led by Him out the bedroom, into the living room and none too gently. We stop.

"Here she is." ...

My eyes flick back and forth between Dale and Lisa, watching both their reactions. He's obviously very impressed by the situation, a bound and essentially helpless woman being presented to him by his long-time friend. Only recently have I let him in on my... less than usual inclinations and I always had the impression that he didn't really believe me. Here was the proof.

His eyes wander over her body, and I have to say I'm pretty pleased myself. My pet and I had debated a while before deciding on this very classic, very sexy and very sub outfit. Blindfold, collar and cuffs are all black and the satin corset is as well with some cherry red trim. The darkness against her skin highlights just how fair she is and from experience I know the red will complement any marks she gets. From out mouths, our hands, our belts. They'll all show nicely.

I'd had to push on the stockings and garters. She'd wanted black of course. I insisted on red. "But that's so... slutty looking," she'd protested at the lingerie shop. My response... "Of course. That's kind of the point... slut." Back in the car after purchasing the stockings, she'd been sopping wet. I knew I'd made the right decision.

"Can I," asks Dale and I nod my head, indicating for him to help himself. He steps forward, and grasping her by her constricted waist, pulls Lisa roughly to him, kissing her bruisingly on the lips. I'm glad I decided on barefoot, noticing that he takes no precautions against her overbalancing, a distinct concern with her blindfolded and bound without the use of her hands.

At the touch of Dale's hands and lips, I can see my girl stiffen, her body tensing. A low whimper issues from her throat and Dale pulls his head back although he continues to grind his hips against her.

"Are you sure this is okay? I mean, she seems uh scared?"

"Absolutely Dale. Lisa is completely consenting to this. I haven't gagged her, so she can use her safe word at any time. Isn't that right?"

Even with her voice trembling, my sub is firm and clear. "This is 100% consensual Sir. I know my Master is going to share me with you and that's what I want as well. I want this." With her last words she turns her cheek towards me, rubbing it, like a cat, against my wrist. With my hand still at her neck, I stroke my thumb up and down behind her ear. A secret caress unseen by Dale, a communication that she is safe and that I will take care of her through this.

"Plus, check this out." Using my knee and leg, I roughly part the sub's legs and with my free hand grasp her shaved cunt from behind. After two quick and dirty thrusts of my middle finger, I pull it out and show the ample wetness to Dale. "She's more than willing. Remember, she's a slut and wants to be used. Even by men she's never met. You're a nasty little girl aren't you?"

Dale seems taken aback by my rough language, he knows me as a generally soft-spoken individual, but my girl reacts just as I expect; a shudder runs through her body and she swallows convulsively before stammering, "Y-yes Master. What You said." ...

The man begins kissing me again, roughly, using my mouth. His hands roam over my chest, the tops of my breasts, dipping his fingers into the corset to squeeze my hard nipples. Against my stomach I can feel his cock, already hard and his quickening breath is warm and wet against my face and neck.

Inside I'm conflicted, pulled in two opposite directions. What's being done to my body by this man isn't turning me on. I'm not repulsed, but very separate feeling, like part of my mind is watching objectively, taking notes. Yet my pussy is tingling, my knees are shaking and my heart is pounding. Because of Him. I can feel his eyes on me almost as clearly as his hand on my neck. And it's turning me on. A lot.

I begin kissing the man back, although I don't know that it's really necessary for his enjoyment at this point. Envisioning how I look to my Master, I lean into the mauling, rising up on my toes, rubbing my body against the man and I moan, thinking how I must look. So horny and willing to let anyone use me.

His hands run down my back, over my ass, caressing the highly sensitive crease where my butt joins my legs. The contrast is astounding. Where the stranger's hands and mouth touch I feel like a piece of meat, an object. Where my Master touches feels electrified, each square inch of flesh coming alive and reacting to it's owner.

I only realize He is kneeling behind me when I feel His teeth nip my ass. I cry out. It isn't even particularly painful, but it's intense, and then followed quickly with a sharp spank. One finger gathers some wetness and starts rubbing my clit, slowly, like I do myself when just starting, as He alternates bites, kisses and slaps to my ass cheeks. Beginning to lose control, my hips start grinding and low, continuous moans are issuing unchecked from my lips. The man holds my shoulders and steps away from me. I know he is watching, maybe amazed at my reaction, how obviously aroused I am in this situation.

A few more seconds or minutes pass, I'm not sure, and I hear the man ask, "Is she going to cum like that?" My Master's chuckle rumbles through me, making my clit twitch and He says, "Oh, she could but I won't let her. She has to earn that." ...

I can tell that Dale is impatient to move on to more and I briefly consider explaining to him that there isn't any rush, this scene could last hours if we wanted, and that the fun is in staying in control for as long as possible. But I decide against this. He'll see and if there is a next time, maybe he'll take it slower then.

I suggest that he sit down and get comfortable while I grab us some drinks. Lisa is blindfolded, but she jerks her face in my direction and I can tell that she wants to ask me to not go, to not leave her alone with this stranger. To make the situation clear I position her before Dale, legs spread wide over his and tell him, "Do what you like, I don't want her to go cold on us before I get back." A whining whimper is her response, but she says nothing, just drops her head forward as far as the collar will allow, looking resigned.

From the kitchen, I have a clear view of the two of them via a reflection from the hall mirror, something I had confirmed earlier in the day and so I can keep an eye on the situation without appearing to interfere.

Dale is involved with her pussy, playing with the rings, pulling back her hood to rub and tease her clit. He's just working a second finger up inside when I return with two beers in my hand and I can tell my pet is getting frustrated. Convulsively her hips jerk towards Dale, and she is alternately biting her bottom lip and clenching her jaw. I can see that she is wet and swollen, her labia a deep pink, but it takes time to get to know what makes a woman tick and each one is different. Dale doesn't yet know Lisa's tricks and she is obviously getting quite desperate for a more sure touch. 

I hand Dale his beer, which he immediately sets on the side table. Internally I roll my eyes a bit, but acquiesce to the inevitable. Setting my own beverage down I gather the little one into my arms. She moans and instantly buries her face in my shoulder, and I grasp her ass with one hand, helping her to ride my thigh as Dale and I talk.

"So which would you prefer, her pussy or her mouth?" I offer our guest first choice.

"You said she gives a good blow job. Does she swallow?"

"Yep."

"I'll take her mouth then and you'll...?"

"And I'll fuck my dirty little slut." ...

I'm untouched, alone behind my blindfold, and I can hear movement around me, but I can't concentrate on it. All I can focus on is my clit and my clenching pussy. I'm deep in sub-space now, and I'm rocking back and forth, slowly, rhythmically, totally uncontrolled. Master once called it my "horny dance" but it's not really horniness, or not just that. It's that totally submissive feeling, where every ounce of my being is focused on that, on Him, the stress, the intoxicating mix of uncertainty and totally willingness that can only be expressed with this primal, full body sway.

His hands are on my shoulders and I know it's Him, by His smell, His size, the way my body flushes hot all over at His touch. It knows it's owner. He suddenly crushes me to Him, almost lifting me from the floor and I know that although He's been playing it cool, His cock is anything but. I can feel it pressing into me and I want it more than anything. He's nude now and I wrap one leg behind Him, trying to climb His body, trying to find His hardness with my wet cunt. Obviously I can't and He laughs softly into my neck. With His hands wrapped around my ass, pulling me firmly to Him, He nibbles His way up to my ear and whispers, "Soon sweetheart. Soon."

Gently He lowers me to my knees, steadying me when I waiver. With His hand once again in my hair, He guides me forward and I can feel the man in front of me, sitting on the couch. I flinch slightly when my arms contact his legs, he's naked too and although I want what I know comes next, I'm also terrified and balk, trying to pull back.

My Master of course doesn't allow this and forcibly pushes my head down. At the same moment that I realize I'm smelling him, the stranger's cock is at my lips. I think briefly of struggling, but I know it's useless and will only humiliate me and possibly embarrass Master. 

Tentatively I snake my tongue out, lapping at the head, feeling how hot it is, hard like rock but with such soft skin. And now it doesn't matter any more that this man is a stranger - this is a cock. I know cock and I love it. ...

I take a deep breath as I watch her working Dale's cock. It was close, for a moment there I thought she wasn't going to do it, that she was going to use her safe-word. But she didn't. She pulled through. And now I'm getting to watch her service Dale. 

Positioning myself behind her, I let my cock rest against her swollen lips, feeling her wetness coat the head. She thrusts back at me, swivels her hips, trying to find an angle so that she can impale herself on me, but I don't let her. Even though it's almost as much a tease for me as it is for her, I just rub my shaft back and forth, letting the tip brush her clit at the top of each stroke.

Dale seems lost to everything but what is going on in his lap. His eyes are closed and his head has fallen back against the cushions. With both fists clenched at his sides I realize that he is trying to keep from grabbing her head and forcing himself deeper. The nerve she has, teasing my guest right in front of me.

I reach out and grab one of my favorite toys, a belt that has been trimmed down to about 18 inches, the leather doubled at one end to provide a sure grip. It's ideal for close quarters, like this, or for more sensitive areas where control is needed.

With my left hand I grab Lisa by the hair and with my right I raise the belt. Before Dale notices what I'm doing, I bring the belt down hard on her ass, centered on her right cheek while at the same moment I push her down hard on Dale's cock.

The result is dramatic. Her whole body convulses from the unexpected pain and from the automatic gag reaction as Dale's cock is forcibly shoved deep into her throat. Instinctively his hands grasp her head on either side and begin to work her up and down. A true face fuck. In a few moments her choking sounds stop and I feel her body relax into it.

Suddenly I need her desperately, need to be inside, sharing her body with anther man. I've started leaking, my body is trembling and my balls feel several times too heavy. Grasping her wrists in one hand and her hip in the other, I prepare to fuck my cock-greedy slut. ...

After those first few panic filled strokes, I'm comfortable with the cock in my mouth and I begin moaning again. My pussy feels so empty and I wiggle my ass, trying to show my Master how much I need Him. If only I could touch myself, just a few moments is all it would take to cum, but my hands are still bound and I doubt I'll get the opportunity.

Then finally I can feel it, my master's cock, sliding slowly, firmly into me and I cry out around the member in my mouth. It's what I wanted, but it's not enough, and I try frantically to thrust back against him, trying to push the pace, make Him fuck me hard, the way my aching cunt so desperately needs. But He doesn't. He's working my with His cock, a steady, methodical pace and I can feel Him hit bottom with each stroke. But it isn't enough and I begin wailing around the cock in my mouth. ...

This is so much more amazing than I had imagined. As I watch my girl working Dale's cock, listening to the wet, sloppy sounds of a great blowjob, I feel like I'm both places at once. In her sweet cunt and being blown. To distract myself, to help me stay in control I begin using the belt on her ass. Not really hard, but with enough English to cause her to jump with each contact and get her ass swaying with the combined rhythm of the belt and the fucking.

Dale now has his eyes open and in a glazed , lust filled gaze is watching as the marks start rising on her ass. A general rosiness all over with scattered, more livid, red marks where the edge of the belt has caught her soft skin. He too is grunting and moaning and I realize he's now moving her head up and down in time with my actions. I feel like we aren't three individuals any more but one creature, fucking and blowing itself.

And then Dale is there. He throws his head back, eyes closed and growling, and his hips thrust up as he pushes my pet's head down into him. I hold myself still, deep inside her and I can almost feel her swallowing me, remembering so clearly the almost painful clenching of her throat around my spewing cock. The idea takes me right to the edge, and I grit my teeth, driving it back through pure will power. Not yet, not yet I tell myself. Soon, but not yet.

My buddy collapses back against the couch, panting and sweating, seemingly to enervated by the colossal orgasm to do more the pull my slut's face from his cock to his thigh, his hand in her hair. He watches me, still dazed and now that I'm in control once more, I begin moving again.

Reaching down I take my second favorite toy in hand, and leaning around I place the small, buzzing vibrator directly against her clit. I might as well have placed a live electrical wire there from her reaction. Only Dale's grip, holding her to his leg keeps her from wrenching herself out of my grasp, her whole body bucking violently, a near scream ripping from her.

I fuck her, thrusting harder and faster than before, but each time I move into her, I pull the vibe fractionally away, only returning it as I pull back. I know this isn't enough for her, she needs steady clit stimulation to cum and she knows from experience that an orgasm is never guaranteed. A steady stream of begging, sometimes almost incoherent, pours out of her.

"Oh god, please. Please Master, I need... I can't... please make me cum. Oh god. I'll be good, so good, please. Please Master!"

Fighting to keep my voice steady I order, "Ask our guest. He decides if you cum bitch."

"Please Sir, please say I can cum. I'll fuck you, suck you, anything.... oh god. Let me cum!"

Dale looks at me and nods. Since she can't see him, she doesn't know the results of her begging, and keeps up the frantic pleas, becoming steadily more incomprehensible. Keeping her right on the edge, I can see and feel her breaking down. Her entire body is shaking, her pussy shivering around my cock with each thrust, and she's almost sobbing. No longer capable of speech or any thought beyond her need for release, I decide she's ready and let myself go.

My pace picks up and I'm getting closer with every thrust. At the last minute I lean forward, bracing myself against the couch and dig the vibe hard into her clit. Right in her ear I snarl, "Come for me slut, come hard for Master, right NOW!"

Then I'm over the edge, yelling as I feel my come shoot out of me, over and over. It feels like molten silver leaving my body and lasts way longer than normal. Lisa is thrashing out an orgasm like I've never seen before, beyond sound, and her pussy is clamping tight on the base of my cock, over and over, milking me past pleasure and close to pain.

My knees give out and I fall back on my heels. A bit stunned by the violence of our orgasms, I watch my come start to drip from her still pulsing cunt. Looking up I catch Dale's eyes and there is a look of awe on his face. I'm sure he's never seen anything like this - I certainly haven't.

I notice his hand is reverently stroking my darling's damp hair, the first gentle touch from him all evening. My guess is that this scene will stick with him a long time. He's never hit me as the most sensitive guy in the world, but he's obviously been touched.

Rising shakily to my feet, I pull Lisa's limp form into my arms and transfer us to the other couch. I cuddle her trembling, suddenly cool body close to me, dragging a comforter over both of us. After a scene this intense it will take a while for her to come down and start feeling human again. I place a tender kiss on her forehead as I release her wrists and her eyes from their bindings. ...




The Visitor



I stand up and grabbing my clothes, head to the bathroom to tidy up and collect myself. Never, never had I experienced anything like that. It was like being sucked directly into a totally nasty porn, but even more. 

Returning to the living room, Kevin and his girlfriend are still on the couch. I'd seen a side, hell, several sides of him that I had never suspected. A total badass, a sexual control freak, and now this. He looks like a guy nursing a sick and injured kitten. So gentle, so careful. And there's no mistaking the emotion in his eyes as he looks down at the exhausted, abused girl in his arms.

I clear my throat. "So we're still on for poker Friday night? Here? Usual crew?"

"Yeah, Friday night. Sure."

I nod, pulling on my coat, slipping into my shoes. My hand on the front door latch I turn back. "Um... will she be here? Like tonight?"

Kevin nods, "Yes, I believe she will be." He's smiling and looking slightly evil again.

I'm surprised when I glance at the girl and she is looking straight at me. Her eyes are red rimmed, she must have been crying at some point, but that enhances the colour, making them seem very green and almost glowing. I nod a bit awkwardly to her. 

Just as I turn I away I notice a smirk, a knowing smile that Kevin cant see and she gives me a long, slow wink. As I close the door behind me I'm left wondering just who is in control of this D/s thing.



The Visitor



Jamie awoke from a deep sleep with a sudden start. Icy sweat trickled down her back and her heart was beating a hundred mile an hour. Blinking rapidly, she looked around the dark and stillness of her bedroom. It must have been a bad dream. Sighing deeply, she burrowed deep into her covers and squeezed her eyes tight, willing her heart to slow and her fear to diminish. Her breathing settled slowly and she began to drift slowly back into slumber. 

The comforter tugged weightlessly away from her calves... and then slipped away from her thighs, then slid off her hips. She jerked and sat upright again, heart hammering in her chest. She gazed wildly around the room. She felt like someone was there. Like somebody was just touching her. She looked down at the comforter pushed off to the side, and her eyes narrowed in confusion. She pushed the comforter away and stumbled into the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water. It is silly to be afraid of the dark, and she prided herself on being able to take care of herself. The last thing she is going to do is let some nightmare control her. 

She padded back to the bed, and threw herself onto it. She punched the pillow a few times to get it fluffed up, and snuggled the comforter around her, trapping the ends under the weight of her body. She exhaled forcefully and concentrated her thoughts on taking a vacation to Hawaii. The sun, the sea, the sand.... Her chest began to rise and fall rhythmically, and eventually her balled up fist gripping the comforter corner slowly relaxed. She rolled onto her back and shifted her legs restlessly. Her hand tangled in her hair and slid across her cheek, her fingertips seeking her mouth. 

The comforter rustled and she drew a leg up, tenting the comforter over her knee. She shifted again and her breath sucked in sharply and her eyes snapped wide open as she realized with sudden horror that she was being penetrated. Her legs were spread open, and one leg was drawn up at the knee. There was definitely wet and wriggling penetration in her pussy. She blindly fumbled to push away the comforter, and she shoved her hands down to her thighs. She groped in the space between her legs and she felt a huge hand. Veined, masculine and powerful, and the middle finger was imbedded deeply in her quivering and wet flesh. It rocked up inside her, seeking and deep. She sat up violently and struggled to move away, but it seemed to be pinning her in place by the penetration of one finger alone. How was that possible? Her eyes were adjusting to the dark and she groped the inky darkness in front of her, seeking to strike out at someone, to push a body away.

Her stomach twisted as her hands passed in front of her with no resistance, meeting nothing but air. She kicked her legs wildly and gasped as her hips rocked deeper against the finger and it thrust harder in response. Her thighs squeezed and met one another, slick with wetness, and her feet kicked out wildly in front of her. She contacted nothing. She planted her feet on the bed, hoping to drum her foot against the solid flesh of this intruder. Again, she met nothing but the smooth cotton of the sheets. The hand cupped her buttocks and lifted her hips off the bed, thrusting deeper and more insistently, building a delicious rhythm. Her hips quaked in her effort to not meet the thrusts. The quaking inside her was stronger, though, and she clasped around the penetrating finger with every draw and pull. Her hands grasped the sheets beneath her, sweaty and desperate. Her head reeled with not understanding. This is a dream; this has to be a dream. There was no one in front of her, there was no one on top of her, no one beside, behind her or under her. 

Suddenly the hand withdrew, and the finger extracted from her slowly. The hand slid along her leg to grasp her thigh, leaving a glistening trail where the middle finger touched, and grasped around her thigh like a regular sized hand would grasp a wrist. The enormous hand pushed her thigh away from her body, and she had never felt so exposed. The cool night air chilled the hot wetness of her pussy that was being spread open. She suddenly felt a warm long tongue lick her, lifting the chill off her skin, bathing her pussy in warmth. A tingling explosion erupted in her nipples and rocketed down her thighs and back to her clitoris, back to where the tongue was, lapping in warm and powerful strokes. She felt another hand lift her other thigh and both hands pushed her legs apart and the tongue sunk into her, flicking against her silky inside walls, plunging deeper to reach some secret place inside. 

She was going crazy, how can this be happening? She groped again with her hands down in between her legs, and her hands found more mass than before. Her hands passed over the huge muscular hands grasping her thighs, and her fingertips brush against a face... she could definitely feel a face.....her fingers slid into a warm and open mouth and the tongue licked across her fingertips. Her fingertips curled away and the face rose up and away from her wet and aching pussy. Her heart still careening wildly, she tentatively reached out her fingers again and they passed down over a jaw, a throat, to shoulders bulging with muscles, all covered in smooth and supple skin. She felt over an endless terrain of veins and muscles, over a vast expanse of a chest. It felt like a redwood tree of a man was literally growing up from out of her mattress, coming up from the ground and pushing up into the world. Her hands were now passing across rock hard abdominal muscles, and the body thrust forward slightly to deliver a huge and hard cock into her hands. It was hot and throbbing and heavy, and hard as marble. Her hands shot back to her face, to cover her mouth as her eyes widened in horror. She focused her eyes to see what was in front of her, and gazed at the dim outline poised in between her legs, hands holding her thighs apart. It was a huge shape, a leviathan of a man or demon or nightmare, she didn't know how to comprehend the silhouette. 

With a sudden rush, his cock plunged into her pussy, stretching her open, sinking deeper than anything had ever been inside of her. It thrusted powerfully and insistently deep inside, and she was on the verge of blacking out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her and soaked his enormous member, enabling him to sink even deeper than before. He grasped her thighs up to the wall of his stomach muscle and pumped furiously in and out of her with short, deep thrusts. She climaxed again at the throbbing of his cock as it plunged ever deeper. She felt his balls crush against her buttocks and he held her against him tightly to piston rapidly in and out of her as his cock erupted in violent hot spasms and his semen saturated her very soul.

He paused there, head bent, catching his breath, before withdrawing his warm and half erect cock from inside her. She felt the pulsing contractions of her orgasm gripping his cock in protest as he slowly slid out. He released her legs and her hips fell to the bed, his semen flooding out of her in a pool underneath her ass. She stayed still, hands still over her mouth, and stared at him, trying to see something of his face, his eyes. Did he even have eyes? He straightened his back, and let out a slow long breath, and vanished. Like he never came. But he did.



The Visitor



It's Saturday evening, I've been at work all week and have spent the day running around doing the shopping, cleaning and the 101 other jobs that working women do these days I've had enough for one day and am flopped out on the sofa, a can of diet coke in one hand and the remote control in the other, watching rubbish on the TV. I know you're watching me from the doorway, but chose to ignore you, I lift my leg and drape it over the arm of the sofa, my robe falls apart and you can see my smooth hairless cunt, gleaming in the light from the TV.

I absently slip my hand inside my robe, you watch whilst I tease my nipple, making it hard and pointed inside the robe... You move over from the doorway to kneel before my, you watch as my cunt starts to get wet, it glistens with juices as I continue to play with my nipple... I don't even pay any attention to you as you begin to lick at my puss, gently at first... hesitantly lapping like a small puppy, then more insistently, from back to front, twirling your tongue around my clit, teasing it...

I start to snuggle down into the sofa and get more comfortable, I open my legs wider and you move position, so that you are more comfortable and can get your tongue inside my cunt. You raise your hands and part my baby smooth cunt lips and stiffening your tongue begin to tongue fuck me... I now notice that the finger you've had playing with my arsehole has now wormed it's way inside and is moving rhythmically in and out of my now wet ring. Another finger slides easily into my wet cunt and the two begin to massage my innards in weird and wonderful ways, whilst all the time you continue to suck and tease my clit.

I push you away and turn my back towards you so that you can lick my ring whilst I play with my cunt. I push my bottom towards you. You know I want to feel your tongue up inside my arsehole. You oblige willingly, all the time thinking how you'd like to push your beg thick cock into that tiny, puckered little hole... You want to fuck me now, you try to turn me around to face you and let you kiss me and fuck my cunt. I nuzzle alongside you now, my hands finding your arse, I slip a finger into the crack, dipping gently into your ring... I can feel your cock pressing against my belly; you gently move it so that it's rubbing against my clit. Wetting itself in my juices.

I twist out of your grasp, laughing I move to the other side of the room. I sit down on the chair, spread my legs and start playing with my hot wet cunt... My eyes are closed; my fingers spread my lips wide, you watch with wonder as my fingers slip so easily inside my hot, red snatch. You watch as the juices begin to trickle down my thighs. You move toward me and without getting too close you watch and smell what I'm doing. You jump as the doorbell rings unexpectedly.

I get up from the chair and naked go to the front door, I open it... in walks a tall muscular man. He turns and kisses me, you watch as the fruit you have so lovingly prepared is offered to another. I spread myself before him as you sit in the chair that I have so recently vacated. You can still feel the wet, sticky patch where my juices dribbled. You take your cock into your hand and begin to play with yourself as you watch...

You watch as his huge dick slides easily into my wet cunt. That is where you want to be!!! You watch and see the smile on my face as his dick powers into my snatch. You're getting upset! You want my attention. I don't even look at you. I'm moaning and calling his name. You can see his cock in my pussy, his finger up my arse. He lifts and rolls himself under me. You watch helplessly as I lift myself up and down upon his cock, a smile on my face as I moan softly.

You move over and try to push your cock into my arse, I bat you away... you can see he's about to shoot his wad into me at any moment. You watch him shudder as he comes... A smile on his face. You watch as I relax back into the sofa, my legs spread apart and his cum dribbling from my cunt... He turns to you, he grabs you by the back of your neck and forces you down between my legs... He makes you lick his come from my cunt... All the time he's calling me names... She's my fuck toy, my whore, my slut... Lick her cunt,

I'm exhausted. I've come 3 times whilst he was fucking me... I lay there lazily as you continue to lick my smooth cunt clean... The man picks up his clothes, throws £50 on the floor and walks out the door. Slamming it behind him.

You help me to my feet, carry me upstairs and run my bath for me... you gently lay me in the bath and wash me, every single inch of me, You wash my shoulders and back, my tummy, my breasts, you spend a long time massaging my legs and feet and toes. For a while I lay there quietly whilst you lick my feet and suck my toes. You then wash inside my pussy and my arse for me. I am too exhausted to do anything for myself... You lift me from the bath and wrap me in a large fluffy towel. You start to dry me... You take me to my bed! It's black metal, arched gothic... you lay me on the bed,

You peel back the towel... You want my puss and as you lay me in bed you bend over to smell it washed again and wish it were dirty again! I spread myself on the bed, clean... open, inviting... Hummm that shaved puss you can just start to feel the prickle of the hairs as they start to regrow... So you kiss the clit slowly and carefully, want it back in your mouth while you caress my legs and feel my fresh skin! I'm playing with my nipples Hummmmmmm moaning quietly... you lie by my side and touch me with your fingers and suck my breasts gently

I take your cock in my hand... you feel my fingers tighten around you... I move my hand slowly up and down your swollen cock I lick my lips... You moan gently as you feel the warm contact of my tongue... You say "You do that you hadn't done it to me or to the other guy!" You nuzzle your face... deep into my cunt... I can feel you moaning as I gently lick around the knob at the top of your cock... You've been holding back and thoughts run wild in your head! Your cock swells as you feel the tip enter into the warm confines of my moist mouth... I pull back my head... look you in the eyes as I push out my tongue... and deliberately lick from your balls to the tip of your cock... right along... that sensitive bit along the bottom Once more I let the knob of your cock enter into my mouth... all the time now I'm watching you... You grab my hair... You moan " WWOWW! I'm trying to concentrate on you but I'm enjoying myself too much to worry about you now! I want to rub my cock against your ass!!!!!"

You hold my hair roughly... you push your cock deep into my mouth...down my throat... you hear me gag as I begin to choke. Deeper and deeper...

Your thoughts are why am I not filming this?" And again I wish there was someone to fuck you so I could enjoy your performance but don't want to be left out again! You want to put it in! You pull back, push me down... Turn me on all fours... Please don't go away! You force your cock... deep into my cunt... hard and fast... you can't control your urge You fuck me harder and harder, I can feel your balls slapping against my arse cheeks Your hands pull on my nipples using them like handles to pull me back onto you... You are getting more and more excited... Harder and harder... I can feel you swelling inside my cunt... I'm loosing control here! I know you're gonna shoot inside me any moment... You're pushing down on me... groaning... I feel the first signs of a spasm building in your cock... But I want you to come with me so we must play for a bit! I feel it grow and swell Oh fuck can I hold it! You move your hand down to my clit... you pinch it... I begin to groan... I reach under you and my hand cups your balls as I touch them... I feel the cum, bursting through the dam in your balls, traveling down your cock... you groan and pinch my clit...

As I feel your cum gush inside my cunt... I feel an orgasm build and rush up my belly... my cunt contracts and s your cum starts to pour from your cock Our mutual spasms drain every last drop of juice from us... OH!!!! God!

We collapse, in a sweaty, sticky heap on the bed... groaning softly... your softening cock sidling slowly from my sticky snatch. We curl up beside each other on the bed. Like spoons in a drawer... your hand holding on to my smooth, sticky wet cunt... as we fall into dreamless slumber.



The Visitor



Well Buddy I really hate to have to bother you again! I know this must seem like it's getting to be...a really bad habit. 

But I figure it's for the best that you hear about this from me. Instead of one of those sexually frustrated nosey old biddies that live across the hall from me... 

I had just gotten out of the shower and I was drying myself off; when I heard someone ringing my door bell and banging on my front door like a freaking nut.

As I slipped into a pair of leisure pants and pulled a tee shirt over my head. I yelled out, "I'm coming; I'm coming, hold your freaking horses," 

But whoever it was! Just kept pounding on my fucking door, and it was really beginning to piss me off. 

When I finally got to my front door and yanked it open. I was going to give this impatience son of a bitch, a piece of my fucking mind. But what I saw standing there... made me suck in my breath instead!

What a sight, what a beautiful fucking sight. This old broad didn't look anywhere near her age, and she has a body that makes men turn their heads and their mouths water. 

She has a figure that women haft her age are envious of, and a body that puts most girls college girl's to shame.

At one time she must have been absolutely beautiful. But now she has the slightly harden look of a cheap street corner hooker. 

But Man, she's still stunningly attractive and very, very seductive and sexy looking and she knows it! Like all attractive women she knows how to use her sexuality and good looks to get what she wants. 

Maybe it's because of her black blank emotionless shark like eyes. But she also has this way of looking at people and intimidating them... And she knows that too, and she uses it, to get what she wants. 

Consequently, this old fuck tart is used to getting exactly what she wants, when she wants it! 

My Good God Man let me tell you. My heart began pounding in my chest. The moment I laid my eyes on her, my blood started surging through my arties making my pulse race, and my cock throb.

I could tell this horny old bitch was in heat too. Because she was deliberately posing like a high heeled hooker leaning against a lamp post on a Friday night, waiting for Johns. 

She had one arm up over her head with her hand against my door jam. She had her other arm slightly bowed out, with her hand resting on the side of her hip. 

Her long lovely well toned muscular legs were spread shoulder wide apart.

As I looked her over from head to toe

It was easy to see that she was dressed, to entice and tease. She had her long dyed jet black hair hanging down over her shoulders. And she was wearing way too much makeup around her emasculating black eyes. 

She had on the skimpiest; lowest cut, shortest red fish net tank top that I've ever seen. It barely covered her full all natural breasts. I could almost see the tops of her large bumpy areolas. And the stiff tips of her swollen nipples were poking through the thin red net fabric of her tank top. 

Needless to say, I got quite a view of her ample cleavage and the playboy bunny that she had tattooed on her mouth watering left tit. 

Her midriff and naval were left uncovered and that made another mouth watering sexually stimulating sight. 

She was wearing a gold chain around her narrow waist, with a tight short hip hugging black leather mini skirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs. 

She had a pair of red fish net stockings on her long lovely legs that matched her tank top. And she was wearing a pair of bright red fuck me, stiletto high heels on her feet.

But what really caught my eye and got the blood flowing into my dick, making it harder and harder by the second was her mouth...

She had dark ruby red gloss lipstick on her full plump heart shaped lips, that make them moist looking. And she was deliberately chewing her gum with her mouth slightly opened, like a cheap cum sucking slut trying to get the taste of cock out of her mouth. 

She kept moving her lower jaw up and down, and from side to side in a tight little circle, occasionally sucking her lower lip into her mouth and scraping her bright white upper teeth over her full soft looking lower lip and then she'd dart her tongue out and run the tip of her tongue over her bow shaped upper lip. 

She was blatantly looking me over and letting her eyes linger on my stiff swollen dick. The old whore seemed quite pleased with herself. Because of the effect she was having on me. 

While she was ogling my cock, she continued to chew her gum with her mouth partially opened moving it, up and down, and from side to side, in that tight inviting little circle. 

Occasionally she'd lick up the little droplets of drool that were seeping out of the corners of her mouth down unto her chin with tip of her tongue. 

What can I say Buddy? This old bitch's mouth, reminded me of a plump wet cunt. Consequently; I just stood there frozen stiff, fantasying about sticking my dick, in this old slut's mouth and fucking her face.

Then she looked deeply into my eyes and ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip again as she said vulgarly in her deep sultry voice,

" Well Stud, are you going to invite me in? Or are you, just gonna keep standing there like a freaking idiot... gawking at me. With your mouth hanging open. Trying to fuck me with your eyes?" 

Her erotic sexually stimulating enticing words snapped me out of my sexual trance. I replied stupidly, "Huh oh yea. Come on in, Bunny. I've been expecting you."

I was so mesmerized by her beauty and sexuality. That I didn't notice her put down her huge black pocket book inside my doorway. 

As your Mother brushed by me; I turned sideways in my doorway to let her in. And she deliberately rubbed the back of her hand across the end of my dick. 

That sent a wicked thrill through my body that ended up in the head of my pulsing pecker making it tingle and twitch.

Your Mother walked slowly walked into my living room, swaying her hips from side to side as she went in. She stood in the middle of my living room posing with her hands on her hips for a moment. 

While she was looking around, she was nodding her head up and down. Then she said sincerely...," Stud you've done a nice job fixing up your condo. But it's a little too masculine, for my taste." 

I was grateful for her compliment. But what I was really enjoying was the view of her back. 

I could see the scorpion that she had tattooed on her shoulder. I could also see the top of the large tramp stamp, that she had tattooed just below her waist, over her obviously firm shapely ass, and the backs of her long beautiful well toned muscular legs. 

Being an ass and leg man I couldn't help myself. My eyes became glued on her beautiful nicely shapely ass cheeks and the backs of her perfect legs. 

When Bunny finally turned around and faced me. I sucked in my breath as deeply as I could. As I exhaled I managed regain some of my self composure. 

Then I asked her as calmly as I could, "Well Bunny what finally brings you here?" 

She looked directly into my eyes as she answered, "Stud, there's something I want to talk to you about."

I grinned at her devilishly, as I answered her with a question, "Oh really! What's that Bunny?" 

She was still looking into my eyes as she asked blatantly, "Are you fucking my daughter?"

"Oh Come on, Bunny! What makes you think that?" I replied,

She grunted loudly as she cleared her throat and said, "I can tell that little gold digging slut, is getting laid! And I know she's getting it pretty fucking good too."

I grinned to myself; at the unintentional compliment that she gave me. 

Then I asked her with a slight chuckle in my voice," What's matter Bunny, are you jealous?" I paused for a moment to let me my words sink in. 

Then I continued saying, "Because you're not getting laid enough? "

Your Mother's eyes got wide as she hissed angrily," Screw you prick."

I was grinning at her, as I replied with a chuckle in my voice, "Sure Bunny, anytime you want. "

Your Mother was glaring at me angrily as she said," Don't get smart with me, you prick."

"Okay, okay." I said, "Now what makes you think she's getting laid..." 

Then I minced her as I cleared my throat and continued saying, "Hmm, so fucking good?"

Your Mother was still glaring into my eyes. Trying to intimidate me as she said knowingly," Because that smart assed, bitchy little cunt, that my son is married too, is walking around all the time smiling and humming ... to herself. Like a woman that's being completely sexually satisfied."

She paused for a moment. Then she frowned as she said sarcasitily," That little bitch is even being nice to me and I know she can't stand me!"

Then your Mother sucked in her breath deeply. As she exhaled she continued with, what she was saying," Anymore then I can stand her!" 

I was trying to keep from laughing as I asked her," How do know it's not your son that's banging her brains out?" 

Then I couldn't help myself and I broke out laughing.

Your Mother looked at me and frowned as she said disgustedly, "Look Stud that's not funny. I know my son a sexual dude. Because he's just like his porky Father! 

Neither one of them care about sex. Even when they do manage to get it up, they would rather be out playing golf! Then home fucking there wife's"  

I was grinning at her seductively as I asked her in my best devilish playful voice, "Oh really Bunny, do you want me to help you with that? " 

Your Mommy seemed shocked, by my suggestive comment. 

When I stepped closer to her, she really seemed to be taken aback and sucked in her breath. She was still starring into my eyes as she stepped backwards. 

Your Mommy was breathing heavily and glaring into my eyes, as she continued to chew her gum seductively, and breathing rapidly through her partially opened mouth. And she seemed to be seeping more and more drool out the corners of her lips.

Man as I looked into her Mother's eyes and at her face. I couldn't help wondering, if her cunt was as moist red and wet as her mouth was.

But Buddy it was oblivious that your Mommy wasn't used to being around anybody that wasn't afraid of her. 

So I took another step forward towards her. Then I asked her in my huskiest manliest sexist male voice," Bunny tell me..." 

I paused for a moment letting my words sink in and penetrate deeper into her brain. 

Then I continued asking," Why are you really here?"

"I told you why." She snapped with a tone of nervous excitement in her slutty voice, 

Then she asked with that same nervous excitement in her deep sultry sexy voice," Why..., why do you think I'm here?" 

Then she took another step backwards pressing her self against the wall. 

I moved in even closer to her. 

We were only inches apart. We were so close. I could feel her body heat and smell the exotic intoxicating perfume that she was wearing. 

We were so close. I could hear her heart beginning to pound in her chest. And I could hear her breathing getting heavier and heavier by the second. 

I put my hands on the wall beside her shoulders and bend over her, until my mouth was only a fraction of inch away from hers. 

I could see that she was starting to tremble, but I didn't know whether her reactions were from sexual excitement, or fear. 

I figured to myself! What the hell. I'll take my chances. 

So I sucked in my breath. As I exhaled I blew my warm peppermint tooth paste smelling breath into your Mother's mouth.

Then I stated, "Bunny I think you're a horny old Jewish cougar that wants to suck my cock and get laid!" 

With that said. I reached over and brushed your Mother's surprisingly soft dyed jet black hair to the side with my finger tips.

Your Mother seemed to regain her composure, and she sucked in her breath deeply making her chest rise. 

As she exhaled she blew her own warm cinnamon smelling breath into my mouth. Then she replied confidently in her smug vulgar slutty voice," Hmm what do you think I am stud?

Then she paused for a moment. Then she continued to say,

" ... some fucking twenty dollar bimbo? That you picked up on some street corner!" 

I looked into her now lust filled eyes as I grabbed her full rubbery soft left tit with my right hand and squeezed it. 

She sucked in her breath and groaned loudly, "Aaaaah fuck, who the hell, do think you are? " 

Then I pinched the tip of your Mommy's nipple, causing her to innately jerk her hips forward against mine. 

But she didn't try to remove my hand from her tit.

She just replied in her smug self assured voice, "You're the biggest most presumptuous prick that I've ever encountered" 

I stated cockily in my low husky manly voice, "And you fucking love it... don't you?" 

She didn't respond. Your Mommy just stood there staring into my eyes, breathing heavily through her opened mouth. While I twisted the tip of her nipple

I took my other hand off the wall and run my finger tips down her arm, over the side of her hip. I flattened my left hand, with my palm against the side of her leg. 

As I rubbed my palm across the side of your Mother's thigh, she got wide eyes and I could feel her beginning to tremble. 

She was really starting to shake as I rubbed my hand down the side of her leg, across her thigh, up the inside of her other leg. 

I covered your Mommy's wet lips with mine. As I caressed the soft moist flesh of her inner thigh, your Mother darted her cinnamon tasting tongue deeply into my mouth. 

She began trembling violently as I slid my hand up under her short tight black leather mini skirt. Then I cupped my hand over your Mommies panty covered cunt.

When your Mother felt my hand covering her warm moist twat; she tilted her head back, pulling her mouth away form mine gasping loudly, "Ohhh Fuck... Aaaaah," as she jerked her hips forward pressing her pussy firmly into my hand.

As I teasingly brushed my lips back and forth across hers; your Mommy closed her lust filled eyes and pressed her lips tightly against mine. 

When I slipped my tongue between her parted lips into her mouth, she sucked on it and lifted her arms up around my neck, pressing herself against me.

I took my hand off her tit and put it on her ass and pulled her towards me. My other hand was still between her soft warm moist thighs on her cunt.

Good Christ Man; I loved the way your Mother's tits molded themselves against me, with her stiff pointed nipples poking into my hard chest, while she hungrily sucked on my tongue.

All the while we were kissing passionately; your Mother was wildly uncontrollable pumping her hips back and forth, dry humping her self against my hand.

We were so hot for each other, that we were tongue fucking each others mouth. 

I'd slip my tongue into your Mother's warm wet sucking mouth, as I pulled it out; she'd push her tongue into mine, then I'd suck on your Mommy's tongue. 

All the while we were doing this. I had my hand between your Mothers' legs sliding my hand forward, and then pulling it backwards over her smooth panty covered twat.

Holy shit Man it was so freaking exciting feeling the moisture that was seeping into the crotch of your Mother's panties, as I rubbed my hand over her panty encased cunt. 

She was shivering and her whole freaking body was vibrating passionately. As she forced her tongue back into my mouth and swirled her tongue around mine. 

The next thing I knew she reached down between us and slipped her hand under my leisure pants, and grabbed my dick and began stroking it, jerking me off. 

When I felt her hand on my cock, I began working my hand under the crotch of her panties. 

As I slide my thick middle finger inside your Mother's hot wet twat, she tightened her arm around my neck. Then she pulled her mouth away from mine and laid her head on my shoulder. 

She was breathing so hard that she was panting," Hmm, hmm, hmm," as I finger fucked her warm wet hole.

Man I knew your Mother was going nuts. Because she began nibbling on my ear lobe and biting and sucking on my neck; while I exploded the inside of her wet fuck hole.

As I pushed another finger into your Mother's tight slot, she began moaning and pumping her hips rapidly against my hand while I played with her little fun button.

Then I began rubbing my finger tips over that bumpy stop on the front wall of her snatch and rubbing my thumb over her little pink pearl at the same time. 

She pulled her kissing sucking mouth off my neck saying, "Oh God Lover Boy, that feels great, Please don't stop. Oh God Lover Boy, don't stop, I'm going to cum any second." 

I looked into your Mommy eyes and watched her eyes cross and roll back into her head, as she close them. Then she tilted her head back and closed her eyes tightly as her orgasm over took her.

As your Mother came the muscles inside her cunt began contracting around my fingers, and her pussy juices flowed into the palm of my hand.



End of Part One





Well folks I hope you all enjoyed reading part one of my story, The Visitor

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However, that's besides that pesky grammar, punctuation, and spelling. 

I know I stink at that stuff. 

However, I do proof read my stories repeatedly, trying to find as many of my spelling and wrong word mistakes as I possible can, and correct them. 

I also use the tools on my Microsoft Word Processor trying to eliminate as many of my grammar and punctuation mistakes as I possible can and correct them too.

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    BigCarl/The Dirty Old Man



The Visitor



I hear a knock at my door, I walk over and open it, and its you. You push me back inside and up against the wall , and lean in real close and hard against me. I can feel your cock tight against your jeans pushing against me, hard for me. You lift my arms and pin my hands together against the wall and kiss me hard and deep, sucking on my tongue, making me hot and wet for you.

My nipples tighten to the point of pain, and I push my tits to your chest, feeling your lips on my neck as you start to suck and nip me there. With one hand still holding my arms up, you use the other hand to rip open the buttons on my top, and bury your face in my cleavage, licking me. Suddenly you pull me away from the wall, sliding your hands up the back of my top and unhook my bra, I hear you whisper 'hell yeah', as my bra falls forward and exposes my lush, round, tight tits for you. Leaning forward, you flick a nipple with your tongue, making it harder still. You take it in your mouth and suck, running your hands up and down my sides, over my hips and then to my pussy, rubbing me through my Jeans.

I'm so hot for you now, I thrust out with my hips, needing contact. As you continue to use your mouth on my tits, you unbutton my jeans and slide them down over my hips. Seeing my black lace panties you look at me and wink. Now you begin to tease me by rubbing me through my panties, knowing I need your hands on me. I pull your top over your head, and slide my hands to the waistband of your jeans, I unbutton and free you. Oh fuck you are so big and so hard for me, I want to just fuck you right then and there. You grab my panties with both hands and literally tear them off of me, then slide your hands round and under my thighs, and lift me. I wrap my legs around you, and you push me flush against the wall again, kissing and nipping at me. We are both so hot and ready now, you just ram your hard cock right into me up to the hilt knocking the breath out of me.

I gasp! Your cock is so huge, it fills me so tightly. You whisper raggedly into my ear, 'fuck! your pussy is so fucking tight and hot', and you fuck me harder against the wall. As you feel my body start to tremble all over, you put your hand between us and rub my clit, feeling my pussy grip your cock harder as I whimper and cum, dripping juices down your cock and over your balls. I slump into your arms, and you carry me through to the bedroom, lay me on the bed, and point to your still swollen cock and tell me to suck you off. I lick my lips and crawl over to the edge of the bed taking you in my hands, but you stop me, pull open the bedside drawer and pull out cuffs, you cuff my hands behind my back, look at me and say, 'Now suck me off my little slut!'. I tease you with my tongue and lips, desperately trying to claw some power back, knowing you have never been sucked this good before. You run your hands through my long dark hair and pull my head closer, forcing your whole cock in, watching me gag, panic in my eyes, saliva dribbling out, then you pull out and back in, fucking my face, watching my lips around your cock and my eyes looking up at you. Your grip in my hair tightens and I know you are near, you hold me close with my lips against your body as your cock pumps cum down my throat gasping 'Jesus' as you feel me swallow over your cock head. You unlock the cuffs then you lay back on the bed and pull me close, as we nap.

After a while you open your eyes, and run your eyes over my naked body, and you are hard again. Reaching again into the bedside drawer you pull out my Rabbit, turn it on and start to tease my pussy. I stretch, enjoying the sensation, and you start to concentrate on my clit with the vibrating head. You slide 2 fingers into me knowing I'm wet and wanting. Then you push the vibe in, and fuck me with it getting harder and harder, driving me wild, bucking on the bed. You use one hand to fuck me and with the other you squeeze and caress on my tits, one at a time, pinching my nipples and revelling in the noises I make.

You lean down and start to lick and suck my clit as you continue to slide the vibrator in and out, slower now. I whimper as you suck harder on my hard clit, and gently use your teeth to tease me. Then, when I am close to cumming you pull the vibe out and thrust your cock in, filling me again and making me whimper. You start to ram into me hard and fast, pounding me over and over, fucking me like it was your last moment on Earth. You are relentless, slamming into me until I shake and start to go tense, squeezing at your cock as I cum with a shudder and an involuntary moan, it all feels so good that it pushes you over and you start to fill my pussy up with your cum as I am milking your cock, biting my shoulder as you do. We again collapse into a wet sweaty tangle on the bed, hazy smiles on our faces.



The Visitor



The Legend of the Serangappi, Part 1:

The Visitor

ONE

"It is time."

The man with the golden cowl looked knowingly at the dark figures of the several individuals gathered together with him. He lit the torch he was carrying, which was the signal for his companions to do the same. The light of the nine flames flickered sinisterly on the walls of the room, illuminating a monstrously ornate door set in the side of the cave: it was a shadow play suggestive of the horrors of the distant past, and also of the horrors very soon to come.

"Is the oracle present?" said the man with the golden cowl. 

"Yes, I am here," said a previously unnoticed figure, hidden in the darkness of the room. She stepped forward into the circle of light cast by the torches of the nine. Once in the center she removed her robe, and met the even stares of each the nine individually, holding their gaze for the space of second, a second that stretched into eternity as each beheld the full meaning of the ritual that was before them.

"Are you prepared?" asked the man with the golden cowl, fixing his gaze on her. The oracle smiled, and gestured for him to approach her. Removing his robe, he came towards her, the light from the flame throwing eerie contrasts onto his muscular body. His erect cock swayed with each step he took, marking his strides like a pendulum counting the seconds left until the Rising. "I'm prepared. Are you?" she asked. Then, glancing at his tumescence, she added with a hint of amusement, "Apparently so."

Without waiting for a reply from him, she lowered herself down onto her knees. The man's penis twitched with anticipation, as the woman took in its full length and girth with her eyes. A tiny drop of liquid was forming out of the slit of his head, and glistened as it caught the reflections of the surrounding torches. With a firm grasp, the woman encased the base of the man's shaft in her hand, moving it slowly up and down his length, from the base of his cock to just below his head. She could hear each motion of her hand reflected in the man's breathing, and as she slid her hand over his now very moist head, a sharp intake of breath in his part affirmed her suspicion that the sensations he was experiencing were quite pleasurable on his part. She continued to massage the full length of his erection with her right hand, while her left moved down the length of her now parted robe to reach her own moist sex. She let out an almost involuntary gasp of pleasure as her finger parted her lips and discovered her clit, and as she began to rub it, she found our own cycle of breathing began to match that of the man standing before her.

The temptation of the cock before her was simply too much temptation to pass up, and with hardly any warning, she greedily engulfed the full length of the man's cock with her mouth. The feeling of his strength and firmness in her mouth pushed her excitement up to ever higher levels, and the increasingly frenzied motion of her lips and tongue over the cock in her mouth were matched by the increasingly frenzied motion of her hand as she rubbed herself to higher and higher levels of ecstasy. Nor was she the only one to experience the bliss of rising levels of excitement. With each pass her lips made over the crest of his head, with each pass of her tongue under the tip of his increasingly sensitive cock, he let out a moan of pleasure, and twitched over so slightly on his thighs. Grasping the back of her head, he guided her in the motions and frequency that excited him most, and his desire for her increased even more, if that was possible, as she removed her other hand from its explorations of her pussy to grasp and fondle his balls. The warmth of her pussy that remained on her hand was enough to nearly push him over the edge right than and there. But a climax now would have ruined everything for which they had been working.

The flickering light from the torches cast eerie shadows over the two as they engaged in their carnal activity, at one and the same time illuminating and obscuring the action at the center of the circle. She had two hands on his cock now, stroking and sucking in unison as the fervor of their union grew and grew. Placing his hands on her shoulders, the man pushed her away and stepped back at the same time. Then, in a single fluid motion he hooked both his arms around her legs and lifted her straight up into the air, settling her onto his cock as she grabbed his neck with both her arms, and hooked her legs around his hips for support. Despite his clear intentions, however, she chose to delay the instant of consummation for a few moments longer, moving her hips so that the head of his cock didn't quite penetrate between her lips, but instead rubbed her pussy slowly up and down the length of his shaft. Then, when she could resist the temptation no longer, she shifted subtly, taking the full length of his erection inside of her.

Her gasp of ecstasy drowned out his moan of pleasure as the two came together in an unholy union. She held their position for a moment as her sex adjusted to the invading cock, as her body prepared to interact more fully with the ineffable fullness that found itself deep within her. Slowly at first, then more rapidly, she began to grind against him, caressing the length of his cock with the deepest parts of her pussy. She felt his warmth radiating off of his body, and could positively smell the arousal within him. He responded in turn, gently thrusting into her in time with her movements, picking up his speed as she picked up her own. Bending over, he placed on the smooth cold stone and, still erect and deep within her, began thrusting in and out of her with a furious vengeance. Her moans turned into gasps which turned into shouts of pleasure every time he buried himself within her. Their eyes met and locked together, inspiring him to work all the harder to bring about their moment of triumph.

The hushed anticipation of the onlookers increased in line with the bodily passion of the lovers, their knowledge of the significance of the consummation before them, of the unworldly horrors portended by the union now taking place, filling each and every one of them with awe and dread. With a final, decisive thrust he buried himself deep within her, shaking over and over again with each fresh burst of cum that shot out of him. Spent, he collapsed on her still quivering body, his ragged breaths a reminder of the shared intensity of only a few moments before. Then, with a massive, earth-shattering rumble, the door before them slowly opened, and an unearthly howling issued from deep within the opened room. As the howling grew in pitch and intensity, and with it came a sharp breeze that instantly put out the lights of the nine torches. The total blackness that now covered the cave was broken only by a red glow coming from the just-opened room, which grew in proportion to the eerie howling that filled every corner of the place. Just as the sound and the light grew to unbearable heights, to sounds and color to which no human ear was ever designed to listen, or human eye ever designed to see, both were gone in an instant. The only sound audible in the total silent blackness that surrounded all, was the slow, steadily scuffle of a massive body entering the room. Then, an impossible voice with the pitch of hell made itself heard on earth for the first time since history began. 

"I have come."

TWO

Mark Weston entered his office not with a bang but a whimper. To call himself tired didn't even begin to cover the nature of his emotional state. He shrugged his briefcase off his shoulders, and it landed by the door, forgotten for the moment. After dropping the pile of books and papers he had been carrying all the way across campus on his desk, he unceremoniously collapsed into his office chair with a massive sigh. He closed his eyes, and leaned back in his chair, taking a few moments to collect his thoughts before inevitable onrush of students for office hours in the week before finals. "I can do this," he half-heartedly mumbled to himself, in a resigned effort to inspire himself emotionally for the ill-formed excuses, hazy questions, and self-entitled whining he so dreaded to deal with. Then, more forcefully, "I can do this. Can I do this? I can do this!"

He opened his eyes and swiveled in his chair to look out his fourth-story office window. The view, at least, was rather nice -- his window overlooked the immaculately cultivated university park, where a handful of people, students probably, were playing a game of that favorite pastime of college students everywhere, Ultimate Frisbee. Beyond the park and to his right stood the administrative building, and just over that you could see the tip of the golden arches of McDonald's, the only sign of the downtown district that could be seen from his office window. He swung back around to face the rest of his office, and looked about with more than a trace of disgust in his expression. "God, this room is ugly," he said. It seemed the university was willing to pour millions into maintaining a pristine outward appearance, but considered any effort to improve the interior design of its buildings a categorical waste of money.

"Not that it's my place to comment, but frankly I'm inclined to agree. The aesthetics of this place are appalling." 

Mark wasn't aware anyone else had entered the room. He looked up sharply, and a saw an elderly gentleman standing a few feet before his desk, smiling benignly. The word 'wizened' jumped unbidden to his mind, nor would that word have been an entirely inapt description of his appearance. His look and bearing were peculiarly singular. He carried himself like a man of discretion and experience, and the expressions of his facial features suggested an active inner life, but one which the old man seemed at pains to avoid inadvertently giving any information about.

"Hello. Er, can I help you?" said Mark.

"I certainly hope you can! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Miles Fenwick," he said, offering his left hand in greeting.

Mark immediately reached out his right hand to acknowledge the gesture. "Oh, right." He quickly withdrew his hand and replaced it with his left as soon as he realized his mistake. "Mark Weston, adjunct professor of archaeology. What can I do for you?"

"Well, Dr. Weston, you'd help me out immensely if you'd be willing to take a look at this manuscript of mine."

Inwardly, Mark cringed. While he'd never experienced such an instance firsthand, his colleagues had been full of horror stories about the unremitting insistence of various cranks and charlatans that they and they alone held a secret to one of the great mysteries of ancient civilizations. A fellow student from his graduate studies had been approached with a solution to the Linear A script of the Minoan civilization, and a colleague of his at another university had been offered the secret of the final resting place of the jewels of the tsarinas. Both had asked exorbitant sums for their information, and both had had decidedly questionable authority for their claims at best.

"Manuscript, huh? Well, if you've got it with you, I'll take a look." Even if this whole thing was a hoax, as it undoubtedly was, it at least gave him a good reason to put off meeting with students for a few minutes longer. Miles withdrew a steel box from his briefcase and, taking a seat in front of Mark's desk, placed the box on top of his desk and began fiddling with the combination locks that held the box secure. 

"What I'm about to show," said Miles, "is something very few people have ever seen before."

"I'm sure."

"I detect a note of sarcasm in your voice, Dr. Weston. I suppose I can't blame you, as I'm sure in your experience few good things have ever come from strange men entering your office claiming to possess immense, unheard of treasures." One lock popped open. "Nevertheless, you would do well to suspend your disbelief in this particular instance, since I assure you that what you are about to see here is absolutely and one-hundred-percent the, uh, 'real deal' as they say." The other lock popped open. Miles lifted the lid and turned the box around so Mark could have a direct view of its contents. Inside was a heavily weighted but yellowed almost to the point of gray piece of paper.

"I suppose this is the manuscript you mentioned?" asked Mark.

"Indeed," said Miles. "Although that is not the only item you will find in that box. If you will kindly put these on," he offered a box of latex gloves that he appeared to have withdrawn from his briefcase as well, "and remove the manuscript from the box, you will also find a handful of trinkets, gewgaws really, that I believe will prove to be immensely helpful in your quest to come."

"My quest?" said Mark.

"Your quest. Come, come, take a look at the manuscript and tell if I'm, uh, 'shitting' you."

Gingerly, Mark lifted up the piece of paper by a small corner. Either the paper was considerably old, or this was a masterfully orchestrated hoax. With considerable patience and care, he removed the paper from its resting place and laid it on the last clear spot remaining on his desk. Beneath the paper there were indeed a few other 'trinkets' as Miles had suggested there would be, resting in slots cut out of the thick, black foam that covered the inside of the box. What appeared to be a small, cult idol occupied the far left slot. In the middle was a metallic cylinder, made perhaps of copper. In the far right slot lay an L-shaped device made of what seemed to be neither metal nor plastic, whose function Mark could only guess, and haphazardly at that.

"I'll explain the paraphernalia in a moment. For now, unfold that manuscript, and provide me with your professional opinion, if you please."

Mark lifted up the box and placed it on the floor by his desk in order to make enough room on the exceedingly cluttered surface to comfortably unfold the paper. When that wasn't enough, he grabbed a stack of books and student papers, and shoved them onto the edge of a nearby bookshelf. The new center of gravity of the bookshelf nearly caused it to topple over, but Mark carefully held the bookshelf in place, and it soon regained its balance. Turning back to the desk, he unfolded the paper with a mix of awe and disdain. Awe for the possibilities that this document might indicate should the man who called himself Miles Fenwick be telling the truth. Disdain for the man who sat in front of him should he prove to be yet another impostor, and even more disdain for himself that he was even listening to the absurd ramblings of a manifest quack. 

The two were interrupted by a quick knock on the still-open door.

"Uh, Dr. Weston? Do you have office hours now?" A student of his poked his head into the room. "Oh, I'm sorry!" he said, catching sight of Miles in the room as well.

"I'll be just a moment," Mark assured the student, walking across the room to shut the door behind the undergraduate. 

"Ah yes," said Miles. "Students. The bane of teachers everywhere. Wouldn't it be nice if you never had to teach? Just do research every day? Pity students are always getting in the way of really useful work." He said the last with a sardonic raise of his eyebrow. "I'll wager they didn't figure much into your original idea of what a life in the ivory tower must look like."

"I'll admit it's a bit more tedious than I expected," Mark said by way of acknowledgement. "But every once in a while you meet a student who makes it all worth it."

"Do you indeed?" said Miles. "Or is that just what you're supposed to say?"

Mark ignored the question, and focused his attention on the now unfolded paper, or 'manuscript' as Miles insisted on calling it, that lay unfolded on his desk. It appeared to be a map of some sort, perhaps of eighteenth-century Mexico, though of where precisely Mark couldn't immediately say, let alone what its purpose might have been. "It's a map," he said, partly to change the subject, and partly to ask an indirect question.

"A very important map, one I wouldn't dare show to anyone but you."

"And what is it about me that makes me so very special in your eyes?"

"You even need to ask me that?"

"Yes, I'm afraid I do. I'm an adjunct professor at a no-name university with no significant publications to my name and, considering with the teaching load I have to put up with, there's no reason to expect that that's about to change anytime soon.""And that, my friend -- I hope I may call you by that familiar appellation -- is precisely why you're so important to my project. A more famous scholar than you likely wouldn't give me the time of day. I'm not incorrect in supposing that your frankly surprising degree of cooperation is due in no small degree from a disinclination on your part to participate in the charade known as office hours, no?"

Mark's grunt was sufficient validation of Miles' claim.

"Precisely. I need a man of ability who's willing to listen to me. Clearly, you're willing to listen to me, and I really don't care how prosaic your motives may be. And, although I doubt you believe it yourself, you really are a man of ability. More so than you could possibly imagine at this point."

"Your vote of confidence is appreciated, but I'm afraid it's ultimately misplaced."

"Your protestations only confirm my initial estimate of your character. Nevertheless, it's not my goal here overcome your protestations. Something much, much larger is at stake."

"I'm sure," said Mark, with a bit more condescension than he would have liked leaking into his voice. "Now why exactly is this so-called map on my desk."

"You haven't recognized it?" said Miles. "That, Dr. Weston, is a map of the Serangappi civilization, in what is now the southwestern part of the United States, as it was around 7,000 BCE. I believe that people group is a specialty of yours, no?"

"Er, the myths surrounding the Serangappi civilization is a specialty of mine, yes. But that's exactly what it is, a myth. A series of stories about how Native American civilization, at least in the southwest United States, came to be. Every culture has them. Like Atlantis, in Plato's Timaeus. They provide an aesthetically and psychologically satisfying explanation for why things are the way they are, while subtly building up political and ideological support for the culturally dominant factions, which usually take the form of the priesthood, the warrior classes, and the ruling elite in general."

Miles laughed, a gentle laugh of infinite knowledge, tempered with the mild dismissal of the knowledgeable towards those who know less than they think they do. "I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss the, what did you say, 'myth' of Atlantis. There are 'strangers things under heaven and earth than dreamt of in your philosophies,' my dear Dr. Weston. But the fate of the Atlanteans does not concern us at this moment. It is the fate of the Serangappi that does, and let me assure you, Dr. Weston, that the Serangappi was very, very real."

"True, most legend is based in fact to some degree or another, so it's entirely possible, and eve likely that there really was a Serangappi civilization that formed the basis for the inspiration of the myths. But whatever might have been the original historical conditions of the Serangappi, the original culture can at most be only tangentially related to the stories we now have about them."

"And why, I ask you, must that be the case?"

"Common sense!" Another knock at the door interrupted him. He stood and walked across the office, and opened the door. "I'll be with you in a moment," he told the young woman who stood just outside. He closed the door, and turned back to address Miles Fenwick and his absurd suggestions. "According to legend, they were charged by the gods with the 'preservation of humanity.' Their powers were supposed to border on the infinite, and they were the sole bulkhead between the physico-temporal plane and the ancient gods of chaos. As I'm sure you can tell, the myth has decidedly Freudian overtones, a hearkening back to a 'primal father' to provide a sense of personal and cultural security in precarious times."




The Visitor



"You use Freudianism to dismiss the existence and nature of an entire vibrant culture? It's a sad day indeed when myths are treated as facts, and facts are treated as myths. But extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence, I suppose. Allow me a moment to collect my thoughts." He paused, closed his eyes tightly, and assumed a lotus position with his hands. Mark fidget uncomfortably, and but just before he was about to interrupt on his reverie, Miles reopened his eyes. "You are a man of evidence, are you not? A man of fact and hard truth?"

"I should certainly like to think so," Mark said cautiously, sensing a trap looming in Miles' next words.

"And facts, I'm sure you would agree, should never be overturned by a theory, that facts always come before a theory."

"I'm not sure exactly what it is you're getting at."

"It is simply this. Theories certainly have their uses. Without theories, we couldn't identify patterns in things. Theories allow us to pick out common features of disparate events, identifying connections where no previous connections were apparent, allowing us to predict and respond to the future courses of things with a remarkably high degree of accuracy.

"But theories can also be dangerous. For every possibility that a good theory opens up, it closes at least another two. Your scientists surely would have discovered how to make faster-than-light travel work by now if it weren't for their blind dogmatic insistence that nothing can travel faster than the speed of light. Theories are good when they allow us to establish connections between facts. But theories aren't so good when they prevent us from establishing the same. As, I suggest, is the case implicit in your rejection of my claim that the Serangappi were real, and that this manuscript on your desk is a map of their ancient culture."

"I suppose I see your point. But that's rather, well, theoretical. If the Serangappi were real, how come we've never seen any direct evidence of their existence and activities? How come this map is only coming to light now, even though its worth must have been in the millions for a good long while now? And who even are you, to be able to make claims such as these, and expect me to accept them?"

"All excellent questions, Dr. Weston, but not questions that I am at the moment at liberty to answer as fully I would like. Rest assured that such answers do exist, and that, should you choose to investigate this matter further, are answers that you will have to discover for yourself. I am merely the gatekeeper. As for actually entering the gate, that is for you alone to decide."

He rose, and picked his briefcase up from where it lay by his chair on the floor. "I'll leave these materials with you. I'm confident you'll know what to do with them."

"How will I reach you if I have any questions?"

"Let's just say that if you have any questions, I'll be the one to reach you. Don't delay on this Dr. Weston, the world depends on this, not to mention your career. I'll be in touch."

He opened the office door, and signaled for the first student to come in. 

"Hi Dr. Weston!" the student said, as he took a seat in the chair Miles had just left. "I was hoping there might be something I could do to get some extra credit. And what'd you say was going to be on the final again?"

Miles mouthed a quick 'good luck' towards Mark, and disappeared into the hallway.

THREE

"Where'd you say you got this thing again?"

"Some old guy stopped by my office and dropped it off. Promised it had enormous archaeological significance or some such. It's a hoax right? I should have known better. Got too excited. Sorry for wasting your time."

"No no no. That's not at all what I meant." Stephen Carmichael, technical director of archaeology, gestured towards a computer screen rapidly filling with numbers. "What you see on the screen there is the chemical makeup of the document. I took a corner off the document and burned it, and the machine here is figuring out what all's in it. And there's some weird stuff here."

"What do you mean?" asked Mark, walking across the room to take a closer look at the readout display on the computer.

"Well, first of all, it's old. See that line there? That's the carbon-14 present in the document. Based on the amount there, I'd say the trees that this particular paper was made were cut down somewhere between eight hundred and nine hundred years ago."

"Putting the date of this document around 1100 to 1200 CE?"

"Putting the paper of this document around then. It's possible that the drawings on this paper were added to it considerably after that original making of this paper, although that'd be a pretty unusual thing to do. It's harder to date the ink than the paper, but the results I'm getting are consistent with that age. So yeah. It was probably made around then. Which raises a number of questions."

"No kidding. Where the hell did this paper even come from? My modern history is weak and all, but I'm pretty sure people were still writing on cow skin back then."

"Vellum. Or papyrus, yeah. Only the Chinese had paper proper back then. But you said this was a map of Arizona?"

"With parts of Nevada and California thrown in, yeah."

"Beats me. I'm glad this is your project, not mine. So what are you going to do with it?"

"I don't know," said Mark, sitting down in a chair near the computer station. "Any other time, I would have thought this was a hoax. Uncredentialed guy showing up in your office unannounced, with a fabulous tale of how that thing you used to think was a myth is actually true? It looks a bit odd on the surface, you know?"

"Yeah. Like that time Sarah got a dude who was absolutely convinced he'd cracked Linear A. Would've made her career if he had. Too bad it was only a Captain America decoder with some sequins and glitter glued on."

"Exactly. But in Sarah's case, it was abundantly obvious she was dealing with a crazy person. This guy, this Miles Fenwick? He really looks like the real deal. And if you're telling me this map is as weird as you say it is." He paused. "Am I crazy for actually thinking about taking him up on this?"

"Batshit crazy. This guy says he has authoritative evidence about the Serangappi? The mythical people who group who never existed? You know, I've got an Amazon warrior hanging out back at my place. She gives great head."

"Yeah yeah yeah. You don't need to push the point. I get it. Still, though. It's worth checking out, maybe?"

"Let's think this thing through, yeah? On the one hand, you got an admittedly weird map. It's possible that there's something interesting going on behind this thing, something about its history that might intrigue someone. Best case scenario, it's a Chinese manuscript that never got tagged into a collection somewhere. Most likely scenario, it's a hoax, albeit an elaborately designed one."

"And on the other hand?"

"If that's all there was to it, I'd say it'd be worth checking out. Seeing what this map really is a map of. It'd make for good sight-seeing, maybe an interesting story. But we're talking about the fucking Serangappi, here. Can you image what it would look like to try to run a grant proposal through on that topic? 'Hi, I'm here to investigate the Tooth Fairy. I've got a good lead that she's working in cahoots with Santa Claus.' I mean, how would you respond if someone came to you with an investigation like that? It's bad enough for your professional reputation, but how on earth are you even going to go about getting funding for something like this?"

"So you think I should drop it?"

"I'm not telling you what to do. This could either be the greatest break of your career, or the point at which your career lost all future hope. If I was in your position . . . I'd probably drop it."

"My career!" Mark laughed. "I'm adjunct professor with a five class teaching load. My career is never going to go anywhere if I keep doing the things I'm doing, in the way I'm doing them. I just don't have time!"

"You should try having four kids at home if you don't think you have any time. Count your blessings, man."

"What woman could resist a cynic like that? It's nice to know you're such a family man."

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love my kids. But I'm plenty glad I'm already in a sustainable, long-term, and well-paying position. The thought of how exhausting it would be to try and put in the extra hours for advancement, like you need to do, frankly terrifies me. But your point is good. It's not like you already have a reputation you could ruin by chasing this thing down. And you sure could use the break. Easy publication, you know? No offense."

"None taken." He studied Stephen's face blankly. The comment hit a bit close to home for Mark's taste, but he had to admit that Stephen had a point. And that Miles also had had a point. A more significant figure than Mark likely wouldn't have bothered to even give Miles the time of day, let alone seriously consider following him up on a supposed find that, he had to admit, bordered pretty close to the absurd. 

It never was supposed to come to this. Professors lived a glorious and venerated life in an ivory tower of seclusion, only occasionally venturing beyond the walls of their citadel to magnanimously sprinkle their knowledge upon the hordes of lesser men, in the most eleemosynary of spirits. Instead, what did they do? Make less than minimum wage once you considered the number of hours worked, that was for certain. Hell, his pay raises didn't even keep up with the inflation rate. Where was the wealth and social acclaim that should have been his, as he had been implicitly promised by the establishment so many times before? Instead, he had a studio apartment, a run-down car he still hadn't finished paying off, and well over a hundred students who viewed him as an unwelcome and possibly unnecessary imposition on their self-proclaimed party time. This wasn't what he had signed up for. The possibilities of the job kept him at it, though, in the distant and ever receding hope that his academic dreams and aspirations, just might maybe could possibly with a healthy dose of luck and considerable divine intervention, come about. And as absurd as it clearly was, this bit about the Serangappi was the closest he had ever come to a legitimate breakthrough in research, a discovery that the rest of the archaeological establishment would find genuinely interesting. Really, it all came down to game theory in Mark's mind. The maximum cost of playing was a marginal loss in prestige, and maybe a few personal connections who might cut him off if he took the project up for himself. However, the maximum gain for following up on this project was, with a only hint of hyperbole to the description, the attainment of everything he had ever wanted from a career in academia.

"I've got to do this," he said. "I mean, I think I've got to do this. I don't know. I'll think about it."

"I've got your back either way, man," said Stephen. "Good luck."

FOUR

Mark took the stairs up to his apartment two steps at a time, partly because it fit his naturally long stride, but even more so because it took him past his downstairs neighbors' apartment all the more quickly. Sure enough, as he finished the second flight of stairs landing and came onto the landing before beginning to climb to the third floor, he heard their voices barreling out of the all-too-thin walls of the complex, rising higher in higher in volume as they engaged each other in yet another verbal fight and, he suspected, possibly another not-so-verbal fight as well. A loud crash of glass or possibly porcelain obscured an inarticulate yell, the suddenness of which make Mark pause for a brief instant. Before he could think better of it and move on to his own apartment, which would afford an only slightly less awkward exposure to his neighbors' expressions of feelings for each other, the door opened and Terry walked out. "Worthless piece of shit lazy bastard," exploded from the room, but disappeared back into wordless noise when Terry closed the door decisively behind.

"Hey," he said by way of acknowledgement to Mark, lighting the cigarette he held in his lips with a shaky hand. His hunched shoulders and vacantly resigned expression told Mark all he needed to know about Terry's side of things.

"Hey," said Mark. Then added, "Um, how's it going?" He immediately regretted the question.

"Same old, same old. You know." The voices from within the apartment grew quiet for a moment, until Terry's wife or possibly girlfriend, Mark didn't know which, seemed to have found a new target for her hostilities, which judging the tone of the noises coming from the other side of the wall, was probably their daughter teenage daughter. Judging from the other voice that had joined Terry's significant other, it sounded like his daughter wasn't terribly outmatched.

"How are you?" added Terry. 

"Oh, I'm good. I'm good." Mark searched desperately for a way to end the conversation, but he felt too strongly for Terry's situation to just up and leave his neighbor to deal with his family alone and by himself. "How's . . . work?" he asked.

"Work is work," said Terry. "Work is work." He finished the first cigarette, and lit a second one. "I got laid off the dishwashing job. But McDonald's is hiring, and I've worked for them before, so I'm thinking of getting a job there."

"Still in the National Guard?"

"Yep. I'm actually about to head out to the base for monthly training."

"Sounds like a nice change of scenery."

"Oh, you know." Terry didn't volunteer anything more than that, and Mark didn't want to ask. 

"Well, see ya."

"See ya."

At that moment, Terry's door opened again and the (wife? girlfriend? who knew?) came out. "What the fuck -- " then seeing Mark standing there, she changed her attitude on the spot. "Why, hello Mark! It's so nice to see you. How are you doing today?"

"I'm fine, thanks for ask--"

"Good, good. I'm just trying to help Terry out here, give him some motivation to be the man I just know he can be, isn't that right, Terry?"

Terry grunted something inarticulate.

"Now Terry, I've told you not to be rude to our neighbors." Turning towards Mark, she added, "He's about to go out and get a job and support his family like man, aren't you Terry?"

Terry grunted again, and refusing to make eye contact with Mark, looked out over the parking lot that fronted their shared apartment complex.

"You're an amazing man, Mark, an amazing man. I was just telling my daughter how amazing you are. She should hope to have a man like you some day, isn't that right Terry?"

"Sure," said Terry, still not looking at either one of them.

"Now let me tell you a story about Terry," she continued. "I thought he was a man of hope, and potential, and that's why I married him. I should've known he was a bum at heart, though." This last part she spoke with a disdainful glance at Terry's back, Terry having completely taken himself out of the conversation and absorbed himself in looking at what he appeared to take to be an extremely fascinating Ford Taurus.

"You don't really need -- " Mark tried to interject, but the woman in front of him just kept on with her so-called story.

"But that's why I'm good for him, isn't that right Terry? I keep you in line. I give you something to work for, to live for. I give you meaning." Turning back to Mark, she continued, "I give him meaning. Every man's gotta have meaning. And every man's gotta have a woman in his life to give it to him. Isn't that right Terry? I give his meaning to him. He'd be a mighty big loser if he didn't have me in his life, isn't that right Terry?"

Terry muttered something that presumably was supposed to pass for an affirmative, but it wasn't enough for the wife this time around.

"What was that, Terry? What did you say? You'd better not be giving me any of your goddamn mother-fucking -- oh, I'm sorry Mark. You didn't need to hear that. It's just that Terry sometimes gets a little attitude, and a strong woman like me isn't going to put up with none of that bullshit. That's why he married me. Because he knew I wasn't about to put up with none of that bullshit. You find a woman, Mark, who won't put up with no bullshit, you listen to me, you find her, and you'll be a happy man, not all lonely by yourself like you must be in that apartment of yours."

"That's, uh, good advice," said Mark, angling for the conversational path of least resistance. "But I've really got to get going."

"Of course, of course!" she said. "I hope you have a wonderful evening Mark."

He climbed the remainder of the stairs, all the while being accompanied by the slowly dying sounds of his neighbors' conversation. "What the fuck are doing something again, Terry? And where the fuck did all my beer go? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

He sighed, and unlocked his apartment door. Once inside, he placed his briefcase by the front door, and collapsed onto his couch exhausted from the events of the day. Try as he might to relax, however, his mind kept running over the myriad of things he still had to do that evening in the next few days. Occupying the forefront of his attention were the three finals he would have to design and develop over the weekend, finals constituting that absurd effort to quantify a student's learning process over a fifteen-week period by measuring a student's intellectual output over an arbitrary two-hour period. If his students thought they hated finals, they had no idea how strongly he felt about them.

It wasn't that he dislike his job, he told himself. It really wasn't. He loved the core it, the production of knowledge, and the sharing of that with others. It's just that so much of his job was precisely not what he considered his job, what with having to deal with all the administrative bullying and the self-entitled morons who took is class. Every once in a while he'd a meet a truly bright student who truly got it, ability and ambition seamlessly blended together into an individual who was truly a delight to teach. He'd been unlucky this semester as no such student had registered for his classes, making his teaching load unusually wearisome. Still, he told himself, there's one week to go, and summer vacation followed hard on that. It'd be nice to break away from the teaching routine for a few months at least. Perhaps he'd use it to follow up on this map thing the man, what was his name... Miles! -- had given him.

He stood back up from where he lay on the couch and turning on the television, began to prepare dinner for himself. As he waited for the water for his spaghetti to boil, he could hear the dialogue from the television in the living room. He hadn't bothered to check what program he had turned the television on to, but judging from the sound of it, it was probably a rerun of the Big Bang Theory. Sheldon seemed to be making one of his usual objections to the Nobel prize system, and the sound of the laugh track made a valiant but ultimately unsuccessful effort to convince Mark that Sheldon's comments in this case were indeed funny. 

He tossed some spaghetti into the now boiling water, and turned to find the remote to change the channel on the television, and nearly turned the entire pot of water onto himself in surprise at the lone figure standing not three feet away from him. Her relaxed posture suggested complete comfort in a stranger's home, and Mark had no way of telling on the spot how long she had been in his place, or even how long she had been standing where she was, watching him revel in self-pity over a pot of slowly heating water. 

"I'd be startled too if someone snuck up on me like that," she said, sticking out her hand by way of introduction. "You must be Mark. Miles told me I'd find you here." Though Mark normally wouldn't have welcomed the intrusion into his personal living space, the woman's complete self-confidence that she belonged in the area went a considerable ways towards convincing Mark of the same. And if Mark was to be completely honest with himself, there was something decidedly alluring about the woman before him. Certainly the knot growing in his stomach, and the stiffening of something below his stomach, attested to his state of mind.




The Visitor



"I imagine he didn't tell you to expect me either," she went on, dragging her hand along the kitchen counter as she walked slowly towards him. "Or what I'd be need from you."

"It, uh, seems to have slipped his mind," Mark replied.

"Oh well. No matter. I don't imagine you'll find what I need from you to be a terribly inconvenience." She took another step towards him. "He didn't tell me you were so good-looking," she added. Instinctively, Mark leaned away from her, but her serene self-confidence coupled with his undeniably attraction towards her kept him from establishing a distance between them anymore substantial than that.

"And just what is it that you'll be need from me?" Mark asked, his voice catching momentarily in his throat.

"Probably exactly what it is you're wanting from me right now." By this point, she was standing less than two feet from him. She laughed, and placed her hand on his chest. She held it their, feeling the contours of his muscles, and the almost imperceptible pulse of his heart, which had definitely passed the point of racing. Keeping her hand where it was, she leaned forward and whispered into his ear. "It's okay to want it, you know. I want it too," she said, and biting ever so softly on his ear, wrapped her other arm his back.

His body responded to her pressure by pressing back into hers in its turn, and while her hands ran over his back and through her hair, he pulled her even closer to him, wrapping his arms around her, while leaning forward to slowly place a series of soft, gentle kisses along the gentle slope of her shoulder. 

"Mmm, that's nice," she said, bending her head to give him access to the curve of her neck. Mark responded to the prompt, and began exploring her contours with his lips and tongue, slowly tracing a line with his kisses to the bottom of her ear, and then back down again, tracing the line of her jaw with his attentions. It had been long, so very long since he had last experienced the beauty of the female form. Who she was, and why she was here, were questions that rattled about in the back of his mind, but were quickly overpowered by the intensity of his desire for her, and were consequently forgotten in the celebration of his amorous passions. Mark had always been a gentle lover, and a slow one, a combination that arose naturally out of his twin desires to relish the passion of the moment, and to not accidently proceed any further than his partner wished. It was perhaps the well-meaning diffidence that give rise to the second of these desires, more than any other attribute or personality trait of his, that had made his performance in arts of love so lackluster for the duration of his life. It wasn't that he didn't have anything to give that made lovemaking such a rare phenomenon in his life. Rather, it was that he simply didn't know how to convince others that he did in fact have a great deal to give. It is all too often the case that it is not those who have heart, but those who clamor the loudest that they do have a heart, who win the fair lady, irrelevant of whether such purported heart even exists.

"I don't even know your name," he said, continuing his explorations by moving his attentions across the base of her neck to the other side of her body. She interrupted her soft moans with a laugh.

"No, I suppose you don't," she said. "You can call me Sarah."

"You're a very beautiful woman, Sarah," Mark said. 

She smiled inwardly at this comment, at first ironically at the sheer banality of the vagueness of the statement, but then seriously as she realized the fullness of meaning with which Mark had imbued these words. She had heard comments like this about her all the time, to the point at which the words had lost all meaning, as they alone were never sufficient to ensure her of the ingenuousness of the speaker's comment. Her intuition told her that this was a good man standing in front of her, and her body's response to Mark's activities suggested to her that he was a good man in more than one way. Besides, her intuition had rarely served her wrong before. It really was a pity that he had such horrible things in store for him. She checked that line of thinking, reminding herself that it was to be for another day. There were much more important things to see to in the here and now, like Mark's hand, which had moved along her stomach and below her waistline, and had begun gently rubbing just outside of her increasingly wet pussy.

"Oh God, yes, that. Do that!" she said, by way of encouragement, shifting herself to allow him better access for his explorations. While Mark continued to fondle her, she leaned up and forward to catch his lips in a full kiss. When her tongue slipped between his lips, his cock gave a significant twitch, which Sarah couldn't help but notice. 

"What do we have here?" she asked, curving her hand around the prominent bulge. The playful tone of her voice was promptly overtaken by a moan. Mark's finger had slipped between a pair of her own lips, and had begun exploring her most private regions. "Oh, you know, boring stuff," said Mark, continuing his amorous activities. The waves of pleasure washing over her were increasingly gather in strength, but weren't enough to distract her completely from her goal, and she willed herself to regain control. 

"You've had your turn," she said. "Now it's mine." She attempted to drop to her knees and pull down his pants in a single smooth motion, but the gracefulness of the gesture was impeded by the stubborn interposition of Mark's belt. She fumbled at it for a few seconds. "This is worse than a bra strap," she said. Mark laughed, and with a deft motion of his hands, undid the buckle that up until now had refused to release his cock from the imprisoning cloth of his jeans. Sarah hooked two fingers around the waistline, and pulled. The very next instant her mouth was on his penis.

Although not so much recently, Mark had had blowjobs before. This one, however, so far outstripped his past ones that he was tempted to dismiss all previous experience with fellatio as cheap imitation of the real thing. Fuck, she was good. He moved his hips almost imperceptibly in time with her sucking. And it wasn't just sucking that he felt on his dick. He had no idea that there even could be so many different kinds of sucking that could go into a blowjob, each better than the last.

The length of time since his last sexual experience coupled with the impressive skill Sarah displayed ensured that Mark wouldn't be able to last terribly long. Soon enough, he felt a familiar growing tightness in his balls. Sarah noticed the tightness as well, and began to slowly but insistently speed up her performance, driving Mark closer and closer to the edge of climax. "I'm about to come," he said, expecting her to hold off on her ministrations. Instead, she redoubled her effort, and with a series of body-shaking grunts he felt spurt after spurt of semen shoot out of his cock, only to be swallowed in Sarah's waiting mouth. After what felt like an eternity, his climax began to subside. 

Sarah stood up and picked up a nearby towel, while Mark pulled his jeans back up and redid the recalcitrant buckle. "You liked?" was all she asked. "God, yes," said Mark, still out of breath from what had just happened. "But what about you?"

"Oh, I'll get plenty at some point, I'm sure. In the meantime, you might want to check your phone." At that moment, he heard the sound of his cell's ringtone from somewhere in his living room. Dashing over, he began to search for it and finally dug his phone out from where it had fallen from his pocket earlier into the cushions of his couch. He found it on the fourth ring cycle.

"Hello?"

"Hello. Is this Mark Weston speaking?"

"It is. How can I help you?"

"This is Officer Murphy, from the local police force. I'm afraid there's been a break-in at the archaeology department on campus."

Mark found his attention focusing on the TV set while his mind tried to transition from the residual effects of his orgasm in order to process the significance of what he was being told over the phone.

"I see. Was anything stolen?" The television set was very dusty. He should probably clean that soon.

"No, nothing, although whoever it was that broke in seemed to be looking for something very definite. The only places that seem to have been burgled were the laboratory and your office."

"Oh. Was anybody hurt?"

"Stephen Carmichael is in the hospital with electric burns from what appears to be an unusually high-voltage taser, weapons grade. No one else was in the building at the time. Do you have any idea what they might have been looking for?"

Mark thoughts flickered briefly towards the map. That couldn't be what this was all about, could it? No, it couldn't. Probably some students playing a prank. But that taser -- who would carry around a taser with that kind of juice in it? He desperately hoped it was students. He started to tell the voice on the other end of the line about the map.

"Yes, Officer, I do have an idea, I think -- " A dully pulsing tone and a too-calm voice informing that his call could no longer be completed interrupted him before he could say anything more. His cell phone screen informed that he was out of service range. Although he rarely had more than two bars at his apartment, he'd never experienced a disruption of service like this. It was probably nothing. It had to be nothing. He was just being paranoid.

The sound of something rattling in the knob of his front door told him he was not being paranoid. The click of his lock being undone told he'd better do something about this not-paranoid situation soon. As the door opened slowly he ran across the room and threw the full force of his body against it, slamming it shut in the face of whoever it was that was on the other side of the door.

"Shit, he's home!" he heard dimly through the door. He heard a loud crash to his left and, still bracing the door with all his strength, saw someone dressed head to foot in black, with a ski mask on to boot, pull a commando roll on his living room floor. Rising from the ground with unbelievable speed, the intruder pulled what appeared to be a gun from his pocket, pointing it directly at Mark.

"Where the fuck is it?" the burglar shouted.

"Where is what?" said Mark, momentarily shocked stupid.

"The map, you cunt-nugget! Where the fuck is the map?"

"The map, the map." He couldn't think, he couldn't talk, he couldn't make sense of any of what was happening to him right now.

A second individual clothed in all black appeared through the window alongside the first one.

"He's useless," the newcomer said. "Deal with him and help me search the house."

Panic and the instinct for self-preservation forced clarity into Mark's words. "The map! The table. Map is on the table. There. Briefcase. Table!"

The first burglar kept his gun pointed solidly at Mark, although given his mental condition the caution was likely an unnecessary one. The second burglar opened his briefcase with a look of expectation that quickly turned to anger.

"It's not here. It's not fucking here." Directing his attention to Mark, "Where the fuck is it?"

Mark was just as surprised as his interlocutor. He had definitely kept the map in the briefcase. Where was it?

"Looking for this, boys?"

Sarah's voice broke into the confusion of the scene. All three turned to look at the figure standing in the doorway to Mark's bedroom. Her knowing smirk belayed the intensity of the scene, and dangling in front of her was a briefcase the exact identical copy of the one lying in his living room. "Better come and get it."

The second burglar fired two shots at where she would have been standing, had she not neatly ducked and rolled along the wall just inside the living room, coming squarely to her feet and standing directly in front of the man who had just attempted to shoot her. He fired two more shots. The unknown woman engaged in a series of impossible contortions, and the two holes that had suddenly appeared in the wall of Mark's apartment testified that he had missed. She was now a yard away from him. Almost instantaneously there was a knife in his hand, but just as she had dodged his bullets so she dodged his new weapon as well. Cut and stab as he might at the advancing figure, he met nothing but air with every swipe, the woman's body seeming to disappear and reappear at random. Mark and the first bugler looked on with growing degrees of fear-induced dumbness as, after an especially vigorous swipe of the knife, Sarah slipped behind her attacker, rose, and did something impossibly fast with her hands. The man collapsed to the floor with his back to the ceiling. It took Mark a couple of moments to register that the man's face was also looking at the ceiling.

The first burglar turned to point his gun at Sarah, but there was more than a tremor evident in his hands as he tried to hold the weapon steady.

"Do you want to do this? Do you really want to do this? Think about if you really want to do this," she said.

The remaining man hesitated, clearly unnerved by what he had just witnessed take place in front of him. She took a step towards him.

"I mean, I'm glad to do this if you want to do this. But I don't think you want to do this. I really, really don't."

She took another step towards him and the man's confidence wavered accordingly.

"Fine. Let's do this." She took several aggressive steps towards him, but stopped at the sound of voice.

"Wait, wait, wait. Fuck," he said, "Just... fuck." He shoved Mark from where he was standing in front of the door, and quickly made his exit from the scene.

"My, that was invigorating," she said, her gaze following his retreating body through the window. "A good fight like that always gets the blood pumping, you know?"

Mark just stared at her blankly, a tendency of his he seemed to be indulging in quite a bit lately.

"Awww, the cat got your tongue," she said, jumping onto his couch while seeming to remain totally impervious to the dead and slightly mangled body on the floor beside her. "It was your first time, wasn't it? The first time's always tough," she added. Mark wasn't sure if she was being nice or condescending. Probably a little bit of both.

"Well, Miles always had interesting choices in his men. Honestly, I wouldn't have picked you. But he's never been wrong before, so he probably sees something you I frankly don't." She said the last with palpable air of distaste, looking up and down Mark's still trembling body as he hugged the wall from which he derived an odd sense of security.

"Oh, stop it. I'm on your side. Those guys were here to hurt you. I'm not. I'm here to hurt the guys who want to hurt you."

"Uh. Um. Thanks. Uh," was about all the Mark could manage.

"Miles told you all about the map, I gather. The Serangappi and what they're all about, yeah?"

"Um, yes, a little? He didn't say anything about guns or killing people."

"Stop standing over there like and sit down or do something natural. You look like a pervert, hiding in the corner like that."

"Oh. Um, right." He sidled to an armchair off to his left, and sat down with an impressive stiffness to his posture.

"You're still stressed out about all that that just happened? You gotta relax, boy. Take it easy. Enjoy the good things in life. Like the feel of tendons snapping in your hand."

Mark's squeal was nearly high enough to work as a dog whistle.

"I kid, I kid. Really, it's a gruesome way to die, you know," she said, nodding towards where the second burglar's body still lay on the floor. "Still, the bastard deserved it. These aren't good men we're up against Mark. I hope you understand. You'll need to understand that if you're going to be able to pull off everything we're hoping for from you."

With an admirable force of will, Mark started to pull himself together. "Hang on. Just who... who the fuck are you? You come into my apartment, you kill a guy, you give me a blow job - What are you doing in my apartment!"

"A thank you would be nice. But even that's not all I came here for. I also came to give you this." She proffered an envelope to him. He opened it, and found a boarding pass for a flight the next day to Phoenix. "You probably have a lot of questions. I can't say I blame you. But get on this plane, and things will start to make some sense to you." She opened his front door and began to leave. "But what about the other guy? And what about this guy on the floor?" he protested. She stopped and turned to him. "I wouldn't worry about the other guy. And we'll take care of your guest. Just be on that plane tomorrow. I'll see you in Phoenix." She turned and left his apartment. 

The ensuing silence gave Mark plenty of time to think.



The Visitor



"Here's someone enjoying my cock." 

It's a picture of a man on his back, this stranger's dick in his mouth. The sucker has his eyes closed and I can almost hear the muffled moan. 

"That looks incredible." I type back and hit send. 

"Get here ASAP. The door will be open. You better know how to suck cock." I don't do it often, but those men who have experienced me have always been quite satisfied. I start up the car and make my way to the address I was given. 

It's a hotel, a nice one. He's some business man, a visitor, someone who will pass out of my life the instant I'm done. Perfect. As I'm waiting for the elevator the butterflies come. I keep thinking that I can turn around, get back in my car, drive away. All that need and desire I felt driving here melts out of me and I have to steel myself as the doors slide open. I step into the elevator. I know that if I don't do this, I'll be sitting at home in a day or two, hungry and desperate and needful.

It's like this every time. I'm straight, or at least that's what I tell people. I love women, I love sex with women, and I could never date a man, but every couple of months I feel... this. This intense, sinful need for cock. It grows and grows and left unsated it eats at me. I always break down, troll craigslist for a man who will let me take care of my needs. It's always incredible to me how hard it is to find a man who will let me give him a blowjob, but often it takes weeks of endless e-mailing, dead ends, and flakes until I find the right guy. 

I reach the third floor and shove my doubts aside. I want this, and even if I can't summon up that insane lust I felt in the car now, I know that if I turn back it will haunt me later. I make my way down the hall and find his room number, the door ajar.  

The room beyond is dark, but I can see him sitting on the bed. He stands as I enter, already nude, my eyes are drawn to the prize dangling between his legs and seeing it washes away my nerves. He is about the same height as me, early fifties, bald with a stern mouth and broad chest. I've always gone for older men and he is perfect. 

"Don't forget the door," he says. I undo the bolt so that it latches shut and approach him. "Strip," he says, and I comply. As soon as I'm naked, he puts both hands on my shoulders. He doesn't push, but I understand my place is not on my feet. I kneel before him, and suddenly the object of my desire is imminent. It's a beautiful thing, semi-hard, hairless and smooth. I move forward just slightly, letting the velvet tip brush against my lips. I look up at him once, see him watching me, and he nods. 

I open my mouth and accept him into it. I take him to the root and he exhales long and slowly, a soft 'ah' of relief. It's exactly what I need to hear, exactly what I fantasize about when I'm masturbating in the shower. The relief as I sate his lusts and ease the tension of his desires. 

I move slowly and enjoy the feel of him in my mouth, running my tongue along the quickly hardening shaft as I pull back. By now I can't take him to the root anymore without gagging. He moans above me and I cup his balls. 

He lets me savor him for a few minutes and then grabs either side of my head. He begins to take over, pressing himself into me. He fucks slowly, but presses deeper with every thrust, letting my throat become accustomed to his length as he takes his pleasure. All the while I can hear him whispering. "Yeah boy, yes suck me, suck my cock you little bitch." 

He surprises me by pulling out, leaving my mouth with a soft pop. I instinctively dart forward to take him in again but he pulls me upward to my feet and grabs my hips, pressing us together. I feel the heat of his rigidness against my own erection, and he grinds into me, eliciting a moan from my half open lips. 

"You're a good boy," he says and moves in to kiss me. The spell is momentarily broken. I have never kissed a man; I don't want to kiss a man. I turn my head gently, and feel almost annoyed as he takes his hands from my ass and grabs my head. He doesn't have time for my hang ups, he takes what he wants. His mouth is larger than I'm used to, incredibly warm and smooth. My hesitation evaporates immediately. I don't know whether it was the kiss itself, or his forcefulness, but I am filled with a renewed lust as he takes me.

"Oh god," I whisper when my mouth is free. I have never felt such intensity, such insane desire. In that moment I want him to take me entirely. There is a bed behind me, and I want him to push me onto it, climb on top of me, and claim me for his own. The words are on the tip of my tongue "Fuck me, please fuck me," but suddenly I am on my knees again and he has shoved his erection into my mouth. On one hand, it is not enough, on the other, I can think of nothing but pleasuring him, so I take him eagerly and suck him. I am filled with a lust I don't know how to handle, moaning like a whore around a mouthful of his incredible cock. I worship him, I devour him, I make my body a sacrifice to this serpent god that plunges into me again, and again. 

He grabs my head again and fucks me. I am gagging but I don't dare stop him. I want him so badly that I force myself to take it. And then The Groan, the long, desperate gush of release as he fills me with his seed. I swallow instinctively, consuming his lust like the little slut I am. 

"Fuck yeah," he breathes as he pulls his cock from my mouth. "Do you need to cum?"

"Yes," I say, my voice shaking, hoping against all hope that he's going to put that incredible mouth on my cock. 

"Then cum," he says, dashing my hopes of a return favor. Still, I take myself in hand and begin working myself feverishly, pumping at my erection and moaning with pleasure. He watches me and I adjust to give him a good view. I eye his cock, still slick and shining with my spit. When he sees this he pushes his hips forward until it's mashed against my lips. It's still a little hard, incredibly warm, and wonderful. I shower it with kisses, flicking my tongue over the divine flesh until I explode across the carpet. It is one of the best orgasms I've ever had. When I'm done, he heads to the bathroom without a word and I set to cleaning myself up and gathering my clothes. I'm dressed by the time he returns and he grabs my ass. 

"That was something," he says with a smile. I smile back and nod. I suddenly want to leave and he doesn't try to hold me up. It's over now. I head back to my car feeling slightly addled, my balls aching from the release. By the time I'm in my car I'm thinking of that crazy rush of desire that overtook me, and suddenly I want it again. I wait until I get home and send him a post meeting email. 

"That was incredible. I'm free later if you want a repeat."

I get a message a few minutes later. "I am going to be busy tonight, and then flying out in the morning. Thanks though."

Just as well. The way he made me feel, I'm not sure it is really a good idea for me to meet with him again.



The Visitor



I looked up and he was standing there, staring at me. I didn't even hear him come in as I was leisurely enjoying my Saturday morning coffee after breakfast. I was sitting at the dining room table just off the kitchen reading the morning paper and my cat was in the chair next to me. I still had on my sleeping clothes – a loose-fitting, scoop-neck top and my over-sized flannel shorts sans panties. He had on his typical getup - a plaid, flannel shirt tucked into a pair of tight, button-fly jeans and medium weight work boots. His baseball cap had the logo of some football team.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, somewhat annoyed.

"Are they gone?" he replied, intentionally ignoring my question.

"Yes, they left about an hour ago," I said, ignoring his ignoring of my question and knowing that he knew the answer to his question before he asked it.

"When will they be back?" he continued questioning me.

"They left for the day," I answered.

That must have satisfied him as he stopped talking. He continued to stare at me. I picked up my coffee cup, cradled it in both hands, and sipped some of my morning wake-up nectar.

"Do you want me to leave?" he asked.

I slowly shook my head "No" even though I knew I should have said "Yes."

He continued to look at me as I took another sip of coffee. I felt the shivers of thrill and anticipation surge through me. I tried to remain composed on the outside and put my coffee cup down so I wouldn't start shaking.

"Stand up," he calmly ordered.

"Oh, my god, it's started," I thought to myself as I pushed my chair away from the table and stood up.

"Look at me," he said.

I turned and faced him with my hands at my side. He said nothing as his eyes took in all of me from the tip of my head to my bare feet.

A slight smile escaped from his lips. "Was I acceptable to him?" I asked myself. So many times we had found ourselves in the same situation and I could never figure out the answer.

"Move away from the table," he spoke quietly, but firmly.

"God, I love it when he talks like that," I felt.

I was so nervous. I stepped away from the table, but remained close enough to my chair so I could grab it if I needed to steady myself. I could tell my breathing had increased; my chest was moving up and down. "He can probably see my hard nipples under my shirt," I supposed. Just thinking that made me more agitated.

"Well?" I thought. "Get on with it," but he made no move or motion, just continued to look at me, his deep blue eyes piercing any resistance I might have had. I started to slightly fidget.

"Be still," he demanded.

He does this every time and every time I simply get wet between my legs. I don't know what it is, but just standing here in front of him and knowing what will come makes my juices begin to flow. I tried to hold still.

Then, "Take your pants off," he said in a no nonsense manner.

I trembled as I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my pants and slowly pushed them down, over my butt, over my thighs, below my knees, past my calves, and down to the floor. As I always did, I slowly stood up exposing myself to him, reached out for the chair, stepped out of my pants with one foot, and with the other foot, flipped my pants to the side.

My shirt reached to just below my breasts and from there down I was undisguised in all my nakedness. I felt my pussy begin to warm to his stare.

"Let go of the chair," he said.

I moved my hand to my side. I wondered if he could see my pussy expand as the blood rushed to it. I moved my legs slightly apart to give it room.

"Now, squat," he ordered.

I felt my cunt gush as I moved my left leg out and slowly lowered myself until I was just inches from the floor.

"You like this, don't you?" he asked.

I lied and shook my head, "No."

"Then, why are you so wet? You're almost dripping on the floor," he said.

I knew it was true.

"Feel yourself," he ordered again.

I looked at him and knew there was no way out. I took the first two fingers of my right hand, reached between my legs, and wiped myself from the back to the front. I stuck my fingers into my mouth and tasted my own fluid. I wouldn't have been surprised if I had been dripping on the floor, I was so turned on.

"Spread your legs," he said. I grabbed onto the chair and moved my knees as far apart as I could. He could now see my puffy, hairless, dripping cunt as it waited for what was to come. I put my other hand out behind me and leaned back on it. My tits stuck out like pointed triangles as my shirt hid nothing from the imagination. "I could almost come," I thought.

"Lie back," he relented as he could see my agitation and straining.

I put my butt down and lay back on the floor as I let go of the chair. I rested with my knees still spread. "This is so bad and I love it so much," I thought as I closed my eyes.

I felt him walk over to me, but he didn't touch me or say anything. "He's probably looking at my cunt," I thought and it surged some more.

He must have knelt down between my legs as I felt his feather touch on the inside of both my legs just above my knees. I shivered. He slowly moved his fingers up and down working toward the center of my being, which was what my cunt was now as he tortured me with his touch.

I moaned uncontrollably. I moved my cunt up hoping it could be touched and relieve some of this extreme agony. It didn't happen. His touch stopped within millimeters of it. I couldn't bear it and moaned again, my cunt in intense anguish.

I felt his hot breath on my cunt, but no touching. He said he loved my scent. My cunt just wished for a touch.

He said, "O.K." and I knew it was time.

I opened my eyes, stood up, and led him to the bed. I stopped at the edge facing the bed with him behind me.

"You know what to do," he said with authority.

I took my shirt off, the material grazed my nipples as I lifted it up. I folded the bed covers back, stacked the three pillows in the middle of the bed, and mounted them lying on my back with my cunt in the air. My heart was almost beating through my chest. Unconsciously I began to knead my tits and pinch my nipples. I glanced at him and saw he was ready, too. His cock stood hard at an angle away from his body and he held two devices in his hands.

"Oh, god," I thought and almost came when I saw what he held.

He climbed on the bed and positioned himself between my legs and leaned forward. His cock just barely slid into my cunt lips. I moaned again and moved my hips up against him. He reached forward and put the nipple clamps on me. They were so tight. I felt the sting and could hardly stand it; I shuddered. I opened my mouth for air as my breathing became more ragged.

He put his hands on the bed at each side of my breasts and I moved my hands up to his arms. He leaned down and kissed me. My mouth was open for him and he enveloped me in that anticipated ecstasy that always came. Our tongues entwined and I could feel him moving his hands to the headboard so he could support himself in his fucking position. He moved his cock back, I arched my pelvis, and he entered me.

He pulled his head back and looked at me. Then he began his ritual, rhythmic, seemingly unceasing fucking of me.

The pain in my nipples caused them to be stimulated to fever heights. His fucking almost took my breath away and I struggled to breathe with my cunt in the air and my legs spread apart. He was like a jackhammer with each stroke as he pounded my cunt relentlessly. We alternated grunts and breaths as I pushed my cunt higher and higher to accept more and more of him. And it continued nonstop. I was getting dizzy, as always, as I kneaded my tits and wanted more. The only sounds were our bodies slapping together and our grunts and breathing.

"You... Fuck... Good!" I hoarsely barked in between his thrusts.

"I know," he replied as he kept up his tireless assault on my cunt.

I couldn't feel my nipples anymore; the pain was just a distant memory. My tits will have marks on them again, I thought, as I pinched and squeezed them incessantly. I could feel my orgasm begin to build within the very fiber of my cunt.

"Hit me harder!" I demanded.

"Huh?" he said.

"Hit me harder! Harder!" I repeated.

He slowed his rate and began to hammer me harder and deeper. I had brought my knees up and now I grabbed them and pulled them back against me leaving my cunt unprotected against his cock which seemed to get harder and longer with each assault.

It was coming. I could really feel it now.

"Go! Go! Go!" I shouted as I focused on my cunt. Oh, yeah, this is goin – Then it hit me like a freight train.

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, shit! Fuck! Oh, god! Oh..." I screamed!

I let go of my legs and let it ride through me. My body bucked uncontrollably as he gradually slowed his thrusting and then I could feel him coming deep inside me. Spurt after spurt, just like always, he filled me up. A couple of groans and he was done.

I relaxed with him still in me. He reached down and removed the clamps. Relief and blood rushed into my nipples.

He pulled out, I lifted up, and he removed the pillows from under me. We rested on the bed.

"They'll be back later," he said quietly.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Then they'll leave again," he said.

"You'll probably be back, too, and then you'll leave again."

"It's better that way," he said.

"I know."

He got up, dressed, and left as quietly as he arrived.



The Visitor



He felt her presence before she'd even made a sound. Something changed in the room when she was there. It wasn't the change in temperature from the cool night air coming in through the open window. It wasn't the change in the light coming in from the outside, her dark form casting a shadow on his bed. It wasn't the change to a breathless silence as the crickets abruptly ceased their chirping. All these heralded her arrival. When she would at last appear, he'd feel another change. 

A murky, electric, and heavy sense of claustrophobia clung to the room. It sent chills down his spine and paralyzed him where he lay. From the corner of one eye he could see the black shape perched on the window sill. Dark as it was in the room, unnatural shadows further concealed any of her features. How he'd even guessed her gender was a mystery. Something pulled his mind towards hers, and amidst the haze he had learned, or she had disclosed, her femininity.

It began only as a feeling. One night he had the unshakeable impression that someone was watching him sleep. He could feel her pulse in his chest, hear her breath in his mind. He dared not approach the window. The next night he watched inexplicable shadows dance across that second floor window, almost human in their figure. They tapped softly on the window, yet he knew there were no trees on his side of the building. The third night he heard the faint call of a voice. It was at once everywhere and nowhere, both outside the window and deep within his mind. His heart responded with a pounding like it would break free of his body. Then two nights passed without event. On the sixth night, he could take it no longer and opened the window.

The moonlight bathed the yard and the neighboring buildings in a dream-like glow. Slowly and cautiously, he leaned his head out the window and looked around. No shadows, no branches, not a soul in sight. For a moment he felt relieved, but it was soon replaced by a strange feeling of longing. His heart settled, he let out a sigh, and returned to his bed. The cool air and soothing sound of the crickets lulled him to sleep. Soon he began to leave his window open every night.

Suddenly, one night he awoke in a terrified sweat. His eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness around him. The room felt as if the air had been drained from it. He heard nothing but the eerie sound of rustling. As desperately as he fought to move his arms and legs, they remained lifeless and still under his sheets. The rustling turned into the new sensation of pressure on his body. He felt something press down on him, on the bed around him, and though he wanted to yell and kick it off, no sound came out and no movement followed. After eternity, his eyes began to focus. He now felt a weight on his chest, like another person holding him down. He stared into the shadowy form on top of him and all went black.

One week passed before the visitor appeared to him again. Following the first night, he kept his window closed and locked. Yet every morning he awoke to find it open, remembering nothing except falling asleep the night before. Then he opened his eyes in the middle of the night, as if waking up from a long rest, and there she was standing next to his bed. He felt the sheets begin to descend down his back, over his legs, and finally off onto the floor. He lay paralyzed in fear again. Slender fingers with long nails touched his bare back and slid down into the top of his boxer-briefs. Ever so slowly, they were pulled to his knees.

He closed his eyes and prayed for the torment to end. When he opened them again, the shape was gone. The air felt different.

Then legs climbed on top of his. A hand grabbed his right ass cheek. He felt someone's upper body press down on his back, and the unmistakeable feeling of warm breath on the back of his neck. He opened his mouth, but was cut short by a wet, coarse sensation moving from the crack of his bottom to the top of his back. He knew exactly what it was, although it was too long and too coarse to be human. His eyes welled up with tears as the fear gave way to pleasure. The cursed longing returned to his chest again. A soft hand, palm open, snuck between his frozen legs and gently up his balls to come to rest at last with a delicate grip upon his cock. Humiliation overtook him as he remained flaccid in her hand. Her fingers stroked his head, played with his balls, and cupped both together firmly. He felt defeated. Then one finger poked its way into his vulnerable ass and suddenly he grew hard as stone while his face grew red as an apple. She licked the side of his neck and all went black.

Since that intoxicating, puzzling, and disturbing encounter, not a day had gone by where he did not reflect on what had happened. He had no idea what she was, where she came from, or why she had visited him. He felt like a mouse being toyed with by a cat. Yet in some foolish way it all made sense. He wanted more of her, he wanted to awaken more inside himself, and for the first time he had a potent desire to be used, to be the object of this unearthly creature. Weeks went by in silence. Every night he left the window open and slept naked on his chest. As the longing mounted, he began to fear that he might sacrifice too much. Not even the heavens themselves would prevent him from serving her.

Tonight was something new. He felt her there, he could see her on the window sill from the corner of one eye. Yet he could move. He carefully turned his head to see more of her. She stayed motionless as a gargoyle, quietly watching him, fully aware that her spell had taken him in. As the shadows faded, the very first thing he saw were her eyes - eyes that shone white as the brilliant moon. At first he was put off by the apparent absence of pupils, but as the thought crossed his mind, she spoke: "I see everything." Her voice was like a velvet whisper wrapped in the cloak of death. Her words soothed him, but her tone filled him with disease.

"In the darkest hours of the night, I have heard your soul cry out." As she spoke, her lips and facial features became more visible. The black shade of her long silken hair and lustrous lips reflected coolly in the light of the moon. 

He began to sit up until she motioned to him. "On your knees," she said. He fell to his knees next to the bed.

"I have seen the darkness inside you that craves devouring." She set one foot down into the room, then the other. Very slowly, she began to move towards him. "You are prey in search of a predator. A victim longing to be victimized. The conquered crying out for its conqueror."

The words slid off her tongue like poison as she walked in hypnotic rhythm with her hips, drawing him in like an insect caught with a web. The shadows dissipated to reveal the devilish red shade of her skin. It looked so frighteningly smooth and soft clinging to her hard, strong frame, he wanted nothing more than to taste it. His heart began to beat passionately. Horns became visible, poking only an inch or two above her dark hair. His pulse raced. From the darkness behind her emerged two startlingly sharp-angled wings. He was breathing heavily, wondering what on earth he was doing. At last, his eyes were suddenly drawn down to her waist as a thick, long red cock came into view.

He swallowed nervously. She smiled through her fanged teeth. With little hesitation, he put his hands on her body, working his way to her balls and cock. He stiffened upon taking her in his hands, realizing how big she was. He had no explanation for what was now in front of him, or for why he wanted this, having never taken another cock before. Yet in some strange way that made it all the more exciting. It was like she had invaded his dreams in the night while he slept and corrupted everything from within. The more he thought about it, the more it turned him on until he stuck out his tongue and licked her cock bottom to top before stuffing it in his mouth. He felt her get bigger and his cock hardened as well. She began to growl and dig her claws into his hair.

She became impatient after a moment and jumped onto his shoulders, curling her legs around him. Holding on tight to his hair, she fucked his throat like she was trying with all her might to make him choke and suffocate. His face turned red to match her skin as he tasted her. Once a few minutes passed, she crawled off his shoulders and rubbed her cock against his face, with an occasional slap from it. He sighed a delighted sigh and watched her large red breasts bounce against her chest as she moved.

Without warning, she lifted him up by the waist and set him down on her thick cock. Gasping, he grabbed her shoulders to brace himself. He slid down onto her, feeling himself stretched as his cock grew harder. She grinned a toothy grin and licked his neck with her serpentine tongue. He felt her dick expand inside him and she gently nibbled at his neck with her fangs. His gasping rapidly turned into moaning, then into squealing of the most effeminate sort. Her clawed hands dug into his ass cheeks while she growled at his face and thrust deeper. He saw and felt her muscles clench against his hands. He marveled at the grotesque beauty of the beast impaling him on her cock. As she came inside his ass, her claws scraped along his bare back up to his shoulders.

She picked him off her and tossed his body onto the bed like a doll. The next thing he heard was the flapping of wings trailing off into the distance. The room felt different again, as the air stung his scarred back. Empty, cold, wrong. He closed his eyes and silently said a prayer of thanks to his new goddess.



The Visitor



On her visit to her friend's home city, Katrina was so bored that night because she had nothing planned. She was a brunette with majestic hybrid silver/hazel eyes. She wasn't skinny but she had curves that guys drool over. Contemplating where to go that night, she decided to do something she had never done before but had always thought of and had fantasies of in the back of her mind. She told her friend, Madison, that she wanted to try going to a gay bar and that it would be something different and fun for the both of them. Being the party animal that she is, Madison quickly agreed. Madison was definitely skinnier and taller than Katrina but stunning in her own ways; she was a red head with dark eyes that could expose your deepest, darkest fantasies.

While they were getting ready, trying to rock a look that they know will turn all the girls' heads, Katrina couldn't help but notice Madison and the way she looked that night. Similarly, she caught Madison giving her the same glimpses of secret desire as she turned to see how good her tight jeans looked on her big, round ass, but decided to go with a dress that better showed her curves and D cup boobs. Both of them had fierce looks in their eyes they had both noticed before, but tonight those looks meant a little more than they should; they were magnetic and almost too seductive.

They got in their car and drove off to the gay street in town. They both walked down the street and randomly chose a bar with a noticeably large number of girls in it. Hot girls, butch girls, slutty girls, and nerdy girls, this place was full of viable options for Katrina to live out her sexy little lesbian fantasy with.

As soon as they walked in they noticed the typical bar look but with big TV screens and a nice fountain in the back. The hostess gave Katrina a seductive look that made her blush, and then spoke into the microphone saying, "Looks like we have a new comer! What's your name, beautiful?"

"Katrina."

"What a beautiful name. It doesn't look like you're from here. Where are you from?"

"Not from around here," she said with the mysterious smile she is known for.

The hostess gave a knowing smile and said " Well then, hope you have fun tonight."

Katrina smiled, flipped her hair, looked at Madison who was absolutely stunned at how quickly things were looking up for Katrina and they both took a seat at a table near the bar. Katrina quickly took two shots for some liquid courage and lit a cigarette with Madison. They talked about how hot they looked that night to boost each other's egos. Even though Madi wasn't planning on getting a girl that night, she still wanted options.

As they sat there, drinking, Katrina caught looks coming her way from the gorgeous hostess. She had a magical aura that Katrina found absolutely hypnotizing. She had long locks of golden hair and a golden headband. The hostess looked mysterious, she wore ankle high boots, tight high-waist jeans and a top that showed off her perfect cleavage. She smiled at her. Katrina felt nervous. The first thing she though of was to make her jealous.

Katrina turned to Madi and explained this to her. Madi understood exactly what was to be done. She put her hand on Katrina's thigh and began to stroke it in and out while she gave her a puff of her cigarette to smoke out of her hand. She did this with such seduction and the same piercing eye glare that Katrina knows all too well. For a second she forgot all about the hostess and instinctively stroked Madi's hair behind her ear while softly pulling her hair just like she knows she likes. Madi's eyes closed for a second too long and Katrina knew that she was completely turned on by this move. They both looked like they were enjoying each other's company as Madi continued to stroke Katrina's thigh closer to her ass that she loves so much. The closer Madi got to her ass, the harder Katrina pulled her hair and softly scratched behind her ear.

Just when things were getting a little too hot for the both them, Katrina looked at Madison and said, "I think it's working baby, your work here is done. Thank you." Surprised at how abruptly Katrina left her hanging, Madi blinked twice and said, "no problem, we're jut trying to have a new kind of fun tonight!"

The hostess started to make her way through the crows towards Katrina. It worked.

She smiled at the both of them but was standing a little too close to Katrina. She smiled at her and asked where she was from claiming that she was too curious not to know. Katrina reached out and stroked the hostess's arm and charmingly told her that she should probably know her name before telling her all these things about herself. At this point, Madison announced that she would go get more drinks to give them some time alone. The hostess introduced herself by putting both arms on Katrina's shoulders bringing her close and whispering her name in her ear, "Hailey."

At this point, Katrina was definitely feeling her. She put her arm around her waist and told her it was a beautiful name. Hailey asked her if she smoked and when Katrina nodded, they both went outside the bar, away from all the people, to smoke. Katrina put a cigarette in her mouth as Hailey held out her hands to light it for her. Their eyes met in a seductive moment of give and take. Katrina then proceeded to tell Hailey that she thinks having someone light your cigarette for you is one of the sexiest things. Upon hearing this, Hailey blushed and said, "well then. Your welcome."

She was pretty cheeky.

As they stood there talking, each girl was slowly analyzing the other's soft lips, hair flips, the look in their eyes, and how they smile and the things they laugh at. They were really beginning to see the sparks. Now that they were closer to each other, Katrina could notice Hailey's hazel eyes, her favorite! She quickly interrupted her and admitted, "Oh my God. I'm really sorry to interrupt you like this, but you're talking and all I could focus on are your beautiful eyes. Has anyone every told you how gorgeous your hazel eyes are?" Hailey just looked at her surprised that she even noticed her eye color, she bit her lip and felt like Katrina was one of a kind.

After being stared at by Hailey like that Katrina began to think she had said something wrong so she looked away nervously. Before she could turn her gaze back towards Hailey, she felt her step uncomfortably close to her and grabbing her by her waist. Katrina quickly responded by telling her that it was just a compliment and that she had never done this before. Hailey told her she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to but that it feels too right to ignore.

Katrina whispered, "yeah but this is not fair. Who told you I loved to be grabbed by the waist like that? You're playing all the right cards, how can I say no?"

Hailey pulled her closer and allowed her lips to linger close to Katrina's, and waited for her to make a decision. No longer able to control the feeling, Katrina let her lips touch Hailey's, still unsure, Hailey didn't kiss back and let her lips be controlled by Katrina's. Little did she know that was Katrina's forte; she loved to be in control. Katrina stroked Hailey's back ever so slowly but quickly got into the groove. They were both kissing passionately now with Katrina letting her hands slip under her shirt lightly scratching Hailey's back all the way down to her ass and thigh pulling her leg closer and squeezing just enough to feel her squeal in her arms. Between her heavy breathing Hailey asked Katrina if she was sure she had never done this before, but all Katrina could do was nod to say yes.

Now that Hailey felt that Katrina had finally made her decision, she reached for her legs, which she noticed to be very toned and stroked up to her thigh and up her dress. She stopped her hands at Katrina's big, firm ass to make sure that she wouldn't mind. When Katrina noticed what she was doing, she took Hailey's hands and closed on them telling her to squeeze however much she wants. Hailey tugged Katrina's thong upwards pushing it deeper into her ass. Katrina moved with the rhythm and let out a big gasp to which Hailey silenced with a deep kiss and her tongue intensely pushing against Katrina's mouth.

Now Hailey was in control.

Hailey pushed Katrina up against the wall and held her head in her hands while her left hand felt over Katrina's entire body under her dress. When she got to her thong again, she softly tugged on her hair and moved her hand around the front of it. These two simultaneous movements caused Katrina's eyes to roll back into her head because she knew what was going to happen and the anticipation caused her to get a little too excited. Hailey stroked up and down Katrina's creases only to discover that she was soaking wet. To this she smiled and bit Katrina's bottom lip and told her to grab on tight. She slid one hand down her thong and stroked her soft shaved pussy to tease her and quickly removed it. Katrina's eyes gave a pleading look to which Hailey told her not to worry.

Hailey got on her knees and Katrina held on to her head giving her seductive strokes alternating between fingers and nails softly enough to know that Hailey was getting a nice passionate head massage.

On her knees, Hailey stroked up and down Katrina's thighs making her beg harder. She then stopped at her thong and slowly pulled it to the side with her teeth. Feeling Hailey's lips on her vagina made her squirm a little in anticipation of what was to come. Hailey gave her little pussy one deep kiss and then sucked on her clit with such immense passion that Katrina started to beg for mercy. After she felt Katrina had had enough of that, Hailey licked her softly from the very bottom of her vagina all the way to the top where she flicked her tongue so fast that Katrina's hips started to move just as fast. Then Hailey held her hips down and sucked her clit once again. She drove Katrina insane. She would suck and let go, suck and let go, and suck and let go until she felt Katrina was close to coming, and then she stopped. Katrina was breathing heavily but incredibly frustrated at the same time. Hailey then came up to look Katrina in the eye and tell her she wanted to see her face when she comes. She unzipped the front of Katrina's dress to squeeze her boob as she stroked her quivering pussy first around the edges, then on her clit. Hailey kissed her so hard right before she stuck her middle finger into Katrina's pussy and while still rubbing on her clit she felt that Katrina was close to the edge. "It's okay to scream baby, let it out as loud as you want I got you."

To these re assuring words and with Hailey's fingers still rubbing and stroking her clit and her hard nipples, Katrina gave a loud moan into Hailey's mouth as she quivered in her arms. As soon as this happened Hailey grabbed her by the waist, pulled her close to her as they grinded and kissed. Katrina breathed heavily into Hailey's mouth as she sucked on her bottom lip explaining that she is still recovering from that amazing orgasm. Hailey smiled and licked the side of her neck all the way to her ear.

To this rhythm, Katrina whispered in Hailey's ear, "you're fucking amazing. I want to thank you well for what you just did for me." Then she softly bit Hailey's ear and sucked on it before she made her way down to her neck and sucked on a spot right next to her shoulder. She let her teeth grind from her neck down to her exposed cleavage. They were on each other like wild animals at this point.

Katrina pulled Hailey's top and bra down and kissed all the way down to her nipple. She licked around the nipple knowingly teasing her. Then she locked lips with her nipple and sucked on them until she felt Hailey breath hard against her neck. She squeezed her left boob with her hand while she sucked on the right one, and while she was alternating she smoothly slipped one had down to rub against Hailey's already soaking pussy. She aggressively pulled the zipper down and pulled the button apart. Hailey was pleasantly surprised at Katrina's strength. She slid her hands into the backside of Hailey's panties and pulled her ass up and scratched her back up and down again. She pulled her leg up against her again and grinded against her semi exposed vagina until Hailey was moaning uncontrollably. Then they switched places as she turned her around and pinned her up against the wall. Katrina gave Hailey a seductive smile and told her to relax as she got down on her knees.

Letting her hands slide down Hailey's body, Katrina went down to greet her long awaiting pussy. She pulled her jeans and panties off, lifted her left leg over her shoulder. She spread her wet pussy with her fingers as she kissed her exposed clit just as Hailey had done for her. She licked her clit in a circular motion while squeezing Hailey's boob. Hailey was still tugging on Katrina's hair in amazement at how well she was doing, which turned Katrina on even more!

Katrina sucked on Hailey's vagina and stuck her tongue in her hole while still rubbing her clit. This made Hailey moan so hard. So she continued flick her fingers around her clit and sticking her tongue in and out faster and faster. The heavier Hailey's breathing got, the slower Katrina licked just to tease her. Hailey pulled Katrina's hair and begged her to let her come. But Katrina stood up and led Hailey's hands down to her vagina and told her she wanted her to guide her fingers while making herself come. Surprised but turned on by this request, Hailey quickly complied.

She put her hand on Katrina's while she held her other hand and stroked her pussy. Hailey guided Katrina's hands up and down her clit so fast while she sucked on her tongue that she quickly came close to coming. Katrina tightened her grasp on her pussy and made long passionate strokes as she came hard in her hand. Katrina was still cupping Hailey's vagina when she came and kissed her long and hard until she was done.

Hailey pulled her hair back and screamed out Katrina's name. "Are you SURE this was your first time with a girl? FUCK!"

Katrina smiled and told her she was a fast learner. Hailey pulled Katrina closer and stroked her hair back as she kissed her passionately.



The Visitor



He felt nervous, probably more nervous than he had ever felt before, he knew he was stupid to have ever let it go as far as this, but somehow he just hadn't been able to stop himself. He'd placed the chair in the centre of the lounge as he'd been told and now he sat on the settee looking at it, waiting. Waiting for the text message that he feared would come, yet still somehow in a madly excited anticipation, fuelling that growing fear that was gnawing inside his stomach. 

He sat there, dressed in the things he'd been told to wear, the silky panties, tights, bra, petticoat and the dress, just as he'd been told. It had been exciting then, being told to dress like this, he'd been so aroused by it, thrilled by being told, by obeying and dressing up like that and the submissiveness it made him feel. 

But now, now as he sat there on the settee looking at the chair in the middle of the room, he felt foolish, foolish and afraid. Afraid of what he'd idiotically agreed to do.

His phone was in his trembling fingers, his palms hot, perspiring against it, waiting for the text, afraid, wanting it to come and yet not wanting it to come too, His cheeks felt flushed his head full of recriminations. This was wrong, he shouldn't do this, he really shouldn't do this.

The bleep when it came was sudden, it made him jump, his heartbeat leaping to the sound, almost dropping the phone in his fright. He opened the message, his fingers trembling in an extension of the fear that was gripping him, his head buzzing as he read the message.

"Have you done what I've told you to do?" there was no signature, just the one anonymous questioning line, no room for discussion.

Trying to text in an attempt to stop his fingers from trembling in a tarantella on the screen and correcting his misspelled mistakes as he wrote his short reply, then he stopped and hovered over the send button. He should ignore it, not send it, just forget it all, there was still time to stop all this. He was breathing swiftly, panting, the fear fuelling his nervousness. He glanced down at the phone again, resolving not to send it, but then the heat from his trembling finger barely touching the screen triggered the reply and in a screaming anguish inside his head he saw it as it was sent. 

He got up wringing his hands, the fear growing and growing inside him, he couldn't do this, he couldn't, he just couldn't go ahead with it, he already felt humiliated by the very thought. His mobile beeped again in speedy response raising his already frantic heartbeat to even greater heights, he was almost too terrified to read that next text, yet deep down that arousal fuelled by that mixture of emotions was making him tingle wantonly between his legs.

Quivering he opened the next message

"Go to the front door, unlock it and stand in the hall with your back to it, text when you are waiting for me, then put your phone down on the floor and stand with your eyes closed. Don't disobey me if you know what's good for you."

There was a roaring sound in his ears, his face burning, his insides a turmoil. He should lock all the doors and run upstairs to hide, call the police even, or at least ignore that text. He walked on legs of jelly into the hallway drawn as if by some controlling force, slowly to the front door. He looked at the yale lock his pulse pounding in his ears, not wanting to, yet somehow unable to stop himself he reached out his truly trembling hand to it. He was too scared to look out of the window, his eyes focussed on the lock, battling with his own mind which was telling him, shouting at him, screaming at him to stop, not to do it. 

His fingers touched the handle and letting out a tiny whimper he clicked it down unlocking it, the thumping of his heart seemingly increasing to the sound. Turning away from the door in mental anguish, knowing he mustn't, he couldn't, he shouldn't, this was wrong yet still he was unable to stop himself following the instructions. His reply was short, one word, his fingers, his brain, trembling too much to think more. "ok". He quaveringly put the phone down on the floor by his stocking clad feet and stood there, eyes tightly shut, shaking, listening for every minute sound.

This is the first part of this short description of the experience I went through, please let me know if you want to hear the rest of my story.

Leanne x



The Visitor



It was Friday and I was just finishing up at the office. As I was finishing my husband Ted called me and asked if it was OK to bring a friend home for dinner. It was kind of odd as he had never really done this before. We'd had friends over but usually we discussed it ahead of time and made plans together. This was different. 

I asked who the friend was and Ted just said, "Someone from work." 

I thought I knew all his work friends. Not quite sure what was going on I said OK and asked what time they'd be here. We set dinner for 7:00. Just as we said our goodbyes. 

Ted jumped in and said. "Wear something pretty. I love you," and hung up. 

I looked around the kitchen. I had planned on making a light pasta and grain hot dish with a cold salad. I thought about cooking meat, but it was hot out, I had plenty, and this was almost ready. I went about finishing dinner. As I did I thought about the call. Why today was he bringing home a stranger. 

My mind slipped to last night. My husband and I making love. One of the fantasies we'd been discussing is another man. Ted has often told me he wanted to see me with another man. I've always said no. However the more he talked about it, the more curious I became. 

He had brought up this fantasy a while ago. I thought he was crazy. However after thinking about it I became curious if this was normal. One day, while Ted was at work, I looked up the fantasy online. I was amazed to see how many men shared the fantasy. There were whole sections of erotic literature devoted to the topic. I spent hours reading story after story. By the time Ted got home I jumped him in the living room and fucked his brains out. He had no clue what was going on but enjoyed the ride. 

After, he asked what had gotten into me. I told him about the stories. He asked if I wanted to try it, but I refused. I admit the idea got me wet, but I was not ready for that step. 

This fantasy became part of our love making. Ted would be fucking me and saying things like "I bet you'd love another cock in your mouth. "Or I'd be on my knees giving him a BJ and he'd say "Mmmmm, you'd look great with a cock pounding you from behind."

I loved the images. They made me hot and always made me cum. I would think about them during the day. Lots of times I would read stories and make myself cum. Sometimes I would read stories out loud to Ted as he ate my pussy. I would cum all over his face.

Last night tho, last night was different. It started out the same. Ted saying how hot I'd look, but I just couldn't get the image out of my mind. I really wanted to feel a cock fucking me. I wanted to look into Ted's eyes as I was being pounded from behind. 

Ted was straddling my face, his cock in my mouth. He reached down and pulled my legs up. "Imagine me holding your legs open like this while he fucks you." 

I came hard at those words. The more he fucked me the more I let go. In the throes of some of the strongest orgasms I ever had I told him I'd fuck anybody he wanted. 

Now Ted was bringing a stranger home for dinner. My pussy tingled wondering what was going on. I doubted it had anything to do with our fantasy but I now had a little fantasy going on in my head that kept me on edge as I made dinner. 

I wondered what he looked like. I wondered what his arms felt like. I wondered if he was a good kisser. At one point I leaned against the counter, slid my fingers in my panties and made myself cum. Oh my god, I thought, I'm becoming such a slut. 

Dinner was ready so I ran upstairs to shower and change. As I got undressed I looked at myself in the mirror. Ted and I were still in our 20s and looked good. I was 5' tall and about 100lbs. I had to admit I looked good. I liked the way men looked at me in a bikini or short skirt. 

I jumped in the shower. I had to admit I spent extra time on my breasts and pussy. I wondered if Ted's friend would like the way I looked. Every once in a while I'd catch myself and remind myself it's just dinner. 

I got out of the shower and thought about what to wear. Ted said something pretty. That could mean anything. I went to my lingerie drawer and pulled out a matching thong and bra. It was one of Ted's favorites. I figured if I had a chance I'd give him a sneak peek during the evening. The thong was pink and white and tied at the sides in little bows. The bra matched and just barely covered my nipples. 

My mind slipped and wondered if our dinner guest would think it was sexy if he could see it. The thought made me wet and I quickly pushed it from my mind. I grabbed a little white sleeveless top. It had 3 buttons at the top when I pulled it on it stopped just above my naval. I left the buttons undone and looked at myself. I wondered what Ted would think if I met him and his friend at the door wearing just this and heels. I was surprised by how much I liked the idea. 

I knew there was no way I'd do it. I looked for a skirt. The denim one that Ted liked so much caught my eye. It barely covered my ass. If I walked you could see some ass cheek. The top of it rested on my hips leaving 4 inches of belly between my shirt and my skirt. I put on a pair of white heels and checked myself out. I looked hot. Not slutty, but hot. I again wondered what Ted's friend would think. 

I went downstairs and set the table. I was aware of how much my skirt slid up every time I bent over. I was enjoying it and wondering what Ted would say. 

I heard the door open and Ted yell for me. He spotted me before his friend did. Ted's jaw dropped. He quickly recovered and gave me a huge smile. As he did his friend walked in. Truthfully, his friend was nothing special. He looked to be late 40s. I found out later he was 10 years older. He was a nice looking man, but not the kind you want to chase home. 

Ted introduced him as Dave. Dave shook my hand and said, "I'd always known Ted had a beautiful wife. I did not understand how beautiful."

The comment made me blush, but I liked it and admit, on first impressions I liked Dave. I asked Dave in and seated him in the living room. Dave had brought 3 bottles of wine so I opened one to start before dinner. 

The conversation flowed smoothly. Dave was a complete gentleman. Witty, smart, and flirty. He knew just when to complement me. I found myself showing off a bit. Bending over where both guys could see me. Sitting with my legs not quite together. Dave's compliments got a bit bolder. He did not always address me. 

He would say to Ted, "wow your wife's legs are fantastic. You are a lucky man."

Ted would agree and sometimes egg him on, "She's got an amazing ass too."

Dave "oh, I agree. I keep hoping to see more of it". 

I kind of liked being talked about like I was not in the room. I was loving the attention. I replied to Dave, "I bet you would."

He said, "Absolutely." 

Maybe it was the wine but I stood, flipped my skirt up for a second and said, "There," and walked in the kitchen. 

Both men started protesting. I was loving it. 

We sat down for dinner. Dave sat next to me and Ted across from me. As we chatted and laughed Dave and I would reach out and touch each other. Just flirty. Nothing wild. 

All of a sudden I felt Dave's hand in my thigh. It was electric. I stopped talking. Ted asked me if I was OK. I looked at him and could see he knew where Dave's hand was. 

I looked at Dave and he said to Ted, "Your wife has such soft skin."

Ted said, "Yes she does. It's amazing." 

I could not believe this, a hand on my thigh and they're discussing how soft my skin is. The amazing thing was, I was loving it. I actually said thank you. 

I looked at Dave and said, "Glad you like it". 

That was it. I knew tonight was going somewhere. I did not know where. Dave's hand slid up and down my inner thigh. Sometimes we talked about normal stuff, sometimes Dave would compliment Ted on how sexy I was. I was enjoying letting go. I liked that Ted could stop Dave at anytime. That meant whatever happened was up to him. 

Dave's hands pulled my short skirt up to my waist. He could see my panties. He told Ted I had very sexy panties on. Ted asked which ones and Dave described them. Ted said they were his favorite pair. 

We finished dinner and I started to clean up. Ted and Dave got up and helped me carry dishes into the kitchen. We made short work of them and poured some more wine. Ted was sitting at the kitchen table. I was standing behind the counter facing him. Dave was behind the counter with me drying the last few dishes. 

When he finished he came up behind me, put his hands on my waist, and pulled me to him. He kissed my cheek and thanked me. 

He said "Dinner and a sexy hostess. What more could I want?" 

He then looked at Ted and said. "This woman is so hot. I've been dying to feel that ass all night." 

Ted said, "I understand. I feel the same way."

Next thing I know Dave's arm went around my waist pulling me to him and his hand slid up my skirt onto my ass. 

Wow. What a feeling. I'm standing behind a counter, looking at my husband, while hidden from his view his friend is stroking my ass. It was hot, scary, and making me squirm. 

Then making sure there was no doubt what he was doing, Dave said to Ted, "Oh yeah Ted this ass feels amazing."

Ted just raised his glass as if to toast us and took a drink. 

Now I was really getting wet. We'd talked about this, but this was real. This stranger had his hand on my ass. Something said I should turn and slap him but something naughty in me couldn't wait to see what happens next. 

Dave whispered in my ear. Well kind of a whisper. It was loud enough for Ted to hear. "Do you want me to stop?" 

In my head I was saying stop. I was thinking I should not be doing this. I'm a married woman. 

What came out, very quietly, was, "No." 

That wasn't enough for Dave. "What did you say?" He asked. 

I said, "No," again. This time louder. 

"No what?" Was the reply. 

Oh my god. Was he really going to make me say it? "No what?" He said again. 

inlooked at my husband. I knew we were crossing a line. I felt so naughty. I liked the feeling. Looking in my husband's eyes I said, "No, I don't want you to stop feeling my ass." Just saying that made me wet. 

Dave went on, "What kind of girl likes to have her ass played with on front of her husband?" 

Only one word came to mind. I didn't answer. Dave whispered in my ear. "It's OK. Let her out. It's what Ted wants. Its what I want. You know it's what you want."

He was right. I wanted to let go. I wanted to be the girl I shouldn't be. 

Dave had one arm around my waist, his other hand was exploring my ass, getting closer and closer to my pussy. He was whispering in my ear how sexy I was. How beautiful. 

He repeated, "What kind of girl?"

It was too much. I knew what I wanted to be. "A slut," I said, "A naughty little slut."

As I said it i spread my legs to give Dave better access to my pussy. The moment his fingers touched my clit I had my first orgasm. Right there. Standing behind the counter. My husband could only see me from the waist up. I was looking straight at him. I came on Dave's fingers. 

"That's a good little girl," He said.

That actually made me happy. 

Next I felt a tug at the strings of my panties. They tied on the side and came loose. Dave took them and put them on the counter. I kept my eyes locked with my husband. He saw the panties. He knew that behind the counter my pussy was completely exposed. The thought of him knowing but not able to see combined with Dave expertly playing with my pussy made me cum again. 

Dave, "Do you like my fingers in your pussy?"

Me, "Yes."

Dave, "Yes what?"

Me, "Yes, I love the way your fingers feel in my pussy. I love how you make me cum."

Behind the counter Dave unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out of it. Dave picked it up and put it on the counter. 

Looking at my husband Dave said, "You're right this is an amazing ass. She looks so fuckable." 

Ted just watched. He could only see me from the waist up. 

Dave said, "Are you ready?"

I knew this was it. I was going to do what my husband wanted. Worse yet. What I wanted. 

I leaned over the counter and spread my legs. 

Dave said, "What do you want? 

"I want you to fuck me," I said

Dave teased me. "In Front of your husband? What kind of girl fucks in front of her husband?" 

I knew how to answer this time, and truthfully it turned me on saying it. "Yes, fuck me in front of my husband. Show him I'm your slut. Take my Pusey!" 

I heard his zipper. I felt his cock against my pussy. I could not see it but the crown felt as big as a ping pong ball. Maybe bigger. It was the biggest cock I ever had. Well at least out of the 3 I'd had. I felt full, I felt dirty, I felt slutty, I felt free. As soon as he got it all the way in me I came again. 

Dave said to Ted, "Man she's got a great pussy. She's dripping all over me."

Then to me, "Tellt him how it feels. Tell him who you are."

"Oh Ted," I said. "I've never felt so full in my life. I love his cock. I want to come on it again and again."

The idea that Ted could only see me from the waist up was a turn on. I started fucking Dave back as hard as he was fucking me. 

Dave told me he was about to cum. 

I started screaming, "Fuck me. Fill me with your cum in front of my husband. Show him what a slut I am fill my cunt with cum." 

Oh my god! Did I say cunt? I never use that word, but it just sounded so right. 

Dave started to cum. I could feel it squirting inside me. There was so much I could feel it being forced back out and dripping down my legs. The feeling was intense. I came again. Dave's cock popped out of me. 

He looked at Ted and said, "This little slut sure can fuck."

I felt proud of myself. Dave went to sit down next to Ted. I was still behind the counter 1/2 naked cum dripping down my thighs. 

Dave said, "Come over here. Show your husband how slutty you look." 

I came around the counter. Pussy exposed, cum on my pussy, dripping down my thighs. David made me kneel in front of him. 

He said, "Clean me up."

I started licking and sucking his cock clean. 

He looked at Ted and said, "Sloppy seconds?" 

Ted did not hesitate. He got behind me and stuck his cock in my pussy. I came immediately. 

*****

Your feedback is appreciated.



The Visitor



She seemed like such a sweet girl, the kind that makes corruption all the more compelling. 

But at best that thought was just a random intrusion, the kind you wave away to avoid distraction from friends who live beyond the boundary.

I was only in town overnight and we agreed to spend the evening at dinner. Obviously I'd entertained other ideas, and we had flirted a little at work and online but those limits had been established in our first few meetings and we had never really tested them again. 

She arrived early at my hotel room while I was still recovering from a long day of meetings.

And she looked pretty in that short green dress, something I noted with interest that she enjoyed being told.

I needed a shower so I told her to make herself comfortable. As I closed the door to the bathroom, instinctively I went to lock it. But I didn't. Not that I expected anything to come of it, I was more curious, or maybe I just wondered about those boundaries after all.

In the shower I felt the usual dramas of the business day wash away as the warm water cascaded around me. And even though I glanced at the door handle for any evidence of unexpected possibility, I knew that was not going to happen. 

Nor was I disappointed since I enjoyed our friendship and the unspoken accommodation we had made with each other over the months.

I changed into my grey slacks, and a comfortable light blue cotton shirt and let myself back into the main bedroom.

My belt was done up but my shirt was unbuttoned and I felt slightly self conscious when I remembered I had a visitor if only because I didn't want to embarrass her.

She lay on the bed wearing only black panties, a cheeky smile and a pair of leather wrist straps which she had wrapped around the bed head. Her clothes were folded neatly on the top of the dresser drawers in the corner.

I felt the power of my arousal immediately and her smiled widened as she watched the impact on me.

My eyes feasted upon that young supple body and she clearly enjoyed my attention. 

Slowly, wordlessly I crossed to the end of the bed and very deliberately ran the tips of my fingers up along the bare flesh on the back of her legs only turning my hand over when I reached the delicious twin mounds of her sculptured behind. 

I took a handful of firm flesh and squeezed, delighting in the ripeness. Her eyes closed and a small sigh escaped her mouth.

Lazily her hand reached back and felt my growing erection through my pants. 

"Take them off," she said.

I looked into her eyes. I was all hunger now, but I made no attempt to get undressed. 

Instead I took both her ankles in my hands and pulled her body until she was at full stretch, with her arms now extended and the leather straps of her cuffs taut from the tension.

The look on her face held equal measures of uncertainty and desire as I lent into her and whispered coarsely in her ear, "When you're the girl in the cuffs you don't get to make the rules. You just get to obey them."

I stood beside the bed and slowly unthreaded my black leather belt and her eyes were all hunger as I doubled it over in my hands and took a firm grip of it in my right hand. 

Staring at her and smiling with equal measures of lust and cruelty I brought the belt down with a firm slap on the mattress beside her. I wanted her to imagine the power in my arms and wrists before I brought it to bear on that soft white flesh.

The next few moments of silence were punctuated only by her shallow breathing.

The sound the belt it made the first time its stung her firm fleshy buttocks brought a satisfying grin to my lips, and a little tear to her eyes. 

Softly, I rubbed those sweet, reddening little cheeks as the welt started to rise on her skin.

Her eyes closed over and she writhed just a little, then she whispered just loud enough for me to hear, and her voice broken with hesitancy, "Do it again."

I leant in and bit on her soft little ear lobe, just enough to make my point.

Then I stood up again, walked to the desk and picked up the phone. 

"Room service please. An ice bucket. A bottle of champagne. And strawberries and cream please..."

"Yes that's right ," I told the voice on the phone while my eyes devoured the promising feast laid out on my bed before me, "I have a taste for the sweetest things tonight."



The Visitor



Matthew didn't know what just happened. One minute he was getting up from the office chair to get another cup of coffee, then he suddenly found himself standing in a room he did not recognize. Looking around, he could see it was a living room, but it wasn't his. What the heck's going on, he wondered.

It was then that a door opened and someone entered the living room. Matthew immediately recognized her from both the picture and his fantasies; Stacy! This can't be happening, he thought as Stacy removed her jacket and began to walk towards him. For a moment he thought she was going to yell or even hit him as he was an intruder in her home, but she continued walking and passed completely through him as if he wasn't there!

Grabbing at himself in shock, Matthew was horrified. He could feel that he was real, but she had not seen him, and went through him like people do with ghosts in the movies. Turning around, he raced after Stacy as she disappeared into the kitchen. He called her name repeatedly, but to no avail. Trying to touch her shoulder only made his hand disappear into her body, and he yanked it out in shock. When Stacy had finished pouring herself a drink, she once more stepped through him as she walked away.

Okay Kreiner, Matthew told himself, get a grip. Something's not right. Maybe if I really concentrate on being seen she may see me. With it being his only hope, he followed Stacy.

* * *

Stacy couldn't remember the last time she had the house to herself. With her sister looking after the kids for the night and her husband away for two days at the conference, she had a much-needed night to herself. Entering the bathroom, she kicked off her shoes and released her hair from its bun to cascade over her shoulders and back. The first thing she wanted was a warm relaxing shower. Pulling off her shirt, she tossed it atop the laundry hamper and began undoing the bra. Free from their imprisonment, her breasts swayed happily while she undid the slacks, allowing the soft material to pool around her ankles before kicking them off onto her other clothes. Her socks quickly followed.

Starting the water running, Stacy moved before the full-length mirror to look herself over from head to toe. She couldn't help running her hands lightly over her breasts, down across her tummy, and finally onto her panty-clad buttocks, a confident smile blossoming on her lips. Turning first one way, then the other, her smile grew. She still had it, and damn she had it good. Facing away from the mirror but looking over her shoulder, she wiggled her derriere at the woman in the mirror, laughing at her own antics. I'd better be careful, she thought gleefully. If I keep this up then I'm going to have all the males in town breaking down my door like a pack of ravenous wolves. As the room was beginning to fill with steam, she put her glasses down on the sink counter and began lowering her panties.

* * *

Staring with a slack jaw, Matthew couldn't believe he was watching Stacy disrobe standing not three feet away! Her back was to him as she bent over at the waist and peeled her panties off, her buttocks almost touching his denim-clad groin. Moving leisurely, she stepped into the shower, drawing the curtain behind her. Swallowing hard, Matthew timidly followed, experimenting with passing his head through the curtain. Sure enough it was like he was a ghost. Feeling a little more confidants, he stepped into the shower behind Stacy, the water going through him effortlessly.

Watching Stacy lathering herself with soap was making Matthew lightheaded. Her hands rubbed the foaming soap on her soft skin in circles, eyes shut as she enjoyed the sensations. He was so close he could nearly feel the heat of her body, but yet couldn't physically touch her. It was with surprise he realized he had a raging erection, so intent on watching Stacy had he been.

After soaping her back, Stacy turned to lather her lower front while her back rinsed off in the spray. Moving with purpose, yet possessed of a grace all their own, her hands worked the soap along her thighs and calves before caressing each foot individually. Matthew couldn't keep his hand from the front of his jeans, rubbing the bulge tenting out the denim. When Stacy was finished with her feet, she stood erect once again. With soft movements, she began to clean her vagina. Looking at Stacy's most intimate part, Matthew was in awe at how smooth and beautiful the vulva and hood were. Crouching down before her, he watched as her fingers massaged her lips, parting them slightly as she soaped her swelling labia. Squeezing the throbbing bulge in his pants, he wasn't sure he could hold back from coming before she was done showering.

With a suddenness that nearly left Matthew on his butt, Stacy whirled around and rinsed herself quickly in the steaming spray before shutting off the water. Grabbing a huge towel and wrapping herself in it as she stepped from the shower, she was out of the bathroom wrapping her hair in another towel before he could recover fully. Unsure where she had gone, he ran literally through rooms looking for her. His sigh of relief was audible when he finally found her in what was obviously her bedroom.

* * *

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Stacy rubbed her towel-clad hair and sighed. A hot shower always did the trick to relax her. Though she tried contemplating what to make for dinner, her mind couldn't stay focused. Rather, the tingling in her lower belly, a feeling that was slowly becoming a warm heat, distracted her. Pausing in her drying, she squeezed her thighs together a little harder, drawing a breath as a bolt of pleasurable sensation shot through her. Although she was obviously horny, she scolded herself. You should have something to eat first, she told herself sternly. There's time later for that. With that she resumed drying her hair.

Stacy's thoughts drifted to the computer and the chat room she frequented. Maybe she would go on, see if Arctic Fox was on later. One side of her lips quirked up in a grin. That Matthew was a different one all right. Tossing the hair towel aside, she pulled the huge towel from around her and began drying off her legs one at a time. I wonder what he's doing? As she finished one leg, she couldn't help letting a small laugh escape. If he were to see her right now, he'd have a heart attack because all his blood would go from his heart to his erection. Although, she pondered, it might be fun having him here.

Done with her leg, Stacy leaned back on one arm and smiled as she parted her thighs. If Matthew were here he would certainly be getting an eyeful. Almost without conscious thought, her hands went to her breasts, finding the nipples having already become erect. Yes, she thought, Matthew would love my breasts. Rolling the nipples gently in her fingers, she closed her eyes and brought her thighs together again, inhaling sharply from the pleasure it caused. He would suckle them lovingly, taking each nipple gently in his teeth and tugging ever so carefully on them. As she fantasized this the heat in her belly moved to her groin, becoming a fire of growing need. Dinner and the computer were unimportant now.

Wiggling back on the bed until she was lying completely atop the sheets, Stacy continued tweaking the nipple of her left breast while her other hand moved lower. She almost giggled aloud when she touched her bellybutton. Matthew and that cold fox nose of his! As her hand drew even lower her legs parted on they're own, one bending upright while the other shifting to leave her vagina exposed. Already she could feel herself becoming wet with desire, the lips now swollen and tender. With infinite tenderness she ran her fingers over the vulva. When her now wet fingers drew back up, she sighed as they discovered her engorged clitoris emerging slightly from beneath the hood. Moving her thumb to roll her passion bud around, her fingers went back to exploring her pussy, pulling the shaven lips apart to feel the swollen labia and the nectar of her womanhood weeping from her. Soon she worked a finger in-between her lips, gasping at the burst of pleasure it brought. Oh god, she cried silently, I need this!

* * *

If someone had a feather, they could have knocked Matthew over with it. Standing at the bedside, he stared with jaw agape at the beautiful woman indulging in the ecstasy of self-pleasure. He could see every inch of her body, hear every little moan that escaped her and the passionate sounds of her fingers working in and out of herself, breath in the aroma of arousal that was like the perfume of love. He couldn't hold back any longer, and furiously fought to undo his belt and jeans. Pulling the jeans and briefs down to mid-thigh, he grabbed his throbbing cock and began stroking it. A small groan would be uttered as his fingers slid from the swollen head down to the thicker base and back again, his other hand cupping his balls and pulling the scrotum taunt over and over.

Stacy's hand on her breast moved to join the other at the juncture of her now wet thighs, holding her lips apart as she played with her clit, having now two fingers massaging inside her vagina. Matthew pumped his cock faster, having never felt it so hard, to the point it was almost painful to stroke. The head and shaft were reddish from the erection, and it pulsated in his hand, his orgasm nearing with astonishing speed. Never removing his eyes from Stacy, he stroked the meaty stick even harder, pumping his hips furiously as he grunted and gasped loudly, grateful he couldn't be heard. Balls tightening up against the base of his cock, he didn't even notice his jeans dropping around his feet, the briefs remaining at his knees now.

On the bed Stacy was about to reach climax herself, thrusting her buttocks off the bed as she writhed and cried with the building orgasm. Faster she fingered her tight pussy; the bed beneath her soaked now in her own nectar. Then it hit like a lightning bolt out of the blue, her orgasm slamming through her in furious waves. She screamed aloud but kept fingering herself as more and more passion fluid soaked her hands, thighs and bed, rocking side to side with thighs clamped together as she was lost to the ecstasy.

Seeing this, Matthew's own orgasm came. With an incredibly loud groan and whimpering, he nearly dropped to his knees as his cock actually thickened and pulsed. Thick ropes of milky-white semen jetted from the cock in long streamers, some landing on the bed and others on Stacy's thigh. Teeth clenched, he continued pumping as more come pulsed from his raging erection, groaning as his cock throbbed with the release. After what seemed an impossible amount of come had covered his hand and the bed in front of him, Matthew felt himself relax slightly, swaying some from being so lightheaded. Lying on the bed spent, Stacy still had her hands on her pussy, a smile on her lips.

The room began to fade around Matthew, familiar furniture of his own bedroom beginning to appear like ghost images. Realizing that he was returning back to his home, he felt his heart leaden. He didn't want to leave Stacy, but it was not his choice. At least he had spent this time with her. He only wished he could have spent it corporeal.

As Stacy began to disappear more with his own room became more substantial, and despite knowing she couldn't hear him, he called out, "Thank you." Just before Stacy disappeared altogether, Matthew saw her head come up and look directly at him.

"You're welcome," Stacy replied with a huge grin and a wink.



The Visitor



The phone rings at 11:03pm.  I buzz him in.  

You and I look at each other, unsure of how to feel or what to expect.  A minute passes. 11:05pm. I open the door to find him standing there.  He smiles and brushes past me, making his way to the couch, to you. “Eme”, he says. “We finally meet.”.  I disappear into the kitchen and pour us some drinks.  You flirt with him.  You’re nervous, but I can tell by your voice that you’re very very hungry.

He’s perfect – 6’, 195lbs - a nicely chiseled body; late 30’s.  He looks every inch the guy that you’ve fantasized about.  He’s clean-cut, Spanish – very dark, masculine, wearing tan khakis and a white polo shirt.  There’s an athletic grace to his movements. 

He reaches out to shake my hand, giving me enough of a squeeze to make me grimace.  He tells us that he just left his co-workers at the bar.  We sit around and drink and talk for a while, our new friend inching closer and closer to you with each sip.

He turns to you.. “You are absolutely beautiful”, he says  He gets up and walks over to you. He sits down beside you, caressing your shoulders.  He asks you to stand.  He moves behind you and draws you to him.

He kisses your neck, letting you feel the warmth of his breath.  You look off into some distant, inner dreamscape.  He puts his lips to your ear and whispers.  You rest your head against his shoulder.  You break into a bright smile at something he says.

I’m invisible to the two of you.  He’s kissing your body, licking from your neck up to your ear, your head tilted back, showing your pleasure.  

He reaches into your blouse and begins touching your breasts. His tongue traces the outline of your ear, whispering. I can make out only a few phrases: “….make you feel so good…”, “…deep inside…”, and, as he slides his hands down …. “…your pussy”.   

He massages your clit. You close your eyes and bite his lower lip. You turn toward him and put both arms over his big shoulders. You stand high on your toes.  

You turn to look at me.  The blush is gone.  I’m seeing a young woman who has found what she needs.  He takes your hand and brings it to his pants.  I can see the interest on your face as you feel his hard cock.  I’m stunned, in shock from a sort of sensory overload. Your pleasure is now my pleasure.

You reach down with the other hand and unzip him.  You drop to your knees and undress him.  You bring your lips close to the thick mushroom head.  You touch it and start to draw the length of it inside your mouth.  I feel an electric surge move through my body.  

He picks you up in his arms and carries you to the bedroom.

He undresses you, slowly. “Hold these”, he says .. handing me your clothes.  I’m frozen, unable to move. I watch him place you on the bed. I watch him bathe you in kisses. I watch him push his tongue inside your wet pussy. I watch him tease you … ease into you.  I watch his thick cock disappear inside.  He kisses your lips, your forehead.  “Tonight you’re mine”, he says .. as he begins to move in .. and out.

You look over at me, glassy eyed.  You feel the weight of his strong body down upon you. You’re pinned beneath as he fucks you, crossing over into that sweet spot where resistance turns to surrender.  Your mouth is pressed against his hard shoulder - your saliva mixed with his sweat. 

“Ohhhhh”, you cry. “Ohhhh, god .. yes”…

I’m standing at the doorway, my hard cock in my hand.  My entire being is trembling…

The room is drunk with passion. His every thrust has you grunting and moaning like a wild animal.  I walk to the bed, lean down and kiss your lips.

He stops for a moment.  He just looks at you.  He smiles. He knows just what to do .. how to use this moment, this ache he’s aroused in you.  He looks into your eyes and brings his face down within an inch of yours, giving you the sweetest, most gentle kiss. 

He whispers to you.  “Cum with me”, he says.

“Ohhhhh”….  

He says something in Spanish, then cums inside you.

Your body explodes in a violent orgasm, shaking the bed.  I put my cock to your lips, filling your mouth. I climb into the bed and hold you. We don’t even notice as he dresses and slips out of the apartment. Hell..  we never even knew his name.

God how I love you…



The Visitor



The sun began to streak in through the narrow window in the stonewall. I shivered and blinked, slowly waking up and pulling my fur blanket closer to my chin. Finally I felt ready to get up. Crossing the cold stone floor, I stared down into a basin of water, which was so still that I saw my reflection quite clearly. I combed my hair with a boar's bristle brush, allowing my fingers to brush across my pointed ears. I smiled at myself. Then I pulled a robe of delicate, glistening fabric over my head and adjusted the gold band the encircled my head and dark hair. A glance out the window revealed an already active kingdom full of magic and hard but happy workers.

My little silk slippers barely made a noise on the stairs as I descended, noticing all the old cracks beneath my feet. Out of boredom as I went I touched my nipples, noticing that they showed through my gowns. I felt like a sensual creature and wondered if any wandering knights would grace the elf palace this day. I had been unusually lonely lately, but not painfully so, for I was happy working my magic and helping my old father rule his people. But it had been so long since I had fancied a man or another elf, or any other creature for that matter. Several years ago, when I was 18, a wandering elf from a small village across the mountains had stayed in our town for a while. He enchanted me with his mischievous smile, long delicate fingers, and searching eyes. I visited him at night, and sometimes during the day. We lay together like petals on the same flower, our skin tingling with the passion that passed between us as we joined together in growth. Just his breathing had made my heart race. He was a wanderer though, and chose to move on. Now I was 21, and was becoming anxious to explore the world and perhaps become an adventurer. 

Later in the morning, my thoughts proved to be prophetic, for I heard hoof beats outside. I stepped out onto a balcony and discreetly watched a huge bay horse clatter to a sudden stop. Wearing chain mail and leather, the rider was young and strong. I could tell by his movements. His hair was almost black, and it was tangled from a fight, perhaps. I smiled as I imagined him battling an evil foe. Quickly I ran down to the throne room and stood beside my father, the elfin king. As I knew he would, the young man entered, walking slowly and painfully. He had round ears and solid figure. A human… He knelt before my father and said, "My name is Arius. I fought the trolls in Groveland and have fled to this place..." 

Father cut him off and said, "Are you wounded, Arius?"

"I am, my lord. I don't think it's serious."

"Breena, could you attend to Arius? There is a fresh store of herbs and poultices in the healing room cupboard."

He spoke to me. I nodded and boldly touched Arius's chin, then his hand, causing him to rise and follow me. I tried to walk elegantly. I led him down several corridors and then into a room with an open roof and luxurious pillows spread on the flat rocks that served as beds around the room. There was a fountain at one end and a glittering tree at the other. I bade him lie down on a bed. 

"Where is your wound?" I asked him quietly.

"Below my ribcage, and to the side." 

I gently removed his chain mail shirt, but left his cotton tunic and his leather armbands. I unbuckled the belt that held his sword, and pulled his pants partway down. I didn't want to embarrass him, but I had to expose the area around his wound. I looked at it. It was red, and bleeding a bit. A trail of blood trickled down his side, onto the blanket. I asked him what had made the strange wound, and he said that it was the spear of a troll. First I dipped a piece of cloth into the fountain, soaking it in the healing waters. I pressed it to his wound, and he made a little noise. I stroked his cheek to comfort him. He was very handsome, and had blue eyes. I also applied a special poultice to his wound, bandaged it, and spoke a special elfish prayer of healing. Then he spoke to me.

"I'm a bit uncomfortable in my clothes. Would you help me undress?"

I ran my eyes down the length of his body and bit my lip. I would help him, but I could not guarantee that I would refrain from helping him with a few other things after that. With a smile I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it away from his shoulders, drawing each arm out of its sleeve. I unbuckled the leather cuffs on his lower arms, and tossed them aside. I took away his belt, and dropped it to the ground. Then he arched his back, lifting his bottom away from the pillows below him. I loosened his pants and slid them downward. His penis lay against one thigh. The thick hair around it glistened slightly. I had to look away. I pulled his boots off and completely removed his pants. Kneeling beside him and staring at his ear, I whispered, "Are you more comfortable now?"

"Yes," he said under his breath, which sounded extremely sexy. I reached out and rubbed his shoulders, helping him relax. 

"Does that please you?" I asked him. He nodded and I allowed my hands to explore his torso, but avoided his wound. Then I leaned in and gently kissed his ear, allowing my hot breath to blow into the canal. He sighed heavily and I noticed his penis began to move. I kissed his ear and then his neck and cheek more passionately. He turned and kissed me right on the lips. It was warm, soft, and satisfying. I smelled him and tasted him, and continued to rub his chest. I looked down and saw that he was hard and ready for love. I looked right into his eyes stood up. He watched as I stripped layers of fabric from my skin, caressing myself as the dress fell from my breasts, then my stomach, and my legs. He said something about my beauty, and reached up to run his fingers down my hair. 

I placed one leg on each side of his hips, and knelt, leaning down to kiss his fair face. He winced in pain and I realized that this position would hurt him too much. My mind began to explore other ways that we would be able to make love. I felt desperate to experience this stranger in every way possible. His face also wore a ponderous expression. Then he carefully sat up, and pushed my shoulders down until I was on hands and knees. He was strong and did not show much pain as he inched towards me. His hands sent electricity through me as he rubbed my back and finally my breasts. His fingers reached around my backside and gently pinched my nipples. I breathed in sharply. He ran his hand down my stomach and gently placed his palm between my legs. He began to press harder, and then allowed one finger to break from the rest of his fingers so that it slid across my clitoris. I jumped a bit and he did it again. Slow circles with his finger around my bud speeded up my breathing. Then I felt him pressing against my opening from behind. He slid in easily, for I had loved before. One of his hands continued to stimulate me while the other pinched my nipples. I began to pound backwards against his pelvis. I quickly realized that this position felt divine, and it didn't take me long to release all my pleasure in a beautiful orgasm. I felt magic between us. I was waiting for him to do the same inside of me, but he stopped and lay back against the pillows. 

I sat with him, not wanted to leave his rod. But then I got up and turned around. I wrapped my hands around his large, beautiful cock and it was very slippery with my own juices as I rubbed it up and down very sensually. I lowered my face and kissed its head, then suddenly enclosed its entire length in my mouth. I sucked very hard while I looked up at his face. His eyes were closed and he breathed very quickly. His face was gripped with passion and he wrapped one of his own hands around the bottom of his penis while I licked the rest of it. Then I tasted a salty sweetness on my tongue. I swirled the fluid around in my mouth and then swallowed it deliberately. Then I lowered my mouth even more and gently licked his balls, carefully drawing each one into my mouth. He moaned and then his penis began to get limp. I pulled myself up and lay beside him, gently kissing his cheek, nose, eyes, chin, and neck. We began to talk about our pasts, presents, and futures, exploring the things that would bind us together before we slept peacefully beneath the glittering sky.

In the morning I as a bit surprised to be in the arms of a man, but then I was purely happy and comforted. I woke him gently and we rose together and dressed. I rang a silver bell and an elf came in carrying a tray with breakfast. We ate the fruit and nuts and then went for a walk outside. We passed a pasture with horses and marveled at how beautiful they looked in the morning light. I asked Arius how long he would stay.

"Not much longer. I must find the other members of my band."

"Please, allow me to come with you."

"How is that possible? Though I adore you, a woman among warriors is a burden."

"But what if I were a warrior?" I said it with such defiance that I believe he heard my dream in my voice. He silently drew his sword and handed it to me. I help it upright in front of my face and touched the blade. It was sharper than I expected and some blood sprang from my finger. He pointed to an invisible line in the air and told me to attack it. I swung the blade round and sliced through the imaginary place. 

"You handle the sword well for one of your experience"

"What experience?" I teased him. "You don't know that I've been handling blades since I was young. We all do in this kingdom. This is my chance to journey and fight, as I long to. I will accompany you, and we will have new horses and supplies. "

He couldn't argue. Especially when I approached him and pressed my hand against his groin. 

The next day I dressed in men's clothing with a shiny new shirt of chain mail. I braided my hair in a way that proudly exposed my elfin ears. Arius decided that I looked enchanting in the clothes of battle. With that we rode off, despite what my father said to me on the subject. I promised to return. We galloped across shires and allowed the wind to blow in our hair. At night we made love in the moss and laughed at the smiling stars. I had no idea what kind of adventures lay ahead, but my knight was battling closer to my heart each moment.



The Visitor



As Felicia eased into His driveway, she noticed the strange car parked next to His. For just a minute she sat, wondering whose car it could be. Then she grabbed her purse and stepped out into the cold. Snow fell in big, fat flakes and clung to her hair and coat as she made her way up the walk. At the door, she hesitated...the unmistakable sound of a woman's laugh coming from inside. With her heart pounding, she knocked on the door...three quick raps on the hard wood. Felicia counted to ten, and turned the big brass doorknob. 

In the entryway, she removed her coat and shook the snow from her hair. Placing her bag on the small table and stepping out of her shoes, she took a deep breath. It was only a few steps to the doorway of the living room and her heart caught in her throat the minute she raised her eyes to the room. He was there...in His favorite leather chair. Across from Him, on the sofa, was a beautiful woman. They were deep in conversation and Felicia remained silent...watching. The woman had tanned skin and long dark hair...the color of midnight. She wore a black skirt and red blouse, with long, high heeled boots. Her face was flawless...large dark eyes framed in thick lashes...high cheekbones...and full red lips. Blood red fingernails stood out as She motioned with Her hand and laughed again. A full, throaty laugh...some would even call it a wicked laugh. 

It was at that moment, when He looked over and saw her there. Something flickered in His eyes briefly as He called to her..."come My pet". Felicia was dazed for a moment. Did He really expect her to come to Him as she normally did in front of this woman? As she wrestled with her confusion she heard the change in His voice, "Come NOW". 

With slow but deliberate steps she moved to Him. Just before Him she slipped to her knees. In one movement she pulled her shoulders back...her breasts pressing forward against the soft fabric of her lavender dress...her hands rested on parted thighs...head held high, but eyes lowered. 

"Not nice of you to be hesitant in front of My guest, but i will allow for it that one time, My angel. This is a friend of Mine, and Her name is Diane. She is a Domme and you are to obey Her as you obey Me."

His words echoed in the room and her heart beat faster. T/they had discussed something like this before, but she had no idea it would happen tonight. Fear and excitement rippled through her body as she glanced up at Him through lush lashes. "Yes Master"


He leaned down close to her and cupped her chin in His hand...raising her face to His and kissing her lips softly "Trust in Me...and enjoy"

As soon as the words were out of His mouth the female voice filled the room..."Come girl...show Me the way to your Master's playroom"

Felicia began to rise and heard the quick order "No rising for you, slut...on your knees unless I specify otherwise...now crawl before Me."

Felicia leaned forward, supporting her upper body on her hands...and began a slow crawl...her hands and knees moving in unison as she made her way out of the living room and down the long hallway. The playroom was at the back of the house and was kept locked, but as she approached it she saw that the door had been opened and left ajar. At the entrance, she stopped and waited. The paddle landed with a 'thud' on her firm ass. "Keep going...stop in the middle of the room and rise slowly"

Once she reached the center of the room, she stood slowly. Felicia knew exactly what the Woman saw as She slowly circled her. Pink cheeks, dark green eyes, and full lips, framed by long auburn curls...a curvaceous body wrapped in lavender silk.

Diane stepped closer...Her breasts pressing firmly against Felicia's back as She reached around and unbuttoned the silk dress. As She stepped away, She pulled the dress with Her and it tossed it out of the way. Bending slowly...she pulled down Felicia's pantyhose and tossed it aside. Turning Felicia to face Her, Diane looked her in the eyes. "I am told that you can take quite a lot. W/we shall see if that is true." 

With a smile, Diane turned to the doorway and winked at Her dear Friend. Felicia's eyes darted to Him as she heard His footsteps. He walked to His chair and settled in to watch. The room was quiet for a long minute as Felicia stood in the center, her mind reeling. Fear coursed through her and mingled with the sweet anticipation she had come to know well. Nails slowly made their way down from Felicia's shoulders to her rounded breasts. Diane looked into the girl's eyes as She held her nipples between Her fingers...slowly increasing the pressure. When She noticed the change in Felicia's eyes...She held them tight and pulled both nipples out as far as She could. Felicia moaned softly and closed her eyes for a moment. Before she could open her eyes, she felt the bite of a clamp on her right nipple. Felicia inhaled sharply and barely had time to blink before the second clamp closed around her left nipple. The clamps were tight, and linked together with a thick silver chain. When Diane pulled on the chain, Felicia's cry echoed in the room. 

With a loud click, Diane attached a long leash to her collar, causing Felicia to gasp softly in surprise. "Now...you will crawl where I lead." Her voice was completely feminine but entirely commanding. Felicia lowered herself to her hands and knees and waited for the tug. The chain connecting the clamps just barely grazed the floor but would drag if she didn't keep her arms straight. Diane smiled and pulled on the leash slowly...Felicia following cautiously...biting her lip as the gentle sway of her breasts caused the clamps to tug. As She led her around the room, the pace quickened and Felicia struggled to keep up. When she faltered, the sharp sound of the paddle striking the soft skin on her ass echoed in the room. Felicia moved forward again...all thought of grace forgotten as she hurried to keep in time with the Domme leading her. 

Felicia's cheeks were nearly red from the blush creeping along her skin. The humiliation of being led along like a dog was at the same time revolting and strangely erotic. The tight and constant pressure of the clamps and chain on her nipples hovered somewhere between pleasure and pain. Each time she fell out of step or caused the leash to pull, another quick spank of the paddle landed on her ass. As her Master watched the Domme handle His girl, His arousal became obvious in His eyes. Smiling at Him, Diane stopped and Felicia realized that she had no idea where she was. 

"Rise"

Felicia rose slowly...the tug on the leash guiding her to an upright position. Diane released both clamps at the same time and rubbed her nipples...pinching and rolling them as Felicia moaned. The clamps had made her nipples sensitive, and each time they were touched, the pull was felt straight through to the core of her desire. Diane's hand grasped her hair and moved her quickly. In seconds, she found herself leaned over the sawhorse. Slowly, her arms were secured to the hooks at the base of this device she knew well. Next came her ankles...legs spread wide. Diane stepped back and took in the sight before Her...dark eyes roaming over each dip and curve of the firm body stretched for Her use. "you are quite lovely...i admit...but too pale for My taste. I think that can be remedied quickly enough."

Diane walked across the room and rummaged in Her bag. Felicia's heart beat faster with every soft click of Her heels as She approached her once again. The feel of Diane's bare hand on her ass was more powerful than Felicia would have ever imagined. The spanking consisted of short, but rapid strokes. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. Felicia tried to relax and not fight each strike but it was happening too fast. When the Domme stopped and took a step back, Felicia whimpered...not sure if it was because of the heat on her ass, or the fact that She had stopped. 

The quick whoosh of the flogger was loud in the room but didn't register in her mind until it bit into the skin on her ass. Her strokes were not as fast as Master's but just as hard. Felicia bit down on her lip to keep from crying out as tears welled up in her eyes. The Domme was relentless...Her whip landing in a steady rhythm and turning the skin on her ass bright red. From across the room, her Master shifted in His seat. Time after time the leather landed on first one cheek...then another. Felicia lost her battle and let out a loud cry as the whip moved to the tender skin where her ass meets her thighs. It took all her will not to squirm as leather met tender flesh again and again and again. Then, as quickly as She started, She stopped. 

Just when Felicia took a breath to relax, she felt long nails being raked over the hot skin of her ass. The pain shot through her and she screamed once. Diane laughed softly and scraped her nails across the burning skin once more. Then She slid Her fingers down between Felicia's legs...just along the outer lips of her cunt. "Oh my, that made you wet! You're a dirty whore...did you know that?" Felicia only whimpered. 

Diane quickly released the ankle restraints and then the wrist cuffs...helping her to stand slowly. Felicia was a bit shaky, and leaned against Diane for support. With gentle hands, Diane soothed the girl. She stroked her hair gently and pressed soft kisses to her forehead...then over her eyes...and finally...one kiss on the full lips She had been longing to taste since Felicia entered the room. 

Felicia startled when the woman's lips came to hers...but immediately wanted more. The soft, full lips were so different from any she had kissed before. When Diane parted her lips with Her tongue, Felicia moaned into the kiss. For one long minute they lost themselves in the kiss. He too was lost in their kiss, and releasing His cock from the confines of His trousers...He began to lazily stroke Himself as He watched. Tongues entwined...taking and giving as the kiss became harder...and yet still achingly soft. Felicia was floating from the passion and need in the kiss. Diane tightened Her grip on the slut and deepened the kiss for just a moment before pulling back with a smile. 

"On your knees"

Felicia slipped to her knees... the delicious ache of desire rippling through her body as she waited for what would come next. The scrape of a chair being moved was louder than usual in the quiet room. When Diane was seated in front of Felicia...She spoke.

"You took that spanking very well. I think you've earned a reward."

Felicia blinked twice...her taking in the sight of the woman before her. She had removed the skirt and blouse, and sat on the chair in a deep red corset and black thigh-high hose under Her long boots. Her legs were spread wide, leaving Her glistening cunt wide open. Felicia licked her lips...wanting so badly to taste the sweetness that was offered there. Diane grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close. 

Felicia understood immediately and parted her lips...slipping her eager tongue along Diane's wet slit. Felicia closed her eyes...the sweet taste mingling with the musky scent of Her arousal. With a sudden need, she pressed her tongue deeper within the folds to find more...taste more...explore more. When she heard Diane cry out, she plunged her tongue deeper inside...pressing it into Her hole. 

It was at that moment that she felt her Master slip His incredibly hard cock into her wet cunt. He took her quickly...sliding Himself easily into her and keeping a steady rhythm. Felicia's mind reeled...the feel of the Domme's cunt under her tongue...and the feel of her Master's hard cock inside her competing to send her over the edge. As she pressed back to meet each of His thrusts, her tongue slid deeper into Her wet cunt...then slid up to Her swollen clit. Felicia sucked it gently between her lips and stroked it with her tongue as Diane began to buck against her mouth. As she circled Her clit slowly with her tongue she glanced up at Her. Master's hands were on Diane's breasts...massaging their fullness and pinching Her hard nipples. 

Not sure if what she felt was desire or jealousy, Felicia thrust herself back against Him harder and moved her tongue quickly within Diane's wet cunt. As She began to tremble, She fisted Her hands in Felicia's hair...pulling her tighter...ready to give into the need to cum. Felicia struggled for air as her tongue moved faster and harder. With a loud cry, Diane shook with the power of the orgasm that overtook Her. The orgasm was enough to send Felicia over the edge as well and tried desperately to control it. 

When her Master's voice filled the room, she almost wept. "cum, My slut...now..."

It was as if she had been shot up into the air on a rocket. Everything seemed to explode at once. The feel of His cock pressing harder and faster into her depths...her face still buried in the sweet, wet cunt before her. Felicia screamed out as the orgasm hit her hard...harder than any paddle or flogger ever could. The release reached her very soul and lifted her to heights she could never have imagined. The trembling of His cock and the heat of His seed filling her brought on a second wave. Felicia felt herself being lifted higher and higher. Ripples of pleasure coming quickly through her body as He began to slow. 

As she trembled, He pulled Himself from her cunt and turned her to face Him. Without thought, she lowered her lips to His cock and slid her tongue along the length of Him. Gathering every trace of her wetness and His release on her tongue. Felicia moaned softly at the familiar taste of T/their joined bodies. When He was cleaned, she leaned back on her heels, still shaking. He settled Himself onto a chair and pulled her close. "You did well My darling." At His words of praise she smiled brightly and looked toward the chair where Diane was sitting to find it empty. Just as she turned questioning eyes to Him, the front door clicked shut loudly. 

He lifted her chin with His finger and smiled down at her..."No worries, She will be back again My pet" With a little quiver of anticipation, she settled against Him and smiled.



The Visitor



She stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself with a thick, fluffy bath towel. She thought of the visitor she was expecting. He had promised to bring some important documents to her home. Somehow, the morning had sped by and he was due within an hour. She would have time to get dressed, put on her make-up and tidy the lounge before his arrival. 

She finished drying herself and liberally powdered her naked form with her favourite body powder. She breathed the sensuous perfume of the talc as she rubbed it over her soft skin. 

'Aaahhh!' she thought, 'That's good. It makes me feel positively sexy.' 

Suddenly, she heard the doorbell ring. 

'Who is that,' she wondered, as she quickly pulled on her robe. 'I'm not expecting anyone this early.'

She tightened the belt of her robe, pushed her feet into her slippers and quickly walked down the passage. The bell rang again.

"I'm coming," she called out. "Don't get your knickers in a noose," she continued quietly, under her breath.

She opened the door.

"Hello," said her visitor. "It looks as if I'm too early. Do you want me to come back later?"

"No!" she replied, "Come in. If you give me a moment. I'll just change."

"Listen. I've just got to show you these documents then I'll go. I won't stay long. There's no need to rush to get changed."

"Okay," she replied, "put them on the table here and let's see what it is all about."

She had known him for a few months and she felt totally at home in his presence. There was no reason to be uncomfortable.

He stepped over to the table and spread the documents across its shiny surface. 

"You see," he began, "these are the projects I thought you could be interested in."

She bent forward and concentrated on the documents. He turned towards her as she became engrossed in the documents. His eyes watched her face, waiting to see her reactions.

"They're wonderful," she said, turning over the pages as she stooped over the table. "They're just the sort of activities we need to expand the our income."

She did not notice that the bodice of her gown had fallen open, revealing her smooth firm breasts to his gaze. He realised that she was naked under her gown and that he had arrived at her home, just as she had finished her shower. A sudden thought of how she would look with her body unclothed skidded through his mind. His eyes narrowed and he mentally undressed her. He felt his manhood harden in his pants as he imagined her being locked in his arms and their bodies naked and aroused.

'Get control of yourself,' he thought, 'she's not interested in you in that way.'

He moved to open another of the documents. Their hands brushed as he passed them over to her and his heart lurched in his chest. The attraction that flared was almost palpable.

"I think these might be of interest," he said. His throat was suddenly dry and his words came out, scratchy and gruff.

She glanced up, surprised at the roughness in his voice.

"What's up?" she asked, "got a frog in your throat?"

He cleared his throat and repeated the words he had spoken.

"Have you got time for a quick cup of coffee?" she asked, smiling up at him. "It sounds as though you have become a Satchmo sound-alike. Maybe a cup of coffee would help?"

"I guess so," he replied, "as long as it isn't too much trouble."

"No trouble," she said, "I'll only take a minute."

She turned and walked away from him. He saw her hips move beneath the robe. His manhood throbbed with desire. 

"I'm crazy, but I want her," he thought.

She stepped into the kitchen and began to fill the kettle. She did not hear him enter the kitchen behind her. She reached to the cupboard above and reached in to take out the coffee. Suddenly, she was aware of his nearness. 

His hands snaked around her waist and she was pulled into his embrace. His lips sought out the sensitive patch of skin below her earlobe. She felt his lips softly caress her in a gossamer kiss. She partly turned but he tightened his grip, preventing her from escaping.

Unconsciously, her head tilted, exposing more of her neck to his soft kisses. He began to nibble at her neck and she felt a warmness begin to flood through her being. For long moments he continued to kiss her. His lips sucked on her earlobe and she felt his warm breath in her ear. She moved imperceptibly backwards, towards him. He was aware of the movement and he realised that she did not rebuff his attentions. His hands moved until they reached the underside of her full breasts. She felt his thumbs lightly brush the aureoles of her breasts, through the material of her gown.

She groaned, and leant back deeper into his embrace.

'What is happening to me?' she thought. 'I shouldn't be doing this.'

She was unable to still the desire to push her hips backward and she felt the thrusting hardness of his manhood pressed against her buttocks. His hands pulled at the tie of her robe and suddenly she felt the skin of his palms rub softly across her nipples. They puckered and hardened, bursting outwards to meet his gently brushing movements. His thumbs and forefingers curled around the pebbles, gently pulling at their swollen rigidity.

'I want him,' she thought. 'I know its mad, but I'm going to let him make love to me."

His one hand moved downward and she felt his palm caress her stomach and move on downward until his fingers touched the tangle of her pubic hair. He paused. Once again, her body revealed her willingness to be ravished and her pelvis thrust outward and upward against his palm. His hand swooped downward, cupping her womanhood. His middle finger slipped softly over her swollen nub.

'I'm sopping wet,' she thought. 'He's aroused me faster than I thought possible.'

His lips continued to kiss her neck whilst his one hand gently kneaded her breast and the other swooped and slid over her flooding juiciness. She felt her body responding to his caresses and her foot slid over the floor, widening her stance. He took full advantage of her further surrender and his finger plunged into the warm, dark cavern of her femaleness. She shuddered with delight.

Suddenly, he paused. He slowly withdrew his invading finger. She made a mewling sound and reached down to imprison his hand at the apex of her body. The sensations were too delightful to surrender.

"Wait," he whispered.

His hand withdrew and he reached up and turned her around to face him. His hands rose to her shoulders and lifted the gown away from her body. He allowed it to fall off her arms. It pooled at her feet as she stood, totally exposed to his avid eyes. His hands started to roam over her body, sensitising her skin with his loving touch. He lifted the weight of her breasts in his palms, lifting the pulsing nipples to his waiting mouth.

Her knees felt week as he began to suck and lick the rounded globes of her breast. Sensations arrowed downward to the centre of her femaleness and she felt her body tense with delight. His hand again found her nub and his rhythmic ministrations caused her to lean back against the counter in order to achieve some support for the weakness she felt creep over her. Sensations built, swirling around her like fluffy clouds. His teeth nipped and bit her nipples causing them to extend even further. She felt the tenseness in her body respond to his touch and her sensations started to spiral upward. She knew that, should he continue, his tender ministrations would lead to a shuddering climax within short time.

She leaned back, supporting her upper body by stretching her arms backward. Her hands splayed outwards, arms stiffened. At the same time, her feet slipped forward, legs stiff, pushing her buttocks against the edge of the kitchen cabinet. Her legs remained spread as she surrendered to the lustful invasion of her flesh. his fingers plunged and retreated, causing her sensations to soar higher and higher. 

Her breathing was laboured and heaving, as though she had just finished a strenuous game of tennis. The emotions raging within her stirred by his electrifying lovemaking. As he sucked and licked, her eyes watched his mouth and tongue leave wet swirls over the swollen tautness of her breasts. She threw her head back, eyes closed, as the start of her peaks began. 

He felt the tremors of her tummy muscles as she soared high and free. He knew that her orgasm was fast approaching. He wanted, with all his heart to taste her juices as she fell from the heights and so he quickly moved his mouth from her breasts and let his lips slide seductively downwards, across her belly button and onward to the cleft between her legs. He knelt quickly and his lips and tongue found the hardness of her nub. 

Her eyes flew open, surprised and yet delighted. His tongue beat a tattoo against her nub, causing the sensations to soar higher and higher. Her pelvis tilted, making her womanness fully open and available to his sweeping and plunging tongue.

Suddenly, she was there. Explosions and volcano spurtings racked and rocked her body. She shuddered and screamed as she entered the maelstrom of pure sensation. Her cleft sought out his mouth as his fingers imprisoned her spasming depths. She felt her climax cause her wet cave to clutch convulsively at the rigid fingers buried within her. The spasms reached upward and her nipples tingled with wanton abandon.

His movements stilled, as he allowed her fall from the peaks of emotion to continue, unchecked. His consideration caused tears to mist her eyes and she knew that she wanted him to plunge his hardened member deep inside her. He stayed still, allowing her climax to pass, then he gently removed his fingers from her body, planted a soft kiss on her triangle of hair and stood up. He reached over and pulled her into his arms. His lips settled over hers and he kissed her, tenderly, without demand.

"Oh!" she sighed, "that was good."

"I'm glad," he replied, "I've wanted to do that to you for so long."

"Now, it is your turn," she said, reaching down and taking hold of his hardness through his pants.

"We can't," he said, "I don't go around doing this sort of thing as a habit. I never carry protection."

"Yes, we can," she replied, "I'm not letting you leave 'til you've filled me with this. I'm not likely to fall pregnant and I know that you don't mess around, so we're safe."

She took his hand and led him to her bedroom. She was totally confident, now. She knew that he would not be able to resist lying with her and filling her with his hard rod. She felt her insides twitch with anticipation. He stood, uncertain, at the end of her bed. She stepped up to him and started to kiss him hungrily.

His arms went around her and she felt his body tremble with restrained passion. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt, slipped her hands inside and felt the smooth skin of his body. Their lips dueled, in a frenzy of arousal. She reached down and loosened his belt then reached for the zipper and pulled it slowly downward. His pants slipped slowly down his legs. She reached for his hot hard flesh, through the thinness of his jockey briefs. His rod pulsed in her hand.

"I need you," she whispered, as she drew his underpants down over his tense buttocks. 

He let her go and quickly stripped. She watched him, desire flooding from every pore. She could not wait for him to enter her and bring them into union. 

She felt her hot juices flooding once more. Falling backward, she landed on her soft bed. She spread her thighs and beckoned him with her hands.

"Fill me," she ordered. She arched her back, tilting her womanness upward in a gesture of wanton submission. 

He could not wait any longer. Desire coursed through his veins. The offer was unmistakable. He swallowed, and moved onto the bed. He positioned his knees between her widespread thighs. Her hand reached between them, grasping him softly, guiding him to her waiting cave. He dropped onto outstretched arms and his hips swiveled backward, ready for the first embracing thrust. Their eyes met in a gaze of utter arousal and unity of purpose. He began to move downward, the tip of his swollen organ brushing her lower lips with gentle abandon. His eyes closed.

As he reared to enter her, he heard a loud sound of music coming from the open window. He turned, at the moment prior to entry, to see the source of the music. Opening his eyes, he saw the glow of the clock radio and heard the music that had woken him up. He slumped back, grasping his pillow tightly and recalled his sweet dream. He lay inert, waiting for the fever to subside before rolling over and leaving his bed. His fantasy was incomplete. He would never admit to anyone that he would have wished that the dream was actually reality.