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Unforgettable

By: Don Shows



The club was dark as usual and if not for the dim light of the candles on the twenty-five or so tables you would be stumbling into them trying to make your way to the bathroom. Each small round table had only two chairs and each covered with a white tablecloth, the laundry creases dividing it into four pie pieces. In the center of each sat one of those half-globed glass candles with plastic fish net around it. The wall were black, the only visible decorations were green lighted exit signs. To one wall you could visit the full length bar, shelves of various size glasses and bottles of liquor with the little chrome pour spouts and one middle aged bartender leaning on it, waiting for a sucker whose ear he could bend behind it. The stage was very small, no curtains or footlights, only a chromed floor to ceiling pole in the center. It was not really a stage but a plywood platform painted black, the paint worn thin letting the wood grain show through and marred from too many dancers in high heeled shoes. This was "The Club", not much more than it's simple interior implied. Just "The Club." Though it isn't much, the owner paid dancers nightly and tips were OK, depending on the crowd. It was never packed during the week and Fridays brought a not full but decent crowd, Saturdays were not much better. It was a start for dancers, experience towards the bigger show. A girl could polish a routine here and get used to being pawed by or learn to stonewall the drunks. The crowd was either middle-aged men in crises or young soldiers from the nearby army post, nothing a girl would take home to Daddy. Not visible to the unadjusted eye in the near dark but to the rear of the stage was the door leading to the sole dressing room for the dancers. There was only one tonight and grudgingly she agreed to do three shows, nine, ten-thirty and midnight. She sat on the black leather upholstered worn out piano bench in front of the mirror cursing herself for caving in to the owners whining plea to dance three gigs. Her shapely hips in thin pink thong and black fish net stockinged legs contrasted with her bare back and the old black of the bench. She was combing her hair and admiring her recently augmented breasts when the door opened and the bartender rudely announced that she had thirty minutes till first show. "Shit man, don't you ever knock?" She blurted back, covering her breasts view in the mirror. "Sleazy old coot," she thought to herself.

Once the door closed, she stood, once again admiring herself in the mirror. Her breasts were enlarged from a 34B to a 36C; she was much happier and even connived a raise to match the enlargement. She now truly curved down to a slim 28-inch waist and blossomed to a nice curvy 36 inch hips. She couldn't help but smile at herself as she slipped on her matching pink pushup, front clasp bra. She cupped the underside of each breast and gave them an extra fluff before reaching for her matching solid body suit, putting it on, and carefully zipping it up the front. Flipping her long blond hair back, she was ready except for deciding on music and routine. She never decided this until the last few minutes before going on stage, her mood being the deciding factor. Tonight, although happy with her firm dancers body, follow me hips and new breasts, she was dour, not wanting to be there but needing the extra money 3 shows and tips would give her. Her goal was to graduate to the bigger, better shows in Las Vegas or Reno. She loved exotic dancing and knew she would run her own club someday. For music her hand gravitated to Nat King Cole's Unforgettable and wanted to do her slow routine. It always brought good tips because she teased longer, give more breast view and became nude sooner. She placed the tape in the cassette deck and with ten minutes before show time, lit a cigarette.

Kurt leaned back in his chair, pushing himself away from the computer and stretched a long, deeply felt stretch, his arms pulling his chest and shoulders wide, the buttons of his white shirt straining. Releasing, he ran both hands through his short brown wavy hair. The ring finger on his left hand still had the imprint of the wedding band visible. The clock on his desktop showed eight forty-five in digital numbers and had been de-bugging code all day. He was ready to call it quits. Since the divorce 6 weeks ago he often worked late, turning down several offers to go out with CO-workers, simply wanting time to himself. He had not yet sorted out the divorce, brought about, he believed by the sudden death of his son. Neither he or his now ex-wife could seem to get over the loss and it now cost their marriage. At 28, single again, Kurt had no idea where he was going. Work provided the only diversion from his strong emotional setbacks. He often thought that perhaps he should seek counseling or maybe go back to school and complete his MFA in poetry. He wrote less now, believing his feelings would produce nothing more than dark verse but loved poetry. His BS was in Computer Science. This proved to be the only point in his life that felt like a complete stand still. Kurt lifted his six-foot frame from the chair and reached for his jacket. "Maybe I should go somewhere and unwind a little," he thought to himself. There was "The Club" down the street, he could have a drink or two and maybe spark a muse with a few nude dancers. Most of his poems were erotic metaphor which first captured the love of his wife. "Sure man, just a few drinks and like in the old days, looking at a little skin would be good for me." He checked to see that he had properly saved his code, shut down the computer and headed out the door, checking the alarm system on his way out. The Club was close and he could walk which would give him a chance to breathe some cooling, crisp autumn air, his favorite time of the year. This was the time of year they would stroll the baby in the early evening. These thoughts invaded still and he wondered again if maybe counseling was necessary. But for now diversion would help. Arriving at the plain wood door to The Club he opened it and entered, stopping for moment to let his eyes adjust to the impact of the darkness. Once sufficiently adjusted he made his was carefully, almost in a total sidestep to a vacant table near the stage and sat down. The rude flicker of the candle flame helped his eyes adjust a little better. A girl in black short shorts and white T-shirt approached placing a small napkin on the table in front of him. "Can I get you a drink?" her bored voice asked. Kurt looked up at her, past her legs to the shorts tight enough to outline her vagina, then to her braless chest before speaking to her expressionless face. "Sure, uh, I think a gin and tonic sounds good. And oh, an ashtray please." Without speaking she leaned over to an adjacent table, forward of Kurt whose eyes caught the outline of her breasts swaying freely, and retrieved a small ashtray, placing it next to the napkin. "Right back then," was her clipped reply. Kurt looked around himself, being better able to see now. There was a party of four young short haired soldiers to the right front of the stage and four or five other older men scattered amongst the tables. The waitress reappeared with the drink and placed it on the napkin, "That'll be $4.25 then." Kurt paid with a five, telling her to keep the change. She sauntered away flaunting her tightly bound ass as she went to another table to sway her breasts. "She would fall all over the place once she takes those painted on shorts off," Kurt thought, smiling to himself as he lit a cigarette. The gin and tonic tasted strong on the first sip but calmed down on the next. She pressed the pause lever on the cassette deck then depressed the play lever. A peek into the tiny view piece in the door gave a wide angle of the audience, what there was of it anyway. "Oh well, I just hope they have those one's and five's ready to stuff in my thong when I mingle." She turned on a light switch near the stereo then slowly rotated the dimmer switch. Over the stage, from the ceiling, beams of purple light illuminated the worn plywood. She flipped another toggle switch on a machine on the floor and a misty white fog began to cover the stage floor. Next she turned off the dressing room light, released the pause button of the tape deck and waited for her cue to step out onto the stage. Kurt's attention was drawn to the stage and the too loud voice coming from overhead speakers, "And now, The Club is proud to present it's own, lovely and very exciting "Kristi". The smooth, sensual voice of Nat King Cole came on as the stage door opened. "Un.......for........ge.....ta..ble.........."

Her stockinged leg appeared from the slightly opened door, flexed at the hip with calf and foot dangling in time to the slow ruminations of the music. A little higher, one white hand was caressing the black door jam. A few whistles from the group of soldiers rang out but the few remainders of the crowd silently watched or were not captivated yet. As the song progressed Kurt leaned forward on his table as Kristi slinked around the door, hugging it close. Her body suit was high cut at the hips showing each smooth white moon. He liked how they cupped at the bottoms and the black fish nets were just high enough on the thighs that a hand would fit nicely between the bottom of her cheeks and top of the stockings. Still not showing her face she slid down the door jamb, knees going wide as she lowered herself, keeping her pelvis close to the smooth wood. When she reached the bottom of her full squat she swayed her butt side to side, slowly to the mellow tones of Cole's words, holding on to the door jamb, leaning back as far as she could. Her hair fell straight back as she dropped her head back, her pelvis seeming to grind into the jamb. The fake fog was beginning to swoon and swirl and looked like it's wispy fingers were tickling her wide spread moon and nicely accessed center between them. Kurt watched her as she teasingly swayed her hips and wondered how she so expertly exposed the inside of her butt cheeks without showing anything else. "Sweet, real sweet butt," he formed the words with his tongue silently to himself. Kristi was beginning to stand back up, still hugging the jamb, but had moved one hand to her front. It couldn't be seen from the audience but she had reached up and was unzipping her body suit as she stood. With her back still to her audience she began to remove the suit, perfectly choreographed to un.......for.......ge.........table. "This girl could definitely make a door jamb hard," Kurt thought. He wished she would turn around so he could see her face. Instead she lowered one hand to the inside of her left thigh and began to slowly bring it up the center of her crotch, her abdomen then around to her back. She paused at the bra strap, teasing her audience. Her other hand took the clasp in front and unfastened it. More whistles and cat calls rose up from the soldiers as her bra straps fell neatly from her shoulders, then with the hand holding the back strap she pulled down and her bra was dropped to the floor. With a turn of her head she exposed half of her face to the audience, then with a smile and wink, turned and waltzed over to the chrome pole. The soldier crowd yelled but she paid no attention to them. Kurt kept his eyes totally on her. He was hypnotized by her near total nudity, bathed in purple light as she waltzed across half the small stage to the pole, the fog about her feet and ankles parting and swirling, her legs and hips moving to the tempo and her breasts barely moving at all. She had total control of her body, moving only the parts she wanted to. "This girl is a stone fox," Kurt thought. She was not only a great dancer but sleek and sexy in a controlled sort of way, she paid no attention to the audience but danced for them. By the way Kurt was watching you would think she were dancing only for him. He kept straying back to her breasts, their firmness and pertness, their perfect nipples and the effect the purple light had on them. They didn't bounce as she danced but swayed, very seductively, waving to him he thought. She reached the pole and clutched it, her body against it and her hands around it high above her head, a breast on each side, her body divided in half. She wrapped one leg around the pole, the cold of it slapping the skin of her thigh. Lowering an arm she began to remove the stocking, lifting her leg higher as the stocking got lowered. Removing it from her foot she lowered the leg, seductively running her hand up the inside of her leg to her crotch hiding behind the pole. The same hand went to her mouth and peeking around the pole she placed her index finger in her mouth and drew it out slowly as Cole sang, somehow an appropriate phrase. The same scene was repeated with the opposite leg. With stockings gone, her bare legs bathed in purple were magnificent. Kurt watched Kristi's every move, taking in her legs, abdomen and breasts. Her face was mostly hidden behind her hair and the pole. Kurt watched her moves and thought this was one sexy woman, not just her dancing but she was sexy. The choreography, the music, Nat King Cole's voice and her control were only additions to her sexiness. He brought his drink to his lips and sipped, never diverting his eyes from Kristi, sexily, metaphorically fucking the pole she had wrapped herself around. The Kristi's hands came down the pole and as they reached breast level she lowered herself into another full squat with knees wide, crotch firmly planted against the pole. She began to sway her hips once again, her crotch staying glued to the pole. Bringing her upper body in tighter, her right hand reached down and unfastened something at the side of her pink thong. Keeping the hand there she rode the pole back to standing and wrapped her leg back around the pole. Swinging herself around, her back was to the audience again. She switched hands and unfastened the other side of the thong. As she began to squat once again the thong came swiftly off and was tossed aside. Kurt gasped lightly. She was teasing him, her come hither ass waving to him as she slid down the pole, completely naked. Into a full squat again Kurt could plainly see between her spread hips her nicely trimmed pussy, stage fog swirling about it. Her butt and back bathed in purple light. He felt a gradual stiffening in his crotch and sat up, moving closer to the table. Kristi lowered her beautiful white bottom and sat on the floor. Raising one long slim leg straight up she crossed it over the pole, made a quarter turn, lowered the leg, bending at the knee and laid back. Her breasts stood above the fog looking like a mountain scene with the fog gathering around them. Kristi's hands moved up her abdomen to her breasts. She caressed them and Kurt could see her nipples hardening. He hardened right along with them. She then moved her right hand back down to her pubic mound as her hips began to gyrate in time to the music. This was getting very hot and Kurt took another long sip of his drink. Butterflies were beginning to dance about in his stomach. This girl was really turning him on with these erotic moves. She was talented, very talented. As the song was ending, Kristi came up to her feet, hand still on her crotch. Slowly she removed it, bringing it up her smooth tummy, between her breasts, then circling each stiff nipple before placing her finger in her mouth. She cocked her head shyly to her right shoulder and slowly drew the finger out between light pink sucking lips just as Nat sang the last refrain of un......for......ge......table.......youuuuuu. Whistles and applause arose from the sparse crowd, the soldiers standing and clapping, waving their dollars wildly. Kurt was sorry the dance was over. He wanted to watch her some more. Reaching to the pack, he pulled out and lit another cigarette. Producing a ten dollar bill from his wallet he laid it on the table. Kristi was busy collecting her costume pieces form the stage. She was careful not to bend over but stooped down to gather them up, whispered a sexy thank you and disappeared behind the door. The lights went down and the music changed to a more modern song. Kurt signaled the waitress for another drink. His stiffness was subsiding and he hoped he didn't have a wet spot on his khaki colored Dockers.

From the stage door Kristi reappeared wearing the sexy thong and a mid-waist white t-shirt with The Club written across her braless chest. The crowd applauded their final approval. She thanked them once again, stepping from the stage and walking to visit the tables of soldiers waiting to stuff money in her elastic thong band. Kurt watched her, loving her barefoot stroll from stage to table. He longed to snuggle against her ass, having never been drawn to a butt as he was to hers. She bent over to talk with one of the soldiers and her shirt fell giving Kurt a perfect view of the undersides of her breasts. "Oh man, what a sight," her exhaled long from his mouth, blowing a thin stream of smoke. He wished she would come and sit down with him. She made her way to some other tables letting hands place money in her waist band, slapping hands that tried to do more, but always with a smile. The waitress arrived and placed the drink before Kurt only this time he wanted his change. As she turned her ass to his face and left he saw Kristi walking his way. She stopped at his table and said "I saw you watching me dance, did you like my routine?" "I loved it, you're very talented," Kurt diverted his attention from her face to her bare waist and down to her crotch. "May I sit down?" Kristi asked. "Yes, I would like that," Kurt said. He was hoping she wasn't a drink pusher. He didn't have that much money with him but not knowing what else to say asked her if she would like a drink. "No thank you, not while I'm working and I have two more shows tonight." She was no drink pusher and made sure management understood that. She considered herself a very professional exotic dancer. "What did you like best about it?" She asked. "I'm sorry, about what?" Kurt was embarrassed, his mind on her tits and absent minded to her question. "My routine silly, you were watching me so intently. I could see you from time to time just sitting here watching." "Yea, you had my attention, for sure. I guess it would be how beautifully you moved to the music and how your gestures matched the words. I've never seen anyone dance to that song." Kurt tried to sound intelligent but really wanted to complement her ass and breasts. "Thanks, that's so sweet. Most guys just tell me I have a great ass and nice tits. It's sweet to hear someone say something about my dancing." As she continued talking about the fact that she choreographed it herself and practiced for weeks before debuting it Kurt's eyes strayed from her face to her breasts and back to her face. She was stunning. She had high cheek bones covered by smooth skin, lightly accentuated makeup, a perfect mouth and pink lipstick to match her outfit and deep blue eyes that Kurt believed he could dive into and happily float. She moved her hands from her hips and crossed them under her breasts, her shirt being drawn tight. "Oh shit," Kurt thought, this was too much. "Why Nat King Cole" asked Kurt. "Because I want to be unforgettable." Kristi replied. She moved her arms out a little and the shirt slacked out. It was short and Kurt could tell the bottoms of her breasts were touching her folded arms. He could feel himself beginning to stiffen again. The butterflies were back with a vengeance. "Could I bum a smoke from you?" Kristi asked, reaching for the pack. "Be my guest," Kurt said, grabbing the lighter. He stood up, forgetting all about the tent in his pants and leaned forward to light her cigarette. "Damn," he thought, "think before you act stupid." He saw Kristi's glance fall to his well peaked pants and a smile crossed her lips. As he held the lighter up to her cigarette she reached for his hand, holding it as she drew in the first puff. "Thank you," Kristi said smiling, her white teeth gleaming in the flicker of the candle light. "I guess you really did like my show," she looked into his eyes, smiling, her eyes dancing. Kurt looked down at the tent in his pants and at the quarter sized wet spot giving away his obvious infatuation. He sat down, an embarrassed look in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you. You've been so kind to me." Kristi apologizingly said. "Oh, you know guys, it's a lot harder to disguise than a girl who gets turned on." Now Kurt really felt stupid, wishing he had found other words to cover his embarrassment. "Yes, we girls don't have that problem. But, I'm even happier knowing I not only entertained you but turned you on. That's actually a very nice complement in itself." Both started laughing and felt less tense. A little light conversation about dancing and what brought Kurt there tonight settled him down. His hard-on went down and he hoped the damp spot would air dry but knew it wouldn't. "Are you staying for the second show?", she asked. Knowing it must be approaching ten o'clock he replied "No, I should be going home, I have to be to work early in the morning." "Oh, I wish you could," she replied. "I do another faster routine to an old Door's tune. Are you sure you can't?" "Yea, I'm sorry, I really wish I could." He started to push the five dollar bill from his drink change over to her but she stopped his hand saying, "No, please. Your complements have made me very happy. But I would love to see you here tomorrow night. My Friday gig is real good and I'd love to dance for you." "OK, I'll be here," Kurt smilingly replied. "I can stay for all your shows tomorrow." "Actually, I'll only be doing one provided the other girls show up for theirs, but I promise you'll like it. I go on at ten-thirty, try to get here early so we can talk some more, OK?" "OK," Kurt smiled as he stood, forgetting he probably still had a wet spot. Neither looked to find out. "By the way, what's your name?" she called to him as he was almost to the exit. "Kurt. See ya Kristi." "Damn, she sat with me." Kurt thought to himself as he headed back to the office building where his car was parked. "Not only a talented dancer but smart, not to exclude a stone fucking fox, damn!"


Unforgettable



SATURDAY:

I won't bore you with the details of how my lovely mother came to be visiting me just mere days after I had moved into my new apartment. Suffice to say that she arrived prepared for an extended stay with ideas on how my living accommodations were to be decorated. I suppose anything would be better than the Spartan decor (AKA early bachelor) that greeted her when she arrived early that Saturday afternoon.

I will however, tell you a little about this incredible woman. To begin with, at forty-eight, she had a figure that women half her age would die (but not put any effort into achieving) for. Her Lady Clarol, Strawberry Blond hair barely reached her shoulders. Filled with boundless energy and a smile that would melt a judge's heart, her 5'5" frame seemed small and demure next to most men, and she never hesitated to use these attributes to her advantage. Quick to speak her mind and couch her observations in no uncertain terms, she nonetheless could comport herself with the grace and decorum of royalty while swearing like a sailor on a tennis court when she felt the call was in error.

We had spent most of the afternoon unpacking boxes and arranging furniture and had only just settled down for a much deserved respite. We had been hitting the bottle since three that afternoon and between the alcohol and spent energy we were both ready to call it quits for the day.

"You seem to know a lot about the Internet, I bet you can tell me about webcams," Mom said as she lifted her glass to her lips and drained the last of her highball.

"Uh, what do ya wanna know?" I managed to sputter without choking.

"Well, I heard there is a way to hook a camera up to your computer so that you were transmitting over the Internet," Mom smiled as she stood up and walked over to the bar.

"Yeah, it's done quite frequently, nowadays. Cameras are cheap and bandwidth is readily available."

Mom walked over to my workstation and sat down in the chair.

"Come here and show me," she said over her shoulder as she reached out and hit the power button.

I grabbed a chair from the dining room and carried it over to the workstation.

"What brought on this curiosity. Webcams are slow. It's not like watching television," I said as I placed my hand on the mouse.

"Oh, I overheard a snippet of conversation in the ladie's room last week and have been intrigued ever since. I tried doing a search for "webcam" on my computer at work but since our Internet access is filtered, all I ever got was "access denied". Since I don't have a computer of my own I thought I might ask you about it."

I swallowed hard, wondering if she was referring to the same type of webcams that I so enjoy. I thought I would play it straight, and typed in nasa.org and we were soon looking at a view of the earth taken from the space shuttle. Then I showed her some of the National Park cameras.

"Yeah, that's pretty cool," Mom said, "but I was thinking in terms of something a little more racy, if you know what I mean."

I looked at her thoughtfully. She had a slight flush in her cheeks and her eyes seemed to twinkle in the half-light reflection from the monitor. I thought I had a pretty good idea of what she meant, but I still wasn't positive.

"Racy, you mean like NASCAR?" I asked.

"No, I don't mean NASCAR. You know damn well what I mean and I would give you twenty-to-one odds you have such a site already bookmarked!"

"Huh?" I slurred.

Between the two of us, we had consumed about half a quart of Jim Beam, thus we were both rather inebriated.

Drunk or not, her hand was quick and sure as she snatched the mouse from beneath my fingers and clicked on the favorites tab. There, top of the page, in all its glory, was "Webcams".

"Uh, huh," Mom grunted as she clicked the mouse button. "I didn't think this towel was here on the chair to keep the dust off of it."

I grinned sheepishly as she fingered the stiff, discolored stains. "I bet this towel sees more action than your bed sheets do," she snickered.

My login and password were already saved in the browser so she went right into the members area. I sat in mute stupification as she started clicking on the various names.

"Yeah, this is what I meant," she purred softly as she leaned closer to the monitor.

"What the fuck is with all the headless people?" she grunted as she clicked open, then closed, over twenty different vids in rapid succession.

"I know, kinda frustrating, isn't it?" I muttered.

"Yeah, if I wanted an damn anatomy lesson I would have taken up medicine," she grumbled.

"Ahhh, now that's more like it!" She exclaimed as she came upon one broadcast of a young guy leaning back in his chair. His entire body, from knees to scalp was fully exposed to her leering eyes. His right hand was stroking an impressive cock while his left was resting on a pc. mouse.

She had exhausted the list of single males and had moved down to the single females list.

"More headless people," she murmured. "Does staring at a woman's crotch turn you on, Andrew?" she asked without taking her eyes off the screen.

"Nah, I find it to be rather disassociative. I mean, unless I can see her face while she plays, I generally close the vid and move on. Frankly, given the choice of either watching her facial expressions or seeing what her hands are doing, I would take the former anyday."

The alcohol was definitely loosening my tongue. After the words were out of my mouth I just sat there quietly, amazed that I would be so bold with my mother. Perhaps it was her own honesty and simply-stated desires that provoked such a response from me.

"Heh heh, yeah, I agree."

She made it about half way down the list when she came upon a rather attractive middle-aged woman who was lewdly splayed out on her bed, enjoying the delights of a rather sizeable dildo. It was quite obvious from her facial expressions that she was very close to orgasm. I felt my cock twitch in my shorts at the delicious display.

"Ummmm, I bet that makes the old sapling grow," Mom snickered as she looked up at me.

"Uh, yeah, I guess," was my witless reply.

"Well, maybe she is too old for you. Let's see if we can find someone a little closer to your tender age."

"Nah, don't bother. You won't find but a few, and most of them act silly. They aren't in it for the eroticism, just for the attention."

"Oh, and what makes you such an authority?" Mom asked as she started clicking in the couples group.

"Shit, I've been surfing Internet porn for years. After a while you get to where you can spot the teases from a mile away. They never cum, they just tease all the horny old guys. I think it is an ego trip or something, not unlike titty bars."

"So, you rather watch the older broads?"

"Mostly, they are at least honest. Some of them may not be the most attractive people in the world but I find them truly erotic simply because they are so honest with themselves an others."

"Ummmmm."

Mom turned her attention back to the computer screen and clicked open a few more vids.

"Oh yeah, now THAT's HOT!" She gasped as she opened the last vid.

On the screen was a couple who were lying side by side in the bed, each busy with their own hands between their legs. They appeared to be in their late thirties (hard to tell with vid cams), a bit overweight but attractive none-the-less.

"You like that, Mom?" I asked as I struggled to maneuver my rigid cock into a more comfortable position.

"Yeah," she hissed, "does that surprise you?"

"I, uh...I just never thought, well..."

"What?" She prodded.

"I guess I never thought that you would like, uh, you know...watching."

"You mean you never thought of your mother as being a voyeur, right?"

"Yeah, I guess that's it. I was always led to believe that only men were excited by watching, and that women preferred.....other things."

"Well, perhaps some of that is true, but as you can plainly see right here on the computer, there are a lot of women who like to watch also. I've always liked to watch. Your father and I used to watch porno movies together all the time."

"While you made love?"

"Sometimes, but mostly we would just lay down or sit side-by-side and masturbate."

"REALLY?" My cock was starting to ache at this point.

"Yes, it's true. Oh, don't get me wrong, I like to fuck just as much as the next gal, but nothing gets me off better that watching a guy squeeze that love juice out of his cock while I do myself with a good vibrator. If there is a good porno going in the background, so much the better."

"Damn, Mom!"

"Oh, sorry. Do I shock you, Dear?" Mom asked as she reached out and took my hand.

"Well, yeah, I guess. It's just that I never heard you talk that way before and it's a bit unnerving."

"Why? Hell, Andrew, you're twenty-three years old now and I am almost fifty. I think we are both adult enough to quit beating around the bush. But, if you don't want to hear me talk this way.."

"No, no! It's quite alright. I kinda like it, actually. It's just so different."

"Well, don't act so surprised. Your generation didn't invent words like cunt, cock, pussy, jerk-off, quim, fuck, etc." she snapped, "and I ain't June Cleaver! I am a woman with a woman's needs and a healthy sexual appetite, even if I am divorced!"

"Okay, okay, I don't need a lecture!" I laughed as I stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"Gotta take a leak, is that all right?"

"Oh, sorry. Pee for me while you're in there, that way I won't have to leave this exciting show on your computer," she snickered.

Taking a leak wasn't the foremost thing on my mind as I closed the bathroom door behind me. Between the lewd display on the computer screen and my mother's revelations, my cock need relief and it needed it now. I tried to free it through the zipper, but I was so hard that I couldn't bend it enough to get it through the opening. Finally, I just pushed my shorts down to my knees and took matters into hand. I hate to admit it but it only took a couple of moments before my seed was scattered all over the counter top.

"Damn, now I gotta clean that up." I muttered half aloud as my breathing settled back down and the tension left my body.

I guess I was gone almost five minutes and as I started to head back down the hallway I heard low moans coming from the living room.

"Nah, she can't be," I thought to myself as I stopped in my tracks.

Yet I knew she might just very well be doing what I had recently completed. I knew she was aroused, that was more than obvious by the way she licked her lips and the rigidity of her nipples as they pressed against her t-shirt. I had noticed all these things when she found that image of the guy all stretched out in his computer chair.

I edged my way quietly down the hall and peeked around the corner. My jaw nearly hit the floor and my cock rose immediately to attention at the sight I beheld.

Mom was leaned back in the chair with her right hand thrust down into the front of her unfastened shorts. Her left hand was mauling her right breast beneath the t-shirt. She was staring intently at the computer screen, licking her lips lasciviously.

"Oh fuck yeah! God this is so damn hot!" She grunted as she hooked her right hand to insert one or more fingers (couldn't see through her shorts) into her pussy.

Once again, the tightness of my shorts precluded any ready access to my burgeoning member, so without hesitation, I pushed them down to the floor and stepped forward to better view my luscious mother at play.

I nearly jumped outta my hide when my mother said loudly, "Andrew, instead of standing in the dark and gawking like a love-lorn teenager, why don't you make yourself useful and get my vibrator for me. It is in the green suitcase, all the way in the back."


"Uh, Okay, Mom."

The toy was right where she said it was, and a truly wicked looking device it proved to be. It was a flesh-toned rubber cock almost ten inches in length and nearly two inches in diameter. It's weight was appreciable since it was filled with three "D" sized batteries.

I thought it was rather pointless to try to put my shorts back on so I remained nude as I entered into the livingroom with my mother's favorite toy, my cock bouncing against my abdomen with each stride.

In the interim, she had removed all her clothing and had propped her feet up on either side of the keyboard. She had both hands nestled in the thick, furry patch between her legs. She looked up as I approached.

"Ummm, nice looking equipment there, Son. I had no idea you were so gifted."

"Well, as you can plainly see, I don't find it hard to look at you either, Mom," I rejoined.

Mom turned her atention back to the computer screen as she leaned back and spread her legs wide while parting the lush thatch nestled between them.

"This is incredible, Andrew, a whole lot better than watching some bad actors trying to be erotic in a porn movie!" She exclaimed as she took the dildo from my hands.

Without preamble, she thrust the large device between her legs and in mere seconds, had it buried almost to the bulbous base.

"Now you just sit down right there, take that magnificent cock in hand and jerk-off with me," she said as she reached down and gave the dildo a twist to set it humming.

We sat there side-by-side, watching each other more than the computer screen. We said nothing for a while, each of us absorbed in our own pleasure and watching the other do the same. Finally, she took her feet down and turned sideways to face me.

"Turn your chair to face me, Andrew," she grunted as she spread her legs over the arms of the chair.

I did as instructed and edged closer to her.

"Yeah, that's it, get close to me."

Her right hand was pumping the dildo in and out, each stroke bringing the rounded head almost completely our of her slick tunnel. Her left hand began to run circles around her distended clit which poked out from the furry forest that surrounded it.

"Oh God, Andrew, I can't believe I'm finally doing it!"

"What, Mom?" I grunted.

"I have fantasized about this for so long. I used to hear you jerking-off at night when you were home from college and I would get so wet thinking about it. I used to lay there, figging myself, fantasizing that you were watching me. It got so bad that I started leaving my door open a few inches so I could pretend you were on the other side, watching me and stroking yourself."

"Really? Oh, fuck! I could hear you sometimes, Mom, and I always imagined you were masturbating. That is what was going on in my head on those nights you heard me."

"You're kidding! You used to fantasize about me, Andrew?" Mom said as she pushed the rubber cock in deep and held it there.

"Yeah, ever since that day I saw you with your hand in your bikini bottoms while you were reading that romance novel by the pool."

"You saw that, did you? I've often wondered why you kept staring at me all that afternoon. Did it make you hard, Andrew? Did you jack-off while you watched me?"

"No, I was afraid I would get caught, so I went into your bedroom and jerked-off into a pair of your dirty panties."

"You did? Oh Andrew that is so freaking hot! Oh, shit, I need to cum!" she gasped as her hand became a blur on her clit.

"Help me, Andrew. Pump that dildo in me hard and fast while I frig my clit! I am soooo close!"

I stood up and leaned over, stroking my cock vigorously with my left hand while I tentatively reached out and took the base of the dildo in my right. Mom grabbed my wrist and directed me on how she wanted me to fuck her with it.

"Hard, Andrew, fuck me hard with it!"

The rubber phallus slid in and out like it was on well-greased ball bearings. Mom began to pant and grunt, raising her hips to meet each thrust.

"I'm gonna cum, Mom!" I cried out as I released the dildo and squeezed my nut sack while my left hand flew up and down the length of my shaft.

Mom raised her head up and stared at my flying fist as she took control of her dildo.

"Cum on me, Andrew. Squirt that hot juice on my wet pussy!" She gasped.

"Yes, Yes, oh God DO IT!" She screamed as I grunted and released the first jet of hot spray.

"Oh, my baby's cumming on me! Oh Yessssssss!"

She writhed on the chair, her legs quivering as her stomach muscles rippled with the intensity of her orgasm, yet her eyes never closed. Her stare was locked on my cock and my hands as jet after jet erupted from within me to land upon her body.

As the last dribble oozed out of my cock, her face suddenly cortorted into a grimace, her mouth dropped open and her eyes seemed to bug out of her head as one last scream burst forth from her throat.

"Arrrrrragghhhhhh!!!!" The sound reverberated off my sparsly decorated walls. Her entire body quaked and shuddered causing her to slide out of the chair and onto the floor at my feet. She rolled onto her side and curled up into a fetal position, whimpering softly as her body slowly quit vibrating.

I stood in mute silence, totally awestruck by the intensity of her orgasm. I was no virgin and had been with numerous women but I had never witnessed anything even remotely similar to this. I kneeled down and placed my hand upon the soft roundness of her hip.

Slowly, as if emerging from a dream, she turned her head to regard me. A smile spread across her features. "Kiss me, Andrew," she said softly.

And so I did. 



Unforgettable



Ursula almost remembered the dream that night.

The alarm shattered most of it; even as she was waking up, the strident buzzing noise crashed through the memories, leaving nothing but fragments. She grasped at them, trying to hang onto something, anything at all. There was a hand, she knew, a hand sliding down the swell of her hip and...and a taste like wet rubber...no good. It was gone. Ursula hit the snooze button, but the dream didn't come back. Instead, she just lay there, her hand drifting down between her thighs to feel her slick pussy, touching her tingling clit... The dream always left her horny as fuck, whatever it was.

The alarm went off a second time before she could really do anything about it, though, and Ursula rolled over to realize she didn't have time to indulge even if she could... She staggered out of bed and stumbled into the shower, counting on the hot water to help her body realize that it wasn't time to masturbate, it was time to get to work. Even so, she found herself devoting a little extra attention to making sure her cunt was nice and soaped up (hands all over her body) before taking the shower head attachment and giving it a nice, long rinse with plenty of water pressure (her own voice moaning, "feels soooo good...") But as always lately, she couldn't seem to close the gap between pleasure and release. The pleasure just reminded her of the dream, and then she tried to chase those memories and wound up with nothing but frustration. Frustrated in body, frustrated in mind. Not the best way to start work.

She pulled her comb angrily through her long auburn hair. She'd have to leave it wet, there was just no time to dry it. No time for contacts, either--she just slipped a pair of glasses over her liquid brown eyes, bringing the world into focus (was the world in focus in the dream? A momentary flash of someone taking off her glasses, the last flash she'd get all day) and pulled on her clothes before heading out the door into the gray London morning.

Work was already chaotic by the time she got there. Customer queues were up to ten minutes, dropped calls were spiking, and Andrea shot her a look when she walked in that was half-glare, half-plea. "No time for coffee this morning, Ursie. Just get on the phones, I'll give you an extra break once things calm down."

Ursula winced. "Without coffee, I'm liable to reach straight through the phone lines and strangle someone. What the fuck happened, anyway? Was there a recall or something?"

Andrea waved her to her desk as she talked. "No, a firmware update with a bug in it. They're hot-patching through a fix in an hour or two, but we get the fallout in the meanwhile. Go, sit. I'll bring you coffee. Black, right?"

"Two sugars," Ursula said. "I'll need the extra energy." She saw Andrea's sympathetic look just before her manager darted out of view; pretty much the whole office knew that Ursula had been sleeping like shit for the past three weeks, even if she hadn't gotten into the details of the dream that had been leaving her wrung out, frustrated, and irritable. Andrea was being about as nice as she could be, given that Ursula knew she couldn't be very pleasant to be around right now.

Unlike some other people, Ursula thought, putting on her headphones as she signed in. The flood of calls kept her from even finishing that sentence in her head for a minute or two as she politely explained to one caller after another that this was merely a momentary disruption in service, and that the ETA of the fix was now two hours. But as she went through her emails and read up on details of the bug (how the fuck had this even gone live? she wondered), she noticed that once again, there were no emails from Chandra. No "good morning", no "how did you sleep?", not even a forwarded list of lawyer jokes.

During the half-second pause from one call to the next, Ursula leaned back in her chair. Sure enough, Chandra was sitting just three cubicles down, and Ursula could hear her best friend's clipped, polite tones as she delivered the same apologetic bromides that Ursula herself had been saying. But she didn't have anything to say to Ursula.

Ursula tried to push it all out of her head and focus on work. No time for fragments of dream, no time to wonder which particular burst of frustration had pissed off Chandra so bad, no time to think about how she was horny all the time but sessions with her vibrator just seemed to whet the appetite of a body that ached so bad for some secret pleasure locked in the world of slumber and Ursula didn't even know what it was, but she needed it, needed it so fucking bad that...

Her hands shook as she took a gulp of coffee between calls. "Fucking hell," she muttered to herself, barely managing to mute the phone first.

Around ten o'clock the patch went through, and call volume finally subsided to a dull roar long enough for Ursula to look at the break schedule. True to her word, Andrea had scheduled her for an extra ten minutes at around four--right when Chandra had her break, too. Was the whole office aware that they were fighting now? (What was she thinking--of course the office was aware of it. This place ran on gossip and coffee like cars ran on gasoline.) Whatever the reason, Andrea had given them a chance to talk, and Ursula intended to use it. The day might have started shit and gotten worse, but she was going to get one positive thing done. She was going to patch things up with her best friend.

At four, she signed out of the phones and stood up. "Chandra," she said as she headed down the rows, "I was--" She stopped. Chandra was already four cubicles down and accelerating, her head resolutely forward in a way that made it obvious that she'd looked at the break schedules too and wanted to make it absolutely clear that she didn't notice Ursula behind her. Ursula thought about pursuing, but some of the tension inside her chose that moment to snap. "Fuck it," she grunted, prompting an irritated look from Janine, who was on the phone with a customer. Ursula headed off to get another coffee.

She sat there in the break room, staring out the window at the little wind chimes that some bugger had hung up in the hopes that it would make the place look cheerful and stirring her coffee, trying to figure out where it had all gone wrong. Not just with Chandra, with...with...the sun briefly peeked out from behind the clouds, throwing the crystals of the wind chime into brief, dazzling light. The sparkling crystal caught Ursula's eye for just a moment, a perfect rainbow effect, and she whispered to herself, "can't resist..."

She blinked. Where the hell had that come from? Resist what? She tugged at her bangs in frustration. This had all started because of the dreams. If she could just remember what she was dreaming about, then maybe she could patch things up with Chandra, and--

No. That didn't make sense. Whatever was up with Chandra, it had absolutely nothing to do with the dreams that had haunted her for the last three weeks. Even as Ursula tried to wonder why she was so certain of that, the insistent refrain kept up in the back of her mind that Chandra had nothing to do with it, until she couldn't even remember exactly what it was that Chandra didn't have anything to do with anymore. Frazzled and bewildered, she took her coffee back to work with her, barely making it back in time to sign in, and finished her shift in the same bad mood she'd started it in.

And then it was off for home. Ursula watched a bit of telly when she got in, but her heart wasn't in it. Instead, she found herself sliding between the sheets, pulling out her vibrator, and slowly slipping it into a cunt that had been wet and needy all fucking day. She pumped the dildo in and out of herself, turning up the buzzing sensation to the max, trying to think of bubble baths with David Tennant and lying in front of a fireplace with Richard Grant and, and it wasn't doing any fucking good, she wanted the dream, she needed the dream!

Eventually, she slept.

*****

Ursula very nearly remembered the dream that night.

It was more than two hands, she realized on waking. She could feel a hand on her hip, a pair of hands rubbing her nipples, and hands right down between her thighs, putting pressure with the thumb right on her clit while she moaned out...moaned out...something. That bit was lost.

Ursula pondered this revelation while she soaked under the hot water. It was so vivid, that was the worst thing about it. While she was asleep, the dream wasn't just the usual movie playing in the theater of her mind's eye. It was a full sensurround performance of the most erotic thing she could possibly imagine, every detail of sight and sound and touch and taste and smell (spices, it smelled like spices) until her body just quivered with need and she woke up to a damp patch on her sheets (hands behind her back, she couldn't move them)...

And then she woke up, and it just poured away like water down a drain. Gone into the recesses of her mind, no matter how hard she chased after it. No matter how long she stared down at the drain, watching the water swirl away and trying to remember just a little bit more (salty taste of sweat-slick flesh in her mouth) and just a little bit more ("the pendant always dangles down...") and...

When she got out, Ursula let out a tiny yelp as she realized she'd been in the shower for forty-five minutes. More wet hair, no contacts again, and even with all that she still walked into work five minutes late. Andrea shot her an undiluted glare, and frustration almost made Ursula glare right back before she reminded herself that things like that were why Chandra wasn't on speaking terms with her anymore. Instead, she swallowed her irritation and said, "Sorry, trouble sleeping again."

"Thought about seeing a therapist?" Andrea asked.

"With what this job pays?" Ursula said wryly. "I'd be lucky if I could afford a stage hypnotist." She blinked. "I must be tired, I don't even know what that fucking means."

Andrea patted her on the shoulder. "Just try not to take it out on the customers, love," she said. "Friday's coming soon, you'll have the whole weekend to try to get your head together."

"Alcohol helps that, doesn't it?" Ursula said as she headed to her cube, and the two parted with a laugh.

But the joke sparked a thought in Ursula's mind, as she went through the normal routine of skimming through memos and checking email (still nothing from Chandra) and answering call after dull, interminable call. Alcohol. Not right that moment, of course; Ursula might be fried, but she wasn't fried enough to drink on the job. No, Ursula was thinking about Friday nights after work, office girls getting together to have a drink or two to unwind after a long, stressful workweek. Ursula hadn't been to one since the dreams had started, she'd been too afraid that liquor would loosen her tongue without getting rid of her stress, an ugly combination. But if she went tomorrow night...and if she could convince Chandra to go as well, just for one or two drinks...

Ursula felt certain that all she needed to do was just talk to her. They'd been friends for four years now, ever since they'd both been trainees here. They'd shared the heartbreak of Ursula's big break-up with Keith, Ursula collapsing into a puddle of sobs on Chandra's couch. She'd returned the favor when Chandra's grandfather had died, consoling her friend and going to the funeral with her. Whatever this was, it couldn't come between them forever. Could it?

She signed out of work a half-minute early, drawing another tiny glare from Andrea that was met with a pleading glance. She'd make it up to her boss tomorrow. Today, she needed to already be on her feet as Chandra was signing out of the network, already heading down the row as Chandra was standing up, so she could shout, "Chandra!" in a tone of forced cheer.

Chandra looked anything but cheerful as she spun around. She looked like she'd been cornered by an angry tiger. "Urs..." she said, nervously. "I, um, I can't stay. Got to hurry home..."

"Tomorrow," Ursula said. "Friday nights at the Roving Pony? Just come out for a drink or two, us and the girls. Neutral ground, one drink and then you can skip off if you want." She tried to sound casual, keeping the pleading out of her voice.

"I, I...can't, I can't, I'm sorry," Chandra said as she gathered her stuff up hurriedly. All around them, co-workers hurried out the door, trying to be polite and not eavesdrop on what was obviously a private conversation. (They'd all just try to get it out of either Ursula or Chandra the next day.)

"Look, I can't remember what I did to make you so mad," Ursula said, "but whatever it is, I'm sorry."

Wrong thing to say. Chandra clutched her handbag convulsively like a gunshot victim, and practically sprinted for the door, with one last "I'm sorry," trailing her out as she left.

Ursula sighed, making her own way to the exit. Whatever it was that had made Chandra mad, it was clearly one of those things that Ursula was expected to not need to be told. Which would only make things more difficult, if (as was the case) Ursula really did have no idea what she'd done wrong. She tried to think back to the last night she and Chandra had spoken...

And decided it must not have anything to do with that night. That night had been perfectly normal, just two good friends having a quiet evening of boring telly and casual conversation. Nothing important, nothing to worry about, and certainly nothing that would cost Ursula a friendship.

Which left Ursula just as confused about Chandra as she was about the dreams, she thought as she got back to her apartment. (Not that the two had anything to do with each other.) It was all just a big mess, a bunch of big messes all tangling together and leaving her strung up in the web of it all. She flipped on the TV angrily, hoping for some sort of distraction.

Instead, her body distracted her from the TV. She sat there on the couch, trying to numb her brain with one reality show or another, but her hand just crept down into the waistband of her trousers. She found that hot, needy crease and slipped a finger inside, hand trapped by the fabric of her pants (couldn't move her hands, just quivered in ecstasy) as she diddled her clit. The television just became a blur of images as her eyes unfocused (staring straight ahead, eyes vacant and empty) and she felt like she was getting closer, like she was almost there, almost remembering the perfect pleasure of the dream...

And as soon as she thought of the dream, she lost it. It was like a gate slamming down in her mind, cutting her off from the memory and the pleasure with it. Ursula almost cried. Her mind couldn't remember the dream, but her pussy certainly could, and it seemed like nothing else would satisfy it. She never stopped being horny now, she wanted to masturbate herself stupid...

Instead, she went to bed.

*****

Ursula thought she remembered the dream that night.

It was right there, all crystal clear as she woke up. She remembered it perfectly, in every vivid, glorious, hot, sexy, wonderful detail. It seemed so silly that she'd ever forgotten it. The knowledge completed her, not just filling the nagging ache that came from not knowing but filling in every missing part of her soul. Ursula reveled in the knowledge, holding it in her mind like it was a tangible object, one that she just wanted to hold forever...

Then she really woke up.

That was almost the last straw. When she realized that she'd just been dreaming that she remembered the dream, Ursula let out a choked sob into her pillow, the despairing cry of a woman close to her breaking point. She looked over at the clock, and even though it was still an hour or so before the alarm would go off, Ursula knew she wouldn't be getting any more sleep that night. She got up wearily, trudged into the shower, and cleaned herself off perfunctorily before slipping on her clothes. At least today she had time to dry her hair before heading off to the tube.

She got to work twenty minutes early, which earned her back some of the goodwill she'd lost yesterday with Andrea, and made another deposit in her friendship bank by promising to buy the first round at the Roving Pony. But the rest of the day passed in a haze, punctuated by moping stares at Chandra's back, bathroom breaks that always seemed to end with her fingers in her snatch, and a dull, grinding headache that aspirin couldn't cure. The pub promised to help with none of that, but at least she could get too drunk to care.

Ursula walked into the Prancing Pony to a round of cheers from eager co-workers; she tried to hide her disappointment on seeing that Chandra wasn't one of them. Instead, she bought a round of drinks and listened politely to the gossip currently circulating through the office (Mrs. Halliday was preggers again, Jakob was schtupping a girl in HR, and something about someone being gay that got stifled rather quickly when she came in earshot.) After a few rounds, she found herself sitting by Andrea.

"Glad you decided to come out here," Andrea said as she took a gulp of stout. "It might not help you with your sleep problems, but at least you can forget them for a while. Shame Chandra didn't make the trip, though. I thought that maybe once you'd forgiven her, she--"

"Me?" Ursula said, trying not to sound bitter. "I've got no problem with Chandra at all! She's the one who's got the problem."

Andrea quirked her eyebrow. "Well, whatever her problem is, you seem to be the one who's not letting it go. I've seen the looks she gives you when you're not watching. She feels terrible about it, Ursie. Whatever 'it' is." Andrea put her hand on Ursula's. "You've been friends forever. Whatever it was she did, is it really worth losing your friendship over?"

Ursula furrowed her brow. "But she didn't do...I mean, I thought she was mad at me, because..." She knew she was babbling even without the worried look that Andrea was giving her, but her head seemed to be coming apart and she couldn't seem to form proper sentences. "If it's her that feels guilty, then...it couldn't have been, I..."

And then Ursula remembered the dream.

*****

"I'm not so sure about this, Chan," Ursula said as she wriggled around on the couch, trying to get comfortable. "I mean, yeah, I did say I was curious, Derren Brown and all that, but you're not exactly a professional, are you?"

Chandra smiled. "Not to worry, Ursie," she said as she unclipped her necklace, letting the crystal pendant dangle from her hand. "This is an old hobby of mine, I used to do it all the time with my brothers and sisters."

"And I used to give my little brother Chinese burns all the time, but you don't see me offering to demonstrate that to you," Ursula said with a wry grin. All the same, she took a deep breath, inhaling the reassuring scent of spices that always seemed to linger in Chandra's apartment, and let it out.

"Trust me," Chandra said. "You'll love this. It's easy, Ursie. Easier than easy. You don't even need to do anything. Just...hang on." She reached over and pulled Ursula's glasses off. "There. Like I was saying, you don't need to do anything at all. That's what trance is all about, Ursula. Just letting things happen."

She held up the pendant, letting it sway just slightly in her hand as she brought it up just above Ursula's eyeline. "You can just watch the pendant, Ursula, and all you need to do is watch and listen and relax. And that's really just like doing nothing at all. You don't need to do anything to watch the pendant, it's just swinging back and forth right in front of you. You don't need to do anything to listen to my voice, my words just go right into your head as you sit there. You don't need to do anything to relax, Ursula. It just happens all on its own."




Unforgettable



Ursula took another long breath. Really, this felt kind of silly. Chandra wasn't really doing anything especially 'hypnotic' to her, she was just talking in a sort of low, mellow tone about relaxing. It did feel nice, and Ursula did feel sort of relaxed listening to her, but that wasn't anything special. It was just soothing, that was all. In a few minutes, she'd tell Chandra it wasn't working, and they'd have a good giggle and order pizza. Once the pendant had stopped sparkling, she'd just have to tell Chandra she couldn't be hypnotized.

"That's right, Ursula," Chandra said. "You're relaxing, and it just happens all on its own. It's like gravity, pulling you down. It's always happening, you don't need to think about it. You're drawn down by my voice, just like the pendant is drawn down by gravity. Always further down, never stopping. Just like you're always relaxing, never stopping. The pendant always dangles down, you always sink down, further and further."

Ursula let out a sigh, now, feeling like her body was melting into the couch cushions. Her arms and legs felt heavy, liquid, but almost floaty at the same time. It was kind of a neat feeling, and it just seemed to increase as she continued to watch the pendant sparkle at the end of the chain. It spun and flickered in the soft light, each facet glinting with rainbow light, but it wasn't swinging much. How could it? It always dangled down, like she always sank down into Chandra's soft, soothing words.

"That's right, Ursula," Chandra said again. "You're doing so well, sinking so easily, and you find that you really don't want to stop. You find that you can't stop, because you don't want to stop. You don't want to resist, and so that means that you can't resist the relaxation, can't resist my words, can't resist the sparkle and sway of the dangling pendant..."

"can't resist," Ursula responded, the soft, docile tone in her voice surprising her a little. But even the surprise was muted by the dreamy, pleasant feeling sweeping through her body and into her head, leaving her feeling floaty and sleepy and dizzy.

"Very good," Chandra said in delighted tones. "Just so heavy, and relaxed, sinking down and down and down, now. Eyes so heavy, body so heavy, lost in the pendant as the pendant dangles and sinking down as it sinks down..."

Ursula tried to hold her head up, but it didn't really seem possible anymore. She just felt it slump forward, chin hitting her chest as she tried to watch the pendant by looking up even higher with her eyes, but all she saw was the inside of her own eyelids. She wondered for a moment why that was, but then she heard Chandra say, "And now your eyes are too heavy to keep open," and as soon as she said it Ursula felt it and her eyes closed all the way down into sleep.

Chandra's voice seemed to be coming from everywhere now, right inside her head, saying, "Very good, Ursula, very very good. So relaxed now, so easy to stay relaxed. Always sinking deeper, opening your eyes now but still sinking deeper." Ursula opened her eyes, staring straight ahead, eyes vacant and empty just like Chandra said they would be. She let out a tiny sigh as her thoughts drifted to just how soothing and hypnotic Chandra really was.

Everything seemed dreamy, disconnected. She took in the tortured expression on Chandra's face without really registering it. She saw the way that Chandra reached out a hand slowly, hesitantly towards Ursula without really thinking about anything except for the way it felt nice when it finally touched her bare arm and began slowly rubbing up and down just a little. When Chandra said, "I'm sorry, Ursie," Ursula took in the words but they just seemed to sit there in her hazy, empty mind without triggering any kind of thoughts.

She just let Chandra's hand stroke her skin, sighing at the way that the sensation just seemed to amplify her dreamy trance, and the way that trance seemed to heighten the sensation. She didn't need to think at all, as Chandra said, "I shouldn't, I know I shouldn't but oh god, this is why I never told you I could do this because I knew that if I saw you like this I wouldn't be able to stop myself, I'd just have to..." Chandra's words turned into a guttural moan of lust as she leaned in and pressed her lips to Ursula's ample breasts, suckling on them through her t-shirt.

She felt Chandra moaning against her body, and the vibrations of the sound made her moan as well. The pleasure seemed to echo in her empty brain, her nipples stiffening as Chandra licked and sucked and kept stroking, her hands finding all sorts of places, slipping under Ursula's shirt and sliding down the swell of her hip...

Chandra pulled back. Tears were running down her face, and her voice was unsteady as she said, "Ursula, I want you to take off all your clothes. Go ahead and slip them all off for me now, you know you can't resist..." Her voice was unsteady, but she said it anyway.

"can't resist," Ursula husked out as she slipped her shirt over her head. Idly, she noticed the wet spot where Chandra had been suckling her. She undid her bra, giving Chandra a clear view of her tits. Not for the first time--she'd changed in front of her friend, thought nothing of it, but this was different... As she slipped off her trousers, she realized her pants were damp with arousal.

Then Chandra's hands were all over her again, sliding up and down her legs, and Chandra sobbed out, "I'm sorry, I just, I wanted this for so long, Ursie, but I never could, not ever, I couldn't even let you think it, but I..." Chandra climbed onto Ursula's lap, and Ursula felt warm, slick wetness as Chandra ground her cunt against Ursula's thigh. "Oh fuck you're so pretty..."

Chandra kept fondling, and she whispered in Ursula's ear, "Everywhere my hands touch, Ursula, you'll keep feeling it, even after they move away, you'll keep feeling them stroking and fondling and rubbing and it feels so good," and it was true. Chandra ran her hands up Ursula's thighs and over her hips and all along her back, and even as her hands moved to fondle Ursula's titties, she could still feel them all over the places they'd been.

She heard her own voice moaning, "feels soooo good," and she practically shuddered in bliss.

She felt hands all over her body, now, and she started to slide her own hand down to her pussy to relieve that insistent ache that was all she could feel now, but Chandra whispered something, and suddenly Ursula's hands decided to clasp together behind her back. She couldn't move them, she could only quiver in ecstasy as Chandra rubbed and stroked and fondled, and somehow that teasing touch all over her body felt even better than cumming, like she was just floating in pleasure all over while her mind went totally blank and empty under Chandra's guidance and control.

"You must obey," Chandra gasped as she slid her hands down from Ursula's nipples, but Ursula could still feel them there. She could feel a hand on her hip, a pair of hands rubbing her nipples, and then hands right down between her thighs, putting pressure with the thumb right on her clit.

"must obey," Ursula moaned out in response. If the touches had felt better than cumming, what she felt now was absolutely beyond even that. Her whole body shook as the fingers just kept stroking, kept rubbing, kept pumping until her whole brain was glowing white-hot with orgasmic bliss and she moaned out, "must obey," again and again and again because it just sounded so sexy to hear herself say it in those lost, mindless tones as she came and came and came.

She didn't even remember Chandra letting go of her. The phantom touches kept her in that endless pool of lust while Chandra left the room and came back, and she wasn't even aware of that until Chandra guided her down to her knees and commanded her to suck on the strap-on, getting it slick and wet with her saliva. The rubber dildo tasted somehow erotic in her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down on it lewdly, thinking of nothing but obedience and wanting nothing else but to please Chandra. When Chandra finally pulled the fake cock out of her mouth, when she finally stuck it into Ursula's pussy and started rolling her hips in thrust after thrust of buzzing, tingling pleasure, all that registered was how good it felt to obey.

The fucking was a reward for obeying, the touching was a reward for obeying, everything was part of the sweet, glorious pleasure Ursula now understood was part of the reward for sinking down into trance and letting Chandra guide her empty, docile mind like a good girl. Every thrust, every orgasm (and oh, fuck, there were so many orgasms, even when she wasn't cumming she felt like she was cumming) it was all part of pleasing Chandra and receiving pleasure in return.

And when she was allowed to lick Chandra's pussy, the salty taste of sweat-slick flesh in her mouth, that was just another part of the reward. She was allowed to please her mistress, to drink in the taste of her mistress' juicy pussy and know that her mistress was cumming too, cumming until they were both wrung-out from the sheer pleasure of it all.

And finally, when it was all over, Chandra's sweet, soothing voice was still there in her ear, whispering to her that it was alright to forget every bit of this, that she didn't need to remember it at all. The night had been perfectly normal, just two good friends having a quiet evening of boring telly and casual conversation. And Ursula sighed, and forgot...

*****

And now she stood in front of Chandra's door, pounding on it with her bare fist. She'd made her apologies to Andrea, said she needed to go talk things out with Chandra, and Andrea had said she understood perfectly. Which Ursula really, really doubted, but she wasn't about to explain it.

It took almost two minutes of knocking before Chandra answered, looking like she'd been crying. "Ursie," she said. "There's something I have to tell you."

Ursula punched her on the shoulder. "You jerk!" she cried out as she stomped into the apartment, closing the door behind her.

"Oh, god, you remember," Chandra said in stricken tones. "I'm so sorry, Ursie, it was so wrong and I knew it was wrong and I thought maybe if you forgot, we could go back to the way things were but I couldn't forget even if you had and I couldn't even look you in the eyes after what I did and I'm so so sorry and it was so so so wrong--"

"Damn straight it was wrong!" Ursula said. "The best sex of my fucking life, and you made me forget it?" She peeled her clothes off, flinging them in all directions as she stripped. "You'd fucking better be sorry, Chan!"

Chandra froze, goggling as Ursula finished removing her clothing. "The best?" she said at last. "But I thought, I mean, I didn't think you liked girls..."

"And I didn't like sushi until you dragged me to that place in Soho and made me try it," Ursula said with a salacious grin. "Then I found out what I was missing out on all those years. And just like then, I'm planning to make up for lost time. Now are you going to get those clothes off, or are you going to hypnotize me into taking them off of you?"

Chandra still seemed at a loss. "But I...aren't you mad at me?"

"A little," Ursula said, grabbing Chandra's wrist and pulling her into a passionate embrace. "But you know what they say, make-up sex is always the best. Now, can you please fucking hypnotize me? I'm horny as fuck, my subconscious has been fantasizing about this for three solid weeks, and I don't want to think for even one second longer tonight."

Chandra smiled through her tears. "When you put it that way...remember the pendant, Ursie."

Ursula smiled as she sank into trance. Remember it? She never fucking wanted to forget it.

THE END



Unforgettable



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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the result of my imagination or are used within a fictitious context. Any resemblance to actual people, alive or deceased, places, or incidents is entirely coincidental.

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WARNING: This story contains graphic descriptions of male-male sexual relations and acts. You must be of 18 years of age or older to continue. If you are offended by the material suggested herein, DO NOT read any further. You have been warned.

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--text-- = thoughts

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Author's Note: Aside from the --italicized text-- to indicate thoughts, I've decided to do away with the asterisk-marked *text* for emphasis. It seemed unnecessary and interrupted the stylistic aesthetics of my works. If any is necessary, emphasis will be noted in italicized text. Cheers!

~M

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Brrrrrrriiiing! Brrrrrrriiiing! Brrrr—

"What?!" Maxwell James Becker IV all but bellowed into his iPhone, his snarled outburst jarring me to attention. I didn't have to catch the glower marring his otherwise perfect face to know that he was severely unimpressed with whoever had chosen such an inopportune moment to—in more than one way, figuratively speaking—put their ass on the line.

Once it registered that he wasn't addressing me, I took advantage of his momentary distraction to survey my surroundings, silently speculating the going rate for maid service on the Remembrance Day weekend. Since Becker prided himself on the perpetually pristine state of his penthouse, I knew better than to draw his attention to it now.

The place looked absolutely ransacked.

My gaze fell across the company letterhead, etched in elegant italics on the countless papers scattered haphazardly around us. Bookshelves lacked books; once level picture frames had acquired new angles. Being inclined to display the state-of-the-art everything that his status as a billionaire-slash-marketing-strategist practically entitled him to own, by some saving grace, all of his undoubtedly expensive possessions—like his eighty inch high-def and its custom-built surround sound system, among other things—appeared untouched.

I could see well cross the open-floor layout, noting the teetering torchière propped up by the sofa in the living room that cast wide shadows across the ravaged residence. It bathed a corner of the room with golden light, twinned in double-paned floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking an uninterrupted panorama of Vancouver. The waning daylight of the late afternoon reflected off gray clouds, forming a brilliant orange halo that encircled the city. It was a stunningly beautiful view to get lost in...

"I'm busy."

...until that sultry Becker baritone guided me like GPS back to reality. Whoever was on the other end of the line was obviously trying Becker's patience; that he still hadn't hung up on the mystery caller was miraculous to me.

Curiosity piqued, I lifted my head to listen only to have Becker press it firmly back down to where it had been resting on the polished surface of his mahogany desk. Moving the iPhone to muffle it against his naked chest, he touched a finger to pursed lips in a 'shhh' motion, silently mouthing his next words to me: Not a sound.

Cradling his phone between an ear and a shoulder, Becker's hands returned to grasp my hips possessively, casually resuming the deep thrusts of our fucking as if we'd never been interrupted.

On typical Becker-whim, he'd cut short yet another work day to drag me upstairs for more sexual calisthenics, after the first round in his office. And the second in the elevator. When we reached his penthouse, Becker continued redefining both "stamina" and "sexually active." Slow, sensual love-making in his four-poster bed; sucking me off on the couch; mounting me on all fours on the kitchen floor; taking me up against a mirrored wall. Ironically, though, of all the places his penthouse had to offer, he seemed to prefer fucking me over his desk.

Not that I was in any position to argue at the moment. Literally.

--Story of your life, Alex. Stuck between your boss and a hard place.--

"I'll deal with it later." Becker's huffed response to whatever he was hearing jolted me from my deliciously distracting thoughts. He was proving more than capable of conversing coherently over the phone while he had me bent so vulnerably over before him.

Not that his lucidity was a pressing concern for me: I was fighting a losing battle with my own coherence. My brain was too hazy with pleasure to process anything other than Becker stroking my cock in time with his thrusts as he rode me into madness, the slap of his balls against my ass keeping time while he pounded into me from behind.

My cock started twitching in his grasp, a convulsive omen of my impending orgasm. The involuntary clenching of my ass muscles forced a carnal groan from Becker, which he tried to disguise with a fake cough over the phone. I snickered at his attempt, but then it was my turn to cover up for a pleasured moan as Becker retaliated with a deep thrust to my prostate.

Abruptly, he stopped stroking my cock and stilled his movements, snapping something dismissive into his iPhone. I whimpered at the loss of our delicious friction. Ending the call, he whipped his iPhone over to the leather recliner in the corner, muttering something unsavoury under his breath about the caller's "wonder-fuckin'-ful" timing.

"Whassat all 'bout?" I slurred dazedly, nodding towards his discarded phone.

"Nothing you need to worry your pretty little ass about."

"I think the noun you're looking for is hea—" I was cut off from the thought as, with an unexpected powerful motion, Becker flipped me over on his desk, raising my legs and slipping both over his broad shoulders. The position made me feel open, closer to him, and gave him better access—which is, I suppose, why he chose it. Placing himself at my lube-slicked entrance, Becker entered me in one smooth motion, sheathed to the hilt. Leaning over my body, he pushed his forearms under my back so his hands were cupping my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. Our gazes met: mine, heavy lidded with lust; his, teasingly warning me to brace myself for the invariably hard and inevitably pleasurable fucking I was in for.

"Makes no difference to me." His sultry whisper sent chills up my spine as he began with slow, driving thrusts, which as I expected quickly escalated until every pistoning push of his hips started lifting me from his desk. Soon, his movements became deep enough that each one would strike my prostate, causing me to clench convulsively around his cock. Squeezing my eyes tightly enough to see little Fourth of July fireworks, I started moaning passionately; loudly enough, too, that Becker leaned over to smother my mouth with his, still thrusting firmly to strike at that magical little pocket of nerves in me.

My inner muscles tightened their hold on his hardness as I came, hard. His lips and tongue worked effortlessly to capture my cries of ecstasy as he thrust powerfully into my constricting tightness once, twice, three times. His mouth opened on a wordless shout and I could feel him pulsing deep within me as we came together. Minutes passed like hours as my body milked the final few spurts of release from his stiffness.

After some time like this, he reached between us, carefully holding his condom at the base of his softening member as he pulled out from my body with a groan of sated desire. Suddenly, he was gone from my sight and, distraught, I moaned for him, my semi-conscious mind struggling against sleep as my eyes fought to keep him in view. No sooner had he gone, though, did he return to my side, gathering my pliant form in his arms and carrying me to his bedroom.

Settling me into his bed, he crawled in beside me, touching butterfly-light kisses on the hollow of my neck, trailing them up my rough, unshaven jaw towards my lips as he drew the goose-down comforter over our bodies. Taking care not to crush my slighter frame, Becker molded himself to me. He held me securely in his embrace, his fingers lightly caressing my arms as our breathing slowly returned to normal and the pounding pulse of my heart resumed its measured lub-dub tempo.

He said something to me then, something my drowsing consciousness didn't quite register on account of our making love rendering me unintelligent, as was the standard. I think I might have mumbled something back at him to that effect. His warm laughter echoed into the silence, and the last thing I remembered before darkness finally claimed me was his long, lingering kiss.

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Brrrrt! Brrrrt! Brrrrt!

Three sudden, staccato vibrations from the glass top of Becker's nightstand jolted me into consciousness. Disoriented by the star-peppered darkness of the sky outside, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes in halted zombie-like movements, glancing to the alarm clock bathing the room in a baby blue light: 5:37. I couldn't immediately remember falling asleep, or how or when I'd gotten to his bed, but if the warm body behind me was any indication, my imagination could fill in all the sordid details my short-term memory lacked, and then some.

Another longer buzz and a musical note, this time from Becker's iPhone, drew my attention back to where both had been placed on the nightstand. I made a halted movement to retrieve mine, briefly unable to comprehend my restricted mobility before I realized that Becker and I had fallen asleep with his body possessively curled around mine. I attempted to squirm out of his grasp for my phone, gaining maybe half a centimeter before he tightened his clutches around my waist.

"An' where d'ya think you're goin'?" he purred, lazily rasping five-o'-clock shadow along the nape of my neck. I shivered involuntarily at the sensation, but kept trying to escape his hold, grinding my teeth in frustration.

"Cell phone," I grunted. "Gotta check."

"Bed," he retorted. "Check. Later."

"Not later. Now." I managed to reach over and snatch my Sony Ericsson from the nightstand, squinting against the LED backlight to read the calendar reminder I'd set a week ago: Dinner w/ G'ma. Genevieve's @ 6:30. Dress nice. A feeling of dread chilled me as I checked my phone for the time, mentally kicking myself for having forgotten my plans. It was now 5:40.

"Oh, fuck me!" I shot out from Becker's hold, scrambling furiously to find my clothes.

"Already did, darlin'," he drawled, propping himself up in bed and eyeing me intently. "Many times, in many ways. Need a reminder?" Desire flared in his eyes, smothering all traces of playfulness as he reached for me.

"Nuh-uh, Becker," I dodged his outstretched hand, shaking my head. "I reeeally gotta go. I'm already going to be late for dinner, and my Grandma—shit!" I stared at him in panic. "Where are my clothes?"

Becker looked at me with half-lidded eyes, then around the room, pointing in various directions where he had discarded my clothes after tearing them off me once we'd gotten upstairs. I began retrieving what I could from wherever he pointed, throwing it on hastily. I was about to reach for my shirt when he cleared his throat meaningfully.

"What?" I turned to look at him.

"You're not wearing that to dinner, are you?" Eying me, he grimaced in slight disdain, and I followed his deliberately dropped gaze to where my dried cum stained a spot next to the zipper.

"Like I have any other choice," my shoulders dropped, defeated. "You're huge." I watched his eyes light up in arousal as he stood to stretch. "That's not how I meant it," I insisted, instantly reddening. "What I meant was, it's not as if you have anything lying around that would fit me, and I can't go home and..." I trailed off, immediately wary of the mischievous grin crossing his face. "Becker...?"

He shook his head dismissively, dazzling me with that smile of his he knew turned one part of me hard and the rest to Jell-O. Taking me by the shoulders, he brought his lips to mine in a soft, sensual kiss before spinning me in the direction of the bathroom, urging me towards it with a slap on my ass.

"Get in the shower, Michaels. You'll see."

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"How in the holy hell did you get a tailor-made suit for me in less than twenty minutes?!" I asked, bewildered by how good I looked wearing what was undoubtedly the most expensive suit I might ever wear in my lifetime. After a shower and a fresh shave, when I'd stepped out from the steam-filled master bathroom, my eye caught the black garment bag lying out next to Becker on the bed. Before I could ask, he'd unzipped it to unveil a black, private-label, custom-fit Holt Renfrew masterpiece.

"Same way I get everything else I want: I asked."

His tone was nonchalant, but I could read the satisfaction in his eyes as they wandered my body. Earlier, he had teasingly pouted as I dressed before the full-length mirror of his walk-in closet, putting on a pair of his own grey sweatpants even as he was remarking how much better I looked taking off clothes than putting them on.

I caught his lustful stare reflected in the mirror, though the look I gave him was skeptical, to say the least. "You never ask." He simply shrugged.

"You know how it is: I know people who are people who can fire other people. Just made a phone call."

As if on cue, his iPhone rumbled on the nightstand, and he padded over to pick it up. I was fairly certain he was exaggerating, but with Becker you never can tell. I could only imagine the jobs he'd jeopardized in return for my new, this-could-probably-feed-a-third-world-country-or-two attire.

--On that note...--

I stared at myself dismally in the mirror. "This cost you a lot, didn't it?"

He waved a hand dispassionately, transfixed by his phone. "You ask too many questions. It's never a matter of money for me, Michaels. Besides—" Turning away from his phone, he let his gaze slide up my body, slowly, with a predator's grace, memorizing every inch down to the most minute detail. Possessively.

"—a better question for you to ask might be, 'How in the holy hell did I get your exact measurements?'"

It was a better question. --Jaw, meet floor.--

"Ho...b-bu... y... m...wha—?"Unsuccessfully attempting full words, I settled for syllables before giving up entirely on verbal questioning in favour of gesturing frantically up and down my expensively-dressed person. Becker reached over and shook me jokingly by the shoulders.

"Buh-buh-buh-breathe, Michaels," he teased in stutter. "I wouldn't want you to faint." He paused, a mischievous expression returning to his face. "Then again, my CPR is a little rusty..." He pulled me closer, leaning in, lips parted.

I shook my head to shake off the trance his sensuality imposed, denying the sexual heat stoked by his suggestiveness. "Dinner! I have dinner to get to, remember!" My hands defensively pushed against his chest to keep Becker at bay, with results comparable to pushing an eighteen-wheeler up Mount Everest.

"Ugh. Killjoy," he groaned with mocking emphasis, sizing me up before nodding sharply and releasing me, idly sweeping the floor with his eyes. "You'll do. Where're your shoes?"

"Somewhere in the den, I think. You know, when we...uh..." I reddened significantly at the memory of the various positions I'd been in just hours before, quickly making a beeline for the other room.

"Riiiight, the den." Becker intoned knowingly, stalking me lazily, his footfalls silent on the dark hardwood. I retrieved one shoe from under the recliner and another from beside his desk, trying hard not to think about how they got there.

"I don't think I'll look at a La-Zee-Boy the same way ever again," I muttered.

Becker laughed, a rich, warm rumble, and shadowed me from the den to the foyer where I knelt down to tie my shoes. His iPhone buzzed again, and I looked up to watch him read something on the screen, his expression unreadable, before he began texting rapidly. I raised an eyebrow and he caught my questioning look.

"It's nothing, just an appointment I made that's been rescheduled." He replaced the phone in the waistband of his sweats as I finished tying my shoes. Standing, I smoothed the wrinkles out of my suit and adjusted the matching tie.

"How do I look? Good?"

He opened his mouth to say something, but words never came. It was obvious from the way he eyed me now that he'd intended to say "abso-fuckin'-lutely" or something along those lines, or maybe say nothing at all and haul me back to his bed, over-the-shoulder, caveman style. Instead, he settled for snatching a set of keys from the small table in the foyer, tossing them to me. "P5. Silver Bentley on the left. Don't worry, I won't make you bring it home with a full tank," he grinned, and I couldn't help but grin back.

"You never cease to surprise me, Maxwell Becker."

"I would hope not, Alexander Michaels. I don't plan on stopping now."

Before I could turn to leave, he grabbed me by my tie and dragged my lips to his, claiming me in a possessive soul-stealing kiss, which slowly tapered off to a soft peck on the lips as Becker ushered me towards the elevator in the penthouse's antechamber. Blissfully dazed by how wanted he made me feel, I missed the 'call' button three times before successfully pushing it, and just as the elevator doors opened, Becker called after me:

"Save some room for dessert."

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Thanks to Becker's ability to prepare for anything that required high-end attire well in advance, I'd made it to Genevieve's in good time, arriving shortly before six-thirty with just enough time to hand the Bentley's keys to the valet and zip through the front doors.

"My Alexander!" My grandmother Rosalina Wyndham greeted me enthusiastically. It had taken mere seconds to spot her: she had chosen her favourite seat by the magnificent gas fireplace centered in the middle of the restaurant's lounge, and she waved me over to her cheerfully. I caught the gaze of a very attractive dark-haired woman in a red dress eying me from the bar across the room, but I came to Genevieve's for the one and only woman who mattered in my life.

"Grandma! God, I've missed you!" Seeing her smiling and healthy, a warming happiness filled me as I greeted her with a gentle hug and kiss to her cheek. Having lost my mother at a young age, and never having known my father, both my maternal grandparents had no hesitation taking me in and raising me. I'd been brought up by the most loving people and in the most loving home in the world and, as a child, couldn't think of any greater source of my happiness.

Ever since I could remember, our little family would come to Genevieve's for all sorts of occasions, special or otherwise: getting my braces off; passing Driver's Ed; my high school graduation; my first house. Now, it was just me and my grandma, and since the special occasions were getting fewer and farther in between, we'd make up some reason to treat ourselves to a night out every once in a while.

We didn't have to make one up this time. Her doctor called a week ago to refund her last hospital bill, as the debt had already been repaid in full a month before. I hadn't realized we'd balanced the books so quickly. A few years back, my grandma wound up with a broken hip and fractured ribs after an icy slip. As my granddad had passed away three years prior, I'd taken it upon myself to pay for my grandmother's physiotherapy and other medical bills. Already weighed down with construction shifts and a crappy gig at HMV, I'd never thought I'd find another job to fit my already packed schedule, let alone one that could help subsidize bill payments. But ever since I started working at Becker Advertising, my bank account had gotten a little larger. I vaguely recall confronting him about it, but I think I dropped the subject altogether when Becker dropped my pants.




Unforgettable



I felt blush burning my face at the memory, and shook myself out of my daze as I sat across the table from my grandma. I opened my mouth to speak, my mind buzzing with millions of stories to tell her, when she sliced the air with a delicate gesture.

"Let's catch up later, my sweet boy. A full stomach leaves for an attentive mind."

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"So how long have you been entangled in love's web, my sweet Alexander?"

Her question caught me completely off guard. We'd spent the entire dinner reminiscing over fond memories and times past, and the sudden change of topic, and to such an off-topic one at that, as I'd just finished paying our dinner bill had me stuck for words.

"What makes you think I'm in love, Grandma?" I asked. She smiled at me, graciously.

"I don't think, Alexander. I know. And do you know how I know?" I shook my head. "Because when I saw you walk through those doors this evening, I saw a young man filled with the undeniable presence of such tranquil peace and true happiness that only comes to him when he's in love. A young man who could and would rearrange the stars and move heaven and earth, if that is what the one he loves desired."

I stared absently at her for a moment before her finger to my chin closed a mouth I hadn't noticed had been gaping open. She'd described exactly how I'd felt mere hours ago with Becker, when I'd had no words of my own.

--What I'd felt when I was with Becker. What I feel when I'm with Becker.--

My throat was suddenly inexplicably dry and I reached for my wine; the liquid had just touched my lips when she dropped the other shoe like a ton of bricks.

"So tell me, my Alexander: what is his name?"

Instead of drinking, I inhaled a mouthful of Sawmill Creek. Some people paused mid-bite to watch my coughing fit to eject the liquid attempting to set up shop in my lungs. After a few seconds, when I could breathe again, I still felt like I couldn't. I tried for words again, or at least one.

"What?"

"'Pardon me?'" She remarked pointedly. "I know you heard me, Alexander. People my age need hearing aids, not yours. What's his name?"

"So... you know. About me. That I'm..."

"Gay?" she finished. Her gracious smile reappeared. "Yes, my love. I know. I've known for quite some time, my Alexander. It's no big secret. Nor should it be."

"A-and you're okay with that? That I love—" --Becker! I love Becker!-- My whirring mind came to an abrupt standstill. My vision blurred, and I brought a sleeve to my face to wipe away the tears of happiness that threatened to spill down my face. My grandma pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to me ever so stealthily.

"Do you honestly think I'd think any less of you for loving another man? Love exists beyond any line of demarcation that humankind may draw, my Alexander. I cannot change whom you love any more than you can. And I would never dare; would you? I say love and let love. And I love you, my sweet boy, with every fibre of my being for every fibre of yours." She took a delicate sip of wine. "On that topic, whom do you love? You still haven't answered my question. What's. His. Name?"

I had to answer now. "His name's Maxwell James—" I trailed off mid-thought, my eyes catching sight of the namesake on the tip of my tongue.

Becker had just strode through Genevieve's front door.

I ducked my head, as if that were a successful method to avoid being seen. My grandmother's expression turned to one of utter confusion, and she turned in her chair to see what provoked my sudden scopophobia.

"What are you looking at, love?"

"Becker. Him, he—" It took a moment for my brain to catch up with my tongue. "He's the guy. The one. I love Becker." The words felt utterly foreign to hear aloud, but saying them brought on a feeling of pure serenity.

"And that name belongs to...?" she prompted. I nodded in his direction. She 'ahhh'ed in approval. "I can see why. I could love him, too."

"Grandma!" I chastised her in a hushed tone. "He'll hear you. And besides, I don't even know if he loves me."

"Well, no time like the present to find out." And before I realized what she meant by that, she was standing up, prepared to wave him over. He looked in our direction, and I inhaled deeply as he began to stride towards our table—

—and right past it as he made his way over to the bar to sit down by the leggy dark-haired woman in the red dress. I was in utter shock, taken aback as Becker put his hand in the small of the woman's back, kissing her cheek as she turned to greet him with a sparkling smile.

"Who is she?" My grandma asked, obviously confused, but nowhere near my level. I began shaking uncontrollably, rage clenching my fists. Whoever the woman was, she was of no concern to me at this point; my anger was directed at only one person sitting at that bar.

I wanted to scream at him. To shout every vile obscenity I could think of. I wanted to hate him for this betrayal that took a knife to my heart and was stabbing jagged holes in it over and over.

I don't think I was aware of what happened next, even as it was happening. The next thing I could recall was clenching my eyes shut in a wasted effort to erase what I'd just seen, but flashes still remained, seared vividly into my memory, utterly unforgettable:

The dark-haired woman in the skimpy red dress. Becker reaching into his pocket. The surprised look on her face as she covered her mouth in awe. A little black box that sat open, held out towards her, in his hand.

Becker had just proposed. But not to me.

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To be continued... have faith.

~M



Unforgettable



It was a day like any other, a day like the thousand before, or the thousand which followed. It was a day which seemed to begin with the rising of the sun and the transformation of the slumbering masses into the active souls. It was the time when dreams shifted; slipped once more behind the veil of consciousness and yet for some this was not the case. 

Brianna walked slowly purposefully across the office, slipped around Sven's desk then sat poised upon the corner. Her thighs rustled as she crossed them, causing a shiver to race along his spine, and his eyes to snap instantly to that sound. Locking onto those glorious gams, his gaze then followed the contours of her legs. They began at the ankle, swept caressingly over the sensuous curves of her calf, the delicate smoothness of her knee and onward. They were immaculate; beyond perfect even, for each time they flashed before his eyes; they set his pants on fire and made his mind race uncontrolled. He reached out, touched the warm silkiness and caressed along them until the tiny gasp registered. His eyes darted up to hers yet it was not a gasp of shock or rejection but instead one of pleasure. 

He had waited so long for this, so long to touch her and make love to her. Slowly his hand edged the skirt higher and with it she uncrossed her legs. He could see the dark thick band of her stocking top, feel it in fact and this further fueled his desire. Standing Sven drew her into his arms and kissed her. There was so much passion there, why had he never tried this before? 

His hands now sought out another pleasure, slipping almost frictionless up under her sweater to cup and squeeze those wondrous mounds. Oh how they teased his eyes each day distracted him and caused sinful thoughts. Thoughts of how to make those nipples hard, so he might better see, to touch and taste of those breasts at least within his mind. He need not have worried though for today they were all too responsive. Pressing back against his palms the nipples, warm and stimulating to his very touch, etched an unforgettable memory upon him, and his body wanted more. Releasing his long sought prize Sven turned Brianna to lean over his desk, and then gathered her skit and lifted. No panties. He knew it. Each day when he fantasized about her, she had no panties, but now with the evidence before him his cock surged and ached so he released it. 

Now with his excitement building one hand circled around and stroked softly through Brianna's fur feeling the excitement. Her thighs were wet, her pussy more so. She wanted this perhaps even more than he. At last, at long last he positioned his cock, pressed its aching head against the lips and pushed; then the alarm went off. Struggling Sven tried to hold on, he needed to finish making love yet the sweetness of that dream was already gone. His cock though did ach, ach from a desire long suppressed. He wanted Brianna, wanted her so bad. 

Closing his eyes once more, Sven slowly slipped his hand lower and encompassed that throbbing, aching shaft. He then finished off the fantasy as best he could, stroking away the ach but building the pressure and passion of a needed orgasm. 'Oh Brianna' he cried out as he came in huge spurts of cum which arched up and slammed into his own body. 'Oh God yes!' 

With his body still awash in the experience Sven then opened his eyes to the new day. 'Another day, another fantasy', Sven thought as he lay there savoring the pleasure Brianna had brought him. Sure it was only a fantasy and it merely satisfied that tiny desire of the moment, but it was the best he could hope for because each day Brianna yet fed the deeper yearnings within, and there was no chance of anything more. 

Sven had worked in the same company with Brianna now for two years and each day he secretly studied her. He knew each line, each curve, and each tiny motion. He longed for the sounds of sighs and moans yet Brianna was the ultimate; she was unobtainable, she was married. To Sven the mere suggestion that she was sexy was almost an insult, for she was more. She represented desire, purity, grace and elegance. She was beautiful, with eyes which melted his heart, a laugh which invited company, and a body to make him weak. Brianna was older, wiser, a reason for living, and a reason for working. 

Dragging himself finally from his bed Sven headed to the shower, each day he promised himself he'd not think about her, and today was no exception. He would strive to be a better person, someone in another life Brianna might have chosen herself. He knew it might be a simple matter of finding a girlfriend, someone to take his mind off her, yet each time she was within his sight that promise dwindled until all that remained was the broken shell of his own will. It was then that each day he'd watch, wishing silently for a new vision to add to his memories, a new smell, a new dress, or even a tiny piece of new information. 

Today like every other day, it only took a smile and a soft 'good morning' from Brianna to dissolve Sven's will into dust. Thereafter his eyes followed her whenever they could. They watched, remembered and filled with lust and desire. At one point as she raced to take an important call he watched as she leaned over the mass of her desk to retrieve her phone. She then remained there stretched out taking notes unaware as Sven suffered in the sweet torture. 

His cock rose within his slacks, hard and wanton, as his eyes took in the sight. The tight smoothness of her skirt as it strained against the pressure of her delicate rump. The long sensuous lines of her thighs, as they tugged tightly against that material, as well as the soft delicate dimples at the back of each knee. It reminded him of the fantasy dream he had earlier that morning, how he laid her over his own desk in much a similar fashion and took her. He wondered how that sexy rump felt, and how she'd react as he pressed himself into it. Could he possibly think of a reason to get that close, and 'accidentally' have that happen? 

Suddenly one of Brianna's legs rose, bending at the knee as she stretched even further and then her mule slipped off. With a dull thunk as it hit the floor and tumbled to the side Sven watched. He watched as Brianna's leg dropped seeking out that wayward shoe, and he knew this was his chance. He could race to her rescue slip the shoe back upon her foot caress the calf and perhaps more. He could even try to press himself against that sweet ass. The plan was perfect, so adjusting his cock such that it rose up flatly against his tummy Sven stood and then watched as Brianna's foot found the shoe. 

No! Sven said, and then realized it had been out loud, and several people including Brianna had turned to look. Trying to save face he thumped his palm upon the desk as though in disgust then pulled his chair back and sat down. Immediately he began typing anything, everything, a rapid gobble di gook of letters as though he were working. As the scrutiny left Sven deleted all he had created then opened and started a new letter. So engrossed in the task was he that Sven failed to notice Brianna's approach. Then as she spoke his name, he quickly spun about banging his knee on the corner of his desk. 

"Oh Sven" Brianna began, "I'm so sorry." 

But already Sven was waving off the apology. Even through the grimace of pain though his heart leap as Brianna sat upon the corner of his desk, but when she crossed her legs, it was almost as though everything faded into the background and time slowed. His ears heard the sound of rustling nylon, his eyes watched the thigh appear, slip into shadow and then disappear. Then as the motion ceased, all the other senses flooded back, the pain in his knee, the din of the office and Brianna's voice. 

"Sven. Sven are you alright?" Brianna was asking. 

Slowly Sven's eyes wandered up the contours of Brianna's body, taking in the sight of her hand rubbing its palm on the upper knee, the straining buttons on her suit coat and tiny flash of black lace bra. Further yet his eyes took in the smooth hollows and swells of her neck, the ruby red of her lips and the soft quizzical green of her eyes. 

"Ummm", Sven began, trying to remember the question. "Ummm, yeah. Well sort of...I'm just a bit distracted today I guess. Can't seem to concentrate properly" 

"Oh", came Brianna's immediate response. Her hand which was stroking her knee lifted and touched Sven's forehead "Perhaps you're coming down with something. Hmmm you are a bit hot, perhaps you should lie down in my office till lunch and then if you're feeling better you can go back to work and if not you can go home." 

Stunned by the touch of Brianna's hand Sven merely looked back silently, until finally Brianna spoke again. "Come on now no arguments". Brianna then extended her arm to take him in hand as her thighs rustled once again. This time they were uncrossing and sliding forward back to the floor, but the action drew her skirt ever higher upon her thighs. Sven did not fail to notice this however, for his eyes locked upon those silken trophies at that first sound. In the time it took for the skirt to creep up her thighs until it once again fell into place Sven had not breathed. The combination of the tiny lapsed breath, the sore knee from banging the desk, and Sven's still raging hard on made for a small stumble on his first step. Quickly Brianna reacted slipping her body under Sven's arm while wrapping her inner arm about his waist for support. 

"Are you sure you're ok?" she asked with a definite air of concern. 

Sven responded with "Yeah. Yeah I'm fine it..." then his eyes fell upon Brianna. The action of her moving quickly to support him had popped open the upper most button of her jacket, and her arm stretched behind his back had opened the lapels so his eyes had a complete unobstructed view of both breasts within the black lace bra. He could see the creamy swells which rose above begging for kisses, caresses and attention. He could also see the hint of aureoles which peeked between the intricate lacy designs. Not remembering where he had left off with his last statement Sven said "I think I'm ok now Brianna it was just that first twinge in my knee" 

Brianna though was not so convinced for she had felt the sudden tensing of Sven's body as he spoke and then again as they moved towards her office and thus her response was "No, I'm going to escort you and that's final". 

There was not another word between them as they moved yet Sven could not help watching those breasts. They jiggled only slightly from each step, yet that tiny motion filled Sven with an uncontrollable desire. His cock jerked and ached within his slacks constantly reminding him, and then as Brianna guided him to the sofa, she turned him to face her. He could feel his body shake with lust, desiring to grasp her and plant the most sensuous kiss upon her lips, but he fought the desire with the last of his will. 

As Brianna then aided him in sitting down, his right hand accidentally brushed the inside of her closest calf. That simple contact was enough to burst through the final barrier and Sven allowed the hand to remain in contact. Then as she shifted him into a lying position the hand rose climbing up the calf, over the knee and finally came to rest just on the lower inside thigh. It was so sweet, so soft and warm Sven could think of nothing else so closed his eyes to imprint even the finest of details upon his memory. 

From her own point of view Brianna noted how slow and tentative Sven walked from his desk, and then as she turned him to face her she felt his body begin to shake. Perhaps she thought he was sicker than she had imagined and with that great concern flooded over her. Instantly she grasped him firmly about the waist and then guided him first into a sitting position then finally into a prone one. Her furthest hand which was circling and guiding his waist then slipped away only to brush the tip of his swollen cock. She felt it jerk from that all too brief contact, yet instantly it registered. 

From somewhere deep inside Brianna felt a rush of personal excitement flash through her body. Her eyes dropped to gaze upon that bulge, and for a moment she allowed herself to be lost within that lust. She watched as it slowly rose and fell, as though the cock itself were trying to breathe or break free, and then unable to resist Brianna swept her eyes over the rest of Sven's body. 

She knew of course why some of the other women chatted about him in private, for he had classic good looks, but more than that he offered a kind of fantasy image. He was a tall, sexy Swed. with long sort of dusty blond hair surrounding solid clean shaven features. His eyes when open, not like now, were a sky blue which seemed so soft as to distract from anything else, and his body was definitely firm. Even beneath the smart pinstriped shirt he now wore the lingering expanse of muscle was undeniable. 

Suddenly as Brianna was taking stock she froze, for she saw one of Sven's hands was between her legs and under her skirt. She tried to figure out when that occurred and how come she hadn't noticed, but the sensations within her own body seemed to burst over the dam of propriety. She could feel how hot it was resting against her thigh, but more than that she was trembling with excitement. She knew her pussy was wet, so wet and realized that even her nipples ached so. Was Sven actually excited by her body? Was that why he had a hard on? Brianna found that hard to believe for although she was not unpleasant to look at she was 20 years his senior. He could have anyone he wanted and yet right now his fingers taunted the flesh of her thigh. 

'Oh why didn't he move that hand and stroke me' Brianna asked herself, as the pleasure from that motionless contact still grew. She felt the muscles contract just a bit drawing partially closed the two legs and as that occurred the hand slipped a fraction of an inch higher. 'Oh God' Brianna moaned within her own mind 'please touch me, caress me, take me, and make me yours' yet still the hand remained motionless. Brianna knew in an instant what she wanted, which was to have Sven actively caress her, but without some kind of encouragement that wasn't about to happen. Perhaps she thought if she were to stroke Sven's cock ever so softly he would respond in kind but did she have the guts. 

Nervously she glanced about seeing who was around and who might notice, and then raised her right hand, but she also discovered she couldn't bring herself to lay it upon that hot member. Instead she guided it, in a slow parallel course across the expanse of his chest imagining without touching how it would feel. The firm quality, the contours, everything, and then she guided it lower, to repeat the process on his washboard abs. Oh how wonderful they'd feel, rippling under her fingers, urging her ever onward. Still her hand glided inches above his body, and now over the form of his cock. How it throbbed there in his slacks begging for her to stroke it, kiss it and suck it. Her fingers began to close, to form a tight concave shell, which she then intended to place upon that rod of desire, but as she completed the form the phone rang. Startled, Brianna jumped up as though caught literally in the act, and in turn caused Sven's hand to slip away and his eyes to open. They were glazed with passion, a fact which did not manage to slip past Brianna, however the phone sounding a second time filled her with guilt and instantly she turned away unable to watch Sven or his further reactions. 

As Sven opened his eyes he felt as though he were in the middle of making love, the feelings were so intense. The passion and raging desire seemed to fill each every atom of his being begging him not to stop, not now. Slowly though like earlier the constant ringing brought him out of it, and he realized another day, another fantasy. Oh how this one was strong though he could still recall the heat from Brianna's thighs. The way the muscles trembled under his fingers and the way she urged him on, and on. Then like in the morning Sven was about to finish off this most pleasant of fantasies when Brianna's voice and the clarity of his surroundings finally penetrated. 'Oh my God' Sven thought as his head turned to see those silken thighs mere feet from where he lay. This fantasy had swept over him there in the office, in Brianna's presence. His brow furrowed as he tried to understand if it was it all a dream? Surely Brianna would not have... Would she? 

For a moment longer as she still spoke he tried to study her. Had anything changed, from what he knew of his past observances? Surely there would be a sign; but no everything was as it should be. When at last Brianna had finished the call she turned back to Sven and offered him a weak smile which he chalked up to simple concern. He on the other hand seeing that she still had not noticed the open button on her jacket beamed a smile back. 

As the morning wore on Sven continued to watch Brianna. Never before did he have such a chance to study her so closely, yet it was strange for at times he seemed to have a sort of power over her. There she was just busily working away when within his mind he begged her to show him something sexy. As though by a force of will Brianna then toyed with the next button in line on her jacket twisting it to and fro as though absentmindedly trying to open it. Sven begged her to open it within his mind. Begged and begged yet that action seemed too far for Brianna to go. When at last it failed to materialize Sven tried to understand where he had gone wrong. What was required to transfer his desire into her action? Some meditative state perhaps or a calmness of spirit. What if like hypnosis he could not force an action which might otherwise be unacceptable to Brianna? At last Sven decided this might well be the case for on his next try he merely suggested for her to give him another view down the top of her blouse. How sweet it was too when after concentrating and concentrating Brianna slowly stood and leaned over her desk totally unaware as she continued working. There she was flashing him the sweetest vision of her breasts, and for a moment as they hovered there he thought he saw her nipples hard and pushing against the lace. Oh what a sight that would have been up close. The sight as it was though remained enough to cause Sven's cock to leap and grow once more and perhaps that had broken his strength of will for he watched her waiver and then sit down. 

Although he did try again several times it seemed that Brianna had become aware and resisted him for even though he tried suggestion after suggestion she merely closed her eyes, softly bit her lower lip and ignored him. Perhaps Sven theorized it was not so much her resistance as his own state of excitement for when his hardness began to lessen Brianna's eyes opened. He watched as she slowly stood and walked to her filing cabinet, then as she began retrieving something he begged her to show him more leg. She had just crouched down and opened the drawer when suddenly one leg parted slightly and turned in his direction. It was so subtle but offered a long glorious look down the other thigh. Again his cock grew aching for attention and Sven decided he'd have to do something about it. Now it was his turn to move, and thus he sat up trying to be discrete as he adjusted his cock to its most inconspicuous angle. 

All the while as Sven struggled with his own lustful demons Brianna had not been spared. There were a myriad of feelings which now flooded her mind as she answered the phone. She felt guilt, shame, curiosity, and oh so much excitement. The more she tried to concentrate on the conversation at hand though, the more she imagined Sven studying her. With his soft blue eyes he'd be undressing, caressing, and pressing himself into her. Discovering the level of her excitement and most of all he'd be insatiable. She already knew her pussy was wet, but now standing she could feel how her juices had run down her thighs coating them. The thought that Sven would then discover this, made her excitement was all the more complete. All in all it was such a sinfully wicked feeling but more than that Brianna felt alive, sexy and desirable. 




Unforgettable



There was a part of her though which clung to the guilt and shock of it all. She was older, wiser, and married, all of which Sven knew, so how much of this was her fault and how much merely her imagination? Sure Sven's hand had been on her leg, but he never actually moved it except when forced by her own actions, and yet she could not say the same for her own hands. She had initiated contact between them, and he was by his own admission unable to concentrate. His erection could have been a direct result of her touching him, an automatic response to her stimulation especially since he was ill, and now she was trying to craft it into something more. In the end it was those sobering thoughts which brought Brianna back to the world of reality, and she vowed to forget the events ever happened. 

When the phone conversation finally ended Brianna turned to regard Sven. There he was, so sweet, so innocent, lying quietly with his soft mesmerizing eyes, totally unaware of Brianna's wicked thoughts and assumptions. Brianna knew now she was right, it was so easy to fantasize and build upon tiny incidences to blow them out of proportion when Sven was involved. Here she was attributing sexual advances to that poor boy when it was her own weakness and desires which truly crafted the events. With this new found knowledge and shame Brianna managed only a weak smile, but then shrank away from the beaming one which was reflected back. It was so easy to misinterpret such simple signs and thus Brianna threw herself into her work hoping in doing so she'd forget her own lustful thoughts. 

Over the next hour or so Brianna tried to concentrate on her work that however proved to be easier said than done. The trouble was the feelings her body had experienced when she had thought Sven was trying to seduce her. They had made her feel so alive, wanted and yes even sexy, yet without those thoughts Brianna now felt as though something important were missing. Until today she had never even realized it was missing but that brief sensory fantasy had opened up a new awareness. For a while she tried to imagine Sven still lusting after her, but those thoughts alone were not enough. Then as an experiment she expanded the scope and started pretending she in fact was trying to seduce him. At first it was tentative actions like flashing her eyes at him, flipping her hair, or stroking the line of her neck as she spoke on the phone, but soon she realized the bolder the action the more gratifying the result. This new revelation then lead to her toying with the button on her jacket, followed by leaning over her desk to accidentally accentuate her breasts. 

It seems now that this last action pushed Brianna further than she had intended, for as she leaned over her desk she happened to notice Sven's eyes upon her. That was all it took, for instantly her legs started to shake, trembling with passion and her pussy followed suit. As she sat down, Brianna could already feel the ach between her thighs, an ach which demanded attention, yet she paused unsure how to proceed. Sure she could slip away to some quiet place and find some relief, but here with Sven oh but that made her hot. Decision made, Brianna allowed one hand to slip from her desk and stroke her thigh through the soft wool of her skirt. At first it felt so good, stimulating the nerves bringing even more excitement, but soon that was no longer enough. Brianna's body wanted more, and with every stroke she was surrendering. Now her hand had gathered the skirt and dragged it up the thigh, while her finger tips stroking the nylon, teasing the skin beneath. For a moment Brianna's eyes closed imagining it was Sven and her body shivered from that instant pleasure but when her finger brushed the nylon crotch of her pantyhose Brianna almost moaned out loud. 

It had become too much, any more Brianna realized and she'd be lost so she forced herself to stop, yet her body begged for one more thrill. She knew she couldn't stroke her clit not there, not now, but what further thrill could she offer? There was only one thing she could think of to flash Sven a long look up her skirt. To show him those thighs wet with her excitement. To reveal to him what he had done, and how well he had succeeded. Even before she started to stand Brianna's legs shook. It was as though they knew the pleasure which was about to befall them, and were reacting to it. Then the four feet to the filing cabinet seemed like a mile for each step further added to the anticipated sexual sensation. Brianna felt as though at any moment her legs would give out on her and send her tumbling to the floor but at last she had reached the cabinet. Slowly carefully she lowered her body into a crouching position then placed a hand upon the drawer and pulled. It glided easily open as she stole a glance at Sven, and there he was watching her. Those eyes, those glorious eyes caressing her taking in the finest of details and making love to her as no man had ever done before. Her pleasure was all but complete and so now it was easy to swing the closest leg open. Easy for now Brianna was offering herself to him and each tiny movement send new waves of pleasure through her. Suddenly Sven moved. He sat up with his eyes constantly regarding her as he shifted his weight forward. What was he doing? 

"Sven?" Brianna asked 

"Its ok Brianna", came the response. "I'm feeling better and think I should go back to work, there's quite a lot to do and I don't think I'll be able to finish it all." 

"We could stay late if that'd help Brianna offered, then immediately asked herself 'What the heck are you saying. You want to be alone with him?' She might well have tried to retract that offer too had it not been for the silent penetrating gaze Sven offered in response. 

Those eyes seemed to be reading her very intent for in a shy sheepish voice Sven then said "Ok. Perhaps that is best." 

The smile which then followed hit Brianna like the wave of a minor orgasm. Her legs shivered and she dropped one knee to the floor offering Sven and even greater view up her skirt. She felt the flood of juices running down her thigh, and she knew she needed to relieve this wondrous sexual tension, so slowly she stood and headed to the bathroom. 

For Sven, Brianna's offer was like a dream come true. To have the woman of his fantasies offer to spend a few hour or even just a few minutes alone together was almost more than he could take. He jumped at the chance though, not wanting to let this one small opportunity pass. He'd deal with his struggle for control later but now at least he'd swim in the sea of feelings she inspired. Then as he had intended Sven stood and slipped away to the bathroom where he could relieve the tensions Brianna had already managed to insinuate within his body. He knew that if he didn't do this working for the remainder of the day much less alone with Brianna would be impossible. 

Together side by side yet not touching both Sven and Brianna headed to the bathroom. Each one having dark sexy thoughts and strong desires as they entered their appropriate door, but not another word passed between them. Then inside as fate might have it, the cubicles they chose backed upon each other, and the pleasure they sought was mirrored in the hands and minds of the other. Together they came, a deep, powerful, shuddering orgasm, which was as sweet as any imagined coupling and ending with the other calling out their name. Who could have imagined such amazing pleasure, or the impression each had that they too heard their name called out. 

For the remainder of the normal business day both Brianna and Sven reflected on the sweetness of their individual experiences. Neither one knew of the others nor did further sensations cause them to consider this any more than a momentary daytime fantasy. Life would return to normal, and from then on it would be business as usual. 

After hours though, both might well have admitted to having curious thoughts. How would the other kiss, caress, and feel? Was there any attraction, any hope? The strange sexual tension seemed somehow stronger then and perhaps it was, for they both were keenly aware they were alone. It was easy though to fight such thoughts and thus the work progressed and nothing more happened, nothing more at least until Brianna received a phone call. 

Sven was just bringing her the updates he had printed off when that call came in. He was just about to lay them in fact in Brianna's inbox when she leaned forward to retrieve the phone. Sven couldn't help it his eyes dropped to capture the image of Brianna's breast floating into view and his concentration lapsed. Instead of placing the papers in the box he missed and they scattered about the floor. Instantly he was there though to retrieving them, but Brianna then sat back causing her legs to slip out from beneath her desk. Suddenly the full force of Sven's desire overwhelmed him and his hand caressed the closest calf.

At first contact it jerked slightly but then it settled down and remained still as his fingers explored the delicate softness. Brianna had not made moved to stop him, but instead continued talking as though nothing were occurring. Slowly Sven allowed his hands to roam higher but as they touched Brianna's skirt her hand came down and pushed his away. Again Sven caress what he was allowed, caress lightly every soft inch behind each leg but again he was stopped from progressing further. Spinning Brianna's chair to now face him Sven laid both hands upon the back of her calves then as they caressed up simultaneously his lips lowered to kiss the exposed nylon clad knees. 

Perhaps it was shock for Brianna offered no resistance other than preventing his hands from moving higher, or her legs from parting. Still though the contact was beginning to affect her for as Sven's lips and tongue explored the closed valley between her knees they began to shake. 

Again and again Sven nuzzled at the valley urging it open with nothing more than tiny pressures showing Brianna where his lip wished to go. Then slowly almost as though in a dream they began to inch open. Each miniscule movement allowed his lips and tongue to explore new ground and then his hands returned. This time they delicately inched up the skirt, but only when the lips and tongue drove the nerves at that barrier wild. The process was painstakingly slow yet ultimately erotic. 

Then when Brianna's skirt had exposed half of her thighs Sven tried to urge her legs open. Once again Brianna's hands stopped him, pushing him away before her finger wagged a simple 'No!' She then pointed to the phone and resumed talking. Sven though was already too far gone and his lips returned to the last place he was permitted. At first Brianna placed a hand upon his head but when the tongue dragged longingly along the nylon back and forth it dropped away of its own accord. 

Still not satisfied with what he had obtained Sven pressed onwards. The skirt continued higher and so too did his kisses and tiny licks. Brianna tried crossing her legs perhaps in defiance of her desire yet as Sven patiently worked the nerves they soon slipped back to resting side by side. As this occurred Sven was able to finally push Brianna's skirt the last remaining inches up to her waist. Still there was no sigh of panties and she held out from allowing him a taste of those delicate inner thighs. No matter what he tried Brianna refuse to open those sweet portals at least not until he returned to the knees. Here perhaps she felt safer or Sven had discovered an erogenous zone for with the constant pleasuring from his lips and tongue she slowly allowed him to explore the inner softness.

Sven could already feel the way Brianna's legs were shaking yet as before he teased an area then pressured higher until each new morsel was revealed. Slowly ever so slowly this permitted Sven's head to slip higher tasting the inner thighs of Brianna. The closer he got to that wondrous goal the more he realized her breathing was increasing. He strained his ears to listen as the process continued and as Brianna's pantiless pussy finally came into view he realized she was speaking with her husband. Oh how erotic that made this to tease her there with him on the other end of that phone. For a moment Sven wondered what he was saying, if he heard the increase in Brianna's breathing, if he knew, if he cared, but then the squirming of Brianna's thighs cast aside those thoughts. Now Sven licked and teased high upon the inner thigh. It was already so wet and tasted so good. Brianna's hips began a slow rhythmic grinding and Sven smiled. At last at long last he was going to fulfill his fantasy. Then ringing! Ringing, and ringing. No, no he fought the urge to awaken driving instead his tongue against the wet pantyhose crotch. He heard the gasp and more ringing. Brianna's hand twisted in his hair but still he licked and licked. She tasted so good her thighs squeezed his head, and still he licked and licked pushing around the slick lips beyond the barrier of nylon. Then a deep hard shiver rolled up Brianna's legs and suddenly her ass lifted off the chair and froze in mid air supported only by Sven's shoulders and the back of the chair. For a moment or perhaps two that's how it remained then wild shaking vibrated through Brianna's thighs. She'd cum and the ringing which threatened to awaken him had stopped.

Slowly now Sven eased Brianna's body back to the chair but not before his hands grasped the waist of the pantyhose and pulled them past her smooth sexy ass. His head then rose up, lips covered in a mixture of her juices and his own saliva, to regard her eyes. They sparkled wildly, while her breathing was hard and almost uncontrolled. Her palm had at some point covered the mouthpiece of the receiver, in an effort to hide what was happening, but for Sven she never looked sexier. As one of his hands continued to remove Brianna's pantyhose the other released his hard aching cock. Then with a sweet broad smile and slight cock of his head he leaned forward. 

The surprise on Brianna's face was immediate for while his face distracted her, his throbbing hard cock pressed hotly against her pussy anxious now to get inside. She gasped once, raised her free hand and placed it in the center of Sven's chest. She was stopping him, and he couldn't believe it. Perhaps the expression which swept over his visage told her of his confusion, for suddenly her hand slid to the side grasped his shirt and pulled him. His cock head thick and hard seemed to pop inside then again her hand pressed against his chest. For a brief moment she tilted the other hand from the mouthpiece said "Yes! Ok. Yes.", then covered it again. 

Now Sven could feel how his cock's head throbbed just inside Brianna's pussy he so wanted to just drive in deep but with her holding him off he fought the urge and waited. He waited until once more Brianna uncovered the mouthpiece, but this time as she spoke Sven used the ingenuity of her chairs design to rocked her slowly back and forth. Perhaps office chairs had never been designed specifically for this, but with its natural ability to tilt back and forth for comfort Sven used it to slip his cock in and out without actually moving. He watched as Brianna's eyes glazed over, watched as she gasped into the open mouthpiece then froze wanting to bring her more but nervous about her getting caught. 

As her eyes began to clear Sven started again; rocking her chair and his hips at the same time sliding in and out deeper and deeper. Brianna reacted instantly grasping his shirt tightly and holding on seemingly for dear life. Her legs rose wrapped tightly about his hips, and he could feel how her body shook around him. Her pussy also clamped down on his cock holding him, preventing that last sweet stimulation which would send her crashing through a powerful orgasm. Brianna was close again so close, and Sven wanted this more than anything. He waited though waited for the intensity to drift slightly waited for Brianna to say "Uhhh I have to go... I'll call you later", and then hang up. Her words were filled with a passion of the moment, a ragged breathless mixture of strung together syllables identifiable to be sure yet clearly of one of someone lost in the experience. 

Before the receiver was snug in the cradle Sven started again. Harder, faster rocking, and driving himself in and out, with long, deep strokes, which Brianna moaned from over and over again. The sound of that moaning, that sexy breathless sound caused Sven to leap that final precipice and his cock began to cum inside. Brianna felt it too the deep swelling and jerking and her final scream echoed in Sven's ear. Never had he imagined the experience to be like this never again would his fantasy live up. Brianna was all he wanted, and now as she slid from her chair and lay upon him he was complete. In the background the ringing started again, and for once Sven smiled. If this was a dream he was ready to wake up and if not he was ready to explore new venues with Brianna. 



Unforgettable



At the time, I thought I was in love with the girl. In the end I decided that it had been nothing more than a relationship based on lust, but for awhile the emotion was real enough. We were both still in high school then, both Seniors but she was older than I was by a few months. Because of my September birthday, I had always been the youngest person in my class, or close enough.

Beth was the kind of girl every guy dreamed about, but had still gone through most of high school without a serious boyfriend. Maybe people were intimidated by her, but if you'd ever asked a kid what he was looking for in a girl, she fit the description exactly. She was a little on the short side, which most guys like, especially myself, but I think it bothered her, because she always wore high heeled stuff to make up for it. She had a slim figure, only weighing 135 pounds, but was actually very curvy, and in exactly the right places.

Her breasts were quite large for her age, a set of 36D tits that gave her a very top heavy look, as if she'd fall right over if she bent over too far. Her various activities at school kept her n very nice shape. She took part in the musicals, and her figure showed that she was a very nice dancer. Her waist was very trimmed down, and a flat stomach, but not at all muscular. Her hips belled out to give her a perfect hourglass shape, and let her wear many things other girls could not, or just didn't look as spectacular in.

She had a very nice, round and firm butt, and she knew it. Coupled with her curved hips, she often wore very low riding pants; seemingly only defy gravity by the curvature to her shape. She filled out all of her clothes very well, and I often found myself wanting to shed a tear or two over a pair of very tight pants that perfectly exhibited her perfect ass and legs.

The day I finally had worked up the courage to ask her out, she was absolutely stunning. We were friendly and talked often throughout classes and in-between, but it was almost like seeing her for the first time. She was wearing a white low, square cut top that showed a tasteful amount of cleavage, though not too much. Just enough to keep you interested. I could just barely make out her bra underneath, also low cut to accommodate the top. It was still early in the new year, and her nipples poked ever so slightly out, making my mouth water slightly.

The top stopped just past her belly button, showing off a bit of her taught belly before her pleated, black skirt rested low on her hips, the very tops of her hip bones poking slightly over the top, as if drawing attention to the sweet heaven between her legs. The skirt stopped at her mid-thigh, and I could barely keep my mind from wandering and imagining sliding my hand right up the back of her thigh to her butt, bare except the triangle of cloth of her thong near the top.

Her legs were very nice. Muscular from dancing, yet still very pliable, and I could spend minutes staring at them jiggle as she tapped her foot in boredom during class. The outfit ended in a toeless high-heeled shoe, showing newly painted toes, each toe a bright blue color. Her eyes looked up at me as I tried to form the words. She wasn't only sexy from the slightly provocative way she dressed, but she just had an aura about her than was very sensual. Her light green eyes seemingly peered through me as I struggled for words. It didn't help that I could very faintly catch a whiff of her perfume, which she had applied perfectly, and was enough to send me into a mumbling mess alone.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally blurted out that I wanted to go out with her some time, and to my surprise, she accepted. Back then I didn't have a great self-image. As a young child I had been very skinny, and after 5th grade I became a real butterball. It was like that for a few years, but after my growth spurt in 9th grade, I still felt fat, even though I had stretched it out very well, looking back. I was as tall as most guys, even taller than most, though I didn't feel tall.

My long, curly hair framed my face and successfully hid my over-sized ears that always drew a remark, even if it was a joking reference to the size of my manhood. I didn't really work out, but I developed a nice set of muscles. Nothing outstanding or a bulging mass of muscles, but a good thick upper arm, with just a bit of fat around it and a powerful set of legs from long walks I had taken. The only really doughy part of me left was my stomach, and I had a bit of a gut that always made me self conscious and dress in loose clothing.

The rest of the day, all I could think about was her and how soft I imagined her skin was, especially the very pale pink skin between her thighs. I had a hard time masking an almost permanent erection that tented my pants and made me even more self conscious, especially when a teacher asked me to go to the board to write something, though I luckily was so afraid at the moment about my erection being discovered that I instantly lost it, but it came back as soon as I was safely back in my seat.

At the end of the day, which I thought would never come; I raced home to get ready for my date in a few hours. Stripping off my clothes I jumped into the shower and shaved my crotch while I washed off the day of excitement, in anticipation of what was to come. I didn't really think she'd give it out that easily, but it never hurts to be prepared. She wasn't like other girls. She was smart, though she didn't show it off as much as she did her physical attributes. Her soft voice always made me lean closer to her, like I needed an excuse, so I could hear her in the crowded halls.

After I showered, I combed my mop of hair as best I could before messing it up again, because that was how I liked it. I really did like my hair, though I always complained it was a nuisance, but I liked it best when it was wet and hanged around my face, rather than just sat as a mass on my head. I slipped on a fresh, black t-shirt and changed into a nice pair of boxers and finished it off with a set of olive green cargo pants, which fit very tight at my hips and was looser near my feet, and my favorite black hoodie. She was always cold so I had fallen into the habit of offering her my hoodie until class ended. I applied my deodorant and dashed out the door, nervous butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

Arriving at her house, she exited as soon as she saw that I had pulled up, turning back into the house to say something to her family, probably something about going out. It was twilight already, so it wasn't until she got closer to the car that I could really see what she was wearing. She seemed to still be wearing the same top, but now had a short black jacket on. It had been a mild winter, so there wasn't too much reason to wear a lot of heavy clothes. She was wearing tan color cargo pants that mirrored mine. Very tight fitting around her hips and especially her ass and fit more loosely around her legs.

That image of her walking towards me is one I'll never forget. The porch light behind her silhouetted her perfectly as her large breasts bounced slightly from her walk down the steps towards the car. Hopping in the passenger seat, she beamed at me and quickly leaned over and kissed me full on, surprising me with just a hint of tongue that slid over my lips before she pulled away.

I knew she was into oriental food, and I decided to do a little something different on our date. I had always thought that dinner and a movie was so cliché, and it didn't really give you a chance to talk to your date. I took her to some little Vietnamese restaurant only a few blocks from my house, called the Little Saigon, and got a few courses to go while she waited in the car. I had a few blankets in back of the car, and we went to a little park a few more blocks away. By that time at night it was long deserted by the children and parents, leaving us alone on top of a small, grassy hill in the middle of the park, dimly lit by a street light or two.

We talked as we ate straight out of the little paper cups they had packed the food in. We eventually got onto the subject of our feelings a little after we finished our meal and set it aside, laying close on the blanket. 

"I've actually had a bit of a crush on you for awhile now..." Beth said lightly, dipping her chin down a bit to avoid my gaze, as if she had any reason to be embarrassed. 

Tipping her chin up with one of my fingers I looked straight into her eyes, "You have no idea how long I've wanted you," and with that I kissed her passionately, my tongue sliding lightly over her lips before slipping into her willing mouth to massage her tongue. I could still taste her chicken in her mouth, but it didn't bother me at all. I could've stayed like that forever and not minded. My hand slid down her side, past her waist, over her hips and behind to her butt, squeezing it slightly and pulling her closer to me so her breasts pushed into my chest.

I finally pulled back to take a breath and ended up staring at her beautiful face. Her cheeks were lightly flushed and the soft light from the street lamp nearby reflected off of her perfectly shaped nose and her lips that were still a little juicy from the meal. Her eyes sparkled as I let my gaze fall into them as my other hand stroked her cheek lightly. Finally snapping out of my trance, I leaned in for another kiss, and this time she was back to being the aggressor, which was very odd coming from a girl who acted as meek as her, her tongue sliding immediately into my mouth.

For almost an hour, we stayed like that, kissing and letting my hands explore her body. I couldn't believe what was happening. The most gorgeous girl I'd ever seen was lying in my arms and letting me kiss her as me hands slid from her thighs up to her breasts and back again, numerous times. Eventually though it got late and I had to take her home, receiving one last kiss in the car in front of her house before she got out with a little wink and retreated up the steps to her house, adding a little swagger to her hips that was only exaggerated more by the high heels she was wearing.

That night I couldn't even get to sleep and ended up masturbating just to relieve some sexual tension to make it possible to fall into a deep sleep where I dreamed of her and what I imaged lay ahead. The next morning I showered and got dressed before going to pick her up, making sure to pot on all my jewelry, from the shot bead necklace to the spiked wrist band and the rubber bracelets.

Beth came out and was wearing a very form fitting set of baby blue pajama pants and a matching jacket. I had to bite back a little sigh as she crossed in front of the car and I caught a glimpse of her ass in the pants that fit so very nicely on her, not to mention the slight bouncing of her breasts as she walked. Hopping into the car she leaned over and kissed me deeply, and when she pulled back, I saw something different in her eyes.

"I never got to thank you properly for last night," she cooed softly, simultaneously undoing the button on my pants and unzipping them in one deft movement before slipping her hand into my boxers, taking a hold of my rapidly growing cock. "I had a really good time. Thank you," Beth said slowly, letting the pad of her thumb trace all the way around the tip of my cock. Pulling her hand out, she slipped her thumb into her mouth and cleaned off the pre-cum that had begun leaking from my cock, putting her hand back in once she was finished and stroked my cock, sitting next to me as if nothing was going on except she was waiting for me to take her to school.

That's how I drove to school for a long time, with her next to me and her hand in my pants slowly stroking my cock up and down. It's really helped me learn to drive with distractions, one of the many things I should thank her for. But that first time was unforgettable. Once we got to school, I turned off the car and we just sat there for a moment, as I was rendered totally vulnerable by her actions on my cock, which was by now harder than I could remember it ever being. She picked up the pace on my cock a bit until she could feel me getting close and my balls tightening up.

"Not yet babe, you're going to have to wait for that," Beth murmured in her tiny baby voice, then leaning down and pulling my cock out of my pants and slowly cleaning the pre-cum off her hand and my cock with her tongue before sitting back up and stuffing me back into my pants and re-buttoning and re-zipping them. Our first class was the only one we had together unfortunately, and I sat in front of her. We arrived a little late, but the teacher was lenient, since we were good kids and it was the first time. 

All throughout the 50 minutes of class, all I could think of was her right behind me and what we could be dong later on. It didn't help that she crossed her legs and would drag her toes back and forth over my ass, sending small shivers up my spine. After the torturous 50 minutes, we walked to my locker, which was in a secluded part of the school, just a bit off of one of the most traveled hallways. Pressing her against the row of lockers, I pressed my body flush with hers and kissed her. That was something else I'll never forget. The feeling of my right thigh separating her legs and pressing up into her pussy for the first time while my tongue danced with hers and her chest heaved into mine is totally unforgettable.

I was late for my next class too. The rest of the day seemed to fly by. I couldn't think about anything but her, not paying attention to any of my classes. In my mind I imaged us doing every little dirty thing I had been dreaming about for months, and how those could eventually become a reality. I even got a condom from a friend who gave me an odd look, and doubted my newly formed relationship, asking if she was real or not. I ignored him too, because it didn't matter if he believed or not, because it was. 

Because of our little adventure that morning, I had parked in the very back corner of the parking lot, so no one would see us. By the time I got there, she was already inside, and from the looks of it, had her hands in her pants. When I got in, she seemed a little surprised, but didn't remove her hand for a minute or two. She didn't cum, just was reluctant to stop. 

"Would you like a taste," she asked rhetorically, knowing what the answer would be and not waiting for it. Sliding her fingers over my lips and into my mouth, I got my first taste of her heavenly pussy then, just another thing I won't forget. After I carefully cleaned off each of her slightly sweet fingers, she pulled them out of my mouth and slid them right into my pants, taking my cock in her hand for the second time that day, letting my saliva work as a simple lubricant.

Even now, that remains as one of the best hand jobs I've ever received. She started off slowly pumping it, her whole fist wrapped around the thick shaft, stopping occasionally to tease the rim of my head with her thumb. As it progressed, she would squeeze tighter and tighter around the shaft as her hand climbed closer to my head, then loosened as it slid back down, before repeating the process, almost as if she was milking my cock.

I don't remember anything but that hand job from the drive home, and am extremely amazed that I didn't get into an accident on the way, but I made it back to her house. I thought it'd be the end of her fun, but when she got out, she came to my side and opened the door, my pants still undone and now exposed to the outside world. I was a little flabbergasted until she spoke.

"Why don't you come in? My parents are out of town for a few more days, and my sister went with them," Beth softly said, leaning down into the car to make it easier for me to hear her. "Oh, and don't worry about those," she motioned toward the pants, "I'll take care of everything."

Taking my cock back in her hand, she pulled me up and out of the car, just giving me enough time to get my keys out of the ignition. Pulling me up the stairs to her house, she walked backward, one hand on my cock, the other pinching my pants closed near the top. After crossing the short yard to her house, she pushed the door open with her shoulder and pulled me inside then closed the door with her foot and slammed me up against it, letting my pants drop and kissing me with all the passion she could muster. 

I don't remember how long we stood like that, kissing, my back against the door and her body pressed tightly into mine. Suddenly, she broke away from the kiss with a twisted smile. I was still recovering from it, I licked my lips and I could taste her strawberry lip gloss. This made my cock twitch in her hand, and she must've felt it because she laughed and slowly spoke.

"I think it's time I properly showed you how much I appreciated the good time last night."

Kneeling in front of me, Beth rested her head on the top of my thigh, planting soft kisses along the base of my cock on one side, pumping her hand lightly over the tip. After a few minutes of the slow stroking and soft kisses, she sat up and yanked my boxers down, my cock, pulled down with them for a moment and bouncing back up once they were free of the boxers.

"Mmm, cock just like I like it. Hard," she quietly said. She still maintained her very soft voice, but it only added to the sexy quality of her. One hand cupping my balls, she leaned closer, the extremely soft skin on the head of my cock hitting her in the cheek, and she moved her head from side to side, letting my cock's head slide from cheek to cheek and across her soft, glossy lips. Letting a slow, long moan out, I mentally filed away this as one of the many things I'd never forget about her. 

Parting her lips slightly, she took the very tip of my cock in her mouth, her tongue darting back and forth over the little slit in my cock as it leaked pre-cum steadily. Taking the rest of the head into her mouth, she bit down just a tiny bit, her teeth catching on the rim of my head so I couldn't move any direction but into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the head slowly and firmly massaging my balls, she elicited another moan that felt like it was coming from my toes. It was then that she moved her head down my cock, getting almost ¾ of the way down before I felt the back of her throat.

"What a shame," I thought, "I was hoping she could take it all." At that precise second, she took a quick breath through her nose and slightly pushed her head further down until I felt my cock start to slide down her throat. Once her lips were firmly pressed to my shaved crotch, she opened her mouth around my cock, slipping her tongue out past the underside of my cock and proceeded to lick around the tops of my balls as she massaged them, her free hand clenching on my ass.

"Ooooooh Goooooooooood...." I moaned, unable to think clear enough to say anything else. It was obviously a very practiced motion, but unlike other guys, I didn't care how many times she'd done it for someone else, because now as my turn. Leaning my head back so it was supported by the door, I closed my eyes and did the best I could not to explode with cum down her throat right then. Pulling back, Beth made sure not to catch her teeth on my head and sat back, gasping a little for air. She understood my concerned look and settled my fears by immediately taking my cock back in her mouth, only about half way, and twisting her head back and forth a bit as she sucked on my cock and used the hand that was previously on my ass to pump the base of my cock.

She repeated the deep throating procedure several more times, each time staying down a bit longer, even bringing my balls to her throat and humming on them, receiving another moan from me, as it stimulated not only my balls but the head of my cock as it slipped into her throat. It wasn't long before I was babbling constant praises to god and her as she brought me closer and closer to orgasm. My hips bucked instinctually back and forth, and she didn't let me pull out of her mouth one inch, her movements masking mine to keep it deeply lodged in her mouth until she decided to let me go.




Unforgettable



"Ooooooh, fuck yes... I'm gonna cum, oh Beeeeth..." I continued moaning, some of it intelligible, some of it not, my eyes rolling back in my head as it lolled from side to side.

"C'mon baby, give me that cum. Cum on my face, c'mon, give it to me." Beth murmured into the end of my cock, a rare time that she didn't have it stuffed as far into her mouth as it would go. She continued beating my off with her hand alone, licking the end of my cock occasionally. I finally got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh fuuuuuuck, I'm cummmmmming!" I almost screamed and Beth sat back on her heels immediately, open mouthed and continuously pumping my cock until I began spurting cum onto her. Without flinching she kept beating me off, some of the cum turning into lube on my cock as my cock spasmed time and time again, more times than I could count. For a good while after I had finished, Beth continued to milk my cock as she had in the car an hour or so before, to get every last drop of cum out.

Looking down at her, I almost came again, and I would've if I hadn't just cum so violently. She was positively covered in my cum. It had reached all the way into her shoulder length auburn hair. It ran in long, thick strings down her face, some right between her eyes or even across them and caught in her long eye lashes. Both cheeks were completely frosted with my cum, and some dripped from her nose. Whatever she didn't get in her mouth or lick off her lips ran down her neck or dripped from her chin onto her chest. She had unzipped her jacket without me noticing, and she only wore a bra underneath.

Sliding her hands down her chest, gliding over the mounds that her breasts created and unzipped the clingy jacket all the way, letting it fall off her shoulders and to the floor, proudly displaying her swelling breasts. Pulling the cups of the bra down under her breasts, Beth let it sit under her large breasts as she scooped up some of my cum with her fingers and played with her nipples after her fingers were covered in my juices. Rolling her nipples in her fingers, she looked up at me with her big eyes and spoke between puckering her lips and sucking up and down the side of my cock, which never softened a bit in the past few minutes.

"How was that," she asked softly after breaking away from my cock for a moment. I don't think she expected me to say anything. "I love your cum on my face. It's so warm." Tipping my cock towards the ceiling she softly sucked on the underside of it. "I love the feel of your cock too, in my hands, especially in my mouth. Now I want it in me." Despite what had just happened, that still shocked me, but I was never one to disappoint before.

Holding her chin in my hand, I slowly helped her up until she was standing against me, her perfect pink nipples poking into my chest as I cleaned some of my cum from her neck, chin and around her eyes, then sliding my fingers into her mouth for her to enjoy.

"I think we both better get out of these clothes," I blurted out. I have a knack for stating the obvious. She just smiled at me and stepped back, wiggling her shoulders slightly which let her bra fall down her waist before she took it off, but also very nicely shook her breasts for me, and I think my cock got just that much harder. Stepping back just a bit more, she turned with her back to me and slid her hands down her sides until the caught the top of her pajama bottoms. Bending almost fully over with her legs spread, Beth rolled her pants down. She hadn't been wearing anything underneath.

Letting out a low moan, I stared at her pink pussy, which had been freshly shaven. Grinning at me, she ran her fingers over each side of it, as if to assure me of how velvety soft I would soon find out that it was. I quickly stepped out of my pants, kicking off my shoes and socks. She grabbed me by the front of the shirt before I had the chance to slip it off as well, pulling my in for a passionate kiss as she wrapped one of her legs around mine. After a minute of our tongues rubbing madly against each other, she pulled me up the stairs to her parent's bedroom.

"Oh, don't worry, they'll never know. Besides, it's much nicer than mine," Beth whispered to me when she caught my look of apprehension, but I was in no state to really question her on anything. Twirling around so my back was to the bed, she quickly ripped off my shirt, letting her lips fall onto my chest as she kissed up to my chest until she reached my nipple, then nibbling on it. Softly biting down at first, she flicked her tongue over the tip of my nipple as well, eventually building up the pressure on my nipple until it was as hard and long as it would go.

Moving to the other, she walked me backwards until the back of my legs hit the foot of the bed as she let her tongue swirl around my nipple, occasionally taking it into her mouth and sucking hard on it. Sucking for all she was worth, my hands went to her breasts and took one in each hand, squeezing them until the overflowed my hand, bringing a soft moan from her which was muffled by my chest. Suddenly pushing me backwards, I fell onto my back on the bed, and before I could react, Beth had straddled me and slowly crawled up my body. Beth moved slowly up my body, her breasts dangling in front of my mouth were irresistible, and when I took her nipple into my mouth, I felt it instantly harden from the soft spongy tissue to this pink rock on the end of her breast. I could feel Beth grinding her pussy into the base of my stomach, just above my cock, and I could tell how hot and wet she had become, her juices starting to run onto me. Pulling her breast reluctantly from my mouth, Beth quickly replaced it with her pussy as she straddled my head.

I moved my hands to her butt, squeezing each fleshy globe and massaging them then pulling them apart as I kissed the inside of her thighs, savoring the sweet aroma of her pussy. It was intoxicating, being between her legs with her pussy aching to be touched, and her juices running slowly along the inside of her thigh. After what seemed like an eternity, my lips came to her pussy, which brought an immediate reaction. Using one of my hands, I slightly parted her labia and let my tongue slide along the outside of her pussy, then slowly in between each fold in her pussy, purposely avoiding her clit.

Arching her back, Beth shoved her pussy down onto my face, her clit rubbing along the bridge of my nose, and I felt her pussy twinge. Tilting my head up, I ran my tongue from the bottom of her pussy all the way to the top until I found her clit which was standing free of its hood. Flicking my tongue over it slowly, Beth moaned more loudly than I had ever heard anything from her mouth before. I flicked my tongue back over her clit again a few more times, then took it in my mouth, pinching it between my teeth after I wrapped my lips over them.

Beth was now writhing in my grasp, her hips bucking back and forth and grinding down into my face as I nibbled on her clit again, then taking it further into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue as I sucked hard on it. Pulling back on her clit slightly, Beth let out a guttural moan, she had become very vocal in the past few minutes, and I loved it. I slowed down a bit as I slid my fingers into her hot pussy, I could only fit two in. I turned my palm so it faced towards me and searched with my fingers for this g-spot I had heard about until I came to a patch that felt different somehow, but impossible to explain.

Making a running motion with my fingers inside her, I moved them over the spot as I started sucking on her clit again. I could feel her grinding her hips down even harder now; barely letting them come up off of me anymore. Her thighs tightened around the sides of my head, squeezing it for all she was worth.

"Ooooooh, fuuuuuuuuuck! I'm cumming, I'M CUMMING!" Beth screamed at the top of her lungs, and my face was suddenly covered in a hot wave of her juices that flowed over my chin and around my cheeks. I kept lapping at her pussy for a few minutes after she began coming down from the orgasm, cleaning up as much of the juices that coated the inside of her legs as possible. Eventually, Beth picked up her hips and slid back, her pussy sliding along my chest and coming to rest just about my cock, her face right about mine, she kissed me passionately, her tongue searching my mouth and picking up any spare traces of her pussy's juice.

"You ready for the grand finale?" Beth softly said in between kisses. I most certainly was. Getting up off me, she moved further up the bed, and knelt on her hands and knees, her breasts pressed against the bed and wiggling her butt at me with a mischievous smile. I meant to go to my pants and get the condom, until she stopped me. "Don't worry about it, I'm on the Pill. Besides, I want to feel you cum hard in me," the last came out with a wicked little smile and a wink.

Once again, I was in no way going to argue. It'd only been a half-hearted motion for the condom anyway. Just thinking about sliding into her without a layer of plastic in-between us made my cock jump slightly and harden just a bit more. Waddling over the bed towards her on my knees, my cock swaying from side to side with each motion I took my place behind her, letting my hands rest on her ass as she lay down on her chest, letting her arms move to her breasts.

I slowly slid my cock between her ass crack, the girth of my manhood wedged firmly between her butt cheeks as I pumped lightly back and forth, not penetrating her yet. Moaning, Beth rolled her hips in a slightly circular motion, trying to goad me to slide my cock into her hot pussy. I held off as long as I could, slowly pistoning my cock in and out of her butt cheeks before withdrawing and aligning my cock with her pussy, using my hands to move her hips to guide my cock into her without using my hands.

The head of my cock slid easily into Beth's pussy, which by now was practically over-flowing with her juices. Just thrusting in and out enough to push the head in and out, I took a deep breath and did my best not to blow my load prematurely. Probably a good thing I received that amazing blowjob before hand. After a few minutes, Beth's moans turned into whines, begging for me to slide more than just the head of my cock inside her. I couldn't resist anymore and I very slowly slid my cock into her pussy. It was so soft and warm I could barely think for a few minutes, just keeping my crotch pressed tightly to hers as she whined lightly and rocked her hips side to side.

After recovering from the heavenly initial feeling of penetrating her velvety soft pussy, I pulled my hips back all the way until only the tip of my cock was left inside her, pushing it back in a bit more quickly, adding a little extra push in the end, rocking her whole body forward a bit. After a few minutes of the slow thrusting, Beth got back up onto her hands and began rocking her body back and forth, in rhythm with my motions, slamming her hips back just as I thrust in, giving it the feeling of a nice hard thrust.

"You like it hard, hmm? You want it harder?" I let out almost breathlessly.

"Oh yes, please. Fuck me hard!" Beth screamed; a surprising sound to hear from such a small girl.

Encouraged by the rawness of her words, I gripped her ass hard with my hands, my fingers digging into the soft flesh slightly. I began steadily increasing the tempo of my thrusts, bending slightly over her back, I let my cock start to pump in and out of her faster and faster, her hips still slamming back into mine every time, so our skin met with a satisfying slap. My balls slapped against the back of her thick thighs, her whole back end rippling with the motion. Try as I might, no matter what I did to slow myself down, it wasn't long before I started being overwhelmed by the sensations. I could feel my balls tighten up, and I could feel Beth getting closer to her second orgasm as well, her pussy sporadically clenching down on my cock as I thrust into her roughly.

"Oooooh YES! Come on; fill me up with that cum! C'mon baby, blow that load straight into my hot pussy!" I don't know quite how Beth knew I was so close to cumming, but that drove me right over the edge. I didn't even have time to let out any sort of warning or sound before I slammed my cock roughly into her again, one last time before it started spurting my load deep into her. I lost count of many times I spasmed, but it must've been around 7 times before my cock finally stopped totally.

Falling backwards I collapsed on the bed, and it wasn't long before Beth joined me, her head resting on my shoulder and her hand on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and we lay there for awhile just like that, not speaking at all.

"I think we both need a shower," Beth said finally, nuzzling into my neck with her eyes closed.

"Just give me 5 more minutes," I replied after a bit, and we both drifted to sleep on her parent's bed.



Unforgettable



Noon, Friday July 23rd 2004. Christina leaning back in a chair, her legs crossed at the ankles on top of her desk. She sat in her office going over files from the Lamure case. She was to testify on Monday about how Charliman Lamure was cheating on her husband Ronald. The evidence her firm had gathered seemed that it wouldn't be a problem. She brushed a few strands of crimson hair out off her brow as she looked down at the files. Her boyfriend Bill was leaving for the weekend. She thought that for a guy that complained that she worked too much, the first time she got a weekend that she could consider being off, he gets dragged out to one of these conventions with friends.

"Christina," a voice from her assistant came from her phone, "You have someone on line two requesting to speak with you about a possible case."

"Christina Carlton here," she said picking up the phone, "What can I do for you ma'am."

It was a story she had heard before. A woman that thinks her husband is cheating on her. She had a slight British accent to her voice. Her husband was claiming that he was always at work. I had asked her for information and a time when she'd be available for an interview.

"Yes, an interview. We need to go to a place that my husband would never think of looking for me. Do you think you can make it to the Raymond's Bistro at 7 pm?"

"Why do you think your husband wouldn't look for you there?" Christina queried. Raymond's was a very fancy place. She always had a hard time suggesting to Bill to have us go there because Bill didn't like to spend money on himself to update his formalwear...to actually having formalwear.

"Because I hate to get dressed up all fancy," she responded, whatever this woman was, she must not be a fancy Brit, "Who knows, we might actually wind up catching him in the act."

Christina didn't like the prospect of actually catching the guy in the act, but if it came down to that, it might make things a lot easier on this woman, "Okay, I'll be there at 7 pm. How will I know you?" she asked.

"I'll be wearing a yellow rose on the strap of my dress, I'll have a reservation set up so we can speak away from the bar." the woman said.

"What is your name so we can start a file," Christina asked, and heard a voice in the background that she couldn't make out, "Elizabeth Markem," she replied.

"I will see you then Mrs. Markem," Christina said before hanging up the phone. If she was going to have to dress up to get into Raymond's, she better go now. She had left the office to head home and though to of what she would wear. Since Bill was gone she might as well make a fun night of it, dress up nicely, get a couple of glasses of wine at the bar. Raymond's had a great in house band that had a good setlist of music so it would be something to do while Bill was away. That bastard.

She showered and changed into a black dress that Bill always seemed to like. The smile that came on his face everytime she put it on always made her feel warm and sexy. Normally she wouldn't wear this, but the place was pretty strict when it came down to the way people dressed and this would do perfectly. After applying makeup and setting her hair the way she wanted it, she took a silver chain with a silver heart shaped locket on it and placed it around her neck. The locket never got opened because all that was in it was a bit of a crumpled rose petal from roses that she had sent him along time ago. For all of his flaws, she thought he was extremely sweet and extremely sentimental.

Of course not being around on a time she had off lacked tact, that bastard.

She entered the restaurant, telling the host whom she was waiting for, and went to the bar. "Yes, Miss Markem," the man said with a big grin on his face, "I've been told to bring you to the table she had reserved."

Christina was lead through the restaurant to a table that was far enough away from the dance floor not to get distracted by people waltzing into your table, but close enough to the band that she could watch them play their mellow tunes.

She sat down and ordered a glass of water when she heard behind her.

"Why don't you just bring a bottle of red wine over," said a masculine voice, "I think she'd prefer that over silly water."

She turned to tell the guy where he could shove it, and got a surprise, and almost hit herself because she knew that she should have expected something like this. He stood there wearing a tuxedo, something he swore he would never wear again, and in his right hand was a bouquet of orchids.

"You bastard!" she said with a smile playing on the edge of her lips, a part of her didn't like the fact that he went about it all secretively, but at the same time, it was sweet. He placed the orchids on the table, and took her hand, pulling her up from her chair and pecked a kiss on the lips. A familiar piano melody started to play. 
"One dance mi'lady," he said bringing her to the dancefloor.

Unforgettable That's what you are Unforgettable Though near or far

"You didn't!" she said as he wrapped arm around her waist and took her other hand.

"Oh I did!" Bill simply replied.

Like a song of love that clings to me How the thought of you does things to me Never before Has someone been more

She took her hand out from his and wrapped them around him, placing her head on his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around her waist as they slowly danced.

"How long have you planned this?" she asked.

"Ever since you mentioned that you would be having a free weekend, sorry to spring it on you like this, I know you hate surprises at times, but I couldn't resist. Vanessa helped me set it all up."

Unforgettable In everyway And forever more That's how you'll stay

"Let me guess, she was Mrs. Markem," Christi queried.

"Yeah, silly me forgot you would actually ask for a name," he said, "You look absolutely stunning." He said.

That's why darling it's incredible
That someone so unforgettable Thinks that I am unforgettable too

"Yeah and I forgot you actually attempt to pull stunts like this," Christina replied. He always complimented her, and it never ceased to bring a smile to her face.

"Well, after we have our dinner, I have rented a room, so we can drink till our hearts content and..."

She looked up, and put a hand behind his head, pulling him down to her level, and kiss him longingly on the lips, only to let it linger when she was done, "Less talk, more dancing..."

They danced, they ate, they drank, they were merry. Christina had a smile glued to her face the whole entire time. The people around them must have thought they were fools since they were laughing so loud at the most inane time of things. He finally led her out on that summer's night. It dipped into the 60's so for July it was unnaturally cold. He put his jacket around her shoulders and led her to the hotel. He brought her straight to the elevator and they patently waited, just simply holding hands while it went up to the proper floor and walked to the room.

"Stay here just a moment," he said taking the key card out and entered the room. A few moments later he opened the door back up and brought her in. She took the orchids that were in her other hand and inhaled. He had really gone out of his way.

He opened the door and ushered her in, he took the orchids from her and put them in a vase, and handed her a glass of wine, "To a wonderful night, and a Waffle House breakfast in the morning.

She laughed, how he loved her laugh, her wine glass clinked with his tumbler of orange juice and vodka and before he got to take a slip, she took his glass away from him and pushed him down on the bed, and pressed her lips against his. Their tongues fenced at each other, her hands pulling off is bow tie and unbuttoning his shirt before he flipped her over on her back...

"Hey!" she started in protest, but decided that if he had things planned, maybe she should let him go as planned. He grinned as he pulled her up to her feet and unzipped the back of her dress. He pushed the straps of the dress off of her shoulders and it slid down from her ample breasts, over her stomach, sliding down her hips and legs before it puddle at her black high heel shoes. She laid back down on the bed looking up at him, and beckoned him with her index finger. He got down on the bead over her, and the two continued to lock their lips together as she finished pulling his shirt out from his pants and unbuttoned it. Soon the shirt was tossed to the side as he slid his hands up her sides and cupped her large breasts in his hands.

He removed his lips from hers, only to take the tip of her chin his mouth and kiss it wetly. She leaned her head back as he massaged her tits in his hands, kissing the underside of her jaw up to nibbling at the nape of her neck, causing a slight gasp to come from her lips. He worked on kissing and sucking down her throat and then looked before the sight of her cleavage. He smiled as he looked at the locket that was resting between her breasts. He was glad he gave that to her. He pulled her breasts apart and licked right up the valley in one long lick, before starting to kiss and lick around one of her breasts. He covered every inch of the breast in kisses and little licks and nibbles as he spiraled up it , taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking and nibbling on it, listening to her groan as he moved to the other breast to give it the same treatment. His free hand traveled down between her legs and started to pull her panties down. She lifted her legs up so he could pull them all the way off, and once he did, he didn't waste any time.

He pulled her hips to the edge of the bed and placed his head between her legs, and gave a long lick up her red-hot meaning of life, causing her to moan lightly...

"Bill....comeon...fuck me..." she pleaded.

He spread her lower lips with his fingers and blew hot air over the whole thing, before circling his tongue around her entrance. She made more pleading sounds as he slid his tongue inside of her, and wiggled it deeply, tasting her flesh, causing her to moan in excitement. He slid his tongue in and out, almost like he was lapping up from a water dish as he pushed his tongue in and out deeply, his nose bumping against her clit with each thrust. She started to moan and shake more as he licked up to her clit, replacing his tongue with two fingers, thrusting them in and out. She started to grind herself into his hand as he took her clit into his mouth and started to suck and nibble on it. The next thing he knew he was getting pushed off her sex and she looked down at him. 
"Damnit, do I have to do everything," she said. She pushed him down onto the floor and sat on his chest, undoing his pants and pulling them off, ripping his boxers off in the process. She got up and grabbed his cock, forcing him to get up off the floor and get back on the bed. She gave his cock a few long licks and jerked it for a moment to make sure it was perfect, before straddling him and impaling herself on his cock.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and looked down at him, "You were teasing me long enough, what I need," She paused a bit to close her eyes and take in the pleasure, "is a nice hard fuck until I cum, and I'll take it if I have to."

"Hey, dawlin, I'm not complaining," he said placing his hands on her hips.

The two of them started to thrust at each other, their bodies making noise as she became wetter. She looked down at him with an animalistic frenzy as she continued to ride his cock. Times like this when she was taking what she wanted was one of the times he thought she was her sexiest. She kept riding him hard as he pinched one of her nipples with one hand and started to rub her clit with the other. 
"Oh god, oh yeah, oh Mr. Bill..." she said using one of the names he was called in a voice that normally turned him on even more, "Fuck me Mr. Bill...I want you to cum with me. Oh Bill, Oh Bill...."

The next sounds that came out of her mouth were of animalistic pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she went over the edge in orgasm....the sound, the pain, the sensation of his cock getting squeezed by her wet pussy pushed him over and he shot his seed deep inside of her. It was time for round too. She collapsed on top of him panting, and kissed him on the lips, enjoying the feeling of them still being interlocked.

"There, now that the fucking is out of the way, now we can get your plans set of making love..." she said. He reached over to the nightstand and fumbled with the drawer only to pull out a pack of Blacks and a lighter. He put two to his lips, lit them, and handed her one.

"Here, catch your breath," he said with a grin on his lips, "You are going to need it tonight dawlin," he said then inhaling on the clove cigarette

She took the clove cigarette and laughed. Maybe she should have lured him into a false sense of security. She then felt him kiss the tops of her breast in-between her cleavage and felt the heart shaped locket press into her skin. Maybe they would "make love" tonight after all, after they fucked a lot more. 



Unforgettable



He leans close and places the softest kiss upon her forehead. She smiles, he knows, a hand creeping upward over his chest. It's soft and tentative, and fingers curl into the material of his shirt with confused desire that's reflected in the deep brown of her eyes.

He breathes her in as he kisses her, inhales her scent and she smells fresh, a vague scent of spring-time flowers tickling at him. And when his hand glides downward between her legs she gasps, clasping her thighs tight in surprise, locking him there. 

He laughs, and she looks up at him bashfully.

"I just...never..." 

But he already knows all this. So a quiet 'hush' falls from his lips, silencing her with reassurance and his fingers work deftly, stroking and asking. She yields, opening to his persistence and warmth dampens his fingers.

"I..." She begins again, that blush deepening on her cheeks and Shayden shakes his head. 

"You..." With his free hand he grasps her wrist, guides her hand downward and she fumbles stupidly with the zipper. Finally she works denim free and dips her hand beneath the silk of his shorts. There's a look of sadness upon her face when she finds him limp, but he just smiles down at her, wraps her fingers around him and understanding dawns in her eyes as she begins to stroke at him, caressing him to hardness.

She wants to kiss him, put her lips to him and taste him and so she does, flicking the tip of her tongue gingerly to the smoothness of his cock. It sends shudders through him, electricity shooting along his nerves and she gasps at his reaction, surprised at the power she holds in her hands.

Instinct causes her to swell and yearn, and she draws him downward and between her thighs. The soft collision of two bodies joining makes her arch and moan, a slow exhale of breath pouring from her lips and into his mouth as he glides inside her. He fits, tight and full and thick, and she holds him there for a moment, body growing used to his invasion. They lay like that, staring into each other's eyes and breathing the smell of each other in deep.

He feels her relax, feels the shift of her body beneath him and he moves into her, out of her, long and smooth and unhurried and she whimpers at the way he draws outward and groans with his strokes into her. They move together, finding their rhythm, unique in the way their bodies blend together and when she comes her nails dig into his buttocks and leave crescent-shaped bites in his skin. 

When he comes, she feels the way he shudders deep inside her, feels the way she clenches around him and coaxes every last drop out. She watches the way his body spasms, matching the flex and twitch of his cock. Hungry lips seek hers and he kisses her like she's the last lifeline he has in this world.

They lay together like that, his body shivering inside hers and her body is too greedy to let him go. He slips out of her, damp and sensitive and although he peppers her face with kisses, she knows that he's thinking of his other... The other that she could only distract him from for a few moments out of time.

She wants to touch him, to feel the way he feels afterward. She wants to lay in the warmth of his afterglow, but he turns away from her. She cannot hear the words he mumbles, the excuse he sends her way. She lays there and feels the dampness settling beneath her, that cold wet patch and the ache in her heart that he's leaving her with.

He steps into his jeans, fastens them and she asks, "Where are you going?"

Stupid clichés run through his mind. 'It's not you, it's me'. 'This was a mistake'. But they all don't fit quite right. He pulls his shirt back on and looks over his shoulder at her.

"You were good," He says but it hardly heals her breaking heart. "I just can't forget him."

There's the scrap of metal as he picks up his car keys, the soft fumble of paper as he strips away a fifty dollar note and places it on the bedside table.

"For breakfast. Make sure you get it with room service. I promised you breakfast in bed, didn't I?" He smiles in the darkness, she can hear the way it flexes his words but she knows it's false, full of a failed attempt at humour. She feels like a whore. And then she is alone.



Unforgettable



"We don't have much time, Darthog. The sun is setting and you don't know which cottage is hers. Granted this time we are outside her village, but if you manage to pull this off I'll eat my saddle, stirrups included." Jacob Barker turned a good-humored smile to his riding companion, and guided his dappled charger around a gnarled tree branch a recent storm had dislodged and flung into the muddy undergrowth. Some days, especially the last few, both men could sympathize with that rain dampened, lichen riddled chunk of wood. They had traveled such a great distances, seen strange and wonderful things, fought battles fierce and deadly, all in the search of a single treasure. Together they sought a woman of unimaginable power and untapped magical potential. She had lived and loved the life of a noble woman, in a castle over looking lands that stretched verdant and plentiful, and woodlands that nudged against cloudless horizons. Her tenants, loyal still, loved and worshipped her and the paths she walked. Darthog Hammerfist had ridden as her favored knight, his valor and bravery winning her approval, and her heart. He still rode with her lavender scarf in his war geldings scarlet bridle. Strangely the beast refused to leave his paddock with out it. 

Darthog smiled at the thought and flicked a skunkfly out of his face. 

"Ah, come, now, man, have a little faith. I'll find her. I'm close enough our souls are well aware of one another, and I can even feel her heart beat. Our blood bond trumps that old gypsy hags curse." He spit on the name gypsy, and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the word foul and bitter on his tongue. 

Jacob merely nodded, turning his friend another good spirited grin. It didn't quite reach his eyes though. He'd always known about Darthog's vampyrism, in fact he'd even grown accustomed to the way his comrade lived, but Barker didn't quite like his sister mentioned in the same breath with it. He owed the man his life, for more than one death defying experience; still he could not find it in himself to understand. He shuddered as several of those stomach curdling adventures sprinted through his mind. He sighed, and then pulled a cloth wrapped hunk of cheese from his saddlebag. No matter how he tried his life always came back to the night he'd realized that his sister had fed a vampyre, and then stupidly fallen in love with a man of the same affliction. That night, even as much as he wished it hadn't happened, had spurred their journey into this strange new land, where his sister had fled under the influence of a spell strong enough to wipe her memory clear of ever moment that meant anything to the three of them. It hurt to know that she no longer knew his name, no longer would come running at the sound of his voice, nor would she be willing to sing to him in the soft lilting voice he'd always adored. He wondered if she did in fact still sing, or if by some sad tragedy she'd forgotten how. It hurt to think about it, so he shook his head and took another bite of cheese, focusing instead on the nutty flavor and savory after tones. 

"I think we are close enough to make camp, do you agree?" Darthog's heavy voice thundered through Jacob's distressing thoughts, bringing him back to the present, and into a much happier train of thinking. 

"Yes, my friend, I do actually, I think Drakin and Drarkan could use water and grain, and we will need rest before the night falls upon us. You will need to refresh yourself before you go to my sister, and I will need to be at the waiting when you return to construct a strategy of escape, should things go less smoothly that we planned." Both men dismounted in a single fluid movement that spoke of childhoods spend in the saddle, and adult lives honed on the backs of equines. The soil still held a great deal of water in it, the thick muck sucking at their boots and making walking quite a task, but neither of them complained. They'd lived in worse, the squalor and filth created out of less pleasant things than simple earth and rain. Hammocks were swiftly fashioned between solid trees and strong cloths created by the king's own weavers. Never could two knights have afforded such luxuries, but Darthog had, in his younger years, rescued the errant prince, thus earning his knighthood and the favor of the royal loom crafters. He could still request tapestries of gold thread and no man would petition him for payment. 

"You should go now friend, find yourself a willing hart and return swiftly, the night will soon fall and we should be at our best." Barker slapped him on the back in a friendly gesture, effectively drawing his wayward attentions. He did feel hunger, but his anticipation for what they aimed to attempt in mere hours, had muffled the urge to feed. Now it came roaring out at him like a living thing, struggling to break free and find something to quite the gnawing ache he'd allowed it to become. 

"Thank you, Jacob, I will find you when I am through and then we will speak of plans and such." Slowly and methodically he headed into the soggy trees, his head constantly spattered by droplets of rainwater that still clung to the leaves. Silent as a heart's prayer he slid the leather band from his hair, allowing the thick black mass to descend to his waist. He'd never let another human see his hair, save for his mother, but to unbind it elated him, like setting a horse free of his headstall and saddle. Swiftly his clothes followed the hair cord, and he roared with satisfaction, sending a roosting murder of crows screaming into the cool evening air. The sound held and rang out for miles, his human side slinking into dormancy to allow the demon freedom to hunt. His dark eyes became scarlet and luminescent, his fingers elongated, the nails stretching to become thorn shaped and unimaginably sharp, and he sprouted a rather fearsome pair of fangs that lengthened to prick his generous lower lip, the small droplets of blood wetting his appetite further. Ecstasy sprang through him like a drug and he darted further into the darkness of the woodland, animal prowess his guide and the wind his dearest companion. It could scarcely keep up with him, and still he sprinted faster, his mind focused on hunting and the freedom he could allow himself in such priceless moments. A heartbeat thundered against his sensitive eardrums, the sound of another predator, a wolf perhaps, its own loping pace at great contrast with Darthog's swift darting to and fro as he flew in and out of the trees and other obstacles. Another sound tickled at the back of his mind, the soft huff of breath as a fawn ripped mouthfuls of grass free from the ground and crewed them with the same dedication as a cow grinding down on a bite of hay. His mother also grazed, but her head came up far more often, her yearlings safety more important than filling her own belly. The demon screamed at him to fall upon her, but Darthog avoided the pair, choosing to prey on fauna without young. He would not take her life, but the feeding tended to leave the victim weak for a time, and thus rather defenseless. A motherless fawn became to easy a target. Swiftly he changed course, finding a herd of hinds farther down the meadow, all of them strapping young males, healthy and full of vigor. He chose an impressively heavy built animal, his rack spread high and wide, and his body well muscled and fat. Darthog spoke no words, made no sound, but when beckoned, the buck loped to his side, and bared his corded neck. 

The actual feeding took mere minutes, a single bite opening a smaller series of veins just under the jugular. He relished the taste on his tongue for far longer though. The heavy thickness coated his mouth and throat with the pleasant aftertaste of iron, the sensation heady and pleasant. The demon purred its satisfaction, thrilling in the awareness of how deeply he'd been allowed to drink. Slowly the claws retracted into the round fingernails they'd sprouted from, and his fangs slipped back inside his mouth, remaining hidden from prying eyes, and the hind wandered back to his companions, leaving a very human man standing naked in the middle of a strange wood. Darthog grinned and prayed to the gods that no one could see him, or had seen him. Shrugging, he returned to were he'd left his clothes and donned them, restoring his locks to their usual state of order, and stamped his stocking feet back into his heavy soled boots. The sun threatened to sink behind the horizon at any moment, and if he was ever to have a chance at returning his Lady to her rightful place it had to happen tonight, under the eyes of the Druid's Harvest moon. 

He found Jacob slumbering in his hammock, his forearm tossed over his eyes, and his mouth agape in a snore that rattled his own bones. Darthog laughed but let the man sleep for a few moments longer while he found a cloth to wipe the remnants of his meal from his chin and teeth. He rinsed with fresh water from a nearby creek and then shook his friend to a reasonable sense of awareness. 

"Barker, the night is soon upon us, we must speak of our plans. Tell me man, what if I cannot bring her willingly, can I fend off her knowledge of the magic's or shall I run?" He hadn't asked this particular question before due to the fact that he did not like the answer he knew he'd receive. No man could defeat Lady Annabella Barker's use of the magics, and under the Druid's moon she would hold more power in her little finger than he would backed by an army of war trained orcs. If she were not willing, this mission would come to naught and both men would return home in personal disgrace. The burden threatened to crush him. Long ago he resigned himself to the knowledge that she no longer knew him, that she could not recall the way she'd loved him so sweetly, or that special way she smiled when she knew he could see her but she could not see him. Nor could she remember the night they'd spent in his chambers, a night he'd held her like a precious flower, fragile and fragrant. She'd stumbled to him, weak from feeding a starving Changeling, the newborn vampyre unable to control himself. Weak and pale with blood loss she'd clung to him all through the night, whispering her love for him, fearing she would not live to see the morrow. He'd loved her before and since. After that night, when she'd regained her vigor, she'd fed him, an act, for them, more intimate than coupling. He'd locked those cherished memories inside him for so long, keeping them tucked in his heart, fearing that they both might loose them, and thus he would loose her. Just the idea awakened a terror in him that rose up like bile, bitter and disgusting. He shook his head violently, throwing it off like a dog throws off water. 

"You must run if she will not come willingly, because if she fears you, she will kill you. I know my sister, Darthog. Use caution with her and let her come to you. You should go when the moon is at its highest. Her inner magic will be at its strongest then. She'll be able to come to you without the curses consequence. I will lend you my support, but the curse will not allow me to go with you, so be brave my brother, and bring her home." Jacob's face grew somber, his azure eyes blazing with the importance of this single act. His sister, despite this rescue, would still not know them, and to gain her trust they needed to get her among the people that loved her most. His father's tenants had begun looking to the horizon for her return the day she'd left, and still did, their hearts and minds always with her. Darthog nodded, reading Barker's facial expressions. This meant more to him than his own life, and Darthog felt the same intense need to find and hold her, just to know that she still lived and remained well. Another hour passed as the sun slid out of view, smearing the sky with bands of melding pastels, the oranges and pinks washing into the darker blue of the night sky. Darthog could still remember days watching Anna from his post on the high wall, her head resting in her palms as she leaned on her granite window sill to watch the last of the twilight melt into dusk. Her hair had always looked best under that light, the thick locks burning a brilliant umber under the heliodor touch of the evanescent sun. He sighed, and scraped a hand over his stubbled jaw. His body still responded to her like a green lads, his skin tightening and heating in a maddening manner. Moonrise couldn't come quick enough, the pale yellow orb turning bloody orange as it rose to watch the earth slumber. He said nothing as he turned to Jacob and grinned, his friend returning the gesture. 

"Go, Hammerfist, retrieve her so that we can go home and resume our lives as it should be." Darthog clapped him on the back and turned to face the moment he would find his love. One way or another he would come back to this spot with her on his arm, or he would remain with her. He was through letting her live so far from him. A deep breath and he took his first steps into the clearing that leant him a clear view of her sleepy little village.

"Deep breaths, old man, deep breaths."



Unforgettable



Disbelief. It's the first reaction I had when I opened the door. It was quickly followed by excitement and an overwhelming arousal that almost brought me to my knees, not that he would have complained. The latter was a common reaction when he was around. Unfortunately, it was also something I hadn't experienced in months. At least not with him this close. Lately, I had been reduced to phone sex and web cams to get off. Well, that and memories. 

Malik's job took him all over the globe for days, sometimes weeks, at a time. He was the primary account rep for a fairly new medical imaging company. They had proprietary equipment that was highly sought after in hospitals and with installation, training, and all the other details involved, each equipment install was guaranteed to take at least 6 weeks. I was incredibly grateful for today's technology that let us be so close even across thousands of miles. 

"Hi," was all I could get out as I stepped aside to let him in, his 6'4" size suddenly dwarfing everything around me. All I could see and smell was him. 

I shut the door, purposefully locked it, walked over to the blinds and shut them, and slowly made my way back to where Malik stood, motionless, in my living room. My touch at his waist was all he needed to fly into action. Our mouths met in a tangle of heat and wet, dueling tongues as we tried to get closer to each other. My hands went to his nape pulling him down to me, his hands on my hips pulling me into his space. God, that's what I wanted-to be in his space, consumed by him. 

It's always been like this, from the moment we first saw each other, strangers with a group of common friends, celebrating the end of Jason's bachelor life. For me, the trip with Jason was meant to be our last hoorah, our last time together, the end of our long-time mutually beneficial relationship. We would go back to being 'just friends'. For the guys, it was a time to do what guys all over the world do-try to show their boy a good time and make sure he knows exactly what he's going to be missing. That might be why there were a couple of other girls on the trip too. 

That was such a long, fantastic weekend. I met Malik minutes before we all left on the roadtrip. Having already started drinking that morning before being introduced, I gave him a more than friendly hug which he held for a more than friendly amount of time before I hopped in the limo taking us to one of the beach resorts a few hours away. 

"He's so big!"

This thought was followed immediately by the predictable curiosity of wondering if his size was indicative of what was in his pants. Little did I know how soon I would find out! 

Alcohol was flowing in copious amounts and we were all having fun, watching Jason's favorite porn on the limo TV and deciding which skin magazines had the best girls. As one of only three girls on the trip, it seemed my opinion was highly sought. While not bisexual, I have a healthy appreciation for beauty and beautiful women don't escape my fascination. I was sitting between Jason and Malik, sharing my opinions on the girls, and listening to the other arguments the other 12 people were having over who was hot and who had to be totally airbrushed just to get on the glossy pages. 

Have you ever sat between two gorgeous men, getting turned on with the intense maleness, the porn and naked women spread across the pages of a magazine? Maybe I shouldn't say I was 'sitting'. Sprawled is a better term. I had one thigh-high boot encased leg across Jason's right thigh the other spread out in front of me and I was leaning into Malik. No doubt he had a fantastic view of my lovely breasts that were pushed up and spilling over the edge of my bustier. Jason had his hand on my thigh, caressing it as we chatted. Nothing overtly sexual but, knowing him, he was getting turned on by the second. What guy wouldn't? There's porn and a live half-naked girl who was enjoying looking at naked women in magazines. Occasionally, I would push Jason further by catching his eye and 'readjusting' my leg, making sure to graze the inside of his thigh, letting my leg stroke down it slowly before settling back again. The looks I got back spoke volumes. I would pay for pushing him. 

Malik was engaging in his own subtle torture. He would lean in to look at whatever I pointed out and offer his opinion. It seems he always had to do it with his mouth just millimeters from my ear so when he spoke, his low voice rumbled across me. When he spoke it was like a direct path to my clit, teasingly flicking it to keep me on edge. My pussy was on fire. 

This went on for a few hours. We made stops along the way. An adult bookstore, a titty bar where I won the amateur contest they were having, another bookstore. After stopping for dinner, we piled back in the limo, with almost the same seating arrangement as before. A few people repositioned. Not me. I was still between Jason and Malik and determined to turn the action up. 

One of the guys put on another video but muted it and put on different music. It was time to dance! Now, I know you can't tell from this story but I'm usually pretty shy and reserved. Like others I know, I love to dance but have to be somewhat intoxicated to actually do it in front of people. This was one of those times when I had enough to drink that I had no problems letting my exhibitionist nature out. 

I opened the moon roof and stood up to dance. And to anyone driving by, I probably looked like a total moron dancing through the moon roof but at that moment, it didn't matter. I was lost in the music and being so aroused and unable to do anything about it. Sex in public wasn't a problem for me. Sex in front of a dozen witnesses wasn't something I was looking to do. Not tonight. But, I realized, I was an expert at quietly getting off in groups. Ohhh, a fantastic idea had struck. 

Sliding back down into the limo, I straddled Jason, who wasted no time sliding his hands under my little black skirt to my ass. He squeezed and separated my ass, sliding his fingers between my cheeks to graze my rosebud then back around to my hips and down to my pussy where he moved his thumbs back and forth across my heated lips. I leaned back, with my arms behind me resting on Jason's knees, breasts thrust in the air, and gyrated. The movement of my hips caused my pussy to move against Jason's thumbs, where he would occasionally tap or circle my clit. At the same time, Malik was getting to see my pussy since I had soaked through my sheer pink g-string. Appreciation and lust was in his eyes. Maybe he likes a girl shaved smooth? 

Leaning up, into Jason, eyes on Malik, I whispered, "Make me cum." It was an invitation to them both although I wasn't sure Malik would understand. When Jason's thumbs came to rest on either side of my clit again, I started moving on him. Slowly, not trying to draw more attention. At the moment, the guys all thought he was getting a lap dance and were egging things on. I guess he was but I didn't care about him at that moment. The increase in noise level was perfect for me as it would mask any sounds I couldn't control. 

My hair fell down my back in curls, to my ass. Leaning back on Jason's legs, pushing my pussy into his thumbs, I could feel my hair brushing across my lower back. It was like another hand, lightly stroking. Then I felt something else, something really stroking. Malik was running his hand across my back, dipping into my skirt to caress my ass, moving up my back. 

"Ahhhhh. He understood!" I cheered to myself. 

While I was cheering inside, he had worked the fastenings loose on my bustier so now I was gyrating on Jason in thigh-high boots, a mini skirt and a strapless bra. No complaints. From anyone. The group behind me now had a view of me from behind, bouncing around on Jason's lap. There were definitely no complaints when Malik started caressing my breasts. My boobs are incredibly sensitive so when he started brushing his fingers across my nipples, I knew I was close. Reaching down, I slid my g-string aside and, looking at Jason, whispered for him to finger fuck me. I could feel his dick against my ass. He was so fucking hard. I hated that he and I wouldn't be together anymore. We knew the others' buttons and could get off with little time and effort. 

Malik sat back, enjoying the show. I would glance over and see him, eating me with his eyes. I put a little more action into what I was doing, loving how he would get that sexy grin on his face as my breasts bounced in reaction to what my hips were doing. He had to readjust himself when I reached behind me and unclasped my bra and tossed it at him. 

While working my hips in circles on Jason's lap, I cupped my breasts and started playing with them, lifting one then the other to my mouth to lick my nipples and suck and bite them, teasing Jason as he was so impatient to get his own taste. And teasing Malik, not sure if I could push him any further without him breaking.

Giving into Jason, I leaned close so he could have his turn. Nibbling, he made his way to the underside of first one breast, then the other, back and forth sucking with different pressure. Driving me crazy. Then he would take a nipple in his mouth, lave it with his tongue and give me a teasing bite. After he had done this five or six times, he changed the intensity, pushing me closer to the edge. Me, leaning against his chest, moaning in his ear, begging him for more while watching the effect I had on someone else. Jason's fingers between my lower lips were more deliberate, grinding, until with one final thrust from him and a hard biting twist on my nipple, I came on his hand. The only one who heard was Malik. 

Taking Jason's fingers from between my legs, I cleaned each one before kissing him. It was slow and deep and full of all the passion we had shared over the years. But at that moment, we let go. It wasn't our time anymore. He was getting married. For the rest of this weekend, I would celebrate with him as his friend, not a bed buddy.

After pulling all our clothing back together in a semi-decent fashion, I sprawled back in my seat in the same position-leaning against Malik, who draped his arm around me and began to tease me. Oh, how the man could tease. 

Not giving me time to relax from that intense orgasm, he began whispering to me. He described how sexy I looked dancing through the moonroof, with my hands skimming my body, moving to the deep rhythm of the music. His desire was palpable as he told me what he imagined doing to me. As he spoke, his hand was somehow on my skin again, teasing my waist, the edge of my breast, the underside of my arm. I couldn't help it-the combination of his touch and his words made me want to rip his clothes off. 

He kept at this for what seemed like hours. In reality, it was probably 45 minutes. By that time, we arrived at the beach house and unloaded from the limo, running in to claim bedrooms. As I was running up the stairs, I felt a smack on my ass, followed by a squeeze. Looking down, I saw Malik. Damn. A single look and I knew I would be sharing his bed for the weekend. Not that I was complaining.

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So that's the end. What do you think? Should I continue? Was it horrible? Let me know. Constructive feedback is welcome, lame destructive feedback isn't.



Unforgettable Ch. 01



It all started four months ago when Tony was grocery shopping at the local Wal Mart. Tony's a fireman with engine company 54, and since he does most of the cooking for the guys at the firehouse it's also his job to do the weekly grocery shopping. Tony was almost finished with his shopping when he turned the corner into the frozen food section. He saw this cute woman with wavy shoulder length light brown hair about twenty feet ahead. Seeing her standing there stretching to reach something on the upper shelf stopped Tony dead in his tracks. 

Carla was wearing a pink t-shirt that fit snugly across her ample breasts, and the cold air coming from the upright freezer had made her nipples hard, causing them to stand out noticeably. Her nicely shaped derriere was packed into a pair of tight denim shorts making a very pretty picture.

Being a normal red-blooded male Tony felt his manhood twitch in my pants and start to harden at the sight of the beautiful woman. Technically Tony was still on duty so he was still wearing his uniform. He slowly moved in closer, pretending that he was hunting for something in the aisle, while all the time Tony kept an eye locked on what the woman was doing. Tony noticed that even though the petite brunette was standing on her tip-toes she couldn't reach the item she wanted on the top shelf. Tony paused as his cart pulled even with the woman's and smiling he politely asked, "Is there something I can help you with?"

Carla knew that the solidly built handsome fireman with dark hair had noticed her as soon as he turned into the aisle. She also knew that he had been ogling her breasts and protruding nipples as he approached her. Carla turned and smiled coyly as she replied, "Why yes you could. I can't seem to reach the frozen sweet potatoes on the top shelf."

Tony was almost six feet tall so he had no problem retrieving the sweet potatoes. As he handed the sweet potatoes to the beautiful brunette he said, "Hi my name is Tony". 

She gave him a flirtatious smile and replied, "Nice to meet you Tony, my name is Carla."

Tony's erection was tenting the front of his pants as he grinned, and his eyes drank in the full beauty of the woman. She had beautiful green eyes that were like liquid pools of emerald, and her soft sexy voice and lilting laugh were like music to his ears. They chatted for a few minutes about this and that, and then parted company. Tony noticed that Carla's hard pointy nipples were still protruding outward from the t-shirt as she turned to leave. Tony thanked his lucky stars that he had bumped into Carla in the freezer section, and had the opportunity to see her stiff nipples. As Carla walked away Tony checked out her cute butt which had a nice little sway from side to side as she walked down the aisle. His erection was still painfully tenting the front of his pants. 

Before rounding the corner of the aisle Carla quickly looked back over her shoulder and caught Tony staring at her buttocks. She hesitated for a few seconds, flashed him a quick smile, and then turned the corner. Ever since the local fire department rescued Carla's cat from the tree when she was nine she had always had king of a thing for firemen, and or other men who wear uniforms. Of course most of the women she knew also had the same fantasy. 

After that first fateful meeting Tony seemed to run into Carla almost every week at the grocery store. Every time they saw each other they would stop and flirt as they talked. Tony enjoyed Carla's warm friendly personality, and he looked forward to seeing her each week so he could get to know her a little better each time they talked. On more than one occasion Tony noticed that Carla's nipples hardened after they started talking, and like a fireman responding to a three alarm blaze his manhood quickly swelled. 

Carla would stretch seductively to attract Tony's attention to her large round breasts while her eyes checked out the bulge that always seemed to be visible in his pants. Carla had to admit that she also looked forward to flirting with Tony every week. There was something very special about the tall virile man with expressive brown eyes that turned her on, and her panties always got damp when they talked. On more than one occasion Carla had rushed home from the store, and hurriedly put away her groceries. Then she sprinted off to her bedroom to tease and torment her pussy with one of her dildo's as she pulled and twisted her nipples and drove her body crazy. As Carla made herself hotter and hotter she thought about how it would feel to have Tony touching and licking her everywhere, and using his hose to put out her fire. In no time at all Carla was climaxing wildly on the bed as she called out Tony's name. 

One day Tony was telling Carla about his cooking and she mentioned that she loved Italian food. Tony told her that he had just made some dynamite Chicken Cacciatore for the guys at the firehouse last night, and it was too bad that Carla didn't get to taste his handiwork. 

Carla asked, "Will you give me your recipe?" 

Tony teasingly replied, "I don't know Carla that recipe has been a closely guarded secret that has been handed down through many generations of my family." After seeing Carla's smile fade into a mock pout Tony relented and said, "I guess that Mama would understand why I had to give the family secret to such a beautiful woman."

After copying down the recipe Carla smiled suggestively and said, "I owe you one Tony." 

Two days later Tony had just finished the 3-11 shift at the firehouse and was heading home on the interstate. It had been one of those rare shifts when Tony had not been called out to any fires. It was around eleven thirty and he was about one half mile from his exit when he spotted a car on the side of the road with it's four way flashers blinking. Tony was the kind of guy who liked to help other people, but in today's violent world he normally would have just kept on going and not stopped. Tony didn't know exactly what made him uneasy but his gut told him something was very wrong. Tony slammed on the brakes and quickly pulled over to the side of the road behind the disabled vehicle. 

Tony got out and approached the car instantly aware that there was the acrid smell of something electrical burning. Tony could see that the driver was a woman with brunette hair sitting there but she wasn't moving. He tried to open the door but it was locked. Tony rapped hard on the window and the startled driver woke up. Tony yelled, "Your car may be on fire, you need to get out immediately."

The woman yelled back, "How do I know that you aren't some kind of nut who is going to rape me?"

Before Tony could answer there was a small "whoosh" from under the hood, and the bright glow coming from under the hood indicated that flames had erupted. Tony yelled again, "Please you must get out now, your car is on fire!"

The driver hesitated a second but seeing flames and smoke pouring out from under the hood of her car she finally responded. She grabbed her purse, opened the door, and quickly exited. She stumbled as she got out and fell into Tony's strong arms. 

It was dark and there was a sense of urgency so Tony didn't get a good look at the woman. He quickly guided her back to the safety of his car and told her to get in, then removed the fire extinguisher from behind his drivers seat. He rushed to the other car, and quickly put out the fire before it had a chance to spread and do extensive damage.

Tony walked back to his car and opened the door to get in and tell the woman that her car would need a tow, and some electrical repair work. He started to say something and then stopped in mid sentence as the light in the car revealed that the woman was Carla. Obviously by the look on Carla's face she was just as amazed when she recognized Tony.

Tony had never seen Carla anywhere other the grocery store but tonight she was dressed to kill. She looked beautiful, decked out in a pink dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her light brown hair was styled nicely and Tony could see that she was wearing makeup. Her nicely shaped stocking covered legs tapered downward to her three inch high heels. Tony explained that something in her electrical system had shorted out and caused the fire to start. Carla was still trembling noticeably from the shock of what had just taken place. Tony asked, "Are you going to be okay Carla?"

Carla looked at Tony for a moment and replied, "Oh my god you just saved my life Tony! When the car died on me I pulled over to the side of the road and put my flashers on. I tried to use my cell phone to call for help but my batteries are dead. I had a little too much to drink earlier and I must have fallen asleep. How can I ever thank you?"

Tony replied, "Just knowing that you are okay Carla is all the thanks that I need. I live a few minutes from here so why don't we go there and then we can make arrangements for your car."

Carla nodded her agreement and five minutes later they arrived at Tony's house. When Carla entered the house she complimented Tony on how beautifully decorated it was inside, and how neat and orderly it looked. Carla called the motor club she belonged to and they told her that since it wasn't an emergency they would not be able to tow her car until tomorrow morning. Carla told them where she wanted the car towed and hung up. Carla looked at Tony and said, "Guess that I need to ask you for another favor. Can you drive me home?"

Tony replied, "Sure I'll drive you home, but I just got off work and I'm starving. I just happen to have some of that Chicken Cacciatore from the other day left over in the freezer, and I can heat it up for us. Are you hungry Carla?" 

Carla smiled and said, "Sounds like an offer that I can't refuse."

Tony laughed and asked, "Do you need to call anyone else?"

Carla laughed nervously and replied, "I was out on the town having fun with a couple of my girlfriends tonight so the kids are staying overnight at my sisters, so no one will be looking for me tonight."

Tony put the frozen food into the oven, set the temperature and timer and asked Carla, "Would you like some wine?" 

Carla had been drinking wine earlier so she replied, "Sure why not, it's a sin to eat Italian food without having a good glass of wine." When Tony put the wine back into the refrigerator Carla noticed something that got her imagination working on a special reward that she wanted to give Tony later.

Tony poured each of them a glass of wine and escorted Carla into the living room where they both sat down in large comfortable leather chairs that faced each other and were only a few feet apart. As the conversation flowed easily Tony let his eyes roam over Carla's body. She had always looked hot even when she wasn't dressed up, but tonight she looked exquisite. Her pink dress was cut low in the front and displayed a generous amount of cleavage and showcased her large breasts. As Carla crossed and uncrossed her legs Tony was able to get a quick peek up her dress. On one occasion he even saw the lacy tops of her stockings, and a brief glimpse of her pink panties.

The timer on the oven went off so they took it out of the oven and put in onto the plates on the table. Tony poured both of them another glass of wine as they talked and joked, and enjoyed the sumptuous leftovers.. 

Carla was feeling the effects of the wine and she looked at Tony and giggled as she asked, "Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?"

Tony smiled sheepishly and replied, "You are such a beautiful woman Carla, you can't blame a guy for trying." The sexual tension that had developed between them over the last couple of months was hanging thickly in the air as they both just stared into each others eyes. 

After they finished the meal Carla excused herself and went to the powder room to freshen up. She sensed that something special was going to happen tonight and she wanted to look her best. She combed her hair and reapplied her lip gloss. 

When Carla returned Tony poured her another glass of wine, and made himself a Manhattan with lots of ice. Then they returned to the living room where he put some soft music on the expensive sound system. As the alcohol helped both of them relax they gazed into each other's eyes and their conversation became more intimate.

Carla sat there thinking about how long she had fantasized about being with Tony, and now that he had saved her life she wanted to do something very special to show her appreciation. She uncrossed her legs and spread them further apart giving Tony more than a little peek up her dress. Carla smiled to herself as she watched his eyes taking in the sight of her thigh high stockings with lace tops and her sheer lacy pink panties. Carla could see the bulge in the front of his pants and she licked her lips wondering how big he would be and how he would taste. She wondered if Tony could see the wet spot that had formed in her crotch, or smell the scent of her arousal.

The music changed and the room was filled with the sound of Natalie Cole singing "Unforgettable". Tony asked Carla if she would like to dance and he was pleased when she eagerly replied that she would love to. Tony took her into his strong arms and electric shocks pulsed through both of their bodies as they pressed tightly against each other for the first time. Tony could feel Carla's hard pointy nipples pressing against his chest as she put both hands around his neck. Tony's manhood pressed against her mound. His big meaty hands wasted no time as they softly caressed their way down her spine and grasped her cheeks, pulling her even tighter against his erection. 

Carla rotated her hips slowly grinding her mound against his bulge as she gazed up at him with lust filled eyes. Her breathing quickened, and she felt a dampness forming in her panties as her juices flowed. Carla knew that after months of thinking about making love with Tony her dreams were finally going to come true. 

Tony kissed her neck lightly causing a soft whimper to escape from Carla's lips. Then as their eyes locked he moved his lips and softly brushed them against her lips, teasing her at first and then finally locking onto her lips and giving her a long passionate kiss. They kept dancing and kissing long after the song had finished playing. 

Carla's hand snaked between their bodies and rubbed Tony's hard shaft through the material of his pants. Their tongues dueled with each other as the kisses became hotter an hotter. 

As Tony's lips alternated between kissing her mouth, neck, and shoulders his hands deftly worked the zipper down the back of her pink dress. Slowly he worked the dress off her shoulders kissing and nibbling as he went. Carla broke the embrace and stepped backwards letting the dress fall to the floor.

Seeing Carla standing there in her sheer bra and panties, thigh high stockings, and three inch pink heels was a beautiful sight and Tony's mouth gaped open for a second before he uttered, "Oh Carla you have such a beautiful body! I want to make love to you so bad!"

Carla smiled wickedly as she came back into his arms, pressing her warm body tightly against him. She slowly rotated her hips, teasingly grinding her pussy against his lance. 

Tony cupped her cheeks with his big strong hands and softly rubbed his fingers in slow lazy circles against her panty covered buttocks.

Carla backed away a little and slowly unbuttoned his uniform shirt. She helped Tony remove it, then Carla let her long pink fingernails gently scrape against his bare hairy chest and nipples as her fingers traced their way downward across his stomach. Carla tugged on his belt until it opened. Her fingers gently grasped the zipper and carefully worked it downwards. Carla hooked her hands in the waistband of Tony's pants and pulled them down over his hips, partially freeing the erection that had been painfully tenting the front of his pants. Carla let his pants fall to the floor, and Tony stood there just wearing his boxer briefs and a smile. 

Tony let his hands slowly make their way from her buttocks to her breasts. He used his fingers to gently caress the underside of her breasts through the thin material of her bra until Carla was whimpering.

Carla used her long pink fingernails to trace the outline of Tony's stiff prick causing it to twitch. She smiled wantonly as she noticed the wet spot forming where the head of his cock pressed against the boxer's. Carla reached out and firmly grabbed Tony's shaft and led him over to the leather chair. Carla wanted to give Tony a very special treat before he made love to her. After all Tony had saved her life so giving him some extra special attention was the least that she could do. Carla smiled down at him and said, "Close your eyes Tony, and don't open them until I tell you." Carla quickly went back into the kitchen, and quietly opened the refrigerator and removed the item that she had seen earlier. She returned to the living room and put the surprise on the table next to the chair. Then she straddled Tony on the chair and rocked her panty covered mound against his shaft making both of them moan with pleasure. Carla reminded Tony to keep his eyes closed.

Tony's hands were lightly caressing her neck and then moved downward across her shoulders, lingering whenever Carla whimpered letting him know where her hot spots were located. His fingers finally slid down to her breasts teasing the sensitive underside and then moving upward to just barely brush against her nipples which were rock hard and aching for his touch. Carla's whimpers grew in intensity as Tony teased and tormented her large full breasts. 

Tony's gentle touch on her breasts was driving Carla wild with passion, but she wanted to give Tony his surprise before she let things get too far out of control. Carla grasped both of his hands and said, "Oh Tony, your big strong hands feel so good touching my breasts, but I want you to just sit here for a few minutes and let me pleasure you. Please don't touch me, or open your eyes until I tell you that it's okay. Just be patient for a few more minutes." Carla reached around and unhooked her bra. Just sliding the straps off her shoulders caused her to moan softly as the silky fabric of the cups rubbed sensuously against her stiff sensitive nipples. Then she threw the bra on the floor. Carla leaned forward and pressed her bare breasts against Tony's hairy chest. The sensation of her hard nubs rubbing against the silky hair of his chest made Carla moan softly. Her panties were soaked from rubbing against Tony's hardness, and Carla was so turned on that she almost abandoned her plan to give Tony a special treat. She knew that if she let Tony touch her right now she would lose control and make him sink his hard cock into her inpatient wet pussy. 

Tony could feel the hot tips of Carla's nipples as they grazed his chest. Tony wanted to see and touch Carla's bare breasts so badly so he pleaded, "Please let open my eyes so I see finally see those lovely breasts, and please let me touch them."

Carla giggled as she replied, "Just be patient a little bit longer Tony." Carla loved the feeling of being in control as she tormented Tony. She moved backwards in his lap and slid her breasts downward across his stomach. When her breasts reached Tony's swollen manhood she cupped the large soft mounds with her hands and sandwiched his hot throbbing shaft which was still hopelessly trapped in his boxers. Carla could tell that it was a nice length and thickness and she could not wait one second longer to see how it looked. Her pink fingernails worked their way inside his boxers and deftly extricated the swollen prisoner from the tight confines. Her mouth watered when she saw the large engorged head mounted on a thick shaft with plenty of veins sticking out. Tony's cock was between six and seven inches long and so thick that Carla could barely get her hand around the shaft. She cupped her breasts together around his cock and massaged the hot lance as she slid her large breasts back and forth along his length. While Carla was tit fucking Tony she softly rolled her sensitive nipples between her thumb and forefinger.




Unforgettable Ch. 01



Wherever one finds elves, wherever one finds humans, one is bound to find half elves. They are neither man nor elven-kind. They are a people stuck between two worlds, depending on what kind of elf dared to mate and procreate with a human. 

Such a one is Vittoria. Child of a forest elf mother and human father, she outlived the man who should have told her of the wickedness of all men by the time she was a decade old. Her mother, in despair, left the girl to wander the forests and find her own way. There in the woods of the fae, Vittoria took up with the few relatives and friends she could ever know, other half elves like herself. Beneath the tree homes of the elves of the wilds, the forgotten outcast ones eked out a meager living. They picked pockets, ran errands for money when they could, sang for entertainment in taverns where no other child would be allowed to enter. And whenever the chance arose, they departed the land of the fae for the land of the humans, far across the ocean, in hopes that those of lesser blood and culture would be more accepting of them. 

Vittoria could not steal. She tried, once, but such a feeling of guilt overwhelmed her that she threw away the few coins she had pocketed. They would have bought her an evening meal and a blanket for her small cubby of a home. But she could not keep the money; it burned her hand like fire, and she dropped it and watched as another half elf raced to pick it up and scurry off. 

Vittoria could not do errands for others. She shuddered at taking orders from another person, especially someone half her height like the elves of the forests. They mocked her haughtiness, but she simply put up her chin. And so, she chose to go hungry more often than not. Servitude was not her way. 

The one thing Vittoria could always do well was sing. When far-traveling bards came home from distant lands, she and the others like her would sit and listen to all of their tales. A bard's duties involved sharing news from kingdom to kingdom. Vittoria never tired of listening to the same tales over and over again. Soon, she found she was able to hear a story once and improve upon it with her own talents. The words flowed eloquently from her lips, more so than most of the trained bards that first taught her how to sing. Vittoria was a bard in the making, though she lacked the opportunity of true training. 

Singing was her calling, there was no doubt. Her pride kept her from frequenting the taverns her comrades would. And she would sigh in envy as they gathered their courage and steeled their hearts to the heckling of the drunken crowds. She would pull her blanket up over her pointed ears and tuck herself away in slumber, pretending it didn't matter to her that her belly growled dangerously. It would take only a step down in pride for her to be a simple tavern singer. But it was a step she could not take. 

So it was that Vittoria took to singing on the ramparts that lead into the treed city of the forest elves. She would lean against the ropes of their walkways, testing the rope railing's strength with her spine as she sang to the distant treetops. She would add little dance steps to her songs and sing on the lifts that went up and down from the great city's higher levels. Often, she was given food and coin to continue, and asked to follow some group or other to the tavern or merchants or hostels they were visiting. But she would always refuse, choosing to stay out in the open and sing. It didn't matter to Vittoria if anyone ever paid her a dime for her songs. She only wanted to sing, and she would do it for free if it came down to it. Singing was her life. 

Though a half elf has the lifespan of almost three quarters of a full elf, they have always been prone to mature faster than other elves. Where it takes an elf several centuries to become mature, half elves are adult-minded long before their elven cousins. Their childhoods are terribly short, which is likely to the good, given the nature of most of the lives of those who are neither elf nor human. Children alone never fare well; half elves always do. 

Vittoria grew quickly, though she was often said to be scrawny. She ought to have more meat on her bones, most would say in passing as they shook their heads. She ignored them and closed her eyes, and pictured herself somewhere else far away from the forest floor beneath the city. Sometimes, she imagined she was living in a high-rise home far above the other city levels, and was revered as someone more than common. She imagined then that she was unforgettable. 

On a day such as that, Vittoria stood leaning against the ramp that lead up to the city's first level. That level belonged to the more common and approachable merchants, the ones that would cater to foreigners if they had paid their dues to enter the woods of the fae, fair and square. Vittoria brushed a lock of short white hair from her eyes and picked some of the dirt from beneath her nails. No matter how much she wiped her hands on the grasses, her fingernails were almost always dirty. There were no lakes that she knew of near the elven city; the only water that came was that of the rains that were ever so rare here. She thought maybe it rained often enough above the trees. But the trees of this forest were ancient, old beyond reckoning. Their dense canopy kept out not only the sun, but any rain as well. Rainwater was collected in barrels high above the city and brought down every day. She had to assume it was plentiful up there, somehow. But she only had limited access to it, having to pay several copper coins in order to wash every few days. Vittoria sighed and picked at another nail. 

Behind her, a new party was coming up the ramp. She jumped up to watch them, scanning their faces for evidence of their travels. They were just forest elves, though, rangers. With their hungry eyes, they looked over Vittoria, giving her glances that gave her chills. She ducked back down beside the ramp and they snorted. Satisfaction was what they wanted; it was not what they would get from Vittoria. 

The ramp lifted slowly upwards, creaking as it slid up on its pulley-ropes and made its long, slow progress to the first city level. Then it came down, quicker and emptier than when it went up. Vittoria turned around as it landed with a soft thud near her head. 

Someone new was getting on the lift now. She scrambled up the ramp, smelling money. There was a priest on the lift now, a wealthy one, too. And he had with him a servant of sorts. Vittoria could smell the soft musky scent of incense wafting from the cleric's armor. He was a priest of battle, obviously, and coming home after a very long journey. His servant, a forest elf with a strong back and tanned face, was busying himself with putting parcel after parcel onto the lift until there was barely enough room to stand. But as soon as it began to rise, Vittoria jumped aboard. 

She smiled at the cleric. He narrowed his eyes at her and did not return her pleasant grin. Vittoria smiled brighter, taking in the look of the man staring at her now very solemnly. He was no forest elf; he was high born, all the way. His hair was snow white, his skin like buttered ivory. His features were perfect, flawless, pristine. Vittoria was almost aghast at his perfection. His lips, so thin in their likely permanent grimace, were etched and detailed perfectly into his angular face. His brows were dark, arched and studious, furrowed where they almost met in the middle of his forehead. And his eyes; Vittoria had never seen eyes so pale, like ice they were to her. 

The half elf bard gulped and forced herself to close her eyes and open her mouth. She had seen a few high elves before; it would be considered rude to stare. She had just set herself on a very long journey. The lift would rise slowly with such heavy packages on board. She needed to use her time wisely, and she needed to sing. 

Carefully, she began to keen a low note, long and drawn out. Then, she carefully lifted her voice as her chin tilted back, mouth parting wider and wider. Though the sound became louder and more voluminous, it was not overwhelming and overly strong. It remained a soft, well-contained sound. Vittoria had practiced this song so often, having heard it from a girl with skin as dark as dirt or the earth beneath the grass. The girl had learned it as part of her training in pleasing her masters; when given a chance one night, Vittoria had snuck up to the girl's bedchamber and begged to hear more of the lovely song. And she had learned it off by heart that very night. 

With her eyes closed, the shorthaired half elf let the song pour forth from her lips, her body relaxing as she sang. 

"Mine eyes have seen the shadows 

Mine eyes have seen the sun, 

But never have they seen justice, 

And never have they seen the one, 

Until the moment I met you, 

These eyes knew not how to shine, 

But once they saw you and knew you, 

Divine inner light was mine, 

Mine eyes have known the darkness, 

Mine eyes have known the tears, 

But never have they known true love, 

Not in all my years, 

Until the day I met you, 

These eyes were but so poor, 

Now that I have known you, 

These eyes will cry no more..." 

By this time, the lift was almost near the top of the first level. Vittoria opened her eyes, even though her mouth was still busy crooning the last few notes of the song. She looked up at the cleric, and was surprised at how stunned he seemed. His gaze was confused, and his lips were tightly pursed. Unsure of whether or not that was a good thing, Vittoria thought it would be best if she jumped off the lift before the cleric and his servant could reach out and detain her. If he called the guards on her, she'd be hauled off down below and likely chased away a good distance. She hated that, and it was a horrible way to end a beautiful song. 

Leaping to the merchant's level of the city, Vittoria landed gently on the wide wooden planks that made up a circle around the base of one of the more ancient and sturdy of trees. She turned as she stepped back away from the lift. 

To her dismay, the lift was continuing on its way, going upwards to the next level or perhaps even higher. The cleric was looking down at her, his grimace returned now and almost looking malicious as he glared down at her. Vittoria gulped, and hoped quickly that he would forget her face. She would not forget his any time soon.



Unforgettable Ch. 01



Tony was enjoying how great it felt to have his cock sliding through Carla's soft round breasts. He regretted that he could not see them, and his fingers were digging into the arms of the leather chair because he wanted to touch them and make Carla moan.

Carla slid off Tony's lap. Her hands grabbed the top of his boxers and pulled them down his thighs and off his legs. Then she positioned herself between his legs and reached for the can of whipped cream that she had put on the table. Carla removed the lid and shook the can of whipped cream with one hand, while her long pink fingernails on the other hand lightly brushed against the side of Tony's cock making it stand at attention. She depressed the nozzle and cold whipped cream poured out the opening and built up in a mound on top of Tony's cock head. 

Tony yelled, "Oh my god Carla what are you doing," as he almost jumped out the chair from the cold sensation of the whipped cream pouring out of the can onto his hot shaft.

Carla laughed teasingly and replied, "Okay Tony you can open your eyes now and watch what I'm going to do to you, and it's okay for you to touch me again." Carla stared up into Tony's eyes as she lowered her mouth closer and closer to his cock which was covered in whipped cream. When she was only an inch away her mouth opened and her tongue slithered out and started to lick some of the whipped cream from his head.

Tony opened his eyes just in time to see Carla staring up at him as her pink tongue started slowly licking the whipped cream from his cock. The first contact of her hot tongue with his cock sent a surge of hot excitement through Tony's body, and his hips rose slightly off the chair in anticipation of what was to come. Tony was also able to see Carla's nice hanging breasts so he reached out with his big strong hands and gave each one a gentle squeeze as he cupped the heavy globes. Then his fingers lightly brushed against the sensitive underside of each breast causing Carla to moan.

Carla's tongue flicked out and sensuously licked the cold whipped cream from the head of Tony's cock. She relished the double treat of pleasing Tony with her expert oral skills, while enjoying a sweet treat that was yummy. After removing all the whipped cream from the swollen purple head Carla worked her tongue up and down the shaft making sure that she also licked Tony's balls on the downward journey. Juice was leaking out the opening in the head and Carla's tongue made sure that it scooped up every last drop of his precum. As she savored her first taste of his cream she could tell by his moans and breathing that he was getting very excited by this special treat that she was giving him. Carla didn't want to rush the special oral attention she was giving Tony, but her pussy was throbbing incessantly as it begged for some attention.

Tony's fingers skillfully teased and tormented Carla's stiff nipples by tracing circles around them, getting closer and closer to the hard nubs without actually touching them. Tony watched Carla's face, and when her eyes closed and she moaned around his cock Tony ran his finger around each nipple taking the hard buds between his thumb and forefinger and rolling them back and forth. 

Tony's fingers toying with her stiff aching nipples caused the fire burning in her pussy to intensify rapidly. Carla couldn't wait much longer to feel Tony's cock buried inside of her so she picked up the tempo. One hand cupped Tony's big swollen balls and squeezed them gently. Carla looked up at Tony intensely and locked eyes with him as her mouth slowly moved down his shaft an inch at a time until her hot wet mouth had engulfed half of his thick cock. Carla sucked hard on Tony's cock while it was buried deep in her mouth, then slid up the slick shaft and swirled her tongue around the head, before going back down on him. Each time she repeated the process she took his hot throbbing cock a little deeper until she had almost all of him inside her mouth and throat.

Tony had been with quite a few women over the years, but Carla's exquisite oral skills and enthusiasm to bring him maximum pleasure were like nothing he had ever experienced before. His juice was boiling in his balls and it wouldn't take much more of Carla's expert attention before he unleashed a torrent of cream down her throat. The hotter Carla made him with her mouth the more attention he paid to her stiff nipples. He was twisting them back and forth, then pulled them out as far as they would go. Tony could tell by the throaty moans escaping from around his cock that Carla was enjoying having her nipples treated a little rough. "Oh Carla your hot mouth feels so damn good! You know that if you keep that up baby you're going to make me unload in your mouth. "

Carla loved the feeling of power that sucking Tony's cock gave her. Three times she sucked him almost to the point of exploding then grasped the base of his cock tightly as she backed off, making Tony groan louder with disappointment each time. 

Tony had never been teased and tormented so expertly before and he moaned, "Your mouth has me so fucking hot, please let me come in your mouth Carla!" Carla smiled wantonly at Tony as she temporarily removed his cock from her mouth and said, "Since you asked me so nice I'll let you come in my mouth. Come on baby give it to me! I want to taste your cream!" Carla quickly went back to sucking on Tony's cock with her mouth while her other hand massaged his balls. Tony's breathing was coming in raged gasps and Carla felt him stiffen as he started to explode. Just as Carla felt his cream start to pulse through his balls she slid the last inch of his thick cock down her throat, somehow managing not to gag. 

Tony stared deeply into Carla's beautiful green eyes as she buried his whole cock in her mouth and throat, and watched his reaction. No woman had ever taken all of his cock before. The sensation and sight of being deep throated by this beautiful woman, who was enjoying herself immensely, caused Tony to quickly erupt. Tony's body went rigid for a second and then he grunted loudly, loosely grabbing two handfuls of Carla's wavy hair, and screaming out her name as he exploded. Stream after stream of his hot sticky cream blasted up from his balls, flowed through the shaft, and splashed down her throat.

Carla kept Tony's cock buried in her throat and swallowed each stream of hot cream as it spurted out. When she thought he was almost finished she slowly slid her mouth up the shaft. She opened her mouth and used her hands to pull on the shaft coaxing one last spurt of cream to shoot out from the head and land in her mouth. Carla kept looking up at Tony as she showed him the cream on her tongue, and swished it around savoring the taste. Then she smiled wantonly and swallowed the last remnants of his cream.

Tony smiled dreamily at Carla and said, "That was the most amazing blowjob that any woman has ever given me! Thank you so much!"

Carla replied, "I'm so glad that you enjoyed my special surprise Tony. I didn't know how else to thank you for saving my life."

Tony looked down at Carla who was still between his legs. He got up from the chair and helped Carla to her feet. He drew her warm inviting body against his and kissed her hard and passionately. His big strong hands traced down her spine and danced in slow lazy circles around her buttocks. Tony pulled her cheeks hard against him and lifted her off the ground with his strong arms. He carried Carla a short distance and pinned her against the wall. Both hands gave her cheeks one last squeeze then moved around the front of her body. One hand snaked between their bodies, slowly moving towards Carla's panty covered mound. When Tony's fingers reached Carla's panty covered crotch he was pleased to see that her panties were soaked with her dew. Tony slipped two fingers inside Carla's lacy pink panties. He ran them up and down her crease tormenting and teasing her clit. Then they quickly disappeared into her hot wetness, easily penetrating her pussy and causing Carla to moan loudly as they stretched her opening wider. Tony's meaty fingers toyed with Carla's pussy and his thumb worked on her clit as he let the fingertips of his other hand dance around one of her swollen nipples, finally making contact with the hard nub. He grasped the swollen bud and rolled it back and forth between his thumb and forefinger, giving each stiff nipple equal attention.

Carla was incredibly turned on even before Tony started to touch her pussy and nipples. His experienced touch created a blazing inferno between her legs and in no time Carla's whole body was trembling as her need soared higher and higher. One of Carla's hands was wrapped around Tony's neck for support and the other was gently massaging his balls and flaccid cock, slowing bringing it back to life. Carla broke the long hot wet kiss and looked into Tony's eyes as she said, "I want to come!." Her breathing quickened noticeably as Tony brought her closer and closer to the point of no return. 

Tony watched Carla's facial expressions closely, reveling in the look of ecstasy written across her face as he slowly moved his two thick fingers in and out of her hot clutching tunnel. Tony could feel her dew seeping out around his fingers. As her moans and whimpers grew in frequency and intensity Tony knew that Carla was very close to reaching her climax. When Tony heard the demanding tone of her voice telling him that she wanted to come he quickly eased his fingers from her tight opening and watched her face mirror the disappointment and frustration that she felt. He slid his body downward kissing her neck and other sensitive areas as his mouth slowly traveled to her nipples, teasing and tormenting the hard bullets before sliding his wet mouth across Carla's stomach and down into her crease. His tongue flicked out and lapped up the sweet nectar that was flowing from her fountain. 

Tony looked up into her eyes and smiled devilishly as he said, "Oh don't worry Carla I'm going to make you come! But I'll decide how, and when!" He picked Carla up again and carried her across the room, finally depositing her into the big leather chair he had been sitting in a few minutes ago. He knelt in front of her and gently lifted one of her legs higher and put it over the arm of the chair. This caused her neatly trimmed bush to be spread wide apart. Like a man who had not eaten in days Tony dove right in and started licking her crease, and fingering her opening. His other hand went back to work on the stiff nipples and pulled and twisted them, gently at first and then a little harder as Carla's body language told him she was climbing pleasure mountain again. Tony almost let her reach the peak, and then he backed off, stopping her from reaching the summit.

Carla was going crazy. Tony was the first guy who had ever made her wait for it when she demanded that they make her come. His taking control and making her wait only served to cause the fire between her legs to burn hotter. Carla had both of her hands buried in Tony's hair trying to pull his mouth and tongue tighter against her needy pussy. When he backed off Carla wanted to scream at him for taking her almost to the edge and then letting her hang. 

Tony reached across to the table and picked up his Manhattan, taking a sip, and then letting a smooth piece of ice slide into his mouth without Carla seeing what he had done. He moved back between her legs, and slid his fat fingers back into her opening and used his thumb to rub her clit. Then his mouth zeroed in on her nipples which still were so hard that they looked like they were going to explode. He opened his mouth slightly and fastened it onto one of her stiff nubs and pulled. 

The combination of Tony's hot mouth and the cold ice both closing around Carla's throbbing nipple at the same time almost caused her to jump off the chair. Carla tried to stifle a scream as a bolt of white heat coursed through her breasts, and went straight to her pussy. Then Tony's mouth was sucking and biting the other nipple causing her whole body to quake. The ice melted quickly and trickled out of Tony's mouth and dripped down on her belly. Tony bit each nipple letting his teeth scrape across each nipple, then used his tongue to bath the hard points with his soothing warm saliva.

Now that Tony had worked Carla into a frenzy his mouth headed south again. Before reaching Carla's sweet pussy Tony took a detour and put some more ice into his mouth. His hands tenderly spread Carla's pink lips apart exposing the hard nub of her swollen clit. Like a heat seeking missile Tony headed straight for Carla's hanging clit with his mouth and tongue. He manipulated the ice between his lips and pressed it into Carla's crease and directly against her clit. 

Carla was getting closer and closer again as Tony kept fanning the flames of passion, making the fire between her legs burn hotter and hotter. Carla screamed when the cold ice followed by Tony's hot tongue started moving against her sensitive clit. The sexual energy that flowed through Carla's body from that exquisite contact almost pushed her body off the edge of the cliff. Carla's body was screaming for release and she was willing to anything at this point in order to make the ache go away and feel the sweet glow of release. Carla pleaded, "Oh Tony…! Please… let me come!" 

Tony paused for a second to get another piece of ice. Before diving back into her waiting pussy Tony looked up at Carla and said, "Okay baby Tony's going to let you come now!" Tony dove back into Carla's hot juicy pussy. His fingers moved in and out as he fucked her tight wet opening faster and harder. His other hand was busy twisting her nipples back and forth, and then pulling them outward away from her body as far as they would stretch. His mouth and tongue latched onto Carla's aching clit again and went to work, this time determined to make her come long and hard. Tony's tongue flicked Carla's clit back and forth faster and faster. 

Carla was moaning wildly as her head thrashed back and forth. "Oh yes Tony, I'm so close! Eat my pussy and please… let me come!" Her last words had barely escaped her mouth when Carla felt her whole body start quivering as the massive explosion began deep within her loins. Like a big ball of fire the white heat consumed her body. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her being. Carla experienced four quick orgasms, and definitely would have had many more but Tony withdrew his mouth and stopped fingering her pussy. Even though Carla's greedy pussy wanted more of Tony's expert oral attention she didn't protest when Tony stopped eating her pussy, rose to his feet, and scooped her out of the chair and carried her into his bedroom.

Tony gently laid Carla down on the bed and climbed in next to her. He kissed her deeply on the mouth letting her taste her own juices, and smell her fragrances, which were smeared all around his mouth. 

Carla looked down and saw that Tony's cock had not fully recovered yet from the earlier sucking. She told Tony to lay back for a minute, then straddled his body in the classic 69 position. Carla's dripping pussy hovered above Tony's head and her hot wet mouth slowly kissed its way down his body. When Carla's mouth finally arrived at its ultimate destination she opened wide and engulfed all of Tony's semi erect shaft all the way down to his balls. With her lips at the base of his cock Carla started sucking Tony very hard, grinning to herself as he moaned and she felt his manhood twitching and quickly regaining its full length and hardness as she administered her own brand of CPR. Now that she had Tony's full attention she lowered her lower body down onto his face so her pussy could get the attention it was begging for.

Carla was the hottest woman that Tony had ever been with and he was amazed at how quickly her hungry mouth had brought his cock back to life. Normally it would have taken him at least an hour before he would ready for action again, but Carla was so damn hot that he could not wait to make love to her sweet pussy again. Tony eagerly started to stab her dripping slit with his tongue. He alternated between licking her crease and tormenting her clit, and trying to force his tongue inside her pussy. His big strong hands gripped Carla's ass cheeks and pulled them apart, allowing his fingers to run up and down her crack and pay special attention to her brown puckered rosebud. When Tony's fingers danced around the rough puckered skin surrounding her anus Carla moaned loudly and sucked Tony even harder. It didn't take long before Carla's exquisite oral attention had Tony very aroused and fully erect again. 

Carla was humping her pussy against Tony's face while her experienced mouth made sure that his cock was hard, throbbing, and ready for action. While she was enjoying the oral attention Tony lavished on her dripping crease, Carla wanted to feel his thick shaft stretching her tunnel as it hammered deeply into her chasm. Carla stopped sucking, and removed her pussy from Tony's face. Then she turned around facing Tony and said, "I want you to fuck me now, " in a demanding tone of voice. Without waiting for Tony to reply Carla positioned her hips above Tony's shaft that was pointing towards the ceiling and slowly lowered herself down onto his joystick. Carla's pussy was so wet, and she was so hot for Tony that his thick cock easily sank into her like a hot knife going through butter. Carla enjoyed the delightful ecstasy of having her pussy stretched by Tony's thick lance. 

Tony's balls tingled as Carla's pussy slid down his rigid pole until he was buried balls deep inside her tight clutching tunnel. Tony moaned, "Oh yes baby! Your sweet pussy is so fucking tight!" Tony's hands reached upward and cupped the heavy globes of Carla's beautiful round tits. Then his fingers were pulling and twisting Carla's nipples.

Carla found her rhythm slowly raising her hips to slide up Tony's fire pole, and then sliding back down the pole until it was buried deep. Carla felt her need to climax getting more urgent on each up and down cycle. Carla picked up the pace, moving upwards faster and then slamming down hard and impaling herself on Tony's rigid shaft.

Tony could tell by watching Carla's face and listening to her breathing getting more rapid that she was close to climaxing again. He decided to let her have one more orgasm before he rolled her onto her back and really gave her a hard deep fuck. Tony could hardly wait to unload his seed deep inside of her tight wet pussy. His fingers roughly twisted and tweaked Carla's engorged nipples driving her crazy.

Carla rode up and down on Tony's hard shaft driving herself closer and closer to another orgasm. Tony's big thick cock filled her up, and Carla could feel the veins of his big thick cock scraping against the walls of her tight hot sheath. Carla plunged down hard driving herself balls deep and ground her pussy against Tony relentlessly. Carla's body suddenly went rigid and she screamed, "I'm coming…….. Tony!" 

Tony was already buried balls deep when he heard Carla scream and felt her whole body start to shake as her orgasm ripped through her body. He gripped her ass cheeks with his big strong hands and dug his fingers into them hard as he thrust his hips off the bed making sure that he stayed buried as deeply as possible inside her as she enjoyed the aftershocks of another strong orgasm. Tony loved hearing the sound of Carla coming, and hoped that he could make her have many more orgasms before the night was over.

As another intense orgasm started to subside Carla slumped forward and laid down on top of Tony. She kept slowly grinding her hips against his cock to make the pleasurable sensations last as long as possible.

Tony let Carla rest for a minute as she enjoyed the afterglow of another powerful orgasm. Then he used his muscular arms and upper body to roll her over onto her back, making sure that his cock stayed deeply imbedded in her pussy the whole time. Tony let his full weight rest heavily on Carla's body as he kissed her mouth passionately. Then his mouth and tongue started to kiss and lick their way down Carla's neck, across her shoulders, and moved slowly downwards toward her breasts. Tony's tongue traced the outline of Carla's large coral aureoles and then teasingly moved in slow circles until his hot tongue was making contact with her hard pointy nipples as it danced around them. Tony started to move his hips in a slow circular motion that caused his thick cock to delicately scrape against the inner walls of Carla's tight pussy, and his pelvis ground tightly against her swollen lips and clit.




Unforgettable Ch. 01



Carla's orgasm had just started to subside when Tony rolled her over on her back. Now his wet mouth, slippery tongue, and hot cock reignited her fires and caused the intense heat to burn in her pussy again. Carla ran her long pink fingernails up and down the crack of Tony's ass, making sure that she grazed his anus on every downward trip. Carla's pussy was insatiable tonight and she moaned hotly, "That's it baby, fuck me!" 

Tony withdrew his cock almost all the way out of her tight clutching sleeve, and didn't have to wait long before getting the reaction from Carla that he wanted to hear. 

"Don't take it out!" Carla implored.

Tony slowly sank his lance back into Carla's pussy and buried it balls deep before slowly withdrawing the shaft again, until just the head remained inside. 

Carla wanted to be fucked deep and hard, and she was getting agitated with Tony for not giving her what she wanted. Other men had always quickly given Carla what she wanted, but Tony was different than all the rest. He just continued to torment her by sinking it in deep and then pulling it back out again. The more Tony controlled the action, tormenting her constantly, the more urgent Carla's need became. "Fuck me harder Tony!" she pleaded.

Tony started to gently nibble and chew on Carla's stiff nipples, causing new moans of ecstasy to pour from her mouth. Tony also started to thrust hard when he buried his lance in Carla's tight pussy, and then slide it halfway out before slamming it back into her.

Carla's moans grew in intensity, and her breathing became more labored as Tony's expert fucking carried her closer and closer to the edge. She moaned, "Oh yes Tony! Fuck me! Give it to me hard!" 

Tony picked up the pace a little causing his balls to smack against Carla's ass in rhythm with his thrusts. Tony's balls where tingling again as his need to come again also grew in intensity. His hot mouth continued to bite and nibble on the hard points, and every once in a while he would take the nipple between his teeth and pull on it hard. Sensing that Carla was close again he asked, "How bad do you want to come baby?"

Carla almost screamed, "I need it so bad Tony! Make me come!"

Tony didn't hear exactly what he wanted from Carla so he picked up the pace and hammer into her even harder. Teasingly Tony said, "I don't think that you need it bad enough yet! Maybe I should take it out and just dump my hot cream all over those beautiful tits, and not let you come again."

"Oh no Tony, please…. make me come again! Please…. fuck me hard! I want your hot cream inside of me so bad! Please give it to me Tony!"

Hearing Carla beg for it spurred him on and Tony started to thrust into Carla's pussy even harder. The sound of Tony slapping hard against Carla's beautiful full ass as he fucked her pussy hard, and the sound of her moans of ecstasy filled the air.

Carla was almost at the point of no return. She dug her long pink fingernails hard into Tony's buttocks to urge him to keep thrusting hard and burying his thick cock as deep as possible inside of her. Then she wrapped her strong legs around his waist and squeezed him tightly. As Carla felt the first orgasmic spasm she screamed, "Oh yes…, Oh yes….., I'm coming Tony….!" She thrust her hips up off the bed trying to get even more of Tony inside of her pussy. As the giant orgasmic tsunami crashed down upon her body Carla's body trembled and shook from the impact as wave after wave coursed through her body. The orgasm's just keep coming one after another and Carla lost track after the tenth one. 

Tony wanted to let his seed splash inside of Carla so damn bad, but he somehow managed to hold off just a little bit longer because he wanted to make sure that Carla reached as many orgasms as possible before he dumped his load. As Carla climaxed over and over again Tony wished that he could have recorded the hot erotic sounds of ecstasy coming from her mouth. 

Carla was still bathed in the white light, her body feeling almost weightless, as she experienced a sense of total relaxation. Eventually her breathing and consciousness returned to the present time and place. Carla realized that Tony was still thrusting his cock into her. She could tell by the way his swollen member filled her pussy that he needed to come again. Carla smiled up at him and purred, "Okay Tony now it's your turn! I want you to fill my pussy with your cream!" Carla released her grip on Tony's ass cheeks and let one hand dance it's way into his crack. Her long pink fingernails started at the top and traveled down to his brown puckered opening. Carla used some juice oozing from her pussy to lubricate her finger and then went to work on Tony's anus. First she let her fingernails dance slow lazy circles around the rough skin, eventually reaching the center where her finger teased the tight opening. Carla's other hand slid between their bodies and found Tony's dangling balls, gently giving them a squeeze. As lingering aftershocks of pleasure made her pussy tingle Carla's vaginal walls contracted around Tony's swollen cock, bringing him even greater pleasure.

Tony was so close to finally letting it fly. When he felt Carla's fingers probing his ass and squeezing his balls he started to hammer into her velvet glove rapidly again. In less than thirty seconds the pleasurable sensations overcame him and his volcano started to erupt. Tony's body went rigid and he screamed, "Here it comes baby!" 

Carla was amazed that her pussy felt like it was also going to come again. She forced her finger into the tight opening of Tony's ass and thrust it as deep as it would go. She felt his prostate gland and pushed her fingertip against it, causing Tony to scream with pleasure as he exploded deep inside Carla's pussy. 

Stream after stream of Tony's hot lava flowed out of his balls and erupted forcefully into Carla's twitching pussy which convulsed as she came one last time. Carla's finger kept pressing against his prostate as she milked every last drop of cream out of his balls and into her pussy. 

Tony collapsed on top of Carla and they stayed intertwined for a few more minutes as both of them enjoyed the last spasms and tingles of their orgasmic bliss. Tony kissed Carla softly on the lips and when her eyes finally fluttered open he looked deeply into those beautiful green pools and said, "You're so beautiful and sexy Carla. Thank you for all the special gifts you gave me tonight. You were absolutely amazing!" 

Carla batted her eyes at Tony and replied in a sexy voice, "Oh Tony you were incredible! You really know how to make love to a woman. Good thing that you're a fireman, I don't know who else could have done such a fantastic job of putting out my fire."

They held each other and talked for a while letting the other know who much they had both enjoyed the whole experience. Then they drifted off to sleep. In the morning they made love to each other again in the shower before Tony took Carla to make the arrangements for getting her car towed.

They both agreed that they wanted to see each other later in the week.



Unforgettable Ch. 02



After drifting off to sleep with Beth snuggled up to me, I’m not quite sure how long I slept, but it had to be several hours because it was dark when I finally woke up. Breathing in a deep yawn and stretching, my limbs spread out over the bed and I noticed the absence of Beth’s warm body next to mine. Propping myself up on my elbow I looked around the room for her, but I didn’t see her, only noticing a door on the other side of the room slightly ajar. I could hear running water and guessed she must be taking a shower in her parent’s bathroom. ‘Lucky me,’ I thought to myself, smiling.

I got up slowly, not bothering with any sort of clothes, and pushed the door to the bathroom open just a bit more so I could enter without making too much sound. I could see her through the warped, thick glass that was in the shower door. Beth was leaning forward; hands on the wall directly under the showerhead, letting the water run down her back. My cock sprang to life right then, as I watched her, her breasts hanging down heavily, heaving slightly as she breathed.

Using all the self control I could muster, I slowly crossed the bathroom and opened the door painfully slow. She didn’t even notice. I guessed she was probably really tired and totally out of it. Stepping in as lightly as I could manage without slipping and cracking my skull, I moved behind her and slowly slid my hands onto her but, moving them around her waist and resting them on her stomach. Beth only moaned slightly, not moving from under the water. Eventually she stood up and turned around in my arms.

“Hey lover,” she softly murmured, almost completely drowned out by the sound of running water. Lifting her hands to my face she pulled me down for a long, passionate kiss as my hands drifted down to her ass. I was completely in love with her perfect ass. I could massage, lick, kiss, nibble and fuck it all day and never get sick of it. It was a perfect mesh between firm muscle and a nice round butt. Her tits were just as amazing, especially pressed into my chest in the shower. Large, yet still very firm and pert, topped off by areolas slightly larger than a quarter, and nice pink nipples, roughly the size of a pencil eraser.

After a few minutes of kissing, I broke away and slowly spoke. “I love your tits. I love your little nipples. So very beautiful. Especially that astounding ass of yours. It’s perfect; I could squeeze it all day… That is unless I was fucking it.” I just threw the last sentence out, hoping she wouldn’t think I was some sick pervert and smack me and tell me to leave. I looked down after a second, expecting her to be looking at me with some sort of disgusted shock, but she wasn’t even looking at me. She had her heard buried in my chest and started slowly nibbling my nipple. I could tell I was really starting to get her turned on.

Encouraged, I started rubbing each half of her ass in circles with my hands, slowly pulling them apart then pushing them together. “I’d do it just like this, starting off by rubbing your perfect ass,” I slowly whispered into her ear, her nibbling becoming a bit harder. She pressed her pussy against my thigh and even in the shower I could tell she was dripping. Grabbing the bottle of soap, I let a little fall onto my fingers and spread her ass with one hand as I let the soapy fingers find her asshole. “Then I’d get my fingers nice and slippery then begin fingering that beautiful little asshole of yours. I was admiring it earlier today. I wanted to just lean down and like your pink hole, get it nice and wet then slip in my cock and fuck you until I passed out.” For emphasis, I let my index finger push just inside her tight backdoor, letting the slim digit slide easily up to the base inside her. “Oooh, God you’re tight.”

“I’ve never done it before,” Beth moaned into my chest. She looked up at me and I could tell she trusted me. I definitely didn’t want to screw up now. I let my finger slide in a few more times, letting her relax then slipped it out of her ass, letting her moan as it came out with a little pop, leaving her empty again. I took the shower head and moved it over both our bodies, making sure to wash off every inch of us before turning it off. Stepping onto the shower mat, I held Beth’s hand as she stepped out, then took a towel off the nearby rack and slowly dried her body, making sure I completely dried her.

I wrapped her in the towel and moved my hands over her breasts, pushing them together as I rubbed the towel back and forth over them, then letting my hand slide between them to dry the valley between her breasts. I let her lean back into my, pressing the towel into her back as my hands moved over her neck and chest, then down to her stomach, getting every drop of water from her well toned body, which I also just noticed had a very sexy tan. Just a slight bronzing that gave her a sexy shine. 

Kneeling behind her, I let the towel fall a bit so I could dry her lower body. First moving the towel over her ass and then between the cheeks, I could almost taste her skin in my mouth, the smell of the flowery soap sinking into her skin. I slowly dried around her pussy, then in-between her legs, moving my hands down each leg, making sure I got the front and backs before drying the tops and bottoms of her feet.

“Go make yourself comfortable on the bed,” I said with a sly little grin and winked. She bent down and gave me a long kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth and tickling the roof of my mouth slightly before she stood up and skipped out of the room, into the bedroom. I dried myself hurriedly, even combing my hair slightly with a few quick strokes with a brush before leaving the bathroom.

Beth was on her back on the bed, a pillow under her butt that was beginning to get saturated in her juices as she had started fingering herself, two fingers already moving easily in and out of her wet hole. I let out a long moan and Beth looked up, not stopping her movements on her clit. I crossed the room, distracted by my throbbing cock, and knelt between her legs on the bed. Leaning down I breathed in deep, savoring the aroma of her moist pussy, letting my tongue flick out and begin cleaning off the inside of her legs as she continued playing with herself.

I pulled Beth’s hand back and sucked her fingers clean, enjoying her musky taste, very warm and thick. I bent down closer, my tongue sliding along the inside of her legs, making my way all the way around her pussy. After I cleaned up as much as I could I spread her lips with my fingers and let my tongue slide up and down in-between each fold of sensitive skin. Moaning, Beth bucked her hips up and down trying to grind into my face. I usually love that, but I wanted to tease her and avoided her thrusts.

“Ohhh God, please, let me cum… Make me cum!” Beth screamed loudly as she kept trying to get off by rubbing herself into my face. This turned me on even more, but I kept control of myself and kept away.

“Oh no, you’re not cumming quite yet, I’m going to hear you beg for it.” Beth moaned loudly as I gave her pussy another few quick licks, trapping as much of her delicious juice on my tongue as I could. Pressing her legs down so she couldn’t move as much, I slowly crawled up her body, my tongue trailing over her skin, leaving a little of my saliva and her juices running over her skin. I only stopped once to nibble and lick her belly button as I made my way up to her breasts.

As my nose hit the bottom curve of her breasts, I tilted my chin up and nibbled softly on the bottom of her breasts, occasionally letting my tongue snake out and run under them, already picking up a little perspiration. Moving from one to the other, Beth was bucking under me again, her hips wildly trying to meet mine. Letting my tongue travel in the valley between her breasts, I moved my mouth to her collarbone, sucking it lightly until I left a small red mark.

Beth was panting now, her chest heaving up into me as I rest my chin on her voluminous breasts. Taking her left breast in one hand, I moved my mouth to her right nipple. At first only letting it brush over my lips, it still got very hard, very quickly, and even more so once I took it into my mouth and simultaneously nibbled and sucked it. My hand squeezing her opposite breast until it overflowed me hand, Beth had one hand in my hair, grabbing it viciously while the other tried to find a way to her pussy, which proved unsuccessful. 

Letting her nipple go, I nibbled and sucked lightly on the areola around it, moving towards her other breast, my free hand already covering the nipple and twisting it. Beth was moaning unintelligibly, muttering obscenities and praises to several things, begging me to let her cum as I had brought her to the edge several times but not let her. Moving my mouth to her nipple, I bit down hard, receiving a long wail from Beth that wasn’t entirely pleasure or pain. I bit harder, this time the jolt as she arched her back actually pushed me off a bit.

I decided she had had enough and let her nipple go, it was very hard now and red from its light torture. Beth had calmed down, but only a bit. Her hips were still moving under me, and I wasn’t quite sure if she was still doing it consciously, but rather from the ultimate need for some attention. I lifted my hips up a bit and reached down with one hand, giving her clit a little pinch. Apparently I got her attention again.

“Oohhhh, mmmm…. Please, don’t tease me anymore… I need to cum so bad…” Beth moaned loudly, which made me only want to tease her more, just to see how far I could push her before she completely lost it. Letting two of my fingers slip into her, I was amazed at how hot and wet she was. My cock jumped slightly, but I knew it would be worth the wait. My fingers worked slowly in and out of Beth, only lightly rubbing her clit, nowhere near enough to bring her off, even as excited as she was.

“You feel this? This is my pussy, and I’ll eat it and finger it and fuck it whenever I want.” Beth moaned, her eyes rolled back in her head. I moved my hands further down between her legs and slowly massaged her asshole. “The same goes for this, I’m going to eat this and finger this and fuck this very, very soon.” Beth’s hands moved to her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples savagely as she desperately fought for her first orgasm. Pulling my hands back I straddled her stomach and took both her breasts in my hands, laid my cock between them and pressed them tightly together around my hard member. “And these are mine too, and I’m going to fuck them now.”

Beth only moved to get a bit more comfortable as I began pumping my cock in and out of her breasts, slightly lubricated by the sweat that had formed on her breasts. With each thrust I let my cock press all the way into her, the head coming out on top of her breasts and my stomach slapping her breasts, making them jiggle delightfully. I moaned as I watched my cock slide in and out, the head hitting Beth in the chin, which made her open her mouth as she tilted her chin down and sticking out her tongue to catch some of the pre cum. 

“You like it when I fuck MY breasts?”

“Oh god, yes! Please, don’t stop!” The last came in short pants, not helped by my cock popping in and out of her open mouth, but I don’t think she cared. She was totally lost to the controlling power of her lust, willing for anything, which is exactly what I wanted. I was getting very close myself, balls tightening and pulling up into my stomach as I pumped harder and harder into Beth’s beautiful breasts. Between her senseless moaning, her jiggling breasts and the built up sexual tension inside of me, not much later, I made my final, rough thrust into her breasts, my cock spraying my cum down around her neck, giving her a pearl necklace and some onto her face and into her mouth, receiving a long, appreciative moan.

“Oh god, you look so fucking sexy.” I said a little stunned. Beth’s hair was still wet, but now with sweat, plastered to her forehead. My cum had decorated her face once again, starting to pool on her cheeks, but the majority of it shot right up her chest, hitting her in the neck and then running down either side. Beth wiped some of the cum off her face and cleaned them her fingers, and went to clean off her neck until I stopped her. “Oh no you don’t, you’re leaving that necklace on.” Beth just smiled wickedly and winked, and was soon enough back to begging me to let her cum.

“Patience babe, patience.” Was all I would say, until I got her up and onto her hands and knees again. I placed both hands on her ass and slowly started massaging them in a circle, pulling them apart, then pushing them together. Beth knew what was coming and moaned loudly, falling onto her chest to leave her hands free, but I stopped her before they reached her clit. “That’s mine; I choose when to let you play with it. Understood?” Beth meekly nodded, but by the sudden flood of juices that ran out and onto the inside of her legs, I could tell it only turned her on even more. “Now pull this beautiful ass open for me.” Once again Beth quickly obeyed, her hands taking her bubbly butt in and pulling them open, nicely exposing her puckered asshole to me as it clenched a bit nervously.

Leaning forward, I stuck my face between her opened ass, my tongue running from the top of her crack to her pussy and back, briefly passing over her asshole, which I felt twitch each time, Beth letting out a moan as well. I loved licking up the beads of sweat that had formed and were caught in the sweet crevice, finally satisfied that I had gotten them all, I moved my mouth to the little pink star, my tongue quickly darting out and touching it. I moved my hand to her pussy, cupping it, my middle finger slipping very easily all the way in, almost instantly soaked. Beth just moaned louder as I rubbed her pussy and let my tongue make longer, wider licks on her asshole, which still tasted slightly of soap.

As I continued rubbing her pussy, I let my finger flick over her clit, making Beth thrust back into my face harder. I puckered my lips and pressed them to her asshole, then rolling my tongue and slipping it slightly into her, sneaking past the tight muscle. I didn’t get far before she clenched down hard and my tongue was pushed out. I finally decided she had enough and sat up, pulling my hand from her pussy and moving it to her ass, rubbing the little hole circularly with the well lubed finger.

“Just relax babe, when I say, rock your weight back slightly. We’ll take it nice and slow.” I’d watched plenty of anal porn, so I felt I was adequately educated to make this as easy as possible for her. I knew if I fucked up now, not only would I never fuck her ass, I’d probably never fuck her again. “Now,” I blurted, holding my finger straight behind her ass, pressing slightly on her sphincter. Beth let her weight fall back to her this and my finger slid easily half the way in before Beth stopped, letting out a wail.

“Oooowwww! Ow, ow, ooooh….” Beth moaned loudly.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“No! Don’t you fucking stop now! You’re going to make me cum!”

Hearing his side of her really turned me on. There I was loosening up for a good sodomizing, claiming ownership on her body and she was still in charge on a smaller scale. I gave her the cue again, and pushed into her lightly as she rocked back, now taking my finger all the way into her backdoor. She wailed again, but was already becoming more accustomed to having something up her ass; I could feel the tight muscle of her asshole loosening up, until I could move my finger in and out, slowly at first, then faster.

Once Beth started rocking back into my finger, I knew she was ready for a second. I dipped my free hand into her pussy and let her juices seep into my hand, then lubing up my second finger, pressing it to her asshole, and telling her to relax and push back. Beth closed her eyes, her breathing coming in short pants as she pressed back, my second finger slipping into the first joint before she had to stop. Face red, Beth did her best to normalize her breathing as I twisted my fingers inside her slowly, loosening her up eventually. Pushing back again, Beth made it down to the second knuckle. This girl amazed me more and more, and with one last good push, Beth had both my first two fingers inside her ass. She moaned loudly and muttered something I couldn’t hear, and I just let my fingers sit in her, admiring the tightness.

Beth let out one enormous breath and looked back at me. “Fuck me, now, in the ass. Make me scream and hurt, and most of all, cum” How could a guy turn down something like that? Grinning, I kneeled behind her, my fingers still in her ass; I slipped my cock into her waiting, open pussy. Beth pushed back suddenly, making my cock plunge suddenly into her, and my fingers press even harder into her asshole, receiving an immediate moan.

It felt amazing to be in both her holes at once. I could feel my fingers on my cock through the thin membrane separating the two orifices. It was easily one of the hottest things I ever felt. I could’ve stayed like that, but I knew that Beth would kill me if I came in her pussy and stopped there. Just holding my cock inside her, I pressed my hips into hers, moving them along with hers in a slightly circular motion, also helping to loosen up her ass with my fingers in it. After a few minutes, I pulled out and ran the head of my cock along the crack of her ass, then laying it in-between her ass cheeks and pumping lightly to tease her. Beth shot me a half-glare, half-pleading look. I knew she needed it now, and there would’ve been no better time. Right then, she would’ve done anything if it meant getting off.

I slowly pulled one finger out, then the other. Each came out with a little popping sound, her asshole almost immediately closing the open space. At first I thought I wouldn’t be able to fit, if she was that tight. “Remember, just like before. Push back when I say.” Holding the head to Beth’s asshole, I rubbed up and down it before finally setting it down right on it, pushing forward ever so slightly, not pushing into her, just adding pressure. I gave Beth the signal and she pushed back slowly, not underestimating the difference in girth between my fingers and my cock.

After a few seconds, my head finally contracted and slid in, the rim stopping just inside the tight muscle. Beth let out a wail, a mix of pain and pleasure as I stretched her out. She tossed her hair back, and I took it in my hand, gripping it hard and pulling back firmly, arching her back to create a better angle for penetration. She was so tight I couldn’t have moved further in if I wanted. I pulled back very slowly, my other hand holding Beth’s hips still.

As my head came out, it was deep purple from her ass clamping down on me so hard. I let the blood work back into it and pressed it to her asshole again, it gaping very slightly now, I had loosened her some. “Relax, take it slow baby.” She pushed back again, the head coming in much easier now, and she took me just a few centimeters past the rim of my head. So I decided on how best to get my whole cock inside her. After every little push, I pulled out, let her relax and we pushed back in again, my cock sliding in further and further in, until, little by little, all six and a half inches of my cock were deeply impaled in her tight asshole. Slowly pulling out, I looked down and my cock was still purple from her. ‘God damn,” I thought, “If she was any tighter she’d snap my dick right off!” In my admiration, I’d let her ass shrink around the head of my cock, and when I thrust in, not fast, just in one long steady stroke, Beth screamed, as I stretched her out roughly.

I almost pulled out, but Beth stopped me, reaching back with one hand and digging her long nails into the skin of my back. “Don’t…. you… fucking stop… now….!” Her face was deep red, but now even my thighs were starting to get coated with her sweet juices. I cleaned a bit off with my fingers and rubbed her asshole and the base of my cock, lubricating them just a bit more. As I pulled put, I kept my hand just above her asshole, the thumb applying firm pressure right above her asshole, and as I slid into her again, a bit more carefully, it was a lot easier and I could tell she loved the extra pressure.




Unforgettable Ch. 02



That fateful night four months ago when Tony rescued Carla from her car just before it caught on fire was the start of a torrid romance. Since that fateful night Tony and Carla saw each other as much as possible. They enjoyed spending time together and getting to know each other better. When the discussion turned to sexual matters, as it often did, both Carla and Tony talked about their past experiences and secret fantasies. On one occasion Carla described her three hottest fantasies. Tony made a mental note that he wanted to help Carla experience at least one or more of those fantasies real soon. When they were alone, and even sometimes in public places, they were like young lovers barely able to keep their hands off each other. Their lovemaking was incredibly hot, and both Tony and Carla knew they had found someone very special. 

Due to Tony and Carla's conflicting work schedules they had not been able to get together or even talk all week, and Tony missed her so much. A steady diet of Carla's pussy and oral treats over the last four months had spoiled him, and left him constantly horny and aching for more! As Tony headed home on Friday morning after working an extra long night shift he was beat, but during the drive home his thoughts drifted to his weekend plans with Carla and he suddenly felt a lot better. In fact after he got home and had something to eat he decided that he just had to call Carla and hear her sexy voice. He dialed her cell phone number and waited for a response. After four rings she picked up. 

It was a beautiful summer morning as Carla rolled her red convertible with the top down into the parking space of the garage at the local mall. She was looking forward to doing some shopping. The lower levels were already kind of full so she decided to park on the top level so that no one would bump her doors when they got out of their car. Just as Carla was about to get out of the car the cell phone in her purse chirped it's familiar ring. She reached in quickly, and looked at the caller ID. When she recognized the number as Tony's she relaxed back into her seat as a big smile crossed her face. Carla flipped the phone open and gushed, "Hi Tony, I'm so happy that you called. I missed you so much this week!"

They talked excitedly for a few minutes about everything that had happened to each of them during the past week. Tony was sitting in the large leather chair in the living room wearing nothing but a pair of red silk boxers. The sound of Carla's sexy voice, and her magical laugh, was making him horny. Suddenly this very naughty idea popped into his head and he asked Carla, "What are you wearing today babe?"

Carla giggled a little and replied, "I'm wearing a pretty pink knit top that hugs my breasts just right, and a short flirty black skirt that right now is halfway up my thigh. Underneath I'm wearing that black bra you like, and a matching black thong. Too bad that you're not here with me right now or we could have some serious fun."

Tony loved Carla's playful nature so he decided to put it to the test. Carla I want you to put your headset on, and switch over to hands free. Carla started to ask Tony why he wanted her to switch over, but he interrupted her and said, "Just trust me baby!"

Carla was confused, but she followed Tony's instructions. When she had the adaptor plugged into the lighter she replied, "Okay Tony I'm hands free." 

Tony started to talk to Carla in a soft tone of voice, telling her how beautiful she was, and how much he adored her, and how much he wanted her. "Hmmmm…. I wish that I was there with you right now too! I would be kissing that sweet mouth of yours and letting my tongue play hide and seek with yours. Then I would lightly kiss your neck and shoulders, before letting my fingertips brush against the underside of your beautiful breasts. Carla I want you to think about me sitting there right next to you. I want you to follow my instructions and touch yourself for me!"

Carla gasped in shock, a mixture of apprehension and excitement coursing through her body as she replied, "You're a crazy man! What if somebody sees me?"

The tone of Tony's voice changed slightly as his mind raced with excitement and he said, "C'mon baby no one is going to see you. Do it for me Carla! Please…..!"

The sound of Tony's voice pleading with her to do something to please him was impossible to resist. Carla's heart was pounding in her chest as she looked around the top level of the garage. Not seeing anyone that could possibly observe what she was doing Carla reclined the seat to lower her profile in the car. She whispered into the phone, "Okay Tony I'll touch myself for you." Carla closed her eyes and then ran her long pink fingernails across her lips, down her neck, across her shoulders, and then very lightly back and forth across the underside of each covered breast. A series of whimpers, and then a soft sultry moan escaped her lips and filled Tony's ears with sweet music. 

Okay Carla now I want you to run your fingernails in circles around each nipple, but don't actually touch the nipple. Just tease and torment them for me like I would do if I was there with you right now. Let's see how hot you can make yourself for me. Just relax, listen to my voice, and let me hear your excitement."

Carla had never had phone sex before, or touched herself in a public place where she might get caught. Doing both for the first time escalated her excitement. She could already feel a damp spot forming in the crotch of her silky black thong, and her nipples had hardened quickly. Carla looked down and saw the outline of her stiff pointy nipples thrusting outward against the material of her thin bra and top. Carla followed Tony's last instruction and started to run her fingernails in slow lazy circles around each nipple without actually touching it.

Tony was rewarded with more whimpers of pleasure traveling through the phone. "Okay Carla it sounds like you are doing a good job of teasing and tormenting yourself. Do you wish it was my hands teasing and tormenting your breasts?"

"Oh yes Tony, " Carla replied breathlessly.

"Now I want you to let your fingernails just barely touch those hard nipples for me," Tony instructed.

Carla did what Tony wanted. The first contact with her nipple through the material of her bra and top caused a deep moan of pure ecstasy to pour from her mouth as electric shocks pulsed through her body. 

Tony loved hearing the sounds that Carla made when she became excited. "Oh baby hearing you whimper and moan is making me so hot. I'm sitting here in my chair wearing those red silk boxers you bought me, and my cock is standing at attention and throbbing for you. Do you want me to stroke it for you baby?"

Carla looked around again to make sure that the coast was clear then moaned loudly, "Oh yes…Tony, stroke your big hot cock for me!" 

Tony replied, "Okay baby, I'll stroke it for you!" Now I want you to slowly run the fingernails of one hand up the inside of your leg until you reach your thong, then do the same with the other leg. Then press your fingers into your crease through the thong. With your other hand I want you to start rolling your nipples back and forth between your thumb and forefinger."

Carla was so hot at this point that it didn't matter whether anyone saw what she was doing. Her pussy was tingling like crazy, and all she could think about was getting off over the phone with Tony, and bringing him pleasure at the same time. Carla followed Tony's instructions and ran her hand up her skirt, slowly tormenting herself as she anticipated the pleasure that would flow through her body when she first made contact with her crease. Carla also started rolling her aching nipples back and forth with her other hand. When her fingernails lightly brushed against her swollen lips through the soaked material of the thong Carla gasped with pleasure, then whimpered loudly as playing with her nipples and pussy at the same time drove her crazy. "Oh Tony, your making me so hot!"

"That's what I like to hear Carla. I'm getting very hot myself sitting here thinking about you touching yourself, and hearing how much pleasure it's giving you. My cock is so hard for you baby. Would you suck me off if you were here right now?"

"Oh yes……! I would suck your big thick cock until you couldn't stand it anymore, and then I would let you come down my throat." 

"Mmmm…..sounds great, too bad you're not here!" Tony replied. If I remember correctly that black bra you're wearing has a front closure."

"Yes it does Tony," Carla replied. "It's the black one that I wore for you the other week when we role-played that office scenario you enjoyed so much."

"Okay Carla, reach underneath your top and unhook your bra for me. Then slowly move each cup across your breast , one at a time until both breasts are uncovered for me. With your other hand keep rubbing your crease through the silky thong."

Carla reached underneath her top, unhooked the bra and used her fingers to drag one cup across her breast. As she did this the lace scrapped across her nipple and she whimpered loudly into Tony's ear. Then she repeated the process with the other cup. Now her large breasts were free from the confines of her bra. Her pussy was getting hotter and hotter as she touched herself through her soaked thong. Carla's whimpers and moans were coming in closer succession and stronger intensity as her pussy begged for release. 

Tony could tell by Carla's rapid breathing, and almost constant whimpering and moaning that she was getting closer to coming. "Okay baby, now I want you to slip your fingers underneath your thong and slide them inside your pussy as you think about my cock being buried deep inside. I want your other hand to roll your nipples back and forth and torment them some more for me. Your making my cock so hot for you baby!"

Thinking about Tony on the other end of the line stroking his cock, and hearing the sound of his voice and breathing as he became more and more excited was making Carla even hotter. "Oh Tony I wish we were together so I could be the one stroking your wonderful cock, and making love to it with my mouth, and having you fuck me hard and deep. I want to hear you come for me Tony!" Carla quickly complied with Tony's instructions and inserted two fingers inside her as far as they would go. Then she thought about how Tony's thick cock would feel inside her tight pussy as she slipped her other hand underneath her top and tormented her nipples while slowly finger fucking herself. 

Tony's balls were starting to tingle warning him that an eruption was imminent, so he stopped stroking for a bit to regain control and not come too soon. He wanted to make sure that Carla climaxed before he lost control and let it fly. Tony listened to Carla's whimpers and moans that were increasing in frequency and volume, and knew she was getting very close to the edge. Tony asked, "Are you ready to come for me baby?"

"Oh yes Tony…..! Your making me so damn hot and wet, and I'm ready! I want to come so bad! Please don't make me wait! 

Tony playfully replied, "I don't know Carla, you don't sound like you need it that bad to me! Take your fingers out of your sweet pussy and start working on your clit, while your other hand pulls and twists your hard throbbing nipples. Keep pushing yourself to the edge and then backing off until you can't stand it anymore and can convince me how bad you want it."

Carla sighed letting Tony know that she was becoming impatient with him for making her wait. She looked around the parking deck one more time to make sure no one could see her. Then she withdrew her fingers from her sopping wet pussy and started to run them through her crease. Another searing lightening bolt of pleasure rushed through her body as she ran her fingertips through her lips and touched her clit. Carla started to slowly flick her clit back and forth while her other hand pulled and twisted her nipples as hard as she could stand, making her whole body squirm as her need quickly reached new heights. Carla kept taking herself to the edge, then backing off a bit, then back to the edge. Her legs opened and closed in rhythm with her pleasure. Within minutes Carla was so hot that she could barely talk. She just groaned, "Oh Tony…. I need to come so bad….. please let me come now…..!"

Tony could tell by Carla's voice and her ragged breathing that Carla had tormented herself to the limit so he replied, "Okay baby I want you to come for me right now!" Tony started to stroke himself hard again, knowing that his climax would not be too far behind Carla's

Carla's thighs came together harder each time they opened and closed, and her fingers were furiously flicking her clit back and forth while her other hand kept torturing her nipples. Suddenly Carla's whole body quaked as she loudly moaned, "I'm…. coming….!"

"That's it baby come hard for me!" Tony replied.

Carla kept stroking herself faster and harder as one intense orgasm led to another. 

After hearing Carla come four or five times Tony moaned loudly through the phone as he said, "Oh yes…! Oh Carla here comes my hot load for you baby!" Tony grunted and groaned in pleasure as his cock swelled and then erupted. Stream after stream of hot man juice shot up his length and spurted all over his hand and boxers. Tony kept furiously pumping his cock as he said, " Keep coming for me baby!"

Hearing the sound of Tony stroking his hard cock and then hearing him call out her name as he climaxed pushed Carla to experience another series of four or five strong orgasms in rapid succession. 

Both of them just sat there for a couple of minutes breathing hard and sighing deeply as they enjoyed the afterglow together. 

Finally Tony recovered and said, "Thank you so much for doing that Carla. It was an incredible experience. You should see me sitting here with cream all over my hand and boxers."

Carla giggled and replied, "The pleasure was all mine!" 

They talked for a few more minutes, made plans to go swimming the next day, and then hung up. Carla used some tissues from the glove compartment to clean herself up, and then fixed her clothing. As she got out of her car she noticed a man standing near the elevator who was just staring at her. When their eyes made contact he smiled. Carla blushed, sure that he must have seen or heard something. She waited until he was gone before getting out of her car and heading to the elevator.

As she did her shopping that morning Carla had a rosy glow about her, and a little extra spring in her step. She couldn't wait to see Tony tomorrow.

It was a hot sweltering Saturday afternoon and Tony picked Carla up at her place and drove to the community swimming pool so they could beat the heat. Due to conflicts in their respective work schedules they had not seen each other this week, and only talked once on the phone. They both laughed and teased as they discussed how hot the phone sex episode had been yesterday. Just talking about it was making both of them incredibly horny. The only thing that kept Tony from taking Carla back to his house and making love to her all afternoon was that he didn't want to spoil the surprise he had planned for her that evening. Carla had arranged for her kids to stay with her sister over the weekend so that she could spend as much time with Tony as possible. When Carla removed her black knit cover-up and Tony saw her beautiful body stuffed into that tight two piece bikini his jaw dropped, and his manhood twitched in his trunks and started to harden quickly. The hot pink top was cut really deep displaying a lot of cleavage, as Carla's full breasts pushed outward trying to escape the restraints of the thin material. Her hard pointy nipples were clearly visible. The matching bottom was nothing more than a skimpy bikini, and barely covered Carla's mound and buttocks. 

They put their lounge chairs side by side, and then went into the pool to cool off. Carla caught Tony off guard and tried to dunk him. As they wrestled playfully both of them went under the water and Carla reached down and gave Tony's hard manhood a squeeze. Tony retaliated by brushing his open hand across Carla's stiff pointy nipples. When they both popped up to the surface they embraced by the side of the pool, with Carla's hard nipples pressing against Tony's hairy chest, and his rock hard shaft pressing against her mound. Not able to get too carried away at the community swimming pool they reluctantly went back to the lounge chairs to soak up some sun.

Tony was laying there, having fallen asleep with his towel covering everything up to his waist. He was dreaming about Carla doing herself for him at the mall yesterday, and he could almost hear the erotic sounds that she had made. Then Tony's dream changed and he pictured Carla playing with his cock in a public place and making him so hot that he wanted to climax. His dream seemed so real. Tony's eyes gradually fluttered open and he looked at Carla laying there next to him. She had this wicked smile written across her face as she watched him, and Tony suddenly realized why his dream had seemed so real. Carla's left hand was under the towel and inside his swimming trucks playing with his hardness. Her soft hand pulling and tugging his cock felt so damn good, and his balls were tingling as Carla fondled them. 

"Carla what are you doing, someone might see us!" Tony whispered .

Carla laughed sexily and replied, "Well Tony you did tell me that having your cock played with in a public place was a fantasy of yours, so I thought that you would like to actually see what it would be like to experience. Consider it payback for what you made me do at the mall yesterday."

"Damn Carla if you keep that up you're going to make me come soon!"

Carla giggled and replied, "Oh we don't want that to happen! It would make such a mess!" Let's go into the pool Tony!" 

Tony felt awkward walking the short distance to the water with his erection tenting the front of his swim trunks. He kept looking around, hoping that no one would notice his condition. Tony and Carla looked for a section of the pool that was somewhat deserted, then quickly slipped into the cool water. Carla pushed Tony back against the wall, and pressed her lovely body against him. Even in the cool water Tony could feel the heat of Carla's body, and her stiff nipples felt like hard pebbles against his chest. 

Carla looked around to make sure no one was watching them and then her hands went under the water and deftly slipped inside the legs of Tony's swim trunks. Using both of her soft hands Carla went to work, gently squeezing Tony's balls and stroking his thick shaft until he moaned with pleasure. Carla whispered into his ear, "I missed you so much this week baby, and I'm so horny that I feel like making you come right here in the pool."

Going a whole week without making love to Carla had been torture for Tony, and his balls were heavy with cream. When Tony felt Carla's smooth soft hands playing with his balls and cock it didn't take long before he felt those familiar stirrings as his juices started to boil. Tony whispered his reply into Carla's ear, "Oh damn baby you make me so fucking hot. Keep that up and I'm going to come real soon." Tony's hands were also busy. One hand was rubbing the underside of each breast, and occasionally brushing against her stiff nipples causing Carla to whimper. Tony's other hand had moved down to her bikini bottom and slipped underneath so he could torment her lips and clit with his fingers. 

Carla moaned into Tony's ear as his hands skillfully teased and tormented her breasts and pussy. Carla was getting hotter and hotter by the minute which only made her increase the tempo of her hand stroking Tony's cock. 

Carla's hands brought Tony closer and closer to the point of no return. He knew that his cock was going to explode soon so he moaned, "I'm almost there baby!"




Unforgettable Ch. 02



Carla used one hand to continue pumping Tony's cock vigorously while she cupped the other around the large swollen purple head. She watched the pleasure wash across Tony's face as she felt his cream rushing up from his balls into her waiting hand. 

Tony had to bite his lip to keep from grunting and groaning loudly as his climax overcame his body and his hot load was deposited in Carla's waiting hand. As Tony quickly recovered he redoubled his efforts to also make Carla come. He was fingering her clit rapidly back and forth, and his other hand was pinching her stiff nipples harder causing her to stifle a moan.

Carla was getting very close to coming herself. She brought the hand containing Tony's precious fluid back to the surface and opened it to show him how much she had salvaged from his eruption. She looked around to make sure that no one was watching and then she brought the warm milky globs of Tony's essence up to her mouth and licked her hand clean. Carla swirled the cream around her mouth, showed it to Tony, and then swallowed it all just seconds before an orgasm shuddered through her body. Carla stiffened and moaned into Tony's ear that she was coming, then rode up and down on his fingers until her pleasure finally faded. She tucked Tony's limp shaft back into his swim trunks and fixed her bikini bottoms before they exited the pool and drove back to Carla's place.

When he dropped her off Tony told Carla that he wanted her to wear her sexiest outfit tonight, and asked her to be at his house by seven. They kissed passionately and then Carla was off into her house to get ready for the evening.



Unforgettable Ch. 02



The only swimming Vittoria had ever done was in her mother's belly. And she didn't remember it, not one bit. Never in her life had she seen a tub of water big enough to bathe her large half elven body. All the elves around her were either small of stature or did not share their bathing facilities with the impoverished children of the forest. So, it was with common familiarity that Vittoria bathed in the rain. Those rains that came so rarely through the dense dark green canopy of leaves far above her head were all that she could rely on to clean all of her. Sometimes, the seasons and the gods made those rains pour down so hard that they brought thick leaves from high above raining down all the way to the forest floor. Vittoria imagined that snow might be something similar, just white instead of green. 

On a particular morning that would change her life forever, the half elf bard was standing near a tall oak and staring up into the sheets of heavy raindrops that were tumbling down from above. Leaf after leaf fluttered like mad to graze across her cheeks, making her skin tingle and her lips smile. It was more than she could resist. 

Peeling off her tunic, Vittoria ran her hands over her young, slightly grimy body. The rain came down harder, and felt so good. She unlaced her breeches and slid out of her leggings, kicking them into a pile to one side. They would be wet, too, with this continuous downpour; but no matter, because they were even dirtier than she was. 

A quick glance confirmed that no one was around. Vittoria smiled to herself mischievously and began to wash herself all over. The water felt good, running in streams over her skin. She followed the trails with her fingertips over the curve of her hips, up her rib bones, and then exploratively over her breasts. She had grown so much these last few years, regardless of how little she found to eat. Her body was no longer the lean androgynous form of a child. Now, she had a woman's beginnings, her breasts becoming slowly rounder and protruding more than she could hide. 

The boys had noticed. Vittoria giggled, opening her mouth as her fingertips dared to light over her hardening nipples. She imagined what they thought of her. They were forest elves with few manners, and it was common practice to whistle and give catcalls to pretty girls that wandered by. Surely Vittoria wasn't one of the prettiest they had seen. But she was taller, leaner than the other elves they might know. And her breasts were larger, her bottom rounder. There was little left of the gangly girl she had been. And there was so much of the woman she was only beginning to become. 

Vittoria's fingers teased at her nipple's bumped flesh, making her gasp in her boldness. Would it be like this when a man touched her? Her hands found their way to her abdomen, sliding down over her hips. She looked down, eyes narrowed as she stared at the rounded curve of her pubis. What did men and women do that was so special? Did it feel like this? 

Carefully, she began to touch her own sex. Her fingers began to explore the thin snowy curls that covered her mons. But soon, she could not resist exploring herself further. Her fingers pried open her swelling labia, pinching eagerly at the pouting lips.  

There was a wetness between them that was nothing like the warm, soothing rain that fell all around her. It was thicker, slightly slimy. And yet, it was natural. She hadn't wet herself, this was not urine sliding along the tips of her fingers. Vittoria played with the newfound wetness, and trembled, her entire body reacting to the stimulus. 

This was such a wonderful feeling. She had never experienced anything like it before. How much more pleasure could she draw forth from herself? 

She slid a finger into her deepest crevice and gasped as it stretched her vaginal walls slightly. She withdrew it, and found that even that caused her pleasure. Then, she slid the finger back inside her warm, tight hole. Pulling it out again, she realized that it was the combined action of her finger going in and out that made her whole body shake. 

It's not unlike the things men and women do in the shadows of the night, she thought to herself. 

Vittoria leaned against the tree in front of her, forehead resting on her forearm as the other hand busied itself in her cunny. The one finger was soon soaked, drenched in her natural nectar and juices. Still the rain poured down. Vittoria shuddered, feeling her insides and guts suddenly tighten. But her finger wouldn't stop. The feelings it was eliciting from deep within her womb were so foreign, and yet so comforting. Addicting, almost. She couldn't stop, not until she had seen this act through to whatever end might come. 

Her gasps were louder, almost melodic now. Her skin was hot, all parts of her tingling with anticipation. What she was anticipating, she didn't yet know; she could tell it would be something worth waiting for. But her finger couldn't wait. It plunged in and out of her cunt, deeper and deeper. She wriggled and writhed against her own hand, seeking something but not knowing what she sought. 

Then, finally, her mind exploded at the same time as her senses. Her nerves were on fire. Her skin was shaking as if alive. And her finger tickled and plunged and continued to draw forth from her cries and grunts she had only heard from afar, from the houses and homes of those in love and duly wed. 

Was this intimacy, then? This burning mind-searing feeling of satisfaction? 

Vittoria tumbled down to the soaked grass of the forest floor, body curled up the one hand tucked still in between her thighs. 

And that was how the guardsmen found her, once the rain had ceased. 

"Come with us," they said firmly, averting their eyes when she sat up, naked and still wet. 

"Why? I haven't done anything wrong. What do you want from me?" 

"Are you Vittoria? The young bard?" 

"Yes," she answered, hurriedly pulling on her soaked clothes. "What's this about?" 

"We've got a command from one of the elder clerics to bring you in. He wants to see you personally. I suggest you come quickly, girl, and ask less questions." 

Vittoria considered for a moment what her chances were of running. The forest was her home, the grass-covered floor beneath the tree city her territory. She could probably dash off quickly enough; but the firm grasp each of the guardsmen had on their staves made her think twice. They were likely paladins of some sort. They were high elves, not forest folk. And their serene, solemn faces showed they were very serious. 

Whatever their purpose was, Vittoria would be a fool if she tried to escape. Dropping her head, she nodded and plodded along ahead of them, letting them point her way up to the ramp and lift that would take them up into the city. As the lift rose past the first, second and third levels of the city, she wondered if she was being framed. Had one of her fellow bards or usual companions gotten into trouble and given out her name instead of their own when questioned? It wouldn't be the first time. Luckily, the magistrate was a patient man who understood the troubles of the poor people that lived off the scraps of those he really meant to protect. He knew Vittoria on sight, and loved her music. If she sang nicely, he would let her go without any trouble. 

She wriggled nervously in her greaves, her sex still tingling from her earlier playtime. She'd fallen asleep with her finger still twitching seductively inside her. And even the presence of the somber guards didn't take away what she had only recently discovered about her own body. 

Up the lift went, to the fourth, then the fifth level of the city. Vittoria gulped. She had never been this high up, not once in all her life. There were no merchants this high up. Where other platforms in the city supported several small businesses bordered here and there by a gathering of one or two-room homes, these higher platforms belonged solely to those with vast wealth to their names. Whole families purchased such levels, and only they and their servants traveled this far up the trees. It was almost far enough upwards to reach the sky, Vittoria thought. 

Finally the lift stopped. The guards nudged the half elf bard and she departed the lift. They didn't follow, only nodding to where she ought to go. She turned and looked at the foreboding hall before her. This was the home of one of the more elite forest elves, a man Vittoria knew by sight but not by name. It was to him that the people went to purchase or contract new homes in this city. 

What was she doing here, she wondered. 

Slowly, she walked forward. Then suddenly the house merchant came out of the double doors of his hall, smiling brightly at Vittoria and taking her by the arm as he gushed loudly over her presence. 

"Ah, here she is! The bard you were mentioning, yes? This is the right one?" 

He pulled her inside, smiling falsely all the while. He'd never been free with his coin, so Vittoria felt no amiability towards him whatsoever. But she didn't pull away as he lead her into his large, open offices. 

To her amazement, the cleric she had sung to only a handful of days ago was standing there. As she entered the room, he turned, hands clasped behind his back. He eyed her, eyes narrowed, and then nodded. 

Vittoria stopped short, tugging her arm free of the platform merchant. He grasped it firmly again, but didn't bring her any more forward. Then he turned slightly and put his lips near her ear, whispering through his tight, smiling lips. 

"Whatever he wants, give it to him. He's about to purchase a very large piece of property. I have no idea what he wants with the likes of you, but if you know what's good for you, you'll smile, nod, and curtsey just the right way. When was the last time anyone of your ilk found their way this high up? Smile and nod, girl, smile and nod." 

Vittoria gulped and blinked several times. The sight of the cleric from the ramp had caught her off guard, but she was soon back in her right senses. 

"Pardon me, good sir, for my rudeness. I am Vittoria. If there is anything you require of me, please let me know." 

With that, she curtseyed deeply and stayed, head bowed, immobilized as much with fear as with anticipation. 

The merchant had released her arm and stepped away. It was only when her eyes took in the sight of the toes of a set of fine plate boots that she realized why. The cleric had moved at last and was now standing in front of her. 

Carefully, Vittoria held her pose, frozen now from doing anything else. Much of her was screaming that she should flee, that she was about to be trapped into something she wanted no part of. 

But then a finger, gently placed beneath her chin, was lifting her head up. As she let her chin be drawn upwards, she straightened, standing to her full height, back straight as a sword as she looked into the cleric's icy gaze. 

Even standing poker-straight, Vittoria was dwarfed by the tall high elf's stature. He looked down his straight nose at her, his lips drawn tightly into a fractional smile that touched only the corners of his mouth. 

"You are Vittoria," he said, repeating her name. 

She nodded. 

"I am Lucidus." 

Vittoria gulped, trying to force herself to memorize the name. It was burned into her mind already, along with his face which she had never forgotten. 

"Lord Medici!" the merchant was saying, now interrupting. "As requested, I had the girl brought directly from below. Perhaps you should want her bathed before you, um, touch her so?" 

Vittoria shook her head slightly and the cleric released her chin from his fingers. She furrowed her brows and looked over at the forest elf, then back at the cleric. 

"I am not for sale, m'lords," she said firmly. 

She took a step back, but the cleric followed, touching her shoulder lightly. 

"You misunderstand," he said softly. 

He seemed to sigh as his fingertips lit onto her bare shoulder, touching her soft rain-washed skin. 

"I'm afraid I do," she stuttered, looking from the cool touch of his hand back to his face. 

She was not about to be sold by someone she didn't know to someone she didn't know any better. And the merchant was implying just that; it was an insult to Vittoria and no matter how handsome this cleric was, she was not a common trollop to be someone's mistress for any amount of coin. That was not what she aspired to be at all. 

"You are a homeless child, yes?" the cleric asked her. 

She nodded. 

"I am new to the city. I come from nearby, of course, from the palace of the King and Queen. I will be living here though, for trade reasons." 

Vittoria blinked, still not sure what any of this had to do with her. She could appreciate the man's touch on her skin, but she wasn't yet sure he realized she wasn't for sale. 

"I am in need of a guide," came his deep voice. 

When he spoke, it was smooth, like liquid metal being poured into a mold before becoming a sharp sword. It ran through her blood and cut through her brain, and made it hard to focus on what he was saying. But the way he paused before speaking anything made Vittoria think he was usually a man of few words. He was struggling, and needed her help. 

Carefully, she took his hand in hers, lifting it from her skin and holding it like a merchant or trader might, in a handshake. The platform merchant nearby gasped, but the cleric just looked from Vittoria's small hand in his own up to her face. She smiled comfortingly. 

"And so you seek someone to keep your house for you until you are settled in? And to help you become accustomed with our fine folk here in the tree city?" 

Again the cleric attempted a smile, and it almost made it all the way to his mouth, almost. 

Vittoria smiled brightly back, shaking the high elf's hand firmly. 

"If you need a guide, I'm your girl," she said confidently. 

"I can make your life...easier," Lucidus said. 

Vittoria nodded. No doubt he could. He was one of the wealthiest people she had ever seen. His carefully picked jewels and armor gave away his upbringing and status. If she could finagle a deal with this guy, she could be set for life -- or at least until she had finished learning more bardic tales and traits. The bard guild cost pretty coins that Vittoria did not have. Whatever this cleric wished, she would almost surely be able to give without compromising her morals and beliefs. 

"We'll discuss payment later. For now, how about you show me your new place, or where you're planning on living, and I'll tell you if this guy here is giving you a good deal or not!" 

Again she smiled, leading the cleric over to the ramp. The platform merchant seemed flustered and was jabbering at one of his clerks to write up a deed to a piece of property right away. But before they could get it and a quill to the cleric, Vittoria had lead the high elf to the ramp, and they were lowering down, arm in arm.



Unforgettable Ch. 02



Thanks for the feedback on my first story! Here's part 2. I hope it doesn't disappoint. Don't forget to leave feedback. Please let me know how I'm doing. 

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I can't explain how my heart started racing at the thought of sharing Malik's bed. Maybe it was because of all the teasing he did in the limo. The one image I kept coming back to was that of me spread open for him to taste, my hands in his dark curls as he controlled me with his fingers and tongue. Or maybe it was the immediate attraction I felt when we were introduced. I guess it could be a combination of all of it-the teasing, the lust, the alcohol serving to lower every inhibition I usually keep in place. Whatever it was, I liked the idea of spending a few nights with him, making him live up to all his whispered threats from the last few hours. 

Reaching the top of the stairs, I put a little extra swing in my step as I inspected the rooms. Knowing Jason would get the best bedroom, my aim was to get to the best bathroom-and a bed big enough for the man behind me. After finding the master suite with its huge California king-size bed, sitting area, and walk out access to the beach, I knew I could freely search the rest of the rooms until I found one I wanted. But it was so hard to stay focused with him there. RIGHT behind me. Every time I walked into a room and turned to walk out, Malik was there. Studying me. Okay, maybe not studying. Stripping me is more like it. 

"Ahhhhhhhh," I gasped. "Look at this!!!" 

We were in the fourth bedroom, with its king –sized bed, and beautiful bathroom. There was a stand-up shower big enough for five, with dual overhead spouts and an array of vertical sprayers built into the wall. Opposite the shower was the vanity with mirrors going to the ceiling. Perfectly positioned to watch what was going on in the shower. For anyone who was so inclined. Like myself. I had my own little shower fantasy going on involving me and Malik. I wondered if I could convince Jason to join in. 

Across the room was a sunken Roman tub with a candle-perfect ledge and a bay window overlooking the beach. I prayed to baby Jesus I would get to use the tub before the weekend was over. I knew the shower would be used before the night was done. 

"Dibs," I shouted. I had to lay claim in case any of the guys thought they would have a chance with this room. There would be bloodshed before I let it go. It was my perfect fantasy for what a bathroom should be. 

Grinning, I turned to head back into the hall and ran into Malik. He was right behind me. Catching my hips, he pulled me tightly to him, letting his hands take possession of my ass. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I leaned back against his hands, loving how I felt in his grip. 

"Mmmm. Tell me. What do you think?" I asked. 

"Gorgeous!" he whispered before leaning down to kiss my shoulder. 

"Thank you, darling. But I wasn't talking about me. What do you think about the room? Can you handle it for the weekend?" And just like that, I had accepted I would be sharing space with this man. I had only known him a few hours but had somehow become perfectly okay sharing with him. 

I had not heard him really laugh before now. He let loose with a dark, rumbling laugh that was so sexy it made my toes curl. And my stomach clench. Other parts of me reacted as well. Watching him laugh at me, his beautiful teeth a stark contrast to that amazing olive complexion, I felt myself falling deeply in lust. I wanted to jump him and play out the wicked fantasies he had already mentioned. 

"I guess that's a 'yes'," I teased, enjoying his amusement even though it seemed to be at my expense. 

"Sweetcheeks, I can 'handle' anything, as long as you're with me." 

With those words, he slid his hands up to cradle my head and consumed my mouth with a slow, mouth-watering kiss. Pulling him closer to me, I couldn't hold back any longer. I needed to seduce him. With a slow brush of my tongue across his lower lip, I gently sucked it between my lips, running my tongue across it again before catching it with my teeth and sucking harder, then releasing it. Our mouths fused, tongues sliding against each other, our hands holding each other in a grip not meant to let go. 

Pulling back, I watched my hands slide down his neck, across his shoulders and back to his chest, rubbing at the patch of skin peeking through his shirt. It wasn't enough. I undid a button then another to give me enough room to really touch him. Still not satisfied, I took a step back and slowly undid the rest of his buttons while he caressed me. His hands would not stay still, moving to cover my breasts, then my ass, up to my waist and back to my breasts. 

Reaching the last button, I ran my hands up his abs to his chest, spreading his shirt and letting my fingers run through the sprinkling of hair covering it all. With my eyes on his, I leaned forward to swirl my tongue around his nipples. First one, then the other. His reaction was obvious-I felt it beneath my tongue as his nipples pebbled, against my fingers as the muscles in his chest tensed and saw it on his face, as his jaw clenched and all the air swooshed out of him before he took a deep breath. 

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

"It isn't obvious?" I laughed. "If you don't know, maybe I should try someone else." 

Letting my hands graze lightly across his skin, I stepped back, first one step then another, my eyes on him. Malik followed, his hands not losing touch with my body. He growled his displeasure with my statement and bent down to take my mouth in his again. This time it wasn't slow. It was hard. Total possession, as he ravaged my mouth beneath his lips, letting his tongue run over mine. His lips returned my previous teasing kisses, claiming my lips between his. Sucking and biting them before letting go and starting over. His hands covered my body, constantly moving. As if everywhere he touched wasn't enough, he needed more. His hands were gripping my ass, stroking the back of my legs, caressing my waist then moving on to my breasts. 

Getting redressed in the limo, I only put on my bustier, leaving off my bra. Malik took advantage of the access and slid his fingers down to caress my breasts, pinching my nipples as he laid kisses down my neck. All this time, he had been pushing me backward until I found myself with the bathroom vanity at my back. Sliding backwards onto the vanity, I sat and then took a kneeling position. This put me at just above eye level with Malik. It also gave him better access to my body. 

"Beautiful 36DDs," he muttered. 

Laughing, I had to ask him to repeat himself. I couldn't believe we were talking about my bra size. 

With his mouth grazing across my top, he whispered, "You have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen." 

"But how did you know what size I wear?" Looking back, I wonder that I didn't totally ruin the mood. Who the hell discusses their bra size in the middle of such a hot session?

"Because you threw it in my face," he reminded me. 

It was my turn to laugh as I recalled flinging my bra at him while getting finger-fucked by Jason. 

"Perv. I didn't know you'd be scoping out the size of my boobs." Laughing, I shimmied my boobs in front of him, reminding him where we were.

With a low moan, he wasted no time, burying his face in my cleavage with his hands on both breasts, lifting them to him. Sucking, licking, nibbling my skin, I knew he was marking me. Reaching behind me, I loosened the clasps and pulled the lacy barrier away. My breasts filled Malik's hands as he ran his thumbs across my nipples before pushing them together and taking both nipples in his mouth. 

Feeling his tongue sweep across them before biting and tugging them, I was on the edge. Leaning into his neck, I lightly bit him and did a little sucking and marking of my own. Moving up to his ear, kissing and nibbling his ear lobe, I told him what he was doing to me and what I was doing to myself. 

"You're making me so wet, Malik. I'm going to cum if you keep sucking my titties, baby. I've got my fingers buried where I wish your cock was right now. I'm so fucking close!" 

At those last words, he hurriedly undid his belt and jeans, shoving them down until his cock was free. The need was too strong for me to take time to admire him. Pulling my skirt to my waist and ripping my g-string loose, I wrapped my legs around him, sliding onto him, my pussy meeting his cock in a hard bounce that didn't let up. Holding onto him, I had to taste him again. Our mouths met, frenzied, matching the pace below. He gripped my hips, trying to hold them in place on the counter as he slid in and out of me. My hands were on my breasts, pinching and pulling, as my legs flexed to bring Malik closer to me. Reaching down, I took his ass in my hands, letting my fingers caress them, reaching through to graze his hole. Teasing, I pushed one finger against it. Malik didn't let up. 

I massaged his ass, into his hole, meeting his thrusts as he pumped into me with his cock, filling and stretching me. My nipples were so sensitized, grazing against his chest, I thought I'd come just from that contact. Then, for a minute, he slowed the pace, almost tortuously. 

"Are you ready to cum yet?" he asked, grinning. In the same tone someone would ask how you like your tea. Okay, maybe not quite the same tone but it was a shock to be going so fast and suddenly stop to have a chat. 

Knowing it wouldn't take much to get me to cum, I thought I could play his game. Massaging my finger in and out of his ass, pressing against that one little inside sweet spot, I turned the question back to him, as I started to slide up and down his shaft, clenching my pussy to grip him tight. While his tone had been conversational, mine was low and seducing.

"Are you ready? I bet you want to shoot your hot load, don't you? You feel how tight I am against you? It feels like I'm going to melt on your cock, Malik. Pound my pussy, baby. Do me harder, let me feel you explode." 

My voice was husky with need as I begged him to fuck me. It got more ragged as he did what I asked, sliding back and forth against me. His own voice was filled with need as he described just what he felt. 

"You're so hot. And tight. I don't think I can hold on much longer, baby," he whispered.

One of his hands was pinching my nipple while the other was holding my hip with his thumb stretched down to cover my clit. With each thrust, I felt a jumble of sensations. The pull in my breast that seemed to go straight to my pussy combined with the curl of his thumb over my clit and I was over the edge. Bucking against his hands, I came apart. Through it all, he didn't stop. I didn't want him to. His pace slowed again but he didn't stop. 

Reaching up, pulling his mouth to mine, I picked up the pace, making him go faster and harder. Moaning into him, raw with the need to be filled by this man, to have him come apart for me, I kissed him. As he pushed harder, I loved his mouth with mine, sucking his tongue, caressing it, teasing his lips before letting the passion take over. It really did feel like we were going to go up in flames. I had never experienced something this intense. 

Between the hot kisses and the pumping of his hips and the effect his hands had on my body, I was ready to explode again. My sighs and moans got louder, and my pleas for him to make me cum became more frequent. Finally, Malik leaned down, kissing and sucking my neck, his cock sliding to the edge of my pussy before he thrust back in again, pushing me over the edge. It was all he needed. With a low groan, he thrust again, coming inside of me. Four, five more thrusts and he was finished. 

We stayed together for a few more minutes before realizing where we were and that anyone could walk in on us. The doors to the bedroom and the bathroom were wide open. There was no telling who got a peek at what just happened. 

"I'm going to hop in the shower. Do you want to go find out what the plan is for tonight?" 

Malik grinned when I mentioned a shower but it faded when he realized I didn't ask him to join me. 

"You can go find out and come let me know. I'll probably still be in the shower." 

And just like that, the grin returned. 

I rummaged through my luggage to get what I needed for my shower before heading back into the bathroom. With my hair pinned up to preserve the curls, I reached in, adjusted the sprayers so they wouldn't hit my hair and turned on the water, waiting for steam to rise. 

Standing in front of the mirrors, I stripped off my skirt, boots, and thigh-high stockings. Turning this way and that, admiring myself and checking out all the marks on my skin from Malik's hands, I grinned. He certainly knew how to leave a girl wanting more. Happy with what I saw, I turned to the shower and stepped into absolute bliss.



Unforgettable Ch. 02



I felt lucky, not only that I was taking Beth’s anal virginity, but that I had cum earlier, or else I couldn’t have lasted even this long. Beth was really loosening up now, starting to ride my cock, sometimes swiveling her hips circularly, which brought up a long moan from both of us. We fucked like that for a good long time, but I don’t know how long, just with my cock buried in her, moving only a few inches in and out as she bucked her hips around me.

“You still want to cum little girl?” I managed to croak, as she bounced slightly on my cock. A long moan was my answer, but I wanted more. Pulling my hand from her ass, I brought it back quickly down, spanking her right ass cheek.

“Fuuuuuuck! Oooww!” Beth screamed, and then quickly caught on after another hard smack on her other ass cheek, drawing a red hand shaped welt on her beautiful ass. “Fuck yes! Fuck me… Fuck my ass hard… Make me scream in pleasure and pain and make me cum harder than I ever have!” Again I felt obligated to oblige. I pulled back harder on her hair, craning her neck back as I landed another hard spank on her ass, now drawing no more than a long, loud moan and a responsive roll of her hips.

Slowly I drew out my whole cock, which had now very well loosened her, and I slid easily back in. I didn’t want to risk anything so I slowly built up a faster tempo, sliding even faster in and out of her ass. I did everything I could to delay my climax, hoping I could last until she had her first orgasm. “Let go of your ass, play with your clit.” I ordered. Until then, she had remained obedient and held her ass open for me. As soon as she let her ass go, it slapped together around my cock with a satisfying little ripple, her hands shooting immediately to her pussy. She wasn’t playing games.

Her hands were moving faster than my eyes could register. One hand was working two fingers in and out of her, while her other worked her clit, her thumb working in a circular motion over it. Beth was lost to the outside world, now consumed by passion and lust and pain and the immense need to cum. I watched my cock slide in and out of her ass, now fucking her like it was her pussy, roughly, without abandon. She’d be sore after this, and I knew it, but it was the good kind of sore, like after an especially good roller coaster.

Watching my cock sink in and out of her asshole was what finally pushed me over the edge. I wasn’t aware that Beth had already started cumming, her pussy practically turning into a waterfall as she gushed, her asshole tightening into a death grip onto my cock. I let out a long moan to match Beth’s and shot my cum into her ass. String after string, my cock twitched again and again, I couldn’t keep track of how many times. At that time, I didn’t even know numbers existed. 

I collapsed onto her back, both of us landing on the bed loudly, in a sweaty tangle of limbs. My cock was slowly softening, still lodged in her ass. Beth was trembling under me, so I rolled slowly off and let me cock slip from her ass. I turned her over onto her side and looked into her face. A few tears rolled down her cheeks, and I wiped them away, then kissing her eye lids. We laughed happily, completely content right there, and I leaned my forehead against hers, leaning in for a long, slow kiss. We kissed awhile before we got too tired to do anymore than just hold each other in our arms.

“We can’t do that all the time, you know. I don’t think my poor body could take it.” Beth murmured sleepily with a soft smile.

“I know,” I replied, my thumb stroking her cheek as I looked down to admire her the pearl necklace I had given her early, which had started to dry, then was rewet by her sweat. Smiling I moved behind her, spooning, my body pressed as tightly to her as I could. 



Unforgettable Ch. 03



Tony and Carla had been dating for four months, ever since he had saved her from serious harm when her car caught on fire. Their lovemaking was wild and passionate, and the best either of them had ever experienced in their lives. Yesterday Tony had persuaded Carla to have phone sex with him while she was in her car on the top deck of the parking garage at the local mall, and today they had made each other climax as they stood pressed together at the local community pool. 

After Tony dropped her off on Saturday afternoon Carla took a little nap, and got up around five. She took a long hot shower letting the jets from the shower head pulse against her whole body. She felt a desire to touch herself and relieve some of the need that was causing her pussy to tingle, but she restrained herself because she wanted to save it all for Tony tonight.

Tony had been planning this special night for weeks, and he had carefully selected three very close friends from the fire department to make it all happen. Tony had worked closely with each of the friends at one time or another, but they each worked in different parts of the city and had never met each other before. Tony knew that he could trust each of them to be discreet about what was about to happen tonight. After arriving home from work and getting everything ready he called his three friends. He told them to wear their fire department uniforms and be at his place at six. When Shannon, Bryce, and Ricardo arrived Tony introduced them and went over the final details of the plan for tonight. When he was finished he asked whether any of them had changed their mind about doing this special favor for him tonight. 

They all smiled broadly and nodded their agreement with the plan, and assured Tony that they would follow his instructions to the letter, and make sure that everything turned out just the way he wanted. After Tony felt comfortable that everything was ready he broke out some food and the Corona, and everyone started to relax and get to know each other. 

Following Tony's instructions to dress as sexy as possible Carla decided to wear a red silk dress that was cut very low in the front, and ended four inches above her knees. Underneath she wore a matching set consisting of a lacy front-closure red bra with sheer cups that was cut low and displayed more than the average amount of cleavage, and shimmering brown suspender stockings underneath a pair of red crotch-less panties that were sheer in the back. Carla topped off her outfit with red four inch spike heels, dangling black onyx earrings, and a necklace made with small round black onyx beads. Carla looked at herself in the full length mirror and was very pleased with the image reflected back at her. The red silk dress hugged her curves just right, and she was sure that Tony would love the sexy new lingerie from Fredericks that she had recently purchased for this type of special occasion. Carla applied a liberal amount of her favorite perfume called Dare, applied her red lip gloss, and curled her shoulder length light brown hair. Once she was ready Carla picked up her overnight bag, and headed off to Tony's. He had refused to give her any hints about what they would be doing tonight, but Carla knew that whatever Tony had planned it would be special.

When Carla arrived at Tony's house she didn't expect to see three other cars in the driveway, but she hurried up to the door and rang the bell. 

Tony answered the door and Carla was surprised because he was dressed in a pair of faded jeans and sport shirt. She thought they were going to go out somewhere special for dinner, and then dancing, before they came back to Tony's house to enjoy some wild lovemaking. As she walked through the foyer Carla heard both male and female voices coming from the living room. When Carla walked into the living room she was greeted by three strangers, all wearing fire department uniforms, who were sitting around talking and obviously having a good time. Tony quickly introduced the two guys and woman to Carla and then asked, "What can I get you to drink babe?" 

Carla noticed that everyone else was drinking beer so she casually replied, "I'll have a Corona too." As she listened to them talking she had the chance to observe the three of them in more detail. Shannon was a very cute woman about 5' 5" and 120 pounds with styled short blond hair that nicely framed her attractive face and expressive brown eyes. Carla estimated that she was probably in her middle thirties. Carla could also tell that the body hidden behind the white uniform blouse and dark blue slacks was in good shape, and very nicely proportioned. Bryce appeared to be a few years younger than Shannon, and he was quite a hunk with his broad muscular shoulders, thin waist, and very muscular legs. His deep blue eyes went well with his blond hair. At six foot and 190 pounds he was the tallest of the bunch. His big hands looked very strong, and when Bryce got up to head to the bathroom Carla noticed that he also had very nice buns. The other man Ricardo was a Latino around 5' 10" and 200 pounds. He had thick wavy black hair with just a little touch of grey, his dark brown eyes were piercing, and his Latino accent was very sexy. Ricardo had thick arms and a broad chest from years of working out at the gym. He appeared to be the oldest of the group, but he was still an attractive man who was obviously in good shape, and he had a warm and friendly personality. 

Being the only other woman in the room Shannon quickly struck up a conversation with Carla and the two of them made an instant connection. 

There was something about the smoldering heat in Shannon's eyes, her body language, and the way she just lightly brushed Carla's bare skin with her hand when she was talking that caused an unexpected shiver of excitement to run through Carla's body. Ricardo and Bryce quickly joined in the animated conversation between the two women, and Carla caught the two men checking her out with their wandering eyes. Both Bryce and Ricardo were excellent physical specimens of men in their prime, and Carla knew that she looked very hot tonight, so she could not blame them for trying to sneak a peek at her cleavage or up her dress. Both men were trying to be subtle and not stare openly at Carla's beautiful body wrapped in her sexy red dress, but Carla could tell by the bulge each guy had in his pants that the sight of her breasts trying to pop out of the top of her dress, and her smooth silky legs exposed to mid thigh were driving them crazy. Carla also noticed Shannon's roving eyes drinking in her beauty, and trying to gaze up her skirt. Carla had to admit she was curious about whether other women were ever attracted to her. One of Carla's hottest fantasies was thinking about making love with another woman, and the lust filled look in Shannon's eyes made Carla start to squirm a little in her seat. 

Tony returned with the Corona and a large bowl of Jello shooters, and then explained that his friends had dropped in unexpectedly, but that they could still go out for an evening of fun later.

When Tony sat down in the other chair Carla smiled teasingly at him and spread her legs so that he could get a peek of the crotch-less panties she was wearing underneath her dress. Carla hoped that he would be turned on and it would give him incentive to have his friends leave as soon as possible.

They all sat around talking, drinking, and popping the Jello shooters, and it didn't take long before everyone was feeling very relaxed and comfortable talking with each other. 

Carla was more relaxed now too and when she crossed and uncrossed her legs she noticed that all eyes in the room were paying attention to her every move. She laughed to herself wondering whether any of others had caught a brief glimpse of her exposed crotch when she flashed Tony. Carla wasn't sure whether it was the alcohol or just her natural desire to flirt, but it excited her to think that one of the others had also seen her neatly trimmed bush.

Somehow the conversation turned to sex and Bryce was telling Carla that Tony had a reputation of being a real ladies man because he always attracted the hottest women. Bryce went on to say that Carla was the hottest woman he had ever seen Tony date. 

Carla gave Bryce a sexy smile as his reward for the compliment and said, "Why thank you kind sir."

Ricardo also made a comment about Carla being a real hot number, and he was also rewarded with a sexy smile and "Thank you". Carla looked at Tony and said, "I really like these friends of yours!"

The beer and the Jello shooters were having an effect on all of them. The whole conversation had become quite casual and seemed to stay focused on sex. Right on cue Bryce made this comment to Tony that he heard about him nailing that hot slut EMT Beth in the back of her ambulance this week. Pretending to be angry Tony glared at Bryce and told him to shut up, but when he looked over at Carla and seen that the smile had disappeared from her face he knew she was upset. He hoped that before the night was over Carla would understand why he had launched this elaborate plan to let her experience her fantasy.

Carla sat there with a look of shock on her face as she asked, "Is that story true Tony?"

Tony hesitated for a bit and watched as Carla's expression turned from shock to anger. He replied, "I don't want to talk about it right now!" 

Suddenly Carla was livid, and snapped back at Tony with a quite a few nasty comments.

Tony acted like he was enraged by Carla's comments. Rather than stay and fight Tony picked himself up from the chair and stormed out of the house, a big smile written across his face as he closed the door. 

Carla started to cry and vent her anger. After all she had given Tony the past couple of months how could he possibly cheat on her, and do it in such a way that everyone would know about it. 

Shannon held a sobbing Carla close, and tried to comfort her. Eventually Carla settled down and went off the bathroom to pull herself together. She fixed her mascara that had run from crying, and applied a new layer of lip gloss. 

When she returned to the living room Ricardo had another cold Corona waiting for her. He motioned for her to sit down on the sofa between him and Bryce. Carla sank into the soft cushions of the sofa, sitting between the two strong men and quickly drank her Corona. The combination of finishing her fourth beer so quickly, and consuming a number of Jello shooters on an empty stomach caused an alcohol induced warmth to spread throughout her body. Carla noticed that Shannon had left the room, but figured the other woman just had to use the bathroom.

When Carla drank too much she always got very horny. She knew that it would be best for her to leave, but talking with Bryce and Ricardo and being the center of their attention was making her feel so much better. They both seemed like very nice guys and having their big strong bodies so close to her on the sofa gave her some naughty thoughts. 

The conversation had turned back to sex again and Bryce put his hand on Carla's stocking covered knee and looked into her deep green eyes as he said, "Your so beautiful Carla, Tony must be an idiot to cheat on a woman like you. You know Ricardo and I could help you get even with Tony for what he did!" Without waiting for a reply Bryce brushed Carla's wavy brown hair to the side and he leaned in and started to lightly kiss her neck. Slowly he progressed to kissing and tonguing her ear before moving back down her neck. His big strong hand gently caressed her knee and then started to slowly slide up the inside of her thigh until he reached the point where her stocking met bare flesh.

Ricardo leaned in and started to kiss the other side of her neck. His thick muscular arm came around the front of Carla and he started to lightly brush his fingertips against the underside of her large covered breasts. 

Carla just sat there in shock for a moment stunned by what Bryce had just said to her, and how both men were both touching her. Under normal circumstances Carla would have stopped both of them from touching her and left immediately. However the combination of the alcohol making her more vulnerable, and Bryce's words about getting revenge on Tony worked together and caused her to hesitate for a moment. Carla's breathing quickened, and her womanly juices started flowing as her body reacted wantonly to the strange hands touching her intimately. Finally her better judgment won temporary control and she shouted, "Okay guys that's enough! Please stop touching me! I want to leave now!" 

Bryce didn't pay any attention to what Carla had said. He continued to softly kiss her neck and shoulders as his hand slowly brushed back and forth on the smooth bare skin of her upper thighs, before proceeding towards their ultimate objective. When his fingertips eventually reached the opening in her lacy red crotch-less panties they hesitated for a second, surprised at what Carla was wearing, and then resumed their journey up her dewy crease towards her clit causing Carla to moan softly. 

Ricardo just kept working on the underside of her large round breasts that were heaving with excitement. Every once in a while he would let his fingertips lightly dance around the top of each breast, trace her deep cleavage down to the top of her bra and then retrace there way back to the underside of each breast causing Carla to whimper. 

When Tony stormed out of the house, just like he had planned, he jumped in his car and drove around the block. He quickly parked his car and headed back towards his house. Once there he used his key to open the side door to the detached garage and let himself in. Earlier in the day Tony had set up a comfortable chair and placed some beer and snacks in the mini refrigerator so he could relax and enjoy what was about to happen. One of the features that Tony really liked about the house when he bought it was the closed circuit video system throughout the house. With that setup and a camcorder Tony could watch the action from any room in the house on the portable TV he had placed in the garage earlier in the day. 

Carla was quickly losing the battle with her horny body that wanted to let Bryce and Ricardo do whatever they wanted with her. Bryce's fingers dancing up and down her wet slit, and Ricardo lightly touching her breasts was driving her wild. Her resistance was fading fast, and if she was going to stop them it was now or never. "Please... stop.....!", Carla pleaded as she tried to break free from the two men and get up off the sofa. She managed to move quickly enough to catch Bryce and Ricardo off guard and almost made it off the sofa before two strong pairs of hands stopped her dead in her tracks. Bryce and Ricardo pulled Carla kicking and screaming to her feet. Bryce moved in front of her, and Ricardo moved behind, sandwiching her petite body between two massive hunks of male flesh. Bryce grabbed both of her hands which surely could inflict some damage with those long fingernails and held them both over her head with one of his large strong hands. With his other hand he reached down and slowly raised the front of Carla's dress as his hand traveled up her leg until his fingers were buried in her crease again. 

With his strong meaty hands Ricardo reached around and gently cupped Carla's large full breasts through the material of her silky red dress and lacy bra. He used his nose to brush Carla's wavy brown hair to the side and then started to kiss her neck as he slowly rubbed his hard cock against her buttocks.

Because her job was physical Shannon spent a lot of time at the gym, and her sexy firm body was the product of many hours of working out. She used the bathroom, removed her uniform, and changed into a matching lacy black bra and thong that showcased her perky 36C breasts, that curved upward. She slipped on a pair of black 3" stiletto heels and smiled as she looked over her shoulder at her firm heart shaped ass. On her way back to the living room Shannon picked up the camcorder and tripod that Tony had left out on his bed, and pushed the office chair without arms and low back into the living room. Shannon pushed the chair aside and then secured the camcorder to the tripod, positioning it so all the action would be recorded. Tony had shown Shannon where to connect the video feed cable to the wall, and now he was able to sit in the garage and watch all the hot action that was unfolding in the living room. Shannon was a little disappointed that Bryce and Ricardo had started playing with Carla before she returned, but she knew that according to the plan she would be getting to know Carla real well in just a few minutes.

The TV screen flickered for a second and then Tony could see what was happening in the living room. As he sat there watching Bryce and Ricardo start to torment and tease Carla he wondered how long she would last before she gave in and enjoyed herself.

Carla felt trapped between the two virile men. They were both so strong and it was futile to struggle or think that she could escape. Despite her resistance Carla's pussy was tingling with excitement and continued to get wetter by the minute. Carla's mind kept coming back to what Bryce had said earlier about getting revenge. After all if Tony could fuck some bimbo why couldn't she enjoy the pleasures that she was sure Bryce and Ricardo could give her body. 

Bryce leaned in and lightly brushed his lips against Carla's waiting to see her response. When she didn't respond he let his fingers slip between her pussy lips and started to tease and torment her clit. He tried to kiss Carla again and this time her lips parted and joined his mouth and tongue in a long series of passionate kisses. 

Ricardo stopped tormenting Carla's heaving breasts for a minute and used both hands to start slowly moving the zipper of the silky red silk dress downward. He kissed the back of Carla's neck and then worked his way down her back as the zipper moved lower and her creamy smooth skin was exposed. When he reached the point where the zipper ended a few inches above her buttocks he kissed his way back up her spine again, causing another whimper to escape Carla's lips. Ricardo used his fingers to slide the dress off Carla's right shoulder, kissing and licking her shoulder as the silky material gave way to bare skin. Then he repeated the process on the other shoulder. Ricardo's large hands slipped the silky material of the dress over Carla's large round breasts and pulled it downward toward her waist. Then his fingers moved back to her breasts and started tormenting the nipples through the thin material of her bra.

Now that Shannon had the camcorder all set up for Tony she wanted to get into the action. In fact Shannon had the lead role as the hands conductor in this symphony of flesh. Shannon slowly sauntered over towards the trio making sure that she didn't block Tony's view from the camcorder.

In between Bryce kissing her hard on the mouth Carla opened her eyes and was the first to notice Shannon coming towards them, only wearing a lacy black bra and thong that left nothing to the imagination. Her legs were longer and firmer than first appeared and the 3" black stiletto heels made them look even hotter. When Shannon stopped about ten feet away, locked eyes with Carla and suggestively licked her lips, a strange new sensation flooded through Carla's loins. Carla had always fantasized about making love with another woman, and based on what Shannon was wearing and that look of lust in her eyes Carla was sure she was going to have an opportunity tonight. As Bryce and Ricardo continued to tease and torture her wet crease and nipples Carla's own lust increased exponentially, and her struggling to resist lessened considerably. Her mind kept thinking about getting revenge on Tony, and all the wonderful combinations that having three partners at one time would provide. 




Unforgettable Ch. 03



It's been quite awhile since my last submission. This installment follows Unforgettable 1 and 2. If you want to know how the characters got here, read those. Otherwise, this installment is fairly stand-alone without much history built in. I invite constructive feedback/criticism so please feel free to comment and let me know how I can make things better! 

Thanks for reading!



Being in an open shower, without a shower curtain or door was a different experience. It felt decadent. Sinful. Thanks to the multiple fixtures, the water pounded my body from all directions, loosening muscles and relaxing me more than should have been possible, considering my already relaxed state after the session with Malik. Wrapped in steam, I covered myself in body wash, the light outdoorsy scent filling the air as I played with the bubbles, increasing the lather. Running the cloth across me, I turned to face the vanity mirrors, watching my hands move over my still hypersensitive body. The sight was erotic. 

Leaning back against the tiles, eyes on the action in the mirror, I skimmed my fingers down my body, letting my arousal take over. It's a tantalizing sight to behold, to watch yourself as if someone else were watching. Seeing what they see-the curves and dips and valleys. 

Squeezing my breasts together and letting them go, the suds washed down between the valley to my stomach, dipping into my navel and then caressed a straight line to my lips below. With fingers grasping my nipples, pinching and pulling, tingling sensations rushed through my body. The bubbles provided a different, slicker surface for my fingers as they slid off my breasts and down my stomach, circling my abdomen, slowly caressing. With one leg on the shower ledge, I dipped my fingers down past my stomach, stroking the top of my thighs, before sliding them across my heated lips. Back and forth, from top to bottom, then back again. 

The moans escaping me sounded different, sexier, echoing around the large room. Hearing how loud it sounded made me wonder what the rest of the house heard just a few minutes ago. Oh well. They would likely be doing their own thing soon enough so I wasn't worried. For now, it was all about the view in the mirror. And the sensations my touch was generating.

A movement from the doorway caught my eye. Seeing Malik there, I couldn't help but grin to myself. This was perfect. He had no idea what was coming. 

"Mmmm. I was just thinking about you, baby. Do you like what you see?" 

The question caught him off-guard, as it seemed he couldn't resist watching in fascination as my fingers traced my body, dipping into crevices, tracing through lather to parts he wanted. Sliding my fingers further between my legs, dipping inside, swirling them in place, I asked him again if he liked what he saw. This time, his eyes met mine, full of lust. 

"You enjoy torturing me, don't you? Driving me crazy with your hot, wet body and all the teasing? I just had you and already want you again but I want to watch you get off. Watching you now, your fingers touching you all over, I can't help but wish my fingers could follow them. Or maybe I'd use my tongue. But for now, don't stop what you're doing."

As he spoke, his eyes went back to the path my hands were tracing. Which meant greedily watching my fingers sliding in and out, through the slick dampness between legs as my hips moved in synchrony as if that was the only purpose they had. While riding my first two fingers, I let my thumb tease my clit and the other hand lazily drew circles in the bubbles up to my breasts, arousing me but tempting him. 

I really had to be careful here. I wanted to entice Malik, push him further into lust but not so far that he lost his head. If that happened, we wouldn't be joining the group for the evening. What was I thinking? That perhaps I could tempt him, tease him, while I got off and maybe talk him into getting off with me. It's such a turn on to watch a guy get off on watching me cum. 

"What makes you think I enjoy torturing you? Does it have anything to do with me standing here naked in front of you, covered in bubbles, surrounded by steam? Or is it what my hands are doing?" 

He visibly swallowed before answering, "All of the above." 

Circling my breasts in an ever tightening circle until I wound up at the tight peaked center, I pinched and tweaked my nipples, pulling them and releasing and unable to stop the breathless moans. It felt so good. 

"So you like watching me? This is what thinking of you does to me. Makes me hot and wet. But it seems there's a tiny problem, Malik." 

His eyes met mine with a questioning glance. 

"I can't see everything I want to see." Letting my words sink in, I gave a pointed glance to his pants, where I could see he was definitely feeling something. 

Well, apparently two can play the teasing game because he got a glint in his eyes as he slowly undid his fly and then slowly inched his pants only half way down his legs before pulling them back up, leaving them open but draped off his ass. 

"Do you want to watch me finish what you walked in on? If you do, you'll take off your pants." 

Just like that, his pants hit the floor. 

"Now take off your shirt." Wow. I could really sound bossy when I wanted. I might have to work on that. It could come in handy sometime later!

Again, performing at a snail's pace, he undid the buttons on his shirt before shrugging out of it. Standing before me, naked and hard, he took his cock in hand and started stroking it. 

"Do you like what you see?" he teasingly asked, making a full 360-degree turn before relaxing back against the door frame. 

Yes. I did. There is something about watching a man you've aroused sliding his hand up and down his lovely cock, his thumb caressing the end as his fingers grip and twist around his shaft. In my head, I imagined it was my mouth wrapped around him as I licked and sucked up and down, letting my tongue caress the underside of his cock, just teasing the edge of his hard shaft, underneath, swirling around and up and down while my hands fisted around him. I loved the mental image he'd unknowingly provided but I had to stop distracting myself. I could follow up on that thought later. Rather than answer Malik, I chose to push him further with what he was looking at. 

With my own fingers wet and sudsy again, I slid them inside my lower lips, moaning for him. 

"Baby, I'm so hot and ready to cum. If you could only feel how wet I am for you, imagining it's your fingers buried in my pussy right now as your tongue circles my clit. Hmmm, yes. Can't you imagine me melting against your tongue as your fingers caress my tight hole? "

Back and forth, my fingers stroked my clit and lips before slipping inside the heat again. With my eyes on Malik, I couldn't stop what I was doing. Nor could I stop watching his own hands on his body. One on the shaft as the other went to his balls, playing and pulling to keep himself from going over the edge. 

"Come closer." 

He took two steps away from the door but that still didn't bring him close enough. 

"Closer."

This time he moved to the edge of the shower but still just out of arms reach. That was okay. I just wanted to see every detail. 

His cock was leaking precum. It glistened against the head before being stroked down the length as he twisted and pumped, drawing each movement out as I watched. 

"You're such a dirty girl, watching me get off. I bet you're soaking wet thinking about my cock inside your pussy, as you clamp down on me, feeling the hard heat stretch you from the inside."

"Mmmm. Yes. I'm wondering how many ways you could take me in this shower before the hot water runs out. Can't you just picture me bent over with you splitting my ass as you pound me from behind? Your hands gripping my hips to keep me from sliding away from you as fuck me hard and fast-can't you just see it?"

Malik took a step closer, his voice low and raspy with the arousal evident through his words, as if the pulsating cock he was trying to contain wasn't enough of a clue. 

"You know, I've been thinking about taking that sweet ass since I saw it. Imagining the ways I could bury myself inside you, cumming inside you as you milk every drop from me." 

Turning around, I presented my ass for his viewing pleasure. Watching him over my shoulder, I spread my legs and bent at the waist giving him the perfect view of my ass and my pussy and letting him see the path my fingers took to get me off. By this point, all the lather had washed away. All that was left was water streaming down the lines of my body, mixing with my own juices, and running down my legs. 

"Cum on my ass, babe. I want to feel your load shooting across my body as you cum for me." My fingers flew faster as I heard Malik's groan. "I'm such a dirty girl, begging for your spunk on my ass. Getting off watching you stroke yourself. It's so fucking hot, baby. I'm thinking about your cock, pounding me, your hands on my titties as you pinch and twist them." 

One hand was taking turns on my nipples, pinching and twisting, as I voiced my desires and thoughts. I could feel the pull from my tits to my clit and had to focus on not cumming too soon.

"Oh God, Malik. I'm going cum, I'm so close. Mmm, baby, it feels so good. I can't wait." 

"Let yourself go. Cum for me. I want to watch you explode around your fingers, knowing you're creaming against them imagining it was my cock." As he spoke, his eyes met mine as he braced himself on the shower with one hand, the other furiously stroking, bringing him closer to the edge. 

I couldn't hold back. 

"Oh yeah, Malik. That's it, baby. I can't stop. Ohhhh. Mmmmmm. Oh God, yeah. Your cock would feel so amazing right now, pumping, hard, taking me and punishing me for being such a whore. I can't wait to feel you shooting your load. Ohhhhmy....mmmmmmmmmmmmm." With that, I couldn't stop cumming, my fingers still strumming inside me as I spasmed around them. 

As I slowly withdrew from my pussy, another wave shot through me. Glancing over my shoulder at Malik, I lifted my fingers to my mouth and slowly licked my juices from first one finger, then the next as he watched. 

With a groan, he came, his balls tight against his body as he shot his load over my ass. The hand that was against the shower came down to grip one cheek before slapping it. Hard.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me. Give your dirty girl all of it. I bet it looks good sprayed across my ass doesn't it?" Shaking my ass for him got a groan as he finished cumming, his eyes fixed on my ass and what he had put there. I stood up and glanced in the mirror, loving how the white spray looked against my ass and back. 

Leaning forward to kiss him, I felt the shower washing away the remnants of our session. 

"Thank you for that. I loved watching you get off. You looked amazing standing there, so aroused. Very sexy. It made me so hot!"

With a glance that spoke volumes, all I got was "Don't think we're done with this."

I couldn't wait to hold him to that. I already had a few ideas building for our next encounter, provided I could hold off fucking him senseless before then.



Unforgettable Ch. 03



Ricardo continued to kiss Carla's neck and shoulders as he guided the bra straps off her shoulders and halfway down her arms. Ricardo's agile hands then moved to the center of Carla's lacy red front-closure bra and deftly opened the four eyelets that held the cups together. He used his big hands to cup both her breasts and bra cups, effectively keeping the bra from separating into two halves and letting her large full breasts escape. Then his big meaty hands pulled the sheer material of the left bra cup to the side making sure that the lacy material scraped across Carla's hard pointy nipple all the way before her left breast was freed from its constraint. Then he repeated the same process with her right bra cup and breast before letting the straps slip off her arms. He pulled off the bra and threw it across the room. Next he used the palms of his hands and rotated them slowly just barely brushing against Carla's erect nipples. Ricardo loved hearing the lust filled whimpers that escaped Carla's mouth as he took his time and tortured her every step of the way. His manhood was twitching in his pants, eager to get at the beautiful hot brunette, but he remained patient knowing that his cock would get plenty of attention before the night was over.

Tony was sitting in the garage with a throbbing hardness between his legs, drinking a beer and watching all the hot action. He studied Carla's green eyes carefully to gauge how much she was enjoying all the attention she was receiving. After making love to her during the last four months he knew from her facial expressions and eye movements that she was getting very excited. He was happy that she had lasted this long without completely giving in, but he knew that soon she would lose the battle and thoroughly enjoy one of her hottest fantasies. 

Bryce finished his long series of tongue filled kisses with Carla. Since Carla wasn't struggling much any more he relaxed his grip on her two wrists which he still held up in the air above her head. He stepped back just a little and removed his hand from her crotch for a second so that her red silk dress could fall to the floor in a heap. Then Bryce moved in again and let his fingers go back to work on Carla's hot wet pussy. His long fingers alternated between running up and down her crease teased her clit, and tormenting the wet entrance to her tunnel. Bryce was confident that Ricardo and him were driving Carla crazy so he asked, "Are to ready to stop fighting us so we can all have a good time, and you can get your revenge on Tony?" Carla hesitated for a few seconds, but the sensations pulsing through her body as Bryce fingered her dewy pussy, and Ricardo teased her nipples caused the last of her resolve to evaporate. Finally she replied almost in a whisper, "Yes I am."

Bryce released his grip on Carla's arms and let her drop them to her side. 

Shannon moved closer to the trio and stopped a few feet away. Looking straight into Carla's eyes she asked in a sexy voice, "Do you mind if I join the party?" Shannon wasn't surprised when both Bryce and Ricardo stared at her hot body stuffed into the lacy black bra and matching thong and commented they would love her to join the party. Shannon licked her glistening lips as she stared at Carla's beautiful full breasts with their large round coral colored aureoles and hard pointy nipples. She could tell by Carla's reactions that Ricardo was expertly teasing them and getting the other woman all worked up. Shannon's brown twinkling eyes locked with Carla's as she reached behind her back and unhooked her lacy black bra and slowly let it fall to the floor. Her 36C upturned breasts with aureoles the size of a silver dollar and dark brown puffy nipples that were fully extended was a beautiful sight. Shannon ran her hands down over them and teased herself until a sexy moan escaped her lips. Shannon gazed hotly into Carla's eyes and asked again, "Do you want me to join your party Carla?"

For the first time Carla noticed that the camcorder was set up to record all the hot action. Carla had always had a secret fantasy about being videotaped while making love, and knowing that everything would be captured on tape turned her on immensely. Carla's heart was thumping in her chest as she drank in Shannon's beauty and replied, "Oh yes Shannon I want you to make love to me too!" 

Ricardo's big hands were filled with Carla's full breasts and he squeezed them together and toyed with her stiff aching points.

Shannon closed the distance between her and Carla and leaning in softly brushed her cheek and lips with her mouth and tongue. Shannon locked her mouth on Carla's and gave her a series of long tongue filled kisses as Bryce and Ricardo continued to drive Carla's need higher. Shannon's hands traveled in opposite directions each tracing their way around Carla's hip until she had a hand wrapped around both Bryce's and Ricardo's large bulging cocks that were still trapped uncomfortably in their pants. Shannon smiled lewdly as she mentally estimated the size and thickness of each mans member. Bryce felt huge in her hand, and Ricardo felt like he was almost as big. Shannon vowed that after they were done giving Carla all the pleasure she could possibly want that she was going to have both of these cocks fucking her at the same time. Just thinking about it caused her pussy juice to seep out and run down her legs. Shannon stopped massaging each mans cock long enough to let her fingers unbutton their shirts, unhook their belts, and pull their zippers down. 

Tony had never witnessed such a sexy and erotic sight in his life before as his three friends each did their best to torment and tease Carla to a feverish pitch, and make her fantasy a reality. The scene unfolding before his eyes was so hot that he didn't even feel jealous about what he knew would happen next. Tony had always suspected that Shannon was a hot woman despite her tough demeanor, but after tonight he was going to have a whole new perspective about his closest female friend. 

Shannon broke away for a minute and brought the office chair over to where the others were standing. She told Bryce to take his clothes off and sit on the chair. When Bryce moved away a few feet to undress Shannon pressed her body against Carla's, causing the two women's fleshy globes and nipples to press together tightly, and trapped Ricardo's hands in the middle. Shannon kissed Carla passionately and let her soft fingers brush against Carla's slick crease, picking up right where Bryce had left off.

After having his hard throbbing cock trapped in his pants for what seemed like hours Bryce was only too happy to follow Shannon's instructions and take everything off. Bryce made sure that both women had a good view as he slowly removed his shirt, undershirt, pants, and shoes, exposing his muscular chest and abs, thin waist, and thick muscular legs. Once he knew that he had their full attention Bryce watched their eyes closely as he slowly lowered his bikini briefs and his cock sprang into view. Bryce wasn't disappointed with their reaction. 

Carla and Shannon both gasped at almost the same time when they saw the length and thickness of Bryce's manhood. He had to be at least eight or nine inches long, and as thick as either of their wrists. Carla and Shannon both stared at Bryce's cock and smiled wantonly as they thought about how it would taste in their mouth, and stretch their pussy. Carla giggled and said, "With a hose like that I bet you have put out a lot of fires!"

Bryce laughed and humbly replied, "Thanks for the compliment Carla, it will be my pleasure to show you what my hose can do for you." Now that Bryce had all his clothes off he moved into position on the chair, his huge lance sticking straight up in the air. Following Tony's instructions from earlier Bryce said to Carla, "I think that you should call Tony on your cell phone and let him hear what a great time you're having with us. It's only fair that you punish him for fucking Beth!"

Carla thought about it for a few seconds and decided that she liked the idea very much. She would teach Tony a lesson that he would never forget. Carla replied, "I love the way you think Bryce!" 

Shannon dropped to her knees in front of Carla and buried her face between Carla's thighs and licked her pussy to make it nice and wet for Bryce. Then Shannon moved upwards and licked Carla's nipples for a few minutes making her even hotter. "Looks like you're ready to give Bryce a try," Shannon commented wickedly. Then she crossed the room and made sure that the camcorder was positioned at the right angle so Tony would be able to see every hot minute. 

Carla crossed the room removed her cell phone from her purse and hit the speed dial button to call Tony's pre-programmed number. Tony turned down the sound on the TV and answered his cell phone on the second ring and heard Carla say, "Since you cheated on me and banged that slut Beth this past week I'm going to have all sorts of wild hot fun with Bryce, Ricardo, and Shannon. If your man enough I want you to listen to what they do to me, and think about whether you're ever going to have the pleasure of making love to me again." 

Tony replied in a pleading tone of voice , "Look Carla I'm very sorry about what happened with Beth. Please forgive me! I promise that it will never happen again. I'm man enough to accept whatever punishment you think is fair if it means that we can stay together." 

Carla instructed, "Okay then you're allowed to listen to what's happening but you're not allowed to talk to me unless I ask you a question. Do you understand Tony?"

Tony quickly replied that he understood Carla's rules.

Carla moved over to the chair and straddled Bryce. Facing him, she rubbed his huge hot shaft against the outside of her pussy making herself moan and shiver with excitement. Carla moaned loudly into the phone and said "I'm rubbing my dripping wet pussy lips against Bryce's huge cock and it feels so damn good!" Carla's need was soaring higher again and the thought of being stuffed with all of Bryce's huge cock made her so fucking hot. 

Ricardo had also removed all his clothes and he positioned himself behind Bryce on the chair. That would allow him to be close enough for Carla to give him some oral attention as she went for a wild ride on Bryce's big cock. 

Shannon moved into position behind Carla, ready to jump in and play with her breasts as soon as she started fucking Bryce. 

The office chair was just the right height for Carla's legs as she raised her body and positioned the opening to her hot wet tunnel directly over the swollen purple head of Bryce's unbelievable shaft. Carla put her hands on Bryce's shoulders for support and carefully lowered herself against the massive hot head. Carla was amazingly wet and to her surprise the head parted her lips and entered her tunnel easier than she thought. The feeling of such a massive cock stretching the walls of her pussy caused her to moan loudly. Using her legs to control the depth of penetration Carla would take an inch at a time, and then stop until her pussy became acclimated to the girth of Bryce's cock. It took her quite a while but much to her amazement Carla somehow managed to take the whole monster into her sweet pussy. Carla moaned loudly into the phone as she described to Tony how big Bryce's cock was, and how tight and unbelievably good it felt stretching her pussy wider than any other man had ever done. Carla stared at the nice hunk of manhood hanging between Ricardo's legs, her mouth watering. While he wasn't as huge as Bryce his cock was still larger than average. With Bryce imbedded balls deep Carla leaned forward and opened her hot mouth. Her tongue flicked out and teased the swollen knob making Ricardo moan. After licking both the head and shaft with her hot pink tongue Carla opened her mouth wider and slowly worked her way down Ricardo's thick shaft. 

Tony enjoyed another beer and reveled in the sight and sounds of what was happening inside the bedroom only twenty feet from the garage. It made him so happy to know that before the night was over Carla would experience at least two of her hottest fantasies. 

Bryce just sat there with his cock embedded to the balls in the tight sheath of Carla's pussy. Seeing her sweet pussy framed by the crotch-less red panties was a beautiful sight as he watched inch after inch of his cock disappear into Carla's tight tunnel. It felt great having her pussy wrapped tightly around his cock. Most women he had been with couldn't handle the size of his prick, and he was amazed that Carla could take it all without obvious discomfort. 

Ricardo moaned when Carla's talented hot mouth and tongue started to give his thick cock some serious attention.

Shannon ran her fingertips up and down Carla's neck, shoulders, and spine. Then Shannon's soft hands moved around the sides of Carla's back and chest until they reached the other woman's large full breasts, and started to roll her hard nipples between thumb and forefinger causing Carla to moan louder. 

Very slowly and carefully Carla started to slide up and down on Bryce's massive lance. As her need spiraled higher and higher she took a little more of Ricardo's thick throbbing cock into her mouth and sucked him harder. Every minute or two Carla would give Tony a very vivid description of what was happening, and tell him how much pleasure it was giving her. Carla's anger at Tony had abated to the point where she no longer wanted to hurt him. In the back of her mind Carla wondered whether Tony would understand and forgive her, but right now her wanton desires had taken over and all she could think about was deriving as much pleasure as possible from Bryce, Ricardo, and Shannon. As another tingle of pleasure rippled through her body Carla moaned, "Oh Bryce your huge cock feels so damn good buried in my tight pussy!" 

Bryce steadied Carla with each one of his strong hands cupping her derriere. He was glad to hear that Carla was enjoying her ride up and down his joystick. The tightness of her pussy gripping his cock as she slid up and down his greased shaft was driving him crazy too.

Tony was mesmerized as he sat there watching his three close friends do everything they possibly could to pleasure Carla. It was the hottest thing Tony had ever seen in his life and his cock had swelled to the point where he thought it was going to explode. He opened his pants and removed his manhood from the painful confines of his jeans, and sat there stroking himself as he wished that he was one of the three people pleasuring Carla.

Shannon, Bryce, and Ricardo all took turns telling Carla how beautiful her body was, and how hot being with her was making them. 

Bryce could tell that Carla was getting close so he dug the tips of his big fingers into her ass cheeks through the sheer silky material of her crotch-less panties, and tried to raise his hips up off the chair in order to pump his cock into her harder.

Shannon pulled and twisted Carla's stiff nipples with one hand, and furiously fingered Carla's clit with her other hand.

Now that her pussy had acclimated to being stuffed Carla increased the tempo of riding Bryce's shaft. She would use her legs to raise up slowly and then slam herself down fast driving his massive prick balls deep inside her, going deeper than any man had ever gone before. Carla looked up into Ricardo's eyes as she sucked him hard, enjoying seeing the pleasure she was giving him written across his face. Shannon's soft hands and fingers pulled and twisted her nipples harder and harder. Carla's frenzied need spiraled higher and higher until she couldn't stand it anymore. She let Ricardo's cock slip from her mouth and screamed, "Oh fuck! I'm... coming... Bryce!" Carla impaled herself deeply one last time on Bryce's shaft just as her orgasm exploded in her loins and rippled through every part of her body. Carla's whole body stiffened and then started to tremble as an intense series of five orgasms ripped through her body, each quickly following the other in succession. Carla felt Bryce's shaft swell even larger and heard him grunt and groan as he shot his cream into her hot hungry pussy. For Carla the sensation of feeling his hot juice squirting deeply into her caused intense pleasure and sent her soaring as she drifted weightless through a sky of white clouds with her three wonderful partners doing everything they could to intensify her pleasure, and make it last as long as possible.

Hearing Carla moan ecstatically as she climaxed over and over again, and feeling the inner muscles of her vaginal walls spasm with each new orgasm pushed Bryce over the edge. He grunted like a bull as he ejaculated his hot white sauce deep into Carla's pussy. 

Tony was so incredibly turned on by the sights and sounds coming from the living room, and stroking himself that he almost lost control. Luckily he stopped himself in time and stopped stroking. He knew there would be a lot more action to come and wanted to save himself for the grand finale. =================================================== Shannon watched and waited until Carla slowly drifted back to earth and her body relaxed and slumped against Bryce. Then Shannon instructed Bryce and Ricardo to take Carla into the guest bedroom for the next part of their adventure. While the two guys carried Carla into the other room Shannon disconnected the camcorder and followed them to the guest bedroom, where she inserted another tape, and set it up to capture all the action. She had spoken with Tony earlier about wanting to get a copy of the tape for her own viewing pleasure, and Tony had agreed with the stipulation that Shannon could never show it to anyone else.

Shannon took charge again and orchestrated the next arrangement. She instructed Ricardo to lay down on the bed, which he eagerly did. She went over to where Carla was standing and kissed her hotly, thrusting her tongue deeply in Carla's mouth. With one hand she fingered Carla's sopping wet pussy, while the other toyed with Carla's nipples to get her internal fires burning again. Then Shannon pressed her hot body tightly against Carla's body and slid downwards using her hot mouth and slippery tongue to cause flashes of pleasure everywhere they touched. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Carla's crotch-less panties and pulled them down Carla's legs, leaving her standing there with just her suspender stockings and heels. Shannon quickly buried her face in Carla's soaked labia and lightly licked the lips and clit making Carla moan as she gripped the back of Shannon's head and thrust her hips forward trying to force Shannon deeper. Shannon savored the taste of Carla's nectar combined with Bryce's cream for a minute, but knew she had to stop so they could continue with Tony's plan. Shannon stood up again and instructed Carla to get on top of Ricardo and ride his hard cock while sitting backwards so that her back was towards Ricardo's face. 

Carla eagerly mounted Ricardo and slowly lowered her cream filled pussy down onto his shaft. Since Bryce had already stretched her Ricardo's thick shaft went in easily, and forced some of Bryce's hot cream to ooze out of Carla's pussy and run down her leg. Carla had almost forgotten about Tony so she raised the phone to her mouth and asked, "Did you hear those wonderful orgasms that Bryce just gave me Tony?"

Tony replied, "Yes baby it sounded like you really enjoyed yourself."

Carla wasn't really mad at Tony anymore but she still wanted to torment him and make him squirm so she asked, "Did hearing me fucking Bryce make you hot enough to stroke your cock?"

Tony hesitated for a few seconds and replied, "Yes it did." 

Carla laughed wickedly and in a taunting voice said, "Now I'm sitting on top of Ricardo's thick cock and it feels so good buried deep in my pussy. I'm willing to bet that he is going to make me come too! See what you're missing tonight!" Carla noticed that the camcorder was running and knowing that she was being taped made her even hotter, so she made sure that she looked directly into the camera every chance she got so that Tony or whoever got to see the tape later would know exactly how much she enjoyed herself tonight. 




Unforgettable Ch. 03



Tony sighed and replied, "I guess that I deserve whatever punishment you think is fair Carla." Knowing that she had Tony's attention again Carla stopped talking and quickly found a rhythm of up and down movements on Ricardo's cock that brought exquisite pleasure to both of them.

Tony got himself another beer and settled into the chair for the next round of action. His cock had softened somewhat during the lull but hearing Carla's comments and seeing her mount Ricardo and start dancing up and down his greased pole quickly brought Tony's cock to attention. Tony started to slowly stroke himself again.

Watching Carla fucking Ricardo made Shannon hot, and her needy pussy started to weep again as it begged her for some attention. Shannon removed her thong which was soaked and reluctantly put her own desires on hold a little longer, but made a mental note that Tony was really going to owe her big time for making such a sacrifice. Bryce and Ricardo were turning out to be first class studs who knew how to use their excellent physical assets to bring a woman maximum pleasure. Shannon hoped that after Carla was satiated they would still have some cream left for her kitty. Shannon left the room to get the bag of special toys they would need later.

Even though he had climaxed not too long ago it didn't take long for Bryce to become aroused again as he watched Carla doing a number on Ricardo's dick. Carla was a red hot woman and he was glad that Tony had trusted him enough to let him participate in this adventure. He also thought that Shannon had a great body and hoped that later her would get the chance to sample her sexual treats too.

Ricardo was really enjoying the feeling of Carla gyrating on his cock, driving both of them wild with desire and need. 

Shannon returned to the room and set the next part of the plan into motion. She instructed Carla to recline backwards onto Ricardo's broad muscular chest. 

Carla didn't know what Shannon had in mind but everything she suggested so far had brought a lot of pleasure so Carla followed Shannon's instructions. Laying on top of Ricardo's chest didn't allow Carla as much control, or allow Ricardo's thick lance to penetrate her as deeply. However it did cause Ricardo's thickness to press against her vaginal walls at a different angle causing an intense new sensation of pleasure she hadn't expected. Ricardo helped increase Carla's pleasure by lifting his hips off the bed and slowly driving his slippery hot shaft in and out of her greedy pussy while his hands cupped her breasts, and his fingers started tormenting her aching nipples again. In no time Carla was moaning wildly into the phone again letting Tony know that she was enjoying this new coital position. 

Bryce was standing there eagerly watching Carla and Ricardo driving each other wild. Even semi-erect his cock was longer and thicker than the average guy. He noticed Carla staring at his softened cock and when his baby blue eyes finally locked onto Carla's lust filled emerald eyes he asked, "Would you like to suck on my cock Carla?"

Carla's mouth had been watering at the thought of sucking Bryce's massive monster so when he asked all she could do was whimper again and breathlessly reply, "Oh yes Bryce I would love to suck your cock!"

Bryce quickly crossed the room and positioned his cock near Carla's mouth. The first contact of her tongue with the swollen knob was like an electric shock going through his system. 

Carla was a woman who enjoyed the feeling of control that sucking a man's cock gave her, and she had perfected her oral skills over the years. Most men told her that she was the best they ever had. She knew that Tony really loved having her lips wrapped around his shaft. Carla paused for a moment to let Tony know that the sound he was hearing was her sucking on Bryce's huge lollypop. Carla concentrated on just the swollen purple head of Bryce's huge cock, using her tongue and mouth to make it wet and lick and suck it hard, while her hand which could barely close around the thick shaft pumped up and down. The combination of orally pleasing such a gorgeous specimen of manhood, while being fucked was slowly taking her higher and higher up the mountain. 

Tony had already guessed that the slurping and sucking sounds he was hearing meant that Carla was giving one of the guys oral attention. Tony had to admit that he felt a pang of jealousy that he wasn't the one enjoying Carla's unbelievable oral talents tonight. 

Shannon was having a very hard time restraining herself from joining the hot action, but she had a little more directing to do before she could jump in and ravish Carla's pussy. Tony had mentioned that Carla really liked to have her tits fucked so Shannon reached into the bag and produced a bottle of cherry flavored oil. She poured a liberal amount of the slippery fluid onto each hand and started to knead and massage Carla's breasts knowing that the oil would provide a sensation of warmth everywhere it was applied. Shannon used her oiled fingers to trace circles around each protruding nipple, teasing and tormenting it until Carla whimpered and moaned. Shannon finally zeroed in on the hard nubs and brushed her fingers back and forth lightly against the hot tips. Shannon used her slippery thumb and forefinger to roll the nipples back and forth, and pull on them gently making Carla go wild with desire. When she had Carla's breasts totally covered with the flavored oil Carla said in a commanding tone of voice, "Bryce I want you to fuck Carla's tits now!" 

Bryce hesitated because Carla sucking his cock felt so damn good, but Shannon gave him a look that he knew meant trouble if he didn't comply so he pulled back and turned to face Shannon who was waiting impatiently. 

Ricardo was really enjoying being able to fuck a woman as hot as Carla. When she started to rotate her hips with him buried inside her pussy the pleasurable sensation of scraping against her walls was so intense that he almost lost control. Ricardo had to perform some mental math exercises in his head to help him gain control again. Damn this woman was so fucking hot. He was going to owe Tony a big favor for letting him in on this action.

Tony was sitting in the garage listening to Carla's incredibly erotic whimpers and moans, and watching all the hot action as he stroked himself harder again. When he felt that familiar tingling sensation in his balls telling him it was time to back off before he lost control Tony stopped stroking himself knowing that he wanted to wait until the last act before he gave in and exploded. 

Carla's need climbed even higher when she felt Shannon's soft hands applying the oil which caused a warmth everywhere it was applied and intensified the pleasure being caused by Shannon's expert teasing and tormenting of her stiff nipples. Carla was temporarily disappointed when Bryce removed his cock from her hot sucking mouth, but knowing that he was going to slide that massive monster through her breasts caused new ripples of pleasure as she anticipated how great it would feel.

Bryce carefully straddled the bodies of Ricardo and Carla laying beneath him, without putting his weight on them, and slid his smooth cock head against the underside of each breast, and then moved the hot poker around the globes teasingly until he heard Carla moan. 

"Oh yes Bryce, please fuck my tits with your huge hot cock!"

Bryce gladly complied with Carla's wish and positioned his long thick cock in the crease between her large fleshy globes and started to slowly slide it back and forth. The hot slippery oil made it feel even better than normal, and Carla moaned in ecstasy. Bryce cupped a breast in each one of his big hands and pulled them towards the center of her chest causing them to smother his massive organ in their softness. As he stroked through the soft flesh he thrust upward as far as possible until his hot swollen balls were stopped by the Carla's big round breasts. Bryce spread his fingers wider and used his thumbs to tweak Carla's hard pointy nipples back and forth causing her to moan and thrash her head back and forth as her need soared higher and higher.

When the big fat head of Bryce's cock sliced through her breasts and hesitated as it came out near her mouth Carla had an idea. She used the smooth round black onyx beads from around her neck and wrapped them tightly around the head of Bryce's swollen cock and pulled them back and forth over the head causing Bryce to gasp with pleasure and almost lose control and shoot his cream all over her breasts. Carla's mouth opened wide and her slippery pink tongue flicked out and licked the cherry flavored oil from the large swollen head of Bryce's cock that was tightly encircled by the beads. Then she temporarily removed the beads so that Bryce could stroke his cock between her breasts.

Now that Bryce and Ricardo were finally in the right positions it was time for Shannon to join in and do what she had been waiting for all night. Shannon positioned herself between Ricardo's and Carla's extended legs and carefully moved forward until her mouth was right in front of Carla's pussy and Ricardo's cock. Her hot pink tongue flicked out and licked up and down Carla's crease making sure that she hit Carla's swollen love button on each upward stroke, and Ricardo's partially exposed shaft on each downward stroke. One of Shannon's hands cupped Ricardo's balls and she used her other hand to tease and torment Bryce's butt crack causing both men to groan in ecstasy. As she ate Carla's sweet pussy Shannon made sure that she collected the residual cream that was still oozing out of Carla's pussy from Bryce shooting his hot load into Carla's pussy earlier. 

Ricardo's breathing became labored and he moaned loudly as the additional new sensations of pure pleasure that Shannon provided combined with what was already driving him wild to make it almost impossible for him to maintain control.

Shannon sensed that Ricardo was having a problem holding back so she squeezed his balls a little tighter causing enough discomfort to help him gain control again. 

Tony sat mesmerized as he watched and heard everything happening in the bedroom, almost unable to believe that it was happening less than twenty feet away inside his house. His balls ached for release and he was so excited that he could only stroke his cock for a few minutes before he had to back off to keep from shooting his load all over the place. Carla was so wrapped up in her ecstasy that she wasn't able to give Tony a running description of what was happening anymore, all he could hear coming through the phone line were moans and whimpers of pure animal lust as Carla came closer to reaching her climax.

Bryce kept slowly sliding his meat between Carla's breasts driving his need and her pleasure to new levels. The ripples of pleasure Bryce felt were very intense especially when Carla wrapped the smooth round beads around the head of his cock and used her talented tongue and mouth to suck and lick him expertly. Knowing that he was very close Bryce looked down into Carla's devilish green eyes and warned, "Damn Carla you're hot fucking mouth feels so good! If you keep that up I'm going to give you a mouth full of cream."

Carla was almost ready to lose control herself so she looked up into Bryce's deep blue eyes and replied, "What are you waiting for! Give it to me Bryce! Shoot your cream down my throat!" Carla's words were music to his ears. What man in his right mind wouldn't want a beautiful woman like Carla to swallow his cream. Bryce sliced his cock through Carla's well oiled tits one last time and when his head appeared Carla wrapped the beads around the swollen purple knob and pulled tightly. She leaned her head forward, opened her mouth wide, and engulfed the head and beads in her hot wet oral cavern and sucked as hard as she could.

Bryce threw his head back grunting and groaning as his milky white cream, finally exploded into Carla's hot sucking mouth with great force. Stream after stream of the hot juice shot down her throat and Carla swallowed as fast as she could but still had a hard time keeping up with it all.

After hearing Bryce climax Shannon let her tongue and mouth dance wildly on Carla's clit and Ricardo's cock, quickly bringing both of them to the edge. 

Carla knew that her orgasm was imminent so she gave Bryce's cock one last hard suck and then let it slide out of her mouth.

Even though his cock was spent Bryce stayed in position on top of Carla and Ricardo and let his fingers pinch and twist Carla's nipples hard. Bringing Carla the most pleasure he could and helping her to climax again was the least he could do after she so graciously let him come in her unbelievable mouth and swallowed his cream. Carla's breathing was coming in raged gulps and Bryce watched the expression on Carla's face change rapidly as the first orgasmic wave crashed down upon her body. 

Ricardo kept sliding his cock in and out of Carla's clutching tunnel. The angle of penetration changed a little which caused his thick cock head to push upwards hitting Carla's g-spot, and the intensity of the new sensations pushed her over the edge. 

Carla's head thrashed back and forth on the bed as she moaned, "Oh yes....! Oh yes........! I'm coming!" She screamed and moaned lewd comments as wave after wave of white hot pleasure scorched her body and delivered another series of three or four intense orgasms. 

Ricardo had been on the edge for quite some time and the combination of feeling Carla's vaginal walls spasm around his cock as she came hard, and Shannon licking his cock and fondling his balls was too much. Ricardo's hips lifted upwards off the bed driving as much of his shaft into Carla's clutching pussy as he could, while he moaned wildly and shot ribbon after ribbon of hot white sauce into her hungry pussy.

As soon as she felt Ricardo empty his cream into Carla's pussy Shannon couldn't wait any longer for some satisfaction of her own. She buried two fingers deep in her own pussy and furiously flicked her clit back and forth with her thumb. She continued to eat Carla's pussy while trying to satisfy her own burning need that had been torturing her ever since they got started tonight. Within a minute or two Shannon was also moaning profusely as she experience a series of three or four quick but satisfying orgasms.

Tony almost lost control again as the incredible sounds and sights of his three friends pleasuring Carla and themselves overwhelmed his senses. All you could hear coming from the room was the sound of four people who were still softly moaning, sighing, and breathing hard from all the excitement and sexual energy expended.

Bryce got up and went to the bathroom and Carla rolled off of Ricardo who went to the other bathroom to clean up, leaving the two woman alone. Like a cat hungry for some cream Shannon pounced on Carla's pussy and used her tongue to scoop up Ricardo's white sauce as it oozed from Carla's pussy, holding it in her mouth with swallowing. Shannon crawled on top of Carla, rubbing against her pussy and breasts on the way, and gave her a long hot wet kiss as the two women shared the mixed contents of Bryce, Ricardo, and Carla's nectars with each other.

Everyone took a fifteen minute break while they enjoyed some ice cold Corona's that really went down quickly since they were all overheated from their physical activity. 

Carla talked on the phone with Tony telling him how amazing the last hour had been for her, and told him that she wasn't mad anymore, and that everything was going to be okay between them. 

Once she thought that everyone had rested enough Shannon took charge again. Shannon looked into Carla's eyes that were still lust filled and asked, "Would your sweet pussy like some more loving?"

With a twinkle in her emerald green eyes and a wicked smile Carla replied, "Hell yes! I'd have to be crazy not to want more of what all three of you have to offer!" Then Carla turned onto her side in the middle of the bed, looked Ricardo in the eyes, and motioned with her finger for him to come closer as she said, "Poor baby your cock looks like it needs some special attention!"

Ricardo liked the sound of Carla's sexy voice saying that to him. He grinned from ear to ear as he crawled onto the bed and approached her.

Carla reached out and grabbed Ricardo's limp cock and pulled it towards her mouth. She opened wide and took the whole soft shaft down to his balls into her mouth, and wrapped her lips around the base and sucked softly nursing it back to life. 

Watching the hot sensuous brunette swallow him down to his balls was an amazing sight. Ricardo's balls felt like an electric shock had passed through them, and his cock sprang to life instantly and started to expand within Carla's mouth. As ripples of pleasure pulsed through his body Ricardo couldn't help but think that there just wasn't any better feeling in life than having a hot woman sucking your cock. Ricardo's big strong hands roamed Carla's breasts touching her in ways that made her whimper and moan around his cock.

Tony was glad the action had started again. His cock had withered while they took a break but when he heard Carla make that salacious comment to Ricardo his own cock twitched again, reminding him how much he wished it was his cock that Carla was sucking.  

Carla worked her oral magic on Ricardo's cock as it continued to expand and fill her mouth. In less than a minute Carla had revived Ricardo's cock completely, and she had to back off a little in order to accommodate his thickness. She used her wet mouth, slippery tongue, and hot lips to drive Ricardo crazy.

Ricardo moaned wildly as Carla made him rock hard again. He was so excited that he practically yelled, "Damn woman you're an unbelievable hot fuck, and such a good cocksucker!

Bryce stood there watching Carla suck on Ricardo's shaft. Having just emptied a load down her throat not too long ago Bryce knew just how exquisite Carla's mouth felt when she was enjoying herself. Just watching her in action caused Bryce's monster cock to harden again. 

Shannon looked over at Bryce standing there watching Carla and Ricardo on the bed and was amazed that after coming twice Bryce was hard again. She quickly retrieved another item from her bag and went over to where Bryce was standing. Shannon dropped to her knees in front of him and stroked him a couple of times and then slipped the combination cock ring and ball harness over his erect cock and balls. Shannon tightened the leather straps of the harness until Bryce winced letting her know they were as tight as she dared make them. His massive cock looked even bigger and more menacing framed in leather. The harness would keep his shaft hard for a long time. Shannon gave the swollen knob a quick lick and a hard wet suck as a reward, and then stood up and looked into his baby blue eyes. Shannon whispered instructions to Bryce and he went around to the other side of the bed and laid down lengthwise with his face pointed directly at Carla's nice round ass. For the time being he just laid there waiting for Shannon to let him know when to begin. 

Shannon joined the trio on the bed and curled up next to Carla with her head directly lined up with Carla's pussy. Shannon was one of those special women who enjoyed making love to another woman just as much as she liked being with a man. Carla's sweet pussy had tasted so good earlier and Shannon wanted to have another helping before the night was over. Shannon could see Carla expertly bringing Ricardo unbelievable pleasure with her hot wet mouth.

Shannon nodded to Bryce and he lifted one of Carla's stocking covered legs into the air causing her pussy to spread wide open. Bryce used his mouth and tongue to lick and kiss Carla's pussy lips, teasing the sensitive clit that was hiding underneath. After a minute of tasting her delicious pussy and the nectar that was leaking out of her opening Bryce let his tongue stab at the entrance to her pussy, and slipped an inch or two inside. Bryce let his tongue dance back and forth inside the tight entrance causing Carla to squirm against his mouth and moan loudly. Then he removed his juice coated tongue from her pussy and licked his way backwards a short distance, and let his tongue trace slow lazy circles around her rosebud causing Carla to whimper uncontrollably. He scooped up some juice that was overflowing from her pussy and used it to lubricate his finger. 




Unforgettable Date



I was so nervous. We had had an incredible date he was headed home. After emptying my bank account, I had prepaid for an exceptional dinner and a limousine for the ride. The dinner had been great and we were both cuddled together in the back of the limousine. She looked so sexy in her short black dress. She was leaning against my chest while I guiltily thought about how she would look naked when she whispered into my ear, "Have you ever slept with a girl?" I instantly went red and shook my head slightly. Then she asked me if I wanted to touch her. Very nervously, I nodded.

She then took my hand and placed in on her bare thigh, directly below her dress line. I was frozen in place until she gave my hand a push upwards. My heart began to pound in my chest as I inched my hand up her thigh. She pulled up her dress slightly and let my hand slip under it. My fingers touched her first and I realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. I instantly became excited at the fact of touching a girl for the first time. Not knowing what the hell to do, but not wanted to look like an idiot, I slowly rubbed my fingers up and down her. She closed her eyes and squeezed my arm in response. This seemed to be a good sign so I began to rub a little harder. She squeezed my arm hard and bit her lower lip. This was extremely sexy to me and I felt myself harden and push against my dress pants. She started to become wet under my fingers and I felt it was easier to slide them up and down her lips. Wanting to please her more, I very gently slid my middle finger into her and she gasp and shuddered. 

Checking to make sure the glass separating the driver was up, I began to slide my finger in and out of her. Slowly at first, but soon building speed as her breathing quickened. Without thinking, I slid another finger into her and felt her lips contract around my fingers as she came against my hand. Smiling at me, looking very flushed, she took my hand and pulled it to her lips where she then began to lick and suck her cum from my fingers. This turned me on immensely and I had to adjust myself inside my pants. 

Seeing what I was doing, she slid my zipper down and unbuttoned my pants and pulled them to my feet. She leaned in and kissed me and she pulled my boxers down as well. I moaned gently into her lips as her hand wrapped around my hard dick and I felt myself slide down in my seat. I closed my eyes as she stroked me up and down, rubbing the tender skin on my head with her thumb. Loving her soft hand around me I began to relax until I felt her slip my dick into her mouth. My hand went to the back of her head and my fingers wove through her hair as she gently sucked me into her mouth. My lips parted as I moaned softly to myself. I had never been with a girl like this before and it was not long before long that I was cumming softly into her mouth. She swallowed it greedily and looked at me with amber eyes and again leaned against me. Before long she looked at me again and ask me if I would have sex with her. 

I was so taken aback by her request that there was nothing to do but say yes. My pants were still around my feet as I tried to unzip her dress with my shaking hands. The zipper finally slid down and revealed her smooth back. I traced my fingers down her and she shivered and giggled as it tickled her. 

She turned back to me, letting me gaze upon her fully naked body before swinging her leg over me and tried to lower herself onto me. After I few unsuccessful attempts, I helped her by holding myself directly under her and pulling her down onto me. Her pussy was still wet from cumming and made it easy for me to slide into her. I had barley pushed into her when she relaxed herself and pushed me completely into her. We both moaned, feeling each other connect and intertwine. She began to slowly rock up and down on me, my hard dick slipping in and out of her. I slipped out of her a couple times before we began to move in unison. 

For those unforgettable minutes, everything seemed to slow to a crawl. Her beautiful body, naked on top of me, moving with my rhythm. Her mouth opened and softly moaning and saying my name. Our breathing unified, as if we lived as one person. I felt myself coming close to cumming and I told her this, she looked at me and smiled, as she trusted harder onto me. We both came together; I thrust myself deep into her and moaned as her backed arched and she pushed herself onto me and shuddered as she came all over me. We sat there for a few frozen seconds with me inside her, her sweaty body lying against mine. I whispered in her ear I love you. And planned to have another date very soon.



Unforgettable Hairdresser Greg



My tribute to the student hairdresser named Greg whom I’ll never forget.

*

I was fifteen years old. It was 1972. Mom had two coupons for free hair stylings at a local beauty college. She let me make use of both coupons. I don't recall much about the first styling.

I will never forget the second. 

The student hairdresser who would perform that styling introduced himself to me as Greg. 

It occurred to me that we were both unusual in that beauty college setting. Greg was a man in a sea of women and I was a teenager in a sea of gray and white elderly heads.

Greg was a handsome young man. He had an attractive face with bright eyes and a ready smile. He was blonde and I've always had a special liking for yellow hair. His hair was shoulder length and styled so that it fell in waves.

I was immediately and strongly attracted to Greg -- and just as immediately embarrassed by that feeling.

After he received the coupon, he asked, "Is there any special way you'd like me to style your hair?"

"No," I said, smiling back and shrugging my shoulders.

"Just anything I want to do?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"I thank you," he said, taking a little bow at what he seemed to take as my implicit compliment to his good judgment or perhaps the privilege of being the decision maker on what he would do with my hair. 

I was charmed by the gesture of that bow. I was really getting a strong crush on Greg and feared it must show.

We went to the place where hair was washed. Greg shampooed my hair. Then we returned to the station where he began working on my cleansed and wet hair and putting it in curlers. "Do you know any good jokes?" he asked.

Tongue-tied, I didn't dare start telling the vulgar jokes I heard -- and told -- to my high school acquaintances. "No," I said. 

As Greg worked on my hair, I noticed his arms. The muscles in Greg's arms were not especially bulky but they were wonderfully well-defined and I enjoyed watching the way the bicep and muscles in the forearms naturally tensed and relaxed under his skin as he moved within that unbuttoned white coat that was the beauty school uniform. As he worked, I sometimes giggled from sheer adolescent self-consciousness at the feelings this man aroused and Greg would look into my eyes and smile as if to ask, "What is so funny?" I was reminded of the irony of my negative answer when asked if I knew any good jokes. It seemed we were both having a lot of fun despite the relative absence of conversation.

At one point a drop of water touched the top of my ear, sending a delightful tingle through me. 

After Greg had put my hair in curlers, he escorted me to one of the rows of hair dryers. Before I went under the dryer, Greg asked, "Would you like a soft drink?"

"Would I have to pay for it?" I asked.

Greg chuckled. "I could buy it for you," he generously offered. 

"No, thank you," I replied. 

After my time under the dryer, I was back at Greg's station. He took my hair out of the curlers, brushed and combed it. He appeared to be very interested in the hair and what he was doing with it. I remember being impressed by how much he seemed to enjoy his work. Of course, he was only a student hairdresser so he had not been doing it long enough to tire of it but I thought he was a lucky person to be doing something he liked. 

When he had my hair fixed to his satisfaction, Greg waved a brush at one of the teachers and said, "Comb out check, please."

At my previous beauty college hairstyling, the woman who performed it had not asked for a comb-out check so I knew it was not always done. I felt flattered that Greg asked for the check of my hair -- perhaps unreasonably flattered as what he was asking her to look over was HIS work. Still that work was on my hair so I thought I must look very nice in the hairdo he had created.

The teacher was a woman with carrot-orange hair that she wore piled up on her head. The pair of them examined my hair and fussed over it, both seeming quite pleased with the job Greg had done. I gazed into the mirror, also liking what I saw. 

"She has tough hair," the woman said.

"Tough hair," Greg seconded.

I wondered if they meant that my hair was somehow harder or more substantial than most hair or if "tough" was used in the slang sense of "good" but I didn't ask.

I never saw Greg after that one styling but I thought about him often. I still think about him on occasion. 

Greg's image regularly popped into my mind in two very different contexts. One was during sexual fantasies. The other was when I heard someone complain about a job he or she disliked and I would think about how nice it would be if we could all be as enthusiastic about our work as Greg seemed to be when he fixed my hair.

Some readers may point out what they see as an irony in my having a crush on Greg since he was training to enter an occupation long known to be gay-friendly. It just so happens that I have been well acquainted with several male hairdressers -- most of them straight. I have no idea whether Greg was gay, straight, bi, or asexual. I do know that he was heterosexual -- and heterosexually hungry -- in my frequent and fevered teenaged fantasies featuring him. 

I have no way of knowing whether or not Greg is still alive. If he is, I'm aware that it is quite possible that in the decades since my memorable free hair styling, the waves of blonde hair I so admired on him may well have fallen off his head, leaving a bald dome or motivating the wearing of a toupee. I would prefer to imagine that Greg has aged into a gray-haired "silver fox." I hope -- and believe that I am not being unrealistic in hoping -- that Greg is now an elderly man with nice, cleanly defined muscles, a twinkle in his eyes, a ready smile, and a charming manner. 

I have no idea as to how long he worked in hairdressing or if he eventually went into other occupations. I'm aware that, if still alive, Greg is probably now retired. I wish that he could know what a powerful and lasting impression he made on a shy fifteen-year-old; I know that he cannot. 

I'll never forget the handsome young man who seemed so very happy in his work. 

I hope that he was always as happy at whatever he chose to do as he was on the long-ago day that he fixed my hair. I hope that he is still happy at whatever he might be doing today.

Here's to you, Greg! 



Unforgettable Journey



The view from the train was unbelievable; the mountains seemed to grow as I looked at them. It was if they had been put there just for me to see and I thought this was the most beautiful country I had ever seen. What was even better was that we had another two hours of this view while the train track snaked through the mountains.

I was on my way to a new job in a small cottage up in the mountains and the train was to stop at the nearest town so that I could be picked up and taken away. It was only a summer job and I needed the experience. I was sure I could cope miles from civilisation for a couple of months. I had my books, imagination and time on my hands, what more did I need.

“He lay her down on the bed and kissed the nape of her neck. She wriggled beneath him as he inserted two fingers inside her wetness...” It was not the kind of books I normally read but it seemed worth a giggle. It was very interesting to read a book that was describing exactly the feelings I could experience. I was even imagining myself as the girl in the story and feeling as hot and wet as she was. I began to wriggle in my seat!

My concentration was broken by a group of lads at the other end of the carriage, who had fallen about, in feats of laughter. I looked up at them and smiled and then went back to my story. They where my only companions on the train and I wondered if they had any idea about what I was reading. I looked back at them and smiled again but this time just to myself.

I decided to play a little game and imagined one of them as the man in my story. He had the same hair colour and was the same build as the character in my book. He was actually quite cute, they all where, I remember watching them as I got on the train. I must have been staring quite intently at them as my character got up and came over to me.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but I thought you might have recognised me as you where staring at me a lot”

“Oh I’m sorry. It’s just that you look like the character in my book.” I replied rather sheepishly.

“What’s the book, I do a lot of reading my self”, I pointed the front cover at him and to my surprise he recognised it.

“Isn’t that an erotic novel?” I began to blush and gave out a little giggle.

“Yelp!”

“Cool, good?”

“Yep!” I was smiling right at him and he at me.

“Sorry, I’m Tom, I’m going to that town Brinton, were all going on a walking holiday”

“Picked a nice area for it, I’m just starting a new job.”

Conversation carried on for what seemed ages as the train rattled hypnotically down the track. Every so often the other lads looked over and then went to gossiping about us and how Tom had had the confidence to come over and talk to me. Tom was a flirt and the conversation soon returned to the story I was reading and suggestions where flying around the conversation.

“Have you ever thought about it then?”

“Excuse me?”

“Shagging a stranger”

“In my dreams!” I wondered what he was getting at. “It’s only in stories that happens.”

“But would you?”

“Would you?” 

He looked straight at me and stood up. He walked to the end of the carriage and beckoned me over. I was either being naive or I didn’t quite realise what he was about to do. I got up and followed him. The carriage went deathly silent as we walked out into the 'inbetweenie' bit you get in-between the carriages. Eyes followed us out and stopped the other side of the slidy door.

“What” I said as he looked at me. He never replied and took my head in his hands and kissed me. I tried to pull away in an attempt to be horrified but he held me close and I decided to kiss him back with all the lust I had. He pushed me up to the wall and I could feel a bulge in his jeans. He must have got turned on at the thought of me reading the book.

Hands and legs where everywhere. I never thought myself to be a tart but I was loosing it and loving it. I let all respect go and soon my top was up, bra pushed aside and he was sucking my nipples hard. I wanted sex so bad. I was in need of a good fuck. I was desperate and feeling really horny. He was so passionate.

“Do you want me?” He whispered under his breath. I could hardly speak to answer him and all I managed was a low soft groan. He unzipped his flies and took out his cock. I dropped to my knees and took him in to my mouth and sucked hard. He was so firm and the skin soft. His head was ruby red and glistening with my spit.

He was breathing long and hard and was so close to shooting his load down my throat. He pulled me up and dived his tongue where his cock had just been and kissed me again. He put a hand up my dress and moved my pants aside. I was dripping wet and he rubbed my juices around my lips. He lifted me up a little against the wall and rammed his cock inside me. 

I nearly came there and then. He was fast and vigorous and I could feel his strength behind every thrust. He buried his head in my neck, sucked, nibbled and bit me into a frenzy. I could feel the tension well up inside him so I held my breath and felt my orgasm come. I panted and groaned and then felt him give one last thrust as he finished his orgasm.

We just stayed there a moment in each other’s arms, kissing. We both began to catch our breath back when the door to the carriage opened.

“You’re not going to have her all to your self are you Tom?” I looked at looked at him in shook and looked at Tom. 

I must have had a look on my face that did not say no although I am not sure what I thought. Tom backed away, sorted himself out and I just stood there. That must have been the signal he needed as he came up, placed a finger under my chin and lifted up my head. I was still throbbing from Tom and I was ready for more. He ran his tongue over my lips and sucked and bit my lips. 

I was still in a state of shook but allowing myself to me swept along with the situation. He was horney as hell and running at high revs. There was no stopping him and I didn’t want to. He turned me over, tugged at his flies, lifted up my leg and rammed his cock in me. He took my breath away and I never caught it again till he came quicker than Tom.

I then decided to then take control of the situation.

“Is that all?”

“Why you want more?”

“What do you have to offer?

“Not me...” He grabbed my arm and took me back in to the carriage.

“Do you do this regularly then?”

“Would you believe me if I said no?”

“I’m not sure” I did not know what to believe, but I was sure that I was in a carriage with six healthy and horney men. I was the only woman and we had an hour and a half to kill.

Tom and his friend sat down and I went over to the nearest man who was right in front of me. We embraced and kissed; he circled my tongue and delved deep in my mouth. We were standing there entwined in each other and I felt a hand up my legs, the hand pulled my pants down and returned to feel my still hot cunt. I could feel another hand undo my top and pull it off my shoulders.

I was being touched, caressed, kissed and had hands all over me. I was pushed on to the floor and on to my back. I closed my eyes and relaxed into the hypnotic rattle of the train down the track. My body was being spoilt with attention. I was soon lying there naked, with a number of semi-naked men doing a number of different things to my body.

One was knelt in-between my thighs and was kissing and sucking at my clit. There were fingers in my cunt, up my arse, two mouths on my breasts chewing at my nipples and one mouth to my mouth. I don’t know how many orgasms I was having, only that they seemed to all merge into one.

I don’t think that for one minute that any of them were gay or promiscuous, just taken over with the moment as I was. The one who had been eating me out raised his head and I could see a hard cock ready to fuck me. He thrust his cock into me and pumped away. I arched my back in pleasure and felt another mouth near my cunt. 

I was being fucked and sucked at the same time. I could not believe it and I came almost instantly. I was a live wire of energy. I watched, as the cock slid in and out of my cunt and almost touching was the tongue flicking over my clit. The guy in my cunt came and left my body limp and exhausted. 

I felt another head of a cock inching towards my hole but I was encouraged to turn over before it did. I was on all fours and this eager cock invaded me. In front of me I was presented with another eager erect cock with no where to go. I took it into my hand and swallowed it down. I was being filled from both ends. I did not know if I could have kept it up but the desire to please kept me going. I was being used but with out me these men would have remained frustrated and deprived.

I was massaging the balls in front of me while I sucked on his cock. I was flicking my tongue over his end and I could hear him groan and sigh in pleasure. He has his hand on the back of my head and every so often grabbed my hair, pushed my head back to watch his cock slide in and out of my mouth. At those points he was in control and would thrust almost his full length inside me.

I had not finished with him when I felt the cock from my cunt disappear with out coming. I felt a body slide underneath me so I repositioned myself and sat down on his cock. I began to suck away again on my awaiting lollie when I felt a finger up my arse again. The finger was smearing juices from my cunt to my arse hole. I knew what was coming and felt my arse stretched as the third cock to enter my body.

It felt like I was having a permanent orgasm. I was throbbing from head to toe. I was being filled with love juice in three orifices and lapping up all of it. The three men managed to come all at the same time. They all collapsed and I was left to give Tom the last piece of the action. 

I was well greased and let him fuck my arse as my cunt was on fire with all the action it had seen in the last half an hour. He sat down and had me sit on top of him facing away. He again liked to be dominant and pulled my hair to the speed he wanted to go. The others had to watch as I slid up and down his groaning cock and watched him come in my arse. If time had not been a factor, things would have not stopped there.

We all dressed and embraced each other. I had never let my inhibitions go so much and never felt so much power over so many men all at once, and never had so many orgasms.



Unforgettable Massage



One day Akash visited our spa and I was doing the massage. He expressed how better would it be if it was a home service (massage at home). Then I told him I can do it if you don't inform the management of the spa. As the charges also would be very low comparatively to the spa which costs around 3k to 5k, he readily agreed and took my contact number.

After 15 days I received a call from Akash asking for an appointment on a weekend. The appointment was fixed for Saturday and I reached the given destination around 11 am in the morning. His wife Sheetal (name changed) opened the door with hardly opening her eyes. She had just woke up and was wearing a spegi and lose pajama's... My heart skipped a beat when I saw this beautiful sexy hot lady standing right in front of me. She asked me who am I and why have I come here? I informed her about the appointment which her husband had taken and she welcomed me in and asked me to sit on the sofa in the hall... after 5 minutes her husband came and greeted me and I asked if we could start.

We went to his bedroom and started the massage. All the while when I was massaging my client I couldn't stop thinking about his wife. I just couldn't imagine massaging her... after almost 25 minutes my dream girl came in and was watching the massage. I broke the silence by saying a Hello and asked her whether she has taken a massage earlier for which she said no... she was very interested to go for a massage but never tried one as she was a little scared... I told her that reputed spas are safe and there is nothing to worry about. Then she asked me various doubts regarding the massage for which I was very happy to answer.

And then she asked me whether I even massage ladies too. I was very professional and told her that a client is a client, it might be a guy or lady it doesn't matter for which she felt very impressed. The massage was over and I left with great disappointment as I couldn't massage her...

Just 2 days after the massage that is on Monday I got a call from unknown number. I took the call and heard a very sexy voice say hello...

Sheetal - Am I talking to Mr Rohan?

Me-yes. Please tell me how can I help you??

She then introduced herself and I acted as if I don't remember but couldn't take her out of my mind ever since Saturday. Though I had massaged many ladies she was too hot, may be the hottest I have ever seen. And then I told her what does she want. She said she wanted to take a massage. I was speechless and then she said something which broke my heart... she said she wants a lady therapist for which I answered lady therapist don't come home they are available in spa... for which she was disappointed and then I said that I can do the massage if she wants for which she dint speak for a while and agreed after sometime with a confused mind. She asked me if I was free for tomorrow(Tuesday) for which I said yes. It's off for me tomorrow as we get many clients on weekends...

I couldn't believe my luck and was dying for 12 pm...

I reached her place by 11.45 and saw her waving off her husband and then called me on my phone and asked me to come. I reached her home intentionally after 5 minutes and asked her if we can go ahead.

She was very scared and asked me what would she have to wear during the massage as she has never taken one... I just asked her to wear whatever she is comfortable with as less as the clothes she could put on...

She wore a silky black one piece night wear which ended till her knees... I asked her to relax and switched on the ac covered her with a towel and started with her feet...

Electric waves passed through my body when I touched her... I slowly massaged feet and then applied oil on her left leg. Massaged there for a while then moved to her sexy soft milky white thighs... she just moved a little as I raised her gown till her bumms. Then started to massage her thighs... first I just entered the tip of my fingers in panty above her hips for which she dint react... I felt a little comfortable and moved her panty in between her bumms... Gosh it was such a sexy ass... I then started massaging her ass for which she left a low moan. And then I did the same with the right leg and then started to massage her ass from both the sides and spread her in meanwhile...

I then moved to the opposite direction that is from head to the direction of legs and started massaging her ass and inner thighs. Her body shivered when massaged I first touched her inner thighs. Then I wanted to tease her a little and started touching the sides of her panty line. She just closed her eyes and was just enjoying her massage.

I understood that she is hot and horny but wanted to tease her a little more... I did the same for almost 10 mins and shifted to her back... I asked her to undo the straps of 1 piece for which she responded in seconds... I started with the lower back and headed towards the upper back and I started to touch the sides of her beautiful big 34 size boobs. They were so soft. She dint object neither did she stop me.

I kept doing for a while and asked her to turn around for me to massage her front side of the body... she was confused as she was topless and then I understood her problem and told her that I would cover her with a napkin without using the word Boobs for which she felt good. Then I covered a her boobs with a napkin and got a glimpse her beautiful boobs... I covered her boobs as if all of her cleavage was seen and she couldn't see it as her eyes were closed.

Then I again started with her feet and then slowly moved towards her thighs. I could see her panty which was already oozing with her lovely juices and was very wet...

I started massaging her thighs and slowly slid my fingers inside her panty line on her thighs for which she moved each time I did it. Then I started massaging both her upper thighs and massaged her inner thighs when I was heading up back... I brushed my fingers a lot of times on her pussy lips and she had her eyes tightly closed with immense pleasure. I couldn't believe my luck when I touched her pussy lips above her panty and she dint object.

Then I started massaging her hands and then headed towards her navel... I just pulled her panty just above her pussy lips and realised she is clean. I massaged her there for a while and I guess she cum once are twice already I could feel her shiver and go numb for few seconds... then I started with her shoulders and after 5 mins started to take my hands lower and started to massage her cleavage and slowly managed to pull down the napkin above 1 breast... she was all lost in a another world and couldn't understand what was happening to her... I then started to massage both sides of the cleavage for which she shivered again and started moving with my strokes...

Now I got the green signal as she was even moaning and then started to massage her half covered boobs under the napkin... in just a minute the napkin fell aside and she was completely topless and I started to massage let's say started to press and squeeze her boobs with more pressure. I then circled her big poking hard nipples and was teasing her for 2 minutes when she lost control and took my hands and kept on her nipples.

I started to tease her boobs with soft and prolonged circles which at times ended up teasing her hard nipple between my thumb and index for which she started to moan and say don't stop... please don't stop... I was getting excited and my tool was inching to get out of the tracks and I stated to press my dick on head. She suddenly turned around pulled my tracks down and gave me the best blowjob and I shot in her which she swallowed without wasting it... I then made her stand and knelt between her lovely thunder thighs and teased her jewel crown with my warm tongue sending goose bumps all over her body making her shiver in excitement to accommodate more of my warm tongue inside her lovely juicy heavenly pussy she held my hair tight and pushed my face as deep as she could inside her pussy.

She started to circle her waist to feel my tongue on either sides of her slippery pussy inner walls and continued enjoying the moment for the next 15 mins or so for the first time i never kept the count on her multiple orgasms but i enjoyed her reciprocating to every move of mine. she filled her juices all over me making me glitter like a honey soaked apple dripping with her lovely aromatic juices. latter she teased my hard 8 inch cock with her tongue through the length and for the first time i experienced the pleasure of my balls being sucked for so long, we were in 69 when she was giving me BJ and we continued exploring each other for the next (i don't really know but it was the best moment i ever experienced).

She was very excited and exhausted at the same time and slipped helplessly into the bed, i took her to the hot tub cleaned her and gave a nice ayurvedic scrub to her complete body which made her relax further and got her back to bed room and made her relax.

She thanked me for being so kind and gentle and offered me the amount we spoke earlier, for the first time i rejected the amount and thanked her in return for the life cherishing experience she made me experience. While leaving she accompanied me and said she knows how to return the favour and asked me to visit her after 2 days.

*****

Well that hot steaming session will be in my next part.

Hope you guys enjoyed reading my experience.

Please do take your time to leave your priceless comments and compliments (if any).



Unforgettable Moments



Author's Note: The very first comment on my first published story was from an enigmatic Literotarian appellationed madalice. She avered a fetish for blowjobs and offered the following challenge to those who perused her Biography tab.

Married, monogamous, occasionally bored and wanting to hear and ONLY hear what you would like to do if you were in a dark room with me on my knees in front of you and you had 20 minutes to do whatever you wanted before you had to leave. Not interested in meeting, emailing, or chatting, just want to hear your fantasies.

I wrote the following story in response to her challenge. When it was published I contacted her to tell her what I'd done. I never heard from her. Not once. But I still think of her fondly from time to time.







Unforgettable Night



This is a true story. It recounts my very first tentative foray into the world of pleasure. Looking back, I believe I was fortunate to have been ushered into this delectable realm by the gentle persuasion of a very caring, very sensual woman.

*

Sam was a year older than I was, about my height, with long, wavy blond hair - attractive, but more of an athletic type than the dainty female kind. She had a boyfriend she'd been seeing for a couple of years, so I never really saw any indication that she'd be interested in another woman. And I certainly wasn't. I was a virgin, in every sense of the word, had not yet known an orgasm. She was not.

She wasn't my original college roommate, with whom I soon found myself to be at odds, though we put up a cordial front. So when I met Sam through a classmate of mine, and we hit it off right away, we decided to room together, my original roommate also having made a more suitable alliance. Sam and I settled in seamlessly - we became good friends, went to parties together, double dated, enjoyed hanging out with mutual friends - in other words, life was easy with her. But there was never anything more than friendship between us - not a look, not a touch, nothing whatsoever.

One day in early spring, I came down with a mild flu - nothing bad, just a low-grade fever and utter exhaustion. I was stuck in bed for a couple of days, during which time she fussed over me like a mother hen, always making sure I had anything I needed, bringing me soup and medicine - you name it, she did it. One night, when my fever was making me uncomfortable, she wet a washcloth with cool water and laid it on my forehead. It felt so good, cooling me off enough that I could finally fall asleep.

I woke up sometime later in the night - the room was dark, with only a small nightlight behind one of the desks, giving off just enough light that if we had to get up in the middle of the night, we wouldn't kill ourselves - and I saw her sitting on the edge of my bed, lightly rubbing the cool washcloth over my neck and chest, above the top of my nightshirt. I told her she didn't need to do that, I was fine, but she said I'd been moaning in my sleep and figured it was because of the fever - told me not to worry about it, just go back to sleep. Her ministrations were cooling, comforting, and I was so tired ... I eventually drifted back off to sleep.

When I awoke a while later, she was again sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping me with the wet washcloth, telling me that I'd been moaning again. But this time I discovered she'd unbuttoned the top buttons on my shirt so that the washcloth was now not only going over my neck and chest, but down between my breasts as well. I felt uncomfortable with this and took the washcloth from her - told her she should get some sleep, that I would be ok. She retrieved the washcloth from me, freshened it with more cool water, and laying it back on my forehead, left my side to climb into her bed, telling me to wake her should I have need of anything.

The hour was late now, and I had fallen into a deep, if troubled, sleep; if there was any further contact between us before I next awoke, I wouldn't remember it. I only recall waking up a third time to find her sitting on the bed, leaning over me, whispering that I'd had a bad dream, that everything was ok. She was comforting me, caressing, pushing back my hair, running her hands down my arms, then across my stomach, under the blanket. Slowly, she moved her hands up over my rib cage, on up to my breasts, lightly stroking them over my shirt. I froze, didn't know what to do, what to think. I started to ask her what she was doing, but she cut me off, shushing me, telling me to "just relax." I was so confused; I just lay there while she moved her thumbs back and forth over my nipples that had started to harden under my shirt. I liked the feel of it, and it started to arouse me, but when she began to unbutton more of my shirt, I impulsively grabbed the front of it to keep it closed, not sure I wanted her to go any further with this ... whatever 'this' was. She took my hands from my shirt and laid them on the bed at my sides, telling me that she was merely exploring something, wanted to see if I'd enjoy it. I just couldn't seem to comprehend what was happening - so naive - I simply couldn't grasp the idea of a woman touching me so intimately. Dumbly, I let her unbutton my shirt, tried to relax, see what would happen. She pulled it open then, exposing my breasts, and I panicked, quickly covering them with my hands. I needed to know why she was doing this, what she wanted from me. She leaned over me until we were face to face and asked if I'd ever been with a woman before. I just stared at her, couldn't think of what to say, wondering why I would ever want to be with a woman. But all I said was no.

She said nothing more, moved down, taking my hand off my breast and putting her mouth there, began to suckle me. A feeling like a bolt of lightning seared through me, the effect was so instant, so intense. I couldn't believe how good it felt. While she continued her suckling, she pushed my hand off my other breast and started kneading it, pinching my nipple. I can't put into words how I felt - I was so suddenly, so highly aroused. I'd never been touched there before, much less felt anything like this, and I'd often wondered if my reaction to her would have been different had I already been with a man. I was beyond myself now, overtaken by this new sensation, and my instincts took over. I put one hand on her head, holding her to my breast, my other hand over hers, pressing it harder into my soft flesh. Moans emanated from both of us. She lightly bit my nipple and I felt another jolt shoot through me. She switched then, began suckling at my other breast, and my hips came up, pressing into her, unaware until that moment that her body was on top of mine.

Climbing down off the bed then, she began pulling the covers down. I started to sit up - I couldn't say what was going through my head - I only remember feeling overwhelmed, over-excited, uncertain. As she uncovered me, I was suddenly filled with the same trepidation that I imagined I would feel as a lover was about to claim me, to take my virginity. I felt afraid, unready for this. I was shaking. But before I could get up, she pushed me gently back down on the bed, leaned over me, began to kiss me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Quickly aroused once more, I opened my mouth, kissed her back.

While she distracted me with her kisses, she lay down on top of me again, started kneading a breast. I couldn't help myself - I started to squirm beneath her. She lifted her head, started kissing my neck, my throat, slowly moving down, kissing me all the way down to my breast and started suckling there again, pinching my other nipple. She licked the underside of my breast, kept kissing and licking down my stomach.

When she got to the top of my panties, she started to pull them down, kissing me where they'd been. I lifted my hips and she pulled them all the way down, took them off me, then gently pushed my legs apart, settling herself between them. I started shaking again, uncontrollably. She tried to calm me with a "Shhhhh," caressing my stomach and thighs, then licking and kissing down the inside of one thigh and up the other, until she finally reached my sex, nuzzling me there. It startled me to be touched there like that, and instinctively, I tried to close my legs, but with her lying between them, I couldn't.

She ran her finger through my slit, groaning, telling me how wet I was, then pushed her finger inside me. I felt another shock rip through me. She pulled her finger out, pushed my thighs apart again, and spread my pussy wide open, started licking me. She told me I tasted sweet, held out her finger for me to taste, and I lifted my head to suck on her finger, tasting my essence. I don't think I've ever experienced ... anything ... as hot ... as that ... single ... moment.

And the more she licked me, pushing her tongue into me, the more frenzied I became. I reached down and grabbed her head, pushing my cunt into her face. She started groaning, and I saw her reach down with one hand and put it inside her panties, saw her start to touch herself. And then I felt her finger inside me again, twisting, pushing in and pulling out again, fucking me with it. I let go of her head then ... I was beside myself. My hips came up off the bed, trying to meet her thrusts, but she told me to lie still. And when I did, she put her mouth over my clit and started slowly sucking it into her mouth. That was my very first orgasm. It was indescribable. Wave after wave of raw, pure, unbelievable pleasure coursed through me.

Shortly after that, I heard her climax herself, laying her head on my thigh and moaning. She came up beside me then and kissed me. I could smell and taste myself on her. Without saying a word, she lay down beside me and pulled me into her arms ... with my head on her shoulder, we drifted off to sleep.

After our first sexual encounter, I felt a little shy around Sam - facing her in the daylight as a friend was a far cry from allowing her sexual license with my body in the dark. We never talked about what happened that night. And as undeniable as the pleasure was, so it was equally disturbing. She seemed to sense my disquiet, recognize the multitude of conflicting emotions warring in my head ... and in my body. There was no doubt the desire was there - how could I ever forget such ecstasy? Or not wish to experience it again? But then there were the dark doubts that nagged me - she was a woman, after all, and I wanted a relationship with a man. Didn't I? And what does it say about me that I actually enjoyed - no, loved - a sexual connection with someone of the same sex? What would happen if we had sex again, then again, until we became lovers? And how would I be viewed by my family, my friends, classmates on campus, society in general if I had a woman lover? It was all just so confusing, unnerving.

But she never pushed, never questioned. And we carried on as we always had ... except there were more hugs, more innocent touches, more kisses on the cheek. Eventually, the hugs lasted a little longer, the touches became more intimate, and the kisses were on the lips, lightly, fleetingly, but there. I still hadn't managed to reconcile all my emotions to my satisfaction, but then, I didn't think I ever would. So I just accepted each day as it came, waiting to see where time would take me. Although, had I been brave enough to be honest with myself, I would have had to admit that it wasn't really time that was leading me, it was her.

One day, after the last of our classes, we met up at the campus library, checked out some books - some we needed for classes, others just for fun. It was a beautiful day out, sunny, warm, breezy - the kind of day that just automatically puts you in a good mood. Since it was so nice, we weren't in any hurry to get back to the dorm, even though it was getting late in the afternoon, so we decided instead to walk over to the little cafe just off campus, maybe sip some coffee at one of the outdoor tables, grab a bite to eat. But when we got there, a group of our friends were already seated at a table inside, and they called over for us to join them. We must have been there for over an hour, laughing about someone's hippie professor, discussing plans for the upcoming weekend, exchanging the latest campus gossip.

By the time we'd gotten back to the dorm, it was early evening and we were tired - we'd had a fairly long day of classes, done a lot of walking, enjoyed time with friends. We decided just to climb into our comfy university sweats and settle in for some good reading. 

We had one big, cushy chair in our room between the desks, a nice reading light by it, some oversize pillows tossed on the floor nearby. When we realized each of us was eyeing the comfy chair, we both made a sudden dash for it, but I was just a bit slower, and settled down on one of the floor pillows, leaning back against the front of the chair, next to her legs ... the seat cushion made a convenient pillow for my head. We sat like that for a time, each of us swept up in our separate stories.

After a while, I felt her shift a little in the chair above me, felt her fingers playing with my hair while she continued to read. I was content to let her play, liked the sensation of my hair being toyed with. Finally, I heard the book close in her lap, land on the floor beside the chair. She swung the leg closest to me over my head, lowered it to the floor on the other side of me, coaxing me over towards the middle of the chair with her foot, centering me between her legs. Reaching down then, she gently pulled my hair back, combing it with her fingers, still playing with it while we talked about nothing. I felt her lean down then, place a kiss on the top of my head. I laid my book aside, getting up on my knees in front of the chair, turning to face her. She smiled at me. And suddenly, looking into her eyes, by the grace of divine providence, I understood, the war between my body and my mind finally at peace.

I smiled back, released my sensuality. Reaching up, I took her face in my hands, pulled her down to me, kissed her softly, thoroughly. She parted her lips for me, letting my tongue into her warm mouth, exploring there. I stood up then, straddled her in the chair, pushed her back, kissing her again, more passionately this time. Letting her head fall back, I gently kissed along her jaw line, moving slowly down the side of her neck, licked her throbbing pulse. I heard her sigh, and I lightly bit her neck, delivering a quick, sharp stab of pain, a chill. She let out a small cry, and I softly kissed the spot.

Pulling back, I reached under her t-shirt, pinched the nipples straining against her bra. She groaned, lifting her head to look at me. I pulled her forward, raising her arms over her head, grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it up, tossing it on the floor. Leaning down, I kissed her again as I reached around behind her, unclasped her bra. I pulled back then, bringing the straps with me, let it join the t-shirt. Her breasts were beautiful, nearly perfect, the erect nipples giving away her arousal. I reached down, caressed the softness there, pinched her nipples hard for just a moment, releasing them, replacing my fingers with my tongue. It was the first time I'd ever touched another woman's breasts, ever tasted a nipple. I cupped her breast in my hands as I suckled there, kneading the soft mound, gripping the nipple with my teeth at times, bearing down until I heard her breath catch. Releasing her breast with a kiss there, I tended the other, reveling in the quiet moans I caused.

Raising my head finally, I lightly lay a kiss on her mouth, moved mine lower, placing hot, wet kisses along her neck, eliciting a shiver. I stood up and bent over her, delivering tiny kisses to her shoulder as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her sweats. Leaning back, allowing her to lift her hips for me, I pulled the soft sweats down over her hips, her legs, added them to the pile beside the chair. Raising her hips once more, I pulled down her panties, tossed them in the pile. Kneeling in front of the chair again, I leaned over, kissed her stomach, tasted her navel. Reaching around her, I grabbed her hips, sliding them toward me. She drew her legs up, her heels on the edge of the cushion, letting her thighs fall to each side, to rest against the arms of the chair. Her sex was open to me then, exposed, vulnerable. I could see the wetness there, smell her arousal. Leaning forward, I inhaled her scent, placed tentative kisses on the lips of her wet cunt, working my way outward, licking at the creases where her thighs met her body. I felt her shiver again, and I smiled at this surprising ability I had discovered to give her the pleasure she'd so longed for from me.

She squeezed her breasts, watched me as I licked the length of her slit, lapping up the sweet wetness there. I asked her if she'd like a taste. She nodded her head, grabbed the finger I proffered, covered in her own juice, sucked it, licked it clean. Spreading her pussy lips wider, I began to lick her cunt in earnest, savoring the flavor of her, the warm, wet softness of her sex, plunging my tongue into her hole, exploring. She closed her eyes, let her head fall back against the chair, moans growing louder, hips beginning to move, directing my tongue. Withdrawing my mouth, I began to finger her, stroke her, those strokes becoming more and more bold. I lightly rubbed my thumb against her clit, seeing it, feeling it begin to swell beneath my hand.

Watching her reaction to my touch was breathtaking, her face registering first delight, then rapture. I could feel, see, her body begin to tense, her breathing begin to quicken. I knew what she needed, knew she was balancing on the edge ... knew that I had to push her over. Continuing to fuck her hard with my finger, faster now, I lowered my mouth to her swollen clit, slowly sucked it into my mouth. I heard a loud gasp, then a louder, all-consuming, primitive cry, felt shudder after shudder course through her body. I leaned back, looked up at her face - the rapture I'd seen there now an image of raw ecstasy. So beautiful. It was exhilarating, freeing. A slow smile spread across her face and she opened her eyes, looked down at me, held her arms out to me. Standing up again, I leaned down ... and enfolded myself in her warm embrace.



Unforgettable Night



(Author's Note: Here's a quickie I had to get out of my head before it bored a hole through my skull and escaped on it's own. Enjoy!)



"Goodbye, Lisa!" my girlfriends chime in unison as I get out of the car.

"Kisses!" I titter back and blow them a smooch, a bit tipsy from the six beers I consumed earlier.

They had dropped me half a block from my house so I hustle down the sidewalk, looking up to my parent's second floor bedroom window. The light is out, and if they followed their usual pattern my folks went to bed a couple of hours ago. So far so good.

I creep along the side of the house as quietly as possible, but I trip in the dark over a garden hose I didn't see, drunkenly stumbling sideways. I barely catch myself against the wall, only making a little noise. I hold my breath, my ears straining for signs someone heard me.

The coast seems clear, though, which is a good thing. I'm only 18, and if my mom or dad catch me coming back from a party where I'd been drinking there'll be hell to pay. I am my parent's baby girl, but I might even get kicked out of the house for this. I'm kind of a trouble-maker, after all.

I start to move again, approaching my brother's bedroom window on the first floor, when the light in his room turns on. I freeze. My big brother Zack and older sister Erin had gone out to the bars tonight with a group of their friends so I'm a little surprised my brother is home already. It's only a little past midnight.

Zack is three years older than me, having turned 21 a few months ago, and he and Erin have been hitting the bars a lot so far this summer. Erin, who is ten years older than me at 28, seems happy to have a drinking buddy, but my brother has a tendency to overdo it. More often than not my big sister has to practically carry her younger brother to his room, and I know this because I've helped her get Zack to his bed a few times where he promptly passes out cold.

My eyes widen in panic when Zack's window slides open. I dart into the deeper darkness behind a bush, trying to be still and silent. My imagination is being a turd as I picture Zack poking his head out the window, seeing me, and saying he's gonna tell on me for sneaking out at night.

Zack is usually pretty cool about most stuff, but he can be a bit over-protective. Sometimes it's a pain in the ass, but usually it's just nice he cares so much about me. I don't think he'll rat me out, but I also don't want to take any chances. I listen carefully for any signs I've been busted.

All I hear, though, is my older sister's drunken, giggling voice receding into the room as she says, "There, I opened your window. It's hotter than hell in here."

Zack mumbles something incoherent, then I hear him snoring ever-so-lightly. Yup, he overdid it again.

"Za-ack," my sister calls in a sing-song voice.

I hear a faint rustling and a kind of squeaking sound, as if she's shaking him heavily as he lay in his bed.

"Zack!" she says again, rather sharply this time as I hear the rustle again.

There's silence for a few moments. Come on, Erin...just go to bed already! I'm tired and wanna get back to my room so I can sleep, too. Then my big sister speaks again.

"Welp," she slurs drunkenly, "I guess I'm gonna have to get you out of those clothes, or you'll sweat to death in here."

There's some sort of hidden edge to Erin's tone, making me think she's up to something. Is she going to play a prank on Zack? This might be worth seeing, even if I have to risk getting caught to do so. Erin used to play the most devious pranks back in the day, before she got all serious and started law school. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I sneak forward to peek between the window sill and the curtain above it.

My big brother's bed is lying longways in relation to my view, and sure enough he's passed out cold on it. I get out my phone, double-checking that the sounds are muted, and start the video camera. If Erin is about to play a prank it'll be worth recording for later.

My big sister ambles slowly over to Zack's door and closes it. Then, strangely, she locks it. She makes her way back to the foot of the bed and pulls off my brother's shoes and socks. Erin climbs up the bed between Zack's legs, pushing them open a bit, and reaches up to undo the button on his jeans before unzipping them. It's really weird seeing her do this, and I can't help but wonder what she has planned.

Erin climbs back down from the bed and tugs Zack's pants from his legs, my brother's boxers getting pulled down just a bit in the process. I have to stifle a squeak of surprise when I realize I can see the dark tufts of his pubic hair sticking out just above the elastic waistband.

What in the hell is Erin doing?!?

 

"Oh, look at that," she giggles softly, "your underwear are half down already. I guess I better take those off, too."

 

My sister reaches up and pulls my brother's boxers from him before climbing back onto the bed and kneeling between Zack's legs. Her face is only inches from his crotch.

 

What in the hell what in the hell what in the hell...

 

"What have we here?" Erin whispers in a husky, intoxicated voice.

 

She reaches out and lifts Zack's cock into my view, and my jaw drops open as I gawk all wide-eyed. It's a thick four or five inches soft, and it starts to react to Erin's touch.

 

"You like your slutty sister touching your pecker, don't you?" she utters quietly.

 

Erin runs her fingers gently up and down our brother's quickly hardening shaft, and I watch as it lengthens to a girthy eight or so inches. I've never seen a cock that big before! At least, not in real life. Sure, there might be guys in some of the pornos I've watched who're bigger, but this penis is only a few feet from me.

 

"You dirty boy, getting hard from your sister's fingers. You want me to pop it in my mouth and blow you again, huh?"

 

Holy shit!!!

 

Again?!? Are you telling me this isn't the first time Erin has sleep-creeped my brother? I should probably sneak away, but I'm so stunned I can't move. I can't tear my eyes away, either, so I just stand here watching and recording.

 

Erin leans down and plants a soft but raunchy kiss on the head of our big brother's big pecker, and it twitches a little in her hand. Zack moans lightly, his body shifting a hair, but he doesn't wake up. My sister swirls her tongue around the tip and kisses it again, letting her saliva dribble down Zack's shaft. Kiss and swirl, kiss and swirl, kiss and swirl. Soon his solidly erect dick is nice and sloppy wet.

 

"I'm gonna suck you so hard," my sister whispers almost harshly, as if talking directly to my unconscious brother's rock-hard erection.

 

Erin slides her lips down Zack's swollen cock, moving her head up and down slowly over the first couple inches of his length. She periodically peeks up to see if Zack is going to awaken, but he doesn't. He moans a little and shakes a tiny bit, but that's all. Seeming satisfied our brother will stay asleep, my sister begins her blowjob in earnest.

 

She slowly builds up speed and is soon pumping five or six inches of our brother's cock down her throat. I realize with some surprise that the sight, combined with the sucking and slurping sounds, is starting to turn me on. My insides are getting warm and tingly, and I can feel my juices starting to moisten the inside of my vajayjay.

 

I've never watched two people do anything like this for real and up close. I'm not sure if I'm getting hot because I'm seeing a woman sucking a man's dick, or if it's because I'm watching my sister sucking my brother's dick.

 

My big sister flips up the short skirt of her dress with one hand, slipping her fingers beneath the fabric of her panties. She starts playing with her pussy as she continues sucking our brother's cock, soft moans escaping around the mouthful on which she's furiously pumping away.

 

Almost like it has a mind of it's own, my free hand follows suit and slides down my shorts, underneath my silky panties, and over my clean-shaved mound. I start running my fingers up and down my drenched slit, getting them nice and wet before rubbing my sensitive clitoris with slow circles. After a couple more minutes Erin pauses, lifting her mouth away from Zack's tower to inhale a pair of gulping breaths.

 

"Oh fuck yeah," she sighs, her digits still pistoning inside her hot sex. "You like fucking your sister's dirty mouth while she fingers herself, don't you?"

 

Erin dives back onto our brother's long, thick pecker, and the wet, sloppy sounds become more intense as she manages to get all eight inches in her throat...over and over and over.

 

God damn!

 

Erin's moans get rougher as she continues giving my brother what is no doubt the blowjob of his life. I feel kinda bad for him that he's unconscious for the whole thing. And my sister...I never knew she was so warped. I'm one to talk, though. I'm standing here like a peeping pervert, playing with myself while I watch my sister play with herself while she gives our brother one helluva blowjob.

 

Plus I'm recording the whole thing.

 

I can tell when Erin starts to cum. Her cock-muffled moans get this really insistent quality, and her body starts to quiver and shake almost uncontrollably. Then, a handful of seconds later, Zack groans softly in his sleep, grunting as he begins cumming, too.

Erin's deep throat action stops, and she rises to suck wetly on the first couple inches of Zack's prick. I can see his penis flex and pulsate as he blows his wad right into my big sister's eager mouth. When I don't notice any stray trickles of jizz escaping her lips I realize Erin is swallowing our brother's load.

 

My sister must not want to leave any mess because she keeps sucking on Zack's cock even as it slowly softens. Apparently satisfied, Erin gives our brother's dick one last kiss before starting to descend shakily from his bed.

 

It would seem the show is over, so I pull my hand from my shorts, stop my phone's recording, and sneak off toward my own bedroom. It isn't easy getting through my window, but this isn't my first time with the whole sneaking out biz. I hoist myself into the room like a pro, catching my own sexy scent on my fingers as my face passes them. I shut the window and make sure the curtains are closed.

 

I'm still really horny. I never got off.

 

I double-check that my door is locked, set my phone on the nightstand, and strip off my clothes before lying naked on the bed. With two fingers of one hand I start fucking my bald pussy, while the fingers of my other hand start stroking my clit again. This is really nice, and I'm seriously turned on...so why is the big "O" begin such an elusive little shit?

 

I stop and roll over a bit to open my nightstand's drawer, fishing around beneath the pile of panties inside. Bingo! I lift out my pink, silicone-covered vibrator and turn that bad boy up to it's highest setting before plunging it into my hot and dripping snatch. I start ramming it fast and hard just the way I like.

 

This is even better, but I still can't come.

 

Maybe I need to get a little mental porn going on. My last boyfriend is cute, so I shut my eyes and imagine it's him above me banging the hell out of my throbbing pussy. The pleasure is like a dam about to burst. I want so badly to cum it's almost painful, but it still won't happen.

 

What the shit?!?

 

I feel like a total degenerate when I replace the ex-boyfriend with a vision of my brother. Now it's Zack fucking me hard as I gaze into his dark blue eyes, his pelvis slapping against mine roughly. I plant my feet into the mattress as my back arches.

 

"Oh god," I whimper, surprising myself by taking a page from Erin's book. "Fuck your sister's horny pussy! Fuck it good and make that pussy yours!"

 

My orgasm finally explodes in all it's glory, a tiny little animal whine pouring from me as I ram the vibe down deep and cum. I inhale with a ragged, shuddering breath as my insides clench wildly against the buzzing toy inside me.

 

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!!!"

 

* * * * * *

 

I wake up the next morning and wonder if last night was some kind of vivid, drunken dream. There's one way to find out. I grab my phone from the nightstand and stare at the black screen for a moment before swiping it to wakefulness.

 

I navigate to my videos, and there it is. I didn't imagine the whole thing.

 

"Lisa, you're a freak," I tell myself as I replay the recording.

 

It's about the point in the video where my sister is slobbering pretty hardcore on my brother's knob when I realize my fingers are idly toying with my still nude pussy lips. I also realize I seriously need to pee. All that beer from last night has my bladder screaming for mercy.

 

I shut off my phone, stashing it inside the nightstand like a paranoid perv, and get into my soft and fuzzy bathrobe. I take a quick trip to the tinkle-torium, and my bladder is gladder when I finally make my way to the kitchen for some breakfast.

 

Zack is the only one here, my brother sitting at the dining table and eating a bowl of cereal.

 

He gives me a too-chipper smile and says, "Morning."

 

I can't help but feel a little awkward, but I try to act natural as I shoot back, "Morning. Where is everyone?"

 

"Erin went home already, and mom and dad left for a few days to visit Uncle Dave."

 

"Oh," I say. "Cool. Got the house to ourselves! What time does the party start tonight?"

 

"Eh...mom and dad left me in charge, and there won't be any parties. I don't feel like having my ass handed to me when they get back."

 

"Buzzkill," I chuckle, fully expecting an answer along those lines.

 

I get some cereal, too, eating in silence for a while and mostly staring at the floating oat loops in my bowl. I shoot my brother the occasional, brief glance.

 

"What?" he finally asks.

 

"Nothing."

 

"Come on, Lisa. Spit it out. I can tell you got something on your mind."

 

"Well...you and Erin sounded pretty sloshed when you got home last night, but you don't seem all that hungover."

 

Zack shrugs, replying, "I don't usually get bad hangovers."

 

"Lucky you."

 

We chat a little more, and I come to the conclusion that Zack is acting way too normal for him to remember anything from last night. I find myself wondering how many times Erin has sucked off our brother while he lay passed out in bed. What possessed her to do it in the first place? I might never know, but at least I have that little gem of a video on my phone.

 

Speaking of which...

 

After breakfast I go back to my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me, and discard the bathrobe. I get my phone back out and lay down on the bed. While watching the fun from last night over and over a few times I indulge in a leisurely rub-out session, having to stifle my sexy sounds when I orgasm good and hard.

 

Fuck. I think I've developed a brother complex.

 

* * * * * *

When I finally get dressed I put on a sexy pair of tight Levi short-shorts and a snug t-shirt, sans the bra and panties. I stand in the mirror and check out my boobs. They're not huge like Erin's, but they're decent-sized and strain nicely against the slightly too small shirt. I can see the little nubs of my nipples creating modest, twin bulges beneath the fabric.

I grab a small makeup mirror and sit down at my computer desk, holding the reflective glass down low as I spread my legs just a bit. If I hold them at just the right angle I can see the enticing, clean-shaved swell of my outer lips without showing off my entire pussy. Too far and a little pink starts to show past the shorts. I practice a bit to make sure I have it down.

The weather turns nasty as it starts raining pretty heavily, and my brother decides to stay home, suiting my plan perfectly. The rest of the day is kind of weird for me as I find myself purposefully teasing Zack with my tits, ass, and pussy, giving him tantalizing little glimpses. Any time I see my brother I find myself sneaking little glances at his package, but I always manage to look away before he catches me doing it...I think. I'm pretty sure I see him checking out my tits and ass a couple times, too.

I spend a good chunk of the morning lying on my stomach on the living room couch, reading a book. I keep my knees apart just the right amount to show off a taunting little bit of pussy flesh to my brother in case he walks through the room.

Which he does, eventually.

Zack enters the room from the archway behind me. I hear his footsteps stop, and I can almost feel his burning gaze on my snatch. The thought of him staring intently at my partially bared crotch starts to get me a little wet. After a handful of long seconds I look back over my shoulder.

With a smile, I innocently ask, "What's up, bro?"

He looks away suddenly and starts walking toward the kitchen.

With his face flushing he answers, "Oh, nothing. Just gonna go make some food."

Zack cooks grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch and offers me some, which I gladly accept. Who doesn't like grilled cheese? He sits at the table to eat, but I take a seat at the breakfast bar on one of the tall stools. As we talk and eat, I spread my legs just so and smile a little when I see Zack's eyes travel down to my crotch. My heart is pounding as I pretend not to notice and lift my glass of milk for a few swigs.

After lunch we go down to the entertainment room to watch a couple movies together, and I can't stop myself from taking furtive little peeks at the spot where his junk hides beneath his jeans. He gets up a lot to walk past me, making little excuses like going to the bathroom, getting a snack, et cetera. Each time he passes I have my legs opened up like before. Although I pretend to be focused on the movie each time, I can see my brother casting sidelong glances at my crotch and titties out of the corner of his eye.

The second show ends, and Zack decides to go take a shower, for which I'm kind of glad. I wonder if he's going to jerk off while he's in there. I've gotten myself so horny and worked up trying to picture his cock that I rush to my bedroom, get out my phone, and start watching my secret recording again.

My free hand is toying with one of my hardened nipples through my t-shirt. My fingers start to creep down my stomach on the way to fiddle with my humid snatch when I finally decide what I'm going to do with the video. At first I thought about using it to blackmail Erin and leverage booze or money out of her for a while, but I've got a much better idea.

I send my sister the video and title it "I know".

Ten minutes later she texts me, "What do you want? Alcohol? Money?"

I giggle a bit as I send back, "I want in."

I can only imagine the look of surprise that must be on Erin's face right now. It's a minute or two before she texts me again.




Unforgettable Night



"Okay. When?"

"Tonight," I send back.

"Alright. Tell Zack to call me."

I set the phone down and smile in anticipation.

* * * * * *

Erin shows up around nine o'clock to pick up Zack and take him out to the bars again tonight.

"Goodbye! Have fun!" I tell them both as they're on their way out.

"Stay outta trouble," my brother tells me with a stern look.

"I'll be a saint, I swear," I reply, holding up one hand. "Girl Scout's honor."

Erin laughs and says, "Who are you kidding, Lisa? You were never a Girl Scout."

"I won't cause any trouble, I promise. I'll just watch some TV or surf the net or something."

"Okay," Zack nods with a dubious look.

"Bye," Erin says.

She shoots me a knowing look, a little smile, and a wink as they go, my siblings leaving me to my own devices for the evening. True to my word I stay home and putter around the house. It takes a lot of self-control not to simply get naked and jill-off all night while watching the video on my phone.

It's a torturous handful of hours, and I end up sitting in the living room for most of it, watching TV but constantly thinking about what my sister and I were going to do when she finally brought Zack home. Hopefully she's getting him good and plastered right now.

At some point I realize I should shower. I spend about an hour in the tub washing myself and shaving my pits, pussy, and legs. Afterward I blow dry and flat iron my long, brunette hair. I spray of fine mist of fruity smelling perfume over my tits, belly, and crotch as a final touch. I want to feel and smell like a woman tonight.

It's some time around one o'clock when I hear a taxi pulling up in front of my house. I go outside just in time to help my tipsy sister pull our slobbering-drunk brother from the back seat. He's barely standing, his eyes glazed and unfocused, and he mumbles something unintelligible.

"Hold him while I pay," Erin slurs with intoxication, getting in her purse to give the cabbie some money.

Zack leans against me heavily, almost bowling me over at the sudden shift in his weight, but I grunt in effort and somehow manage to keep him upright. The cab is pulling away, and Erin takes half the burden from me as she gets under our brother's other arm.

Without a word, and with my heartbeat hammering in excitement, my elder sister and I haul Zack into the house. I close and lock the front door as we go.

"I'm a little surprised," Erin says to me once we're inside.

"At?"

"At you. I though you were gonna blackmail me when I watched the vid you sent."

"And?" I ask, wondering what my big sister thought about her little sis being just as perverted as she is.

Erin looks over at me with an inscrutable expression as she says, "Just help me get Zack to his bed, then I'll show you 'and'."

We're in our brother's room, with him plopped down on his bed, when Erin looks over at me.

"Do you have any...toys?" she asks meaningfully.

"Yeah," I admit, a little embarrassed. "I got a vibe."

"Go get it," my sister commands.

I nod and go to my room to retrieve the fat, pink vibrator, putting fresh batteries inside while I'm here. By the time I return, Erin already has our brother's lower half disrobed, and I stand there in awe as I stare at his meaty but still limp cock. I set the vibrator down on a nearby lounge chair.

"Unzip me," Erin requests, turning her back to me.

Maybe it's just this whole, surreal situation, but it feels really erotic as I slowly lower the zipper of her dress. She shrugs out of it and kicks it to the side, her back still to me.

"Undo my bra," my sister asks softly.

I'm breathing kind of heavy as I reach up to do as Erin asks, that sexy, sensual feeling coursing through me again at being in such intimate contact with her. My sister turns around as she flips her bra onto her discarded dress, and her big, envy-inducing breasts sway into view.

Damn those things are huge.

 

"Well?" she asks.

 

"Well what?" I respond, my eyes glued to her jiggling milk mounds.

 

Erin doesn't speak at first, instead stepping close and grasping the lower hem of my t-shirt. She lifts it up and off my body, my smaller tits bouncing a little as they're exposed.

 

"Take off your clothes silly," Erin says with a throaty whisper, the heavy scent of booze on her breath.

 

The way my sister says those five words is so seductive. I find her tone and the lilt in her eyes as she stares at me strangely arousing. Erin steps back and out of her silk panties, standing fully nude in front of me. My sister is so gorgeous, her form curvy like a woman's should be. I wonder if my body will start to look more like hers as I get older. I can only hope.

 

"Why are you staring?" Erin asks, actually looking a little embarrassed.

 

"You're so sexy," I blurt out before I lose the courage to say it.

 

"That's sweet of you to say."

 

Our breasts touch together lightly as Erin steps close and plants a kiss on my forehead. Her jugs wobble a bit when she reaches down and undoes the button on my short-shorts. My sister places her hands on my shoulders, the feel of her breasts sliding against mine a delicious tease as she moves her lips a few inches from my ear.

 

"I said get undressed all the way," she whispers softly before stepping back again.

 

My heart is pounding even harder now as I eagerly comply, dropping my Levi shorts and stepping out of them. Erin is already at the bed, moving Zack's legs to give us room to play. My brother sighs a bit at the involuntary shifting of his limbs, but otherwise doesn't react much.

 

My big sister lies down on her side, propping her head up on hand and elbow and leaving the space between our brother's legs open for me. She stares at my naked body, her eyes widening a bit and a smile playing on her lips when she sees my shaved pussy. Her own playground is well trimmed, but still has light tufts of blond hairs around it, matching the short cut of the blond hair on her head.

 

"Don't be shy, sex kitten," Erin utters in that drunken, husky tone of hers as she pats the mattress between our brother's knees. "Climb on up here so we can take turns sucking brother's dick. He'll fucking love it."

 

I'm shaking with nervous excitement as the moment finally arrives, and I ascend Zack's bed. I lay on my stomach and shimmy forward until my lips are hovering over our brother's still-soft man meat. There's no way he's faking being passed out. Sis and I haven't exactly been quiet, and two girls bouncing around on his bed would have surely stirred some reaction in my big brother's cock by now if he were actually awake.

Still, I look up out of paranoia to make sure, and I blink twice in surprise when I see Erin's cell phone in her hand, the camera pointed at me. That sneaky sister of mine...she must've had that hidden under my brother's pillow.

"It's only fair," she tells me with a shrug.

"Yeah," I nod, turning my attention back to my big brother's penis. "It's all good."

I blow lightly on our brother's cock, and it reacts, slowly rising from where it rests against his hairy balls. I watch in amazement as his shaft thickens and starts to elongate when I blow on it again. I lower my mouth and envelop him quickly, realizing this may be my only chance to fit him all the way in. I'm pretty sure I won't be able to deep throat him like Erin was doing last night.

 

My mouth sucks and slurps tenderly, and I swipe my tongue around his base as my lips meet my brother's pubic hairs. Zack is getting bigger quickly now. I have to back off some as he reaches a full, iron-hard erection, and the slight, upward curve in his pecker causes the tip to tickle the back of my throat. My head pistons up and down slowly over about four inches of thick, meaty cock.

"You like sucking on big brother's cock, don't you sis?" Erin coos. "Yeah you do, I can tell. Are you getting wet? Do you wanna play with yourself? I bet you do."

My elder sister's dirty talk is somehow making me more excited. I pull back after a minute and suckle the tip of our brother's dick with my lips while I catch my breath.

"My turn," Erin tells me in a voice full of lust. "Hold this."

She hands me her phone before laying her head sideways on Zack's stomach. I get up in a kneeling position and pass Erin the baton as I turn the camera in her direction. My sister sucks our brother's cock at this new angle, her eyes widening slightly when I start to toy with my snatch right in front of her. I can tell she staring right at my fingers as I pump them in and out between the swollen lips of my cunt.

I aim a little nasty talk at my big sister, knowing she seems to get off on it. Hell, so do I apparently.

"Is it sexy watching your little sister finger fucking herself?"

"Mmm hmm," Erin hums around our brother's fat hard-on.

"I bet that blowjob you're giving brother feels so good," I utter in a breathless tone as I tickle my clit for a moment.

Erin keeps on sucking, and I go back to fingering myself. The air is filled with slurping suction sounds and the slap-slap-slap of my palm against my mound. My sister reaches up and takes her phone back, continuing to give Zack a slow, sensuous blowjob but turning the camera toward my pussy.

This is all so kinky and so wrong, but it's also thrilling to no end. I'm starting to see why Eve ate the forbidden fruit. It's fucking worth it.

I lean back on one arm, my fingers kicking into overdrive as they go on a fuck-spree inside my trembling pussy walls. My torso starts to undulate and ripple of it's own accord, loud moans bursting from my heaving lungs as a damn fucking good orgasm grips me.

"Oh shit oh fuck oh god damn shit Jesus Christ!!!"

I turn into a quivering mass, my sister giggling at the sight even with a mouthful of cock.

"Baseball! Baseball!" I grunt nonsensically, my pussy pulsating like a snapping turtle against my fingers as I jam them deep inside. "Oh fuuuck!!! Oh fuuuuuck!!!"

After the burst of ecstasy subsides I'm finally able to lie all the way back, my chest heaving and a sheen of sweat covering my forehead and breasts. I flop my legs wide open and pull my fingers out, giving my sister an unobstructed view of my spread pussy.

My hand comes away drenched with a clear liquid. What the hell?

"I...I think I just squirted a little, Erin!" I tell sis in surprise.

She pauses, pulling her mouth from Zack's erection.

"You did! I can see a little coming out still," my sis tells me in her drunken slur, holding the phone real close to my crotch. "That's so fucking hot. I wish I could squirt."

Erin gets up from the bed, stumbling dizzily, and for a moment I'm afraid she's going to fall. She gets her balance by leaning against the bed, though.

"Whew! Got a little light headed," she tells me, moving over to the end of the bed and handing me her phone. "Get up. My turn to get off."

"Okay."

I sit up and twist my way over Zack and off the side of the mattress as Erin takes the spot between our brother's legs. She gets on her elbows and knees and starts giving him head again, the sound of her sloppy slurps and sexy grunts filling the air. One of Erin's hands strays back to the wetness of her sex, and her fingers begin sliding over her moistened pussy lips.

"You're such a dirty, beautiful bitch," I tell my sister. "I've never seen someone suck cock as good as you."

I find an angle with the phone so I can record Erin's blowjob and masturbation skills at the same time. If I stand directly behind, my sister's big, swaying breasts are in the way of the sucking action, so I have to move to the side a bit. That's when I notice my pink vibrator sitting forlorn and forgotten on the nearby lounge chair.

Hmmm. I pick up the toy, keeping the camera aimed at Erin's mouth as she face-fucks herself with our brother's cock. My sister doesn't seem to notice, being consumed with her own pleasure at the moment. I return to Erin's backside, aiming the recording at her plump, round ass where her fingers are swirling circles over her clit.

Perfect.

I crouch down so my lower lips will spread open by themselves. Aiming the camera at my own pussy, I slide "pinky" up and in my still dripping coochie to get him nice and slick. There's light, squelching sounds as I pump the toy inside me a handful of times before pulling it back out.

I aim the phone and it's camera back toward Erin's clitoris-rubbing action. My elder sister's only warning at what I'm about to do comes a split second before I do it.

"I'm gonna fuck you!" I mutter in a low, animal tone of lust.

Then I stick "pinky" inside Erin's juicy twat, turning the vibration on at the same time and thrusting the toy in and out rapidly, like a jackhammer. I'm betting my sister likes it hard and fast, just like I do.

Erin squeals in either surprise or delight, or maybe both, as her mouth lifts from Zack's manly tower and she grunts, "Son of a bitch!"

Her chest heaves in sudden ecstasy.

"Oooooh god!!!"

The hand my sister was using to play with herself falls to the mattress, and she goes back to plunging her head up and down over our brother's cock. I'm only at it for maybe thirty seconds when Erin's moans get stronger and her ass starts shaking and jiggling. I can tell she's about to cum.

My elder sister can't talk, instead moaning and screaming like a banshee as her orgasm blooms. I might be a sick, twisted pervert in need of some serious help, but god damn if I didn't just rock my sister's world like a real stud muffin.

I turn Erin into a steaming pile of lust when I don't let up. I continue pistoning the vibrator inside her pulsating pussy until she's cumming again. Her legs are quivering strands of spaghetti as her backside crumples to the mattress, and still I continue plunging away.

Erin comes again with a loud wail, gripping Zack's still hard penis in one hand as she buries her face in the blankets below his nutsack to stifle her screams of ecstasy.

She lifts her head and pleads with me, "Oh god please stop Lisa stop I can't take it any more fuck please oooooh god!!!"

I smile and slide the buzzing device from my sister's wrecked pussy. I turn it off, the only sound in the room Erin's labored breathing. She eventually rolls over, spreading her legs for the camera. As I get in close I realize something.

"Hey, Erin! You squirted a little!"

"I did?" she asks, reaching down to swipe a few fingers over her entrance. "I did! Holy fuck balls!"

She sticks her fingers down there again, collecting up more of the squirt juices. She brings her fingers to her nose and sniffs briefly before tasting the liquid with her tongue.

"Mmm...such a sexy taste," she whispers.

I feel kind of bad for my big brother being unconscious. He's totally missing out on his horny sisters and the nasty show they're putting on. Even though he won't remember it I decide to give him a treat. I hand the cell phone back to Erin and climb up the bed to kneel at Zack's side.

"Whatcha doing?" my older sister asks curiously as she flips over on her stomach to point the camera at me.

I just look at her and smile without a word. I straddle my big brother's hips in a reverse cowgirl position and grip his hard-on at the base with my thumb and two fingers.

"Holy shit, Lisa! Are you gonna...are you gonna fuck Zack?"

I slap the tip of his dick against my clit repeatedly, the love taps sending tiny little thrills shooting along my nerves.

"Jerking each other off is one thing, but...are you really gonna fuck Zack?"

I press the tip of big brother's cock against my temple door and bring my hips downward before my sister tries to talk me out of this.

Oh god holy shit...

 

It's a good thing I'm so horny and turned-on and dripping wet or this might hurt. Zack is so thick I can feel him fill me up as he slides in smoothly, his girth stretching out my insides almost uncomfortably. My vaginal walls clench down reflexively at the tension, and I have to force myself to relax.

 

"Erin...he's...so...fucking...big," I utter.

 

I inhale deeply through my nose and exhale through my mouth a few times. My muscles relax as they adjust to the bulkiness of the cock inside me.

Big brother's cock.

I start moving again, riding Zack's shaft slowly at first as Erin records my perversion and watches in rapt amazement. It's driving me nuts the way the slight curve at the middle of his pecker is rubbing against my special spot.

"I had no idea my baby sister was such a nasty little slut," Erin comments, her entranced smile letting me know she means it as a compliment and not an insult.

"Brother's dick feels so damn good," I manage to moan out around the waves of delirious euphoria passing through me.

"Yeah, ride that giant schlong you nasty little whore," Erin dirty talks to me. "You're just a horny little fuck-toy."

My hips are practically moving by themselves now, the innermost parts of me feeling every thrusting inch of big brother's amazing meat stick. I want to go faster but can't from this position. I lean backward onto my hands and move my legs forward.

I'm still riding in reverse cowgirl position, but now I can use my hands and feet for leverage. This is a lot better, and I start pounding my hips up and down in a frenzy. Not as much of Zack's length is gliding into me now. The upside to this is the head of his magnificent fuck-stick is grinding against the first three or four inches inside me, which are the most sensitive anyway.

My shaky breath starts coming in short gasps as the waves of pleasure build higher and higher inside my fiery muff. The slapping noise of my ass bouncing off big brother's pelvis sounds so sexy in my ears.

"You're banging him so good, Lisa. You make me wish I was a guy so you could fuck me too."

I'm so damn close to the orgasm of my life when I hear Zack grunting softly in his sleep. The big cock within me starts jumping against my walls, pulsating with each squirt as he cums up inside me.

Dammit!

I was almost there. An idea sparks in my mind, but I don't know if my sister will go for it.

Looking straight into Erin's eyes I beg, "Suck my clit you dirty skank!"

I'm thunderstruck when she moves forward. I slam my ass down with one last, big thrust right before Erin's lips wrap around my womanly nub. I can feel Zack's ejaculation still shooting his hot seed deep into my womb as my big sister sucks furiously against my clitoris.

All I can do is lie back against my brother and melt, my hands wrapping around my sister's head as I moan and giggle in hysterical helplessness. The most powerful cum I've ever felt grabs me in it's teeth and shakes me savagely like a rag doll.

I'm not sure if it's possible for someone to die from too strong an orgasm, but if it is I'm sure I came close.

I'm not positive how long I lie there with my entire body vibrating, but eventually I relax my hands and lift them from my big sister's blond hair. Her crazy mad sucking softens, and I luxuriate in the afterglow as Erin's attentions on my clit send delightful little aftershocks shooting through me.

"Did you like your big sister's mouth on your pussy you nasty little fuck toy?"

"Oh god yessss," I whisper.

She starts licking around where big brother's shrinking cock is still inside me, her tongue lapping against my outer lips. There's a wet squishing noise, and I'm a little disappointed as she pops Zack's softening pecker out of my vagina...

...only to replace it with her surprisingly long and dexterous tongue. She scoops, slurps, and licks up our brother's load as it flows from my relaxed pussy.




Unforgettable Night



"Fuck yeah," I purr contentedly at the wonderful sensation, a little blown away my sister so eagerly does this.

Erin presses her mouth up against my inner lips, her tongue darting in and out leisurely and her lips sucking in between strokes. Lick suck. Lick suck. Lick suck.

Big sis giggles drunkenly as she says, "You might be a slutty little nympho, but that doesn't mean we have to leave your coochie a mess."

My older sister keeps sucking and licking until she's satisfied my snatch is done oozing out my brother's jizz.

Great. Now I think I have a sister complex, too.

Oh well...

What an unforgettable night it's been.

* * * * * *

I wake up the next morning practically glowing. My body still smells strongly of the great sex I had last night, and I should probably take a shower. I roll over in bed and grab my phone to see what time it is first. There's a text from my sister. I open it.

"Had to early leave for work, but here's a little something for you. Kisses."

I smile when I play the attached video and realize it's last night's recording.

Fucking sweet.

A check of the time tells me it's a little after 9 o'clock.

I shower and dress in some tight shorts and a revealing belly shirt, skipping the bra and panties again today. Afterward I head to the kitchen for some breakfast, not seeing my brother anywhere. He must still be sleeping off his bender.

I'm making myself some pancakes and frying up a little bacon when Zack stumbles into the kitchen all bleary-eyed.

"Morning," I greet. "Rough night?"

"Morning Lisa," he returns with a nod. "Yeah. Had a weird dream."

My brother plops down in a chair at the dining table. He shifts uncomfortably, trying to adjust his underwear without being too obvious about it.

Did Erin and I suck and fuck him so hard that he's sore this morning? I have to stifle a chuckle.

"Want some pancakes, bacon, and coffee?" I offer.

Zack looks at me with a touch of suspicion. Admittedly, I'm not usually this magnanimous, so it'd be natural for him to assume I'm trying to butter him up for something.

"Uh, sure. That would be really great," he replies finally. "What's the occasion?"

I think to myself how the occasion happened last night.

"Just figured it's the least I can do," I explain vaguely.

"For what?"

"For being such a great brother," I tell Zack with a smile as I plate up some pancakes and bacon and pour him a cup of coffee.

I set his breakfast in front of him and add, "No strings. Promise."

He starts eating, and I start cooking some more food for myself.

"Hey, Lisa?"

"Yeah bro?"

"Did I...uh, never mind," he starts and then stops with a slightly embarrassed look.

"Just ask," I smile. "We're all adults here."

He hesitates then bites the bullet and asks, "Did I, um, bring anyone home last night?"

"No. I was just you, me, and Erin. All night long," I tell my brother with a sexy smile.

"Oh," he grunts, looking a little confused and embarrassed.

I think he just realized his eyes were roaming over my body. I pretend not to notice...for now.

Zack goes back to eating his breakfast.

Now...

I only need to figure out what a girl's gotta do to get some dick from her brother while he's awake.

(Author's Epilogue: I had a lot of fun writing this and plan on doing a sequel if the story gets positive feedback. Either way I hope you had at least some fun reading it. Cheers!)



Unforgettable Party



I do not go in for the party scene much, but it's a friend, I have known him and his family for years and he wants me to be there, I think he only wants me there for support another man as such. 

The party is for his daughter, she is 18 and the party is for her birthday, I think he is a little scared with the thought of loads of youngsters and just a few families who will leave early. I don't really want to go but I feel I must, I also know his daughter and she is a nice girl. And what harm will it do, him and me drinking and chatting while the youngsters wreck the place, plus his wife will be there and she is lovely, we have always got on and she is a good friend to me.

So the decision is made and I have to get moving, I decide that maybe a white shirt and black trousers and shoes should do, I am not aiming to impress but I don't want to look to old. So choices made time for a bath and a shave, but then again I only have two days growth and it is a kind of fashion statement at the moment.

I get ready trying my best to look and smell good, I am only 32 but against the eighteen year olds I am going to seem like dad, but I look good my body has not turned to mush yet, and my exercising is paying off, or at least keeping age at bay for now.

Dave is 38 and Julie is 36, Dave has turned into a walking advertisement for how not to live, and Julie well she is the opposite, Dave is a round man and his health is not the greatest, he is only 5' 8" and must weigh 16 stone, he likes his drink to much as well. Julie is 5' 10" a slim toned figure not a sign of child birth, and breasts to die for, she doesn't even need a bra as they support themselves, she drinks but not very much, certainly a lot less than Dave. But they are good friends and have been for seven or so years now.

Amy is a beautiful girl; she is 5'11" a slim toned figure with long jet-black hair. She is smart as well, the looks she gets from mum, and the brains her mum has provided to, but Dave loves her and he has done well with her, in fact they both have.

I check my house is secure and everything is off except the lights I will need when I stumble in. I close the door and start the walk to Dave's, it's only a mile and I doubt I will be able to drive later anyway. The evening is quite warm and the sun will be setting in about an hour, the evening has a good look to it so far and it makes you feel alive. 

As I pass the corner I hear a car slow behind me and a horn give a sharp beep. Sitting there on her own is Amy; she asks if I want a lift.

I open the door and I get a nose full of a lovely perfume and a smell of freshly washed hair. She tells me that she just has to pop to the shop to get some supplies as her dad expects people to drink beer and wine.

She has been given £200 by her mum and has been told to stock up on spirits and coke and bits. She asks if I mind, and I say I don't, her perfumes intoxicating and I start to enjoy it.

She tell me that she is aiming to stay fairly sober, I ask why, its her 18th she should be aiming to pass out, but she says she wants it to be special and she will need to be able to do things later.

I smile and tell her that he is a lucky bastard; she just smiles and says that yes he is. We chat about general things and she asks if I will feel out of place and I say that no, her dad and mum will keep me feeling my age, As they're older than me.

We both laugh and she is an easy person to be around, she is confident and warm and I enjoy the time we spend in the car.

We stop and have a joke about the amount of drink that we are putting into the boot, its going to be one hell of a party I say, it certainly will be she replies and we continue to fill the boot. 

She stumbles slightly with a case and I go to grab it, as I do so I gently brush against her breast feeling the soft warm feel of it, I look at her and apologise, she replies that it is okay it wasn't intentional plus I have seen her naked, yes I have but you were a kid I reply.

The moment over we get in the car and drive off, I cannot seem to shake the moment or the feelings that I had. 

We drive and she tells me that I am like family, and that I have always given help or advice or just friendship and that I never received anything.

I do not mind Dave and me sort of have a bond, we don't talk about certain things we just know.

As we chat I start to look at her legs, she is in a knee length skirt and a tight white top, I can see her legs as her skirt has ridden up a little. 

She looks and notices me gazing at her, she asks what's wrong and I tell her how she has become a stunning young women and I am proud of her. She places a hand on my knee and gently squeezes and tells me I am like a second dad or close uncle and that she loves me.

As she tells me I feel a charge surge through me like electric, I do not know why, maybe it is embarrassment at the thoughts I am having.

Just to kiss her, my lips as they slowly touch hers, the warmth spreading through me, my mind returns and I feel a little embarrassed. She seems to sense something but she keeps on chatting and asks why I have no wife or partner, I tell her because I have not found the right one and work keeps me more than busy enough.

We arrive at the house and there are a few people hanging around, Amy smiles and calls her friends over to help us with the cases of drink, her best friend stops to help us. She looks at me with a smile and takes a case from me, I think that maybe I am to old or maybe I need to get laid once in a while.

Maybe there are to many hormones on the loose as my thoughts turn back to her smiling friend, I picture how good she would look naked with her legs apart as I fuck her. Maybe I need a drink so I move off toward the kitchen.

I find Dave at the drinks, and he seems to be drunk already. Julie comes into the kitchen and seeing Dave she tells me that he has been at the drink for a while now, he will not last too much longer she says.

Julie passes me a can and asks if I will help to drag him to bed later. I tell her that I don't mind as long as I am not to drunk myself she says that she doubts I can get drunk that quick.

Julie goes out the room to finish a few bits and leaves me alone with Dave, I ask if he is okay and says he is fine or will be in a little while, he does not talk just drinks and I feel there is some problems that I am not aware of. 

Amy comes into the kitchen and grabs a drink, she steps towards me and says thank you as she leans in and gives me a kiss, I cannot help but move my hand, and my hand rests on her firm arse cheek, I know it is wrong, she holds my hand gently as I try to move it.

I look into her eyes and I can see mischief in them, she pulls me a little closer and pushes herself against me, Dave is to drunk to notice. I feel ashamed but the warmth I feel spreading is amazing, and as I feel myself becoming aroused I pull away.

Amy smiles at me and grabs a bottle of wine and heads to the party.

Julie comes back in and asks if I want to join in with the party.

I look at Dave and ask if he is okay to be left and she tells me he will, he grunts as if in confirmation. So I move towards the noise of people enjoying themselves.

Julie is saying goodbye to the rest of the families about to leave and Amy is with them, seeing them both together starts to arouse me and I feel deeply ashamed at my thoughts.

Julie and Amy come over to me and tell me a few little games will begin soon and that I will join in, I do not get much choice as I am pushed towards a sofa in the midst of so many youngsters. I sit down and a few cans are dropped into my lap, with Julie leaning down to say when I finish them, to come and get some more, I can help her get Dave to bed, and she would like to talk.

I sit and watch as a few girls are playing twister and my mind is not on what Julie has to tell me, and the fact that two of the girls are showing more than smiles as they contort to win the game.

I finish my two drinks and head to the kitchen, Julie asks if I can help so I grab one shoulder of Dave, we take him to the bedroom and drop him on to the bed.

I sit down and Julie joins me, she starts to tell me that her and Dave have not been getting on well, his drinking has become a real problem. She does not know what to do; they argue about it, they have not had sex for nearly a year.

I am shocked I did not know what was happening, how could I, I can see she is upset so I put my arm around her to comfort her, she puts her arm round me and starts to cry.

I have never seen her this way and I am not sure what to do, she looks up and tells me she is not sure what she can do about Dave and his drinking.

I hold her and she looks into my eyes and moves towards me, holding her I feel my arm around her, her soft skin were my hand sits, smelling her perfume, I wipe a tear from her cheek, she moves forward and kisses me gently on the lips. I taste her lips and feel them soft and warm against me, she kisses me and I cannot help but kiss her back, I pull her toward me and kiss her more passionately our lips locked our desire peeked.

Dave stirs and we pull away from each other, I am aroused and Julie pulling her arm away brushes against my erection, she looks at me and kisses me once more then we pull apart the moment over. I tell her that I will join the party while she gets Dave into bed and I walk away. 

My mind is in turmoil, I have in one evening become aroused around a girl that is like a daughter to me and her mum, my mind is racing as I get to the kitchen and I pour a large shot of whisky and grab a few more cans. These are my closest friends and I am deeply ashamed at not only my thoughts, but also the fact that I am taking advantage of a friend in turmoil and her daughter who worships me.

I down my drink and I pour another one, larger this time. I sit there drinking and thinking of what I am doing why I have done what I have. I cannot think, and I down my second drink, thinking I best slow down or I shall be drunk soon.

Amy comes into the kitchen grabs my hand and pulls me close, she comes closer and I feel her warmth and I smell her hair as she leans in and whispers in my ear that I have to join in the fun.

Amy drags me into the front room where the party is in full swing and a new game is being set up, Amy's best friend is cutting up some paper and putting it into two hats. I look at Amy and she tells me it is a good game, one hat has names in it the other has a room or a place in it. I ask what the idea of it is and she tells me not to worry that its fun.

The paper is in the hats now and a man takes the hats, he starts to tell everyone that you have no choice about who you get, and that the time limit is five minutes, I start to wonder what this game means when Amy's friend starts to tell me that there are two hats, one hat has a room or place, the other has two sections one for boys one for girls, there is a five minute period that you have. I am then told that you have to do whatever you can in that time and with this explanation comes a smile. I start to protest and Amy gives my hand a squeeze and I keep quiet.

The game begins and a few names are called, they shoot off to there chosen areas amongst the cheers from friends. Suddenly my name is called and my partner is to be an attractive girl called Sophie, she comes towards me and Amy pulls her towards her and whispers into her ear with a smile. Suddenly I am being dragged to the hat where we pull out the paper, I open it and it says hall cupboard, this is upstairs and I know it is quite big as Dave has made comments about nothing in it being his.

I am now being dragged by the hand to the stairs, we run up and Sophie opens the cupboard doors wide and drags me in. 

She closes the door and it is pitch black amongst the clothes and boxes, I cant even catch my breath before I feel her hand on my belt, she starts to undo it and I protest, all she says is that she has orders as she starts to unzip my trousers.

I feel her warm fingertips as they hook the top of my shorts and pull them down, I can feel her warm hands as they start to move on up my legs, her hands move to my waist and then she slides her hands across. The whole thing arouses me and my cock starts to become rock hard as one of her hands starts to move down to the base of my cock. 

I sense her breath as her mouth moves closer to the tip of my cock, her other hand starts to gently stroke my cock, I feel her other hand warm and sticky as she starts to squeeze my balls gently while she still strokes my rock hard cock

Suddenly I feel her mouth as she takes the tip of my throbbing cock into her warm moist mouth, feeling her mouth as she starts to suck my cock deeper inside it, her lips tight around me while she squeezes my cock and milks it.

For a girl so young she certainly knows how to suck a cock, I feel her as she licks the tip of my cock and strokes me slowly gently squeezing me, feeling her mouth as she takes my swollen cock into her throat feeling her lips tight around me as I wonder how much time we have left.

Suddenly I hear a voice shout from the stairs that out time is up, she squeezes my cock tightly as she pulls my cock from her mouth, I get dressed and we open the door. Standing there is Amy with a smile on her face asking me if I enjoyed it, her friend says that she certainly did.

I stand there on the landing with Amy as her friend goes back to the others; she tells me that she arranged the little fun I just had. I ask why and she just says that I deserve something for all I have done

She takes my hand and pushes me against the wall and kisses me, I cannot help but kiss her back and our mouths become one, and I can taste her tongue as it probes my mouth. She releases one hand and runs it over my still throbbing cock, gently squeezing me her tongue probing. She pulls away and asks if I am ready to join the party again, so we head for the stairs and at the top Julie suddenly appears from the end door and looks at us both. 

Julie calls Amy over and they both whisper to each other, I am not sure what is said, I presume that her mother wants to know why we are both upstairs and what we are doing, I start to walk towards them and Julie smiles and says thank you and Amy starts to pull me back downstairs.

We arrive back downstairs and a few groups are chatting listening to the music, Amy tells me to sit back down on the sofa and she will get me a drink, Sophie slides along and leans over me to whisper to me, she says she would of sucked me dry and not because she was asked but because she wanted to. I did not think she was forced but it is a lift to be told that an attractive girl of eighteen wants me.

I sit there thinking of the evening and how I have been seduced by two young girls and nearly taken it a step to far with the mother, I am ashamed not at the situation but at who with. 

Amy drops a few more cans into my lap and bends down to tell e the party will be winding down soon. She asks if I can help her and her mum to clear up and I tell her yes, after all I am family and it will help Julie and she seems to be going through so much.

People start to leave and I sit and finish my drinks, Sophie has not left my side and she keeps squeezing my knee. Julie starts to clear away and I start to help her, I ask if she is okay, she looks at me and starts to say that she is and she will give Dave a choice the drink of his family, she doubts if they will survive but she knows it will be best, Amy is aware and she understands.

We clear away and Amy and Sophie start on the drinks and cans in the kitchen, Julie and me have nearly finished the front room, and as no other room was used we are nearly done.

The girls are done and they bring a few drinks back into the front room, the curtains are drawn and everything is locked up, the music is on low and we all sit down.

Julie sits opposite me and Amy by my side Sophie sits on my left and we all have a quiet drink now the party is over.

We sit and chat and as I look at the three women I start to wonder if they know about what each other has been doing. Just the thought is starting to make me hard, my mind is doing overtime and I still feel ashamed at what my mind is doing, in fact I should not be here, this is the closest I have to family, and it is one that's in turmoil at the moment. Just my thoughts would be betrayal let alone some of my actions tonight.

I decide that after a my drink I will leave and I tell the girls that I am about to leave but thanks for the great time, Julie tells me not to be stupid its early and we can chat for a while. Amy suggests another drink and I don't want to refuse as Julie I believe enjoys the company, after all the girls are here so nothing more should happen. Amy and Sophie go towards the kitchen and Julie starts to chat, not about anything in particular, a bit about how I should not work s hard and that the party was good for me she can tell, if only she knew. 

The girls seem to be taking their time about the drinks and Julie says she will go see what they have broken. I sit there the music low around me, just my thought now, even though I try to clean them up I cant seem to shake the feeling I have experienced this evening.

My thoughts I broken by Julie who is calling for me to help in the kitchen, maybe they need a bit of help moving things, I walk towards the kitchen, but Julie is calling from the conservatory, if I remember this is large and spacious and is Dave's pride and joy in the summer.

As I walk towards the conservatory I can hear the girls talking, not very loud more like a loud whisper.

As I turn the corner into the room I see what I think is flesh, as I keep turning into the room I am struck dumb by the view that is in front of me, there on the large sofa under the window is the girls and Julie, they are all naked and are looking directly at me, I am speechless, all of them have stunning figures, and all of them are sitting directly in front of me naked with arms round one another with legs crossed.

There is a chair beside the door and I fall into it, not quite sure of anything, my mind is spinning and I have no option but to sit while Amy gets up and walks over to me. As Amy walks towards me I am aware that I am staring, seeing her walk, her neatly trimmed pussy as she moves, her leg muscles as they tighten, her breasts moving gently, she comes over and grabs my hand, she stands with her legs slightly open, I can see her pussy lips and the little bud as she moves my hand gently and uses it to slide a finger slowly down her soaking slit, as she does this she tells me that this is to be my payment for all that I have done, I am to be pampered and sucked and licked and even fucked by all three of them.

Julie gets up as Amy returns to the sofa, Julie stands in front of me now, her naked body inches from me, she starts to lean over and kisses me and start to unbutton my shirt her soft warm hands running across my chest, she slides my shirt off my shoulders and starts to kiss my neck, I cannot help but feel aroused as the two girls sit and watch while Julie kneels down to undo my belt, as I see her sliding onto her knees I cannot help but feel aroused, my cock pushing against the material of my trousers as she slides my belt out. Julie starts to undo the button on my trousers and I watch as both the girls start to kiss each other watching as their hands slide to their breasts, seeing them both against each other makes me harder still and I ache to be released.

Julie runs her hand down my zip and starts to pull my trousers off, she pulls them down and my cock pokes out of my shorts.

Pulling my shorts off she moves her mouth closer to my throbbing cock, she gently kisses the tip as my shorts come off, making me squirm as she gently sucks the tip of my cock into her soft lips.




Unforgettable Party



I look over at the two girls as I watch their tongues darting inside each other's mouths, watching as I see there hands gently caressing each other's breasts, gently squeezing each others nipples. Turning my attention back to Julie as she slowly sucks the tip of my cock, her soft breasts as they lay against my bare legs.

Julie gently cups my balls and gently squeezes them as she slowly sucks on the tip of my aching cock.

I watch as the girls get up and move out of the room, they are headed to the bedrooms, and I wonder if I am to follow them, but the attention Julie is paying to my cock makes me unable to move. I feel Julie's mouth and tongue as she teases me, gently squeezing my cock to stop me Cumming, she is paying her full attention to this.

After a few minutes of Julies firm breast on my leg while she sucks and teases the tip of my cock. The girls arrive back with full hands, of what I cannot see yet.

Julie stops and removes my cock from her mouth, I watch as she stands and moves away from me a few feet. The girls step forward and I can see some cuffs and some toys.

The girls move forward and I am held by the wrists loosely, they move me to the settee and place my hands by the rails of the fixed shelving behind, they click one end on each side leaving the other ends for me.

I sit there and let the girls click the locks into place over my wrists, I sit and watch as they stand back a little and they start to kiss each other. Meanwhile Julie has chosen a toy, it is a realistic looking rubber cock, she stands there while I watch her slide her hand around its base and she takes it into her mouth.

I watch as Julie slowly fucks the toy with her mouth, sucking it in and letting it slip back out.

Julie and the girls stop and they move so that they are standing in front of me, all three of them look stunning, all three of them together, legs slightly apart, being able to see them aroused, just wanting.

Amy starts to move closer to me, she stops when her legs are fully spread over me and I just look at the glistening bud and her swollen pussy as she reaches behind me, I gently take her nipple in my mouth as she bends. Amy comes back up and her nipple slips from my mouth, she has something in her fist, as she moves back standing I see a blindfold.

Amy steps forward and she unravel the blindfold; she moves forward and goes to put it on but stops.

She stands there and tells me that before I cannot see and before the fun starts, that I must first have a small teaser, after all everyone has a little taster first don't they.

With this she starts to move forward. I am on the edge of the settee as she steps forward, her legs opening further with each step and I watch as her pussy nears me.

I feel the warmth of her thigh as she pushes towards me, feeling her breasts and her nipples as she slides down me, pulling me forward as far as the cuffs allow.

Pulling me forward she puts her arms around my neck and she looks into my eyes as I feel her slide further down, her pubic hair brushing against the tip of my throbbing cock.

She closes her eyes and kisses me deeply as the tip of my cock pushing against her, feeling her soaking hot lips as they slide over the tip. I feel her lips warm against my aching cock as her pussy takes me inside her, her pussy stretching, her lips rolling back as she slides up, she grinds her hips as she takes my full throbbing cock inside her. She slides up again and lets the tip of my wet swollen cock slide out, she then kisses me with passion as she slowly slides down my cock taking in the whole length and grinds her hips milking me.

My cock slides out of Amy, as she kisses me and gets off, I can see she is wet, as she walks forward and I watch her glistening and wet thighs.

Now Sophie steps forward next and stand in front of me legs slightly apart as if to show me what is to come.

She steps towards me as Amy did and puts her arms around me, I can feel her pussy as she sits flattening my cock against my belly. 

She moves and kisses me deeply, gently sucking my tongue as she grinds her hips, feeling her pussy as she slides along my length. She stops kissing me and moans softly as she slides over the tip of my aching cock.

Moaning softly she moves her hips and takes the tip of my aching cock gently against her, she moves and uses my cock to gently spread her lips, she gasps as she takes the tip of my cock inside her, she bites my lip gently as she slides grinding her hips deep into me. She pulls off slightly and kisses me again, she lowers herself one more time taking the whole length of my throbbing cock deep into her soaking pussy, she then lets my cock slowly slide out of her, watching as her lips surround my aching cock, milking my length slowly as she rises, feeling her tight around me.

This time it is Julie that steps towards me, my body is on fire as I watch those few tiny steps she makes toward me. 

She stands by my feet with her legs open a little, enough for me to see her wet lips slightly open. 

She turns around so all I see is her back, as she spreads her legs a little further I see her lips as they pull slightly apart, she starts to move towards me with her back facing me.

She turns her head to see me as I pull as far forwards as the cuffs allow, she moves her self back so I am only an inch or so from her pussy, I can smell her wet and sweet, her lips as they sit slightly open.

Julie licks her lips at me and slowly reaches down to the floor, I watch as she bends, her pussy moving back, my tongue trying to reach her, she reaches the bottom and my mouth finds her swollen clit, taking her hard bud in my mouth, my face buried into her wet pussy, my tongue starts to tease and probe her slightly as she moans aloud. I taste her as she drips onto my tongue, feeling and smelling her warm on me. 

She pulls away from me and using the arm beside me she lowers herself slowly, I watch as I lean back and watch her lowering herself.

Her pussy starts to touch the tip of my cock and I feel her wet against me, a moan escapes both of us as she lowers slowly over the tip and continues to take the full length of my aching cock, watching as she slides back up, her pussy gripping my shaft as she raises. She lowers herself again and when she has taken the whole of my cock inside her she rocks back and forth using her hips and muscles to milk me.

She slowly raises herself off from me and I feel her pussy as it grips my shaft, she brings the blindfold forward into my view and I know I have to wear it.

Julie slowly puts the blindfold over my eyes, it is thick and like velvet. I cannot see a thing not even light from under it. She moves away from me, and all I hear is breathing.

The three of them are roughly the same size and weight, they are all toned and even their pussies are shaved similar. 

I feel a pair of hands on my knees as my legs are pushed open for them to move forward, and for their hands to move upwards.

I feel another pair of hands holding my left and the last pair holding my right hand, as the cuffs are taken off and my hands are brought forwards.

I feel a soft hand as it grips my cock gently, and I feel a hand holding and gently squeezing my balls. 

I feel skin against my fingers, I feel skin as they move and place their pussies on my hand, I can feel them wet, their hair brushing my fingers as they place themselves on their knees with their arses at my fingertips. I can tell by the way the air is blocked and by the sounds that they are open and waiting, while a kiss is placed on the tip of my cock, and her lips slowly take my throbbing cock inside.

My body is on fire as my finger tips brush against their soft wet skin, and as my cock is gently and slowly sucked and stroked. All I can do is to lie there full of electric feeling like I am in heaven, trying to picture the scene in front and of who are who and what they are feeling.

They swap around and I am left not knowing who is where, all I know is that my fingers are probing, always finding a wet and warm set of lips ready to accommodate my touch.

I start to use more than my one finger, and this new change has left me with two fingers and a third inside this woman's hot tight pussy. This continues and I can tell that as my cock is sucked and stroked with a new urgency that they are watching my fingers as they stretch and explore, watching my fingers as they slide deep inside, them pulling out moist. 

They continue to change round, and every time my cock is sucked and stroked as if time were short, I hear them as they moan, I can feel their bodies as there orgasms near. I use three fingers now and I can just fit, their pussies are tight, and all them crush my fingers as I enter them.

They stop and I feel as they move from me, my cock hitting my stomach. I feel hands as my blindfold is removed and they stand there red in the face, sweating and moving towards the settee I am sitting on.

I am pulled up standing, my erection looking massive as I stand there, Amy lies down with her pussy and legs spread and her ass just off of the settee.

I watch as Julie moves in front of me and climbs onto Amy, she spreads her legs so she is nearly standing; their pussies make my cock twitch, mother and daughter both spread wide and both wanting my throbbing cock inside them.

I am guided between Amy and Julie's legs my cock hard and throbbing by Sophie. My cock rest on their legs as Sophie drops to the floor, and rests herself against the settee just under Amy and her dripping pussy.

I watch as Sophie raises and takes my cock into her mouth, watching as my cock pointing down is sucked and milked, feeling her lips and hand tight around me as look at the site before me.

Sophie lets my cock slip from her mouth and using her hand guides me to Amy and her young tight pussy, I feel and watch as the tip of my cock rests gently against her lips, feeling as her wet pussy lets me slide closer still, feeling as my throbbing cock spreads her lips and they slide over me taking in the tip.

With the tip of my aching cock just inside Amy I use my thumbs and pull Julie's soaking pussy open, watching as her muscles tighten and her pussy tightens and I rest a finger just inside her.

My cock starts to slide slowly but deeper inside Amy hearing her moan as she takes my cock deeper inside her, my cock on fire as I feel her muscles tighten around me, feeling her pussy tighten and stretch with every stroke in and every stroke out

I feel my cock on the verge of exploding so I pull out, and use my fingers on Julie.

I am told to sit on the settee as they move around; again all three are in front of me. 

Julie tells me to sit, she kneels in front of me and take my aching cock into her hand and looks at me.

The two girls start to kiss each other and I watch their hands as they caress each other.

Julie takes the tip of my aching cock into her mouth to get my attention, and as I look at her she starts to talk in a sexy half whisper.

She tell me that I can watch the girls both cum, and that she wants me to be deep inside her when my cock explodes, a way to say thank you.

She gets up and her legs are now either side of mine, she moves forward and I watch her as she moves closer to me, I feel her legs warm and damp as she lowers herself.

I watch as she moves closer and we kiss, we kiss hard as she lowers herself so she is just touching my cock.

She leans back so I can see her pussy glistening and her lips as they slowly slide around the tip of my cock, I watch as she slowly lowers her pussy down my shaft, feeling her tight around me and hot as she takes me deeper.

I feel Julie's hot pussy tight around my shaft as she continues lowering and raising herself, each time she sucks me deep into her, each time I feel her pussy as it tightens around me, feeling her whole body tighten as she nears her orgasm.

I look down at the two girls who are laying side by side and are sliding two fingers into each other, I watch as I see there glistening wet finger sliding in and out of each other.

Julie is grinding her hips into me; I can feel her muscles and her body milking me, bringing me to orgasm deep inside her.

She senses my orgasm is about to come, I can feel her tense and tight as her own orgasm arrives, she lets out a small scream as her hips grind deeply onto me.

Another scream as my own cock buried deep inside her explodes, she grinds deeper onto me and her body clenches as wave after wave erupts from my twitching cock, I feel cock buried deep inside her, her muscles as they clench and relax. 

The girls hearing and watching this use their fingers on each other, kissing as they slide two fingers deeper and deeper into their young tight pussies, I hear there moans as there orgasms approach.

I watch Amy and Sophie as they cum, I watch their pussies as they contract and the fingers slide in deeper, them kissing each other as there orgasms explode from their every muscle.

Watching this makes me hard again and Julie's pussy is still milking me slowly, I feel my cock growing hard inside her, feeling her as she grinds onto me.

I start to slide my cock into her soaking pussy, watching as I slide out feeling my own cum and her juices as they slide down my growing cock.

I hold her arse and I pull her further open as I slide my cock in watching as my own juices and hers slide onto my pubes as I pull my cock out.

I feel a hand gently squeeze my balls as I slide my cock slowly inside Julies pussy, I start to slide my hardened cock out and the hand squeezes me gently as it grips my shaft, it is Amy that is sliding her hand over my cock, she strokes me and I watch her hand as it squeezes me and strokes me, I watch Julie and her pussy only inches from me as her daughters hand gets covered in her mother's juices and mine.

Julie moves towards Sophie and I watch as they kiss, Amy is between my legs now; she strokes my hard cock and uses her tongue to lap at my glistening cock.

I feel myself wanting to cum again as I see Julie sitting with her dripping pussy over Sophie.

Sophie uses her tongue to lap at mine and Julies juices as they slide from above, watching this and feeling Amy as she takes my cock into her mouth, she starts to stroke my cock harder and faster, she takes my cock deep into her throat and I feel my orgasm approach.

I watch Sophie as she uses two fingers to spread her friends mother while she slides her tongue inside her, hearing them moan, I feel my own cock as it nears its own orgasm, Amy strokes me harder but slower this time as she feels my twitching cock.

I look on as the moaning increases and I feel my cock as Amy slide it deep into her throat, feeling my cock deep inside her throat as my cock explodes for a second time.

The girls finish and they sit up and watch as Amy slowly sucks my cock dry, using her hand and her lips to drain me completely, gently squeezing my balls and slowly milking my cock as I start to go limp.

Amy lets my cock go and kisses me gently as she gets up, the girls are finished and they move towards me, the move in and kiss me and each other gently, all of us a mass of sweat and assorted fluids kissing.

We break from our group and we say nothing, we all grab our clothes and head to the bathrooms.

The girls go to one, and I head to the other, Julie heads for her bedroom and her on suit, and the unconscious Dave on the bed, still clothed.

I hear my door close and the one the girls are using. The whole of tonight is a fog in my head, I have fucked a mother and a daughter, and I have watched the daughter stroke my cock while I am still inside her own mother.

I finish washing and I put my clothes back on, I hear a door go before I can open mine.

I walk out and hear nothing except a groan from Dave, so I walk towards their bedroom to see if Julie is okay after tonight.

I walk up the stairs and I move towards the open door, as I look in I see Julie she is washed but naked, and she stands by Dave who is stirring in his sleep.

I watch as Julie takes his semi hard cock into her hand and she start to stroke him gently.

I watch as she takes the tip of his cock into her mouth, I feel myself becoming hard but I know this is no place for me now.

I go downstairs and checking the room I open the door and leave, I don't know what is going to happen, I will have to see them again and soon no doubt.

But it was a great party.



Unforgettable Retirement Party



The stories I submit are based on actual experiences that have changed my life. Of course names are changed to protect all involved.

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Who would have thought that when a good friend of mine invited me and my wife to his retirement party we would fuck the night away. I have known Mike for more than 20 years having worked for the same company for several years before he retired from an injury.

Mike was married to a very beautiful young woman, Becky, who I had known since she was about 15 years old. Mike and I were several years older than she but he ended up married to Becky. Over the years we kept in touch but didn't spend a lot of time together. When Mike retired Becky threw a big party which my wife and I were invited to attend. Of course we wanted to celebrate the occasion and agreed to go.

The night started off innocently enough with lots of people we worked with telling stories, laughing, re-living the good old days, and drinking. I always thought Becky was hot and often fantasized fucking her. As the night went on we all got drunk and the party got crazy. As I staggered out of the restroom I found Becky standing outside waiting to use it next. She asked me to wait to help her walk back to the dance floor. I waited a few minutes and Becky opened the door and asked if I knew where the paper towels were. I walked in and she closed the door behind me and locked it.

I looked at her and we immediately began kissing. The kissing quickly turned to grabbing each other. I spun Becky around and pressed her against the wall. As I kissed her neck I slowly unzipped her dress while she reached back and unzipped my pants reaching for my cock. Now Becky was only 24 years old, 5'7", Long Brown hair, 34 C tits, and a 24" waist, with intoxicating green eyes. Once her dressed was unzipped I pulled it down to reveal the most perfect tits and ass in a white G string. I reached between her legs and found that she was soaking wet and knew she was horny as hell by the way she moaned in my ear. She turned to face me and immediately dropped to her knees and wrapped her beautiful mouth around my 8" cock and swallowed me balls deep. Her tongue felt like velvet as she sucked and licked my cock. I wanted to explode but she stopped me short my squeezing my balls and saying, "not yet, inside me."

As she stood up we again began kissing deeply and passionately. She turned her back to me and said that she has wanted me to fuck her ever since we first met but that she married Mike and I married Sue. With that I confessed my fantasies of her and began fucking her from behind. In less than two minutes she began to orgasm and was doing all she could not to scream. I continued to fuck her and with her third orgasm I exploded inside her filling her with my cum.

As soon as we finished she began sucking my cock clean of any cum I had left and of all of her sweet juices. With cum dripping from her pussy she stood up and put four fingers inside herself and pulled them out like a cup filled cum. She looked at her hand then me and began licking it up like a cat before putting it all in her mouth and swallowing.

Lucky for us there were two doors to the bathroom and each of us left through separate doors. Outside each door was a line of unsuspecting people waiting. Becky and I met back on the dance floor where Mike and Sue were engaged in a slow dance. Perfect I thought and asked Becky to dance. What a rush dancing next to my friend and wife with the woman I just fucked. As we danced close to Mike and Sue, Becky reached out and grabbed Sue's ass telling her she had a nice ass and wanted to spank it. Sue laughed and told her she was drunk and thanked her for the compliment. She returned the favor by grabbing Becky's ass and asked if her tits were as firm as her tight ass. Becky grabbed Sue's hand, placed it inside her dress and on her bare tits, and asked, "Are they?" To my surprise Sue squeezed Becky's tits several times before telling her that her ass and tits were both firm enough to bounce a quarter off of.

After the dancing the four of us sat and talked for a while before Mike asked us to look at the new car he bought Becky. We walked outside and the cold mountain air caused Sue and Becky's nipples to instantly harden. Since neither wore a bra the effect was obvious and I quickly pointed it out Mike. Mike bought Becky a new Porsche and on the front seat was a box he had placed without Becky knowing. Becky looked puzzled and Mike told her to open it. When she opened her eyes widened. She then took out a very sexy white lace teddy. This was unusual for Mike because he was very reserved especially in intimacy. While holding the teddy up for us to see Becky floored us all when she said that tonight had lots of surprises and asked if that meant she gets to have two men or a woman or both?

I about chocked when Sue, who was always very reserved, told Becky and Mike to come over to our house after the party for a Jacuzzi and we would see where the night takes us. Becky immediately agreed but Mike hesitated and began making excuses about having to pick up their daughter. Becky told Mike that she wanted to go and that the daughter was spending the night with her grandparents.

The party ended with a slow dance and again we had switched partners, Mike with sue and me with Becky. I looked over and was delighted to see Mike kissing Sue's neck and feeling her ass. I was shocked to see Sue's right hand rubbing Mike's cock between them thinking no one could see. I told Becky who laughed and said this will be a night to remember. With that she asked Mike if she could cut in. He said sure and Sue began backing up to allow them to dance. She was caught off guard when Beck grabbed her to dance with. 

As they playfully danced Becky made their way to dark corner. Very few guests were left and most were sitting at tables. I watched as they danced and saw Becky talking with Sue and Sue laughing. The laughter turned to a longing stare which lead to a quick kiss from Becky then back to dancing. As the song neared the end I saw Becky pull Sue into her and the two hold each other tight. When the song ended Becky grabbed Sue's ass and kissed her hard and Sue allowed Becky's tongue to snake into her mouth for a long French kiss.

They returned to where Mike and I were standing not knowing we watched them. Sue said we had to go and again asked Mike and Becky to come over. As Sue and Becky parted they held hands until Sue was in the truck. Sue and I didn't talk about what happened at the dance but rather about getting home and getting the Jacuzzi heated and wondering if Mike and Becky would really show up. I broached the subject and asked what she plans to do if they do show up? Sue said she wasn't sure but that she was extremely horny and that maybe one of my fantasies would come true. I couldn't let that go and asked which one? She said I would have to wait.

Mike and Becky arrived less than thirty minutes after we got home. The Jacuzzi wasn't quite ready so I poured everyone a drink not wanting the mood to soften. As we laughed and talked Sue said she was cold and wanted to get in the spa. She had already changed into a sexy bikini and asked Becky if she need to borrow a suit. Sue and Becky are very close to the same size in every way and looks also. Becky grabbed Sue by the face and said, "Honey, I'm not shy" and with that she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. There she was the same naked body I fucked earlier standing before her husband and my wife wearing that white G String.

Becky giggled and grabbed Sue's hand and began running toward the spa. Once at the spa Becky and Sue jumped in. Mike and I quickly joined them. After a few minutes Becky took off her G String and held it up for us to see. She then walked over to Sue and said, "Okay Baby, I'm naked, now your turn." With that Becky untied Sue's top which Sue did not resist. There they were, our wives topless and Mike and I staring. I broke the ice and told them that I loved their tits and couldn't wait to see the rest of their beautiful bodies. Sue laughed a sultry laugh and didn't give Becky the chance to take her bottoms. She reached beneath the water and immediately held up her bikini bottoms.

Not to be out done I took off my suit and Mike the one I loaned him. We sat nude in the bubbling water with very little to be seen. I turned the spa up to 102 degrees and it was getting out. I said the hot water was making me light headed and got out exposing my hardened cock. Sue said, "Brad, oh my God" and everyone laughed. I quickly said, "What! Two gorgeous naked women in my spa gets my dick hard." Mike said he agreed and also got out with a raging hard on. Sue again said Oh my God and we laughed.

With Mike and me out of the spa Becky made her way over to Sue and asked if she too was light headed. Without giving her a chance to answer Becky moved in and began kissing Sue and feeling her naked body. Mike and I watched as the kiss turned into making out and hands feeling each other's body above and below the water. After a minute or two Sue grabbed Becky by the hand and escorted her out of the water, into the house, and into the living room in front of the fire pace where I had a very warm fire burning. As they lay down Sue told Becky, "Brad has always wanted to see me fuck another girl and you said give you two guys or a girl. I've never fucked a girl but want to fuck you right here right now." Becky told Sue, "I haven't fucked a girl either but have fantasied about it and lick my own fingers after I fuck myself pretending it is another girl's pussy. I want a woman tonight"

With that Becky and sue began kissing and petting each other. Timidly Sue worked her way down to suck Becky's tits one then the other. Becky moaned loudly as she played with and pulled Sue's long hair. Both women had shaved pussies and complimented each other on the grooming. Simultaneously each reached for the others pussy and began fingering. The moans grew louder and Becky growled for Sue to fuck her and fuck her hard. Sue began pumping two then three fingers in and out of Becky's pussy that was wet and she was about to cum. She screamed as her orgasm hit, a sound I had heard earlier, and pumped her hips to meet Sue's hand. As the orgasm subsided Becky pushed Sue onto her back and without hesitation spread Sue's legs and planted her face on Sue's naked mound. Sue screamed Oh Shit as she felt Becky's tongue lap at her juices that were flowing.

Knowing what she likes Becky inserted two fingers into Sue's pussy as she licked sending Sue into spasms as she had multiple orgasms. Becky put Sue over the top and made her squirm when just as Sue's orgasm slowed she stuck a finger into Sue's ass that was well lubed with all of the pussy juices that were flowing. Sue tried to squirm away but Becky kept her close and turned her over onto her stomach with her as in the air. Becky smacked Sue's ass telling her it was nice and tight and needed to be fucked. Sue protested slightly as Becky began licking her ass and the protest stopped when Becky began slowly inserting her well lubed finger into her ass again and again. Soon Sue was fucking Becky's hand asking for more and allowing Becky to place two fingers into her virgin ass.

As Sue and Becky fucked Sue yelled "honey get my toys please." I quickly ran to our bedroom and retrieved Sue's rabbit and her 8" dildo. When I returned Sue told Becky "my turn" and pushed her ass backward causing Becky to fall onto her back. Sue slid up Becky's naked body and sat on her face in a 69 position and demanded Becky eat her pussy. Sue then bent down and licked Becky's wet pussy while motioning for her toys. I handed them to her and Becky screamed and giggled as Sue turned on the rabbit and stuck inside her and used every combination of motion it has to offer. After Becky had multiple orgasms herself Sue moistened the dildo with Becky's juices and told Becky to turn over. Becky hesitated and Sue told her turnabout is fair play bitch now turn over.

Becky did as she was told and Sue smacked her as several times on each cheek asking her if she wants to be fucked my two men or a woman. Becky's answer of she didn't know lead to more smacks and a more stern asking of the same question. After three or four smacks Becky screamed "A woman, I want a woman to fuck me." Sue smiled and began licking Becky's ass and lubing it with the juices she sucked from Becky's pussy. Sue pressed on Becky's ass with a finger which made Becky jump as it went inside. Becky moaned and asked for more which Sue gladly gave her. When Sue had three fingers pumping in and out of Becky's tight ass she knew she was ready. Sue pushed Becky's head down and pulled her ass up. Slowly Sue licked the dildo and pushed it into Becky's soaking wet pussy. When it was nice and wet she began teasing Becky's ass and gently worked the dildo around until the head popped into her ass and then the shaft little by little. The more Sue fucked Becky's ass with the dildo the more Becky wanted to be fucked. Sue eventually had the dildo inside Becky's tight ass and was pumping Becky to yet more orgasms. After several orgasms Becky begged Sue to stop and just fuck her pussy and face.

Sue obliged Becky's request and the two lay side by side fondling, fingering, and fucking each other's pussy followed by licking of juices from their fingers. They passionately kissed and Sue asked Becky if she did okay for her first time fucking another girl. Becky laughed and told her she had never been fucked that good by a man and that for her first fucking by a woman it was fantastic. Becky asked Sue if she did okay for her first time with a woman and Sue kissed her passionately then told her she loved it and wants more.

As the talked about each other's performance Mike and I made our way down beside them. The four of us lay naked in front of the fire talking about how hot they looked with each other and how much it turned us on to watch them. Sue really shocked me when she reached for Mike's cock instead of mine and asked if he really liked it. Feeling Mike's hard cock in her hand she said I guess you did. Becky asked Sue if she could suck my cock, not that she hadn't already but wanted to play it safe, and Sue said absolutely.

The night continued but that is another story.



Unforgettable Sexual Encounter



Chapter 1. . Part 1.

Sex on the Beach.

As I was launching my 5 meter rubber dingy with its 60 hp motor, two beautiful English beauties asked if I can take them for a trip. 

I said to myself, 'why not?' 

'No problem.' I answered. They put their belongings on my dingy and after starting the engine we were just flying over the calm waters of the Mediterranean Sea. My decision was to take them to a secluded hidden beach. It's a sandy beach which can only be assessed from the sea that had the perfect beauty and serenity, which is rare around these islands.

By the time we were out of sight of the prying locals, these two beauties started to get more comfortable. Their light blouses and short skirts ended at the bottom of the dingy. Their skimpy bikinis were exposing more than too much. At my age of 50, my eyes popped out at the beauty of these two twenty year or so, olds. My cock started moving up in my shorts and it was evident for the young ladies to notice. One of the girls was trying to steel a glance at the tent that had already formed. Well for my age I was proud I was still secure and sure if the occasion presented itself, I can give them more than they yearn for.

These young ladies were really, good looking. Joan was about 5 ft 7 with a great hour glass body, black hair and black eyes. Measurements I assume 36B 23 38. Her legs looked great and quite long like a James Bond Girl. And what about her behind! Not too big, nicely rounded with round half moon shaped cheeks. Once she bent down, wow, it looked incredible and sure can make any man not just steal one glance but a handful. Sandra on the other hand was blonde and a bit taller, green eyes and a body to match. Her legs were long and her tits heavier than Joan's, maybe around 36C. Her crotch looked fuller in her small bikini bottoms and even the slit line was showing between the two fleshy lips on the insides of her inner thighs. Wearing a skimpy string yellow bikini ended her round ass was totally bare. The string just hidden between the full ass cheeks was tied to the sides just at the bikini line. Towards the front, the smallest triangle was just covering, sure one of the most beautiful imaginary hot pussies. When she turned towards me, her pussy's lumpy lips where totally pushing out against the centre fold of the little triangle, which was immersed between the outer lips. All her assets were not only on display through the tight bottoms, but evident, that they were within reach. 

It was getting harder for me to concentrate. Cruising the dingy at full speed over the calm waters towards the destination was becoming horrendous. My fantasies were wild, just watching these beautiful creatures enjoying themselves in the bright sun. Exposing themselves so much was having a huge effect on my hot blood, rendering me nearly uncontrollable. My hard cock was more than hard and the ladies where eyeing and peeking. I was wondering what they were dreaming off and if so, whether it was a positive or a negative. The beach I was heading for is very secluded and usually be deserted until mid afternoons. Luxurious boats anchor later for nude bathing, private parties and after sundown group sex and orgies.

Both gals were fascinated with the speed and the ploughing of the water. The dingy seemed like flying over the smooth surface of the blue sea. Their long hair flying as the boat sped forward.

'How long will it take?' Sandra asked.

'Less than half hour,' I answered, 'are you enjoying yourselves.'

'It's fantastic' Joan said 'never cruised at such high speeds'.

'Great, sure will enjoy the rest of the day. On this beach you can even swim and sunbathe in the nude. Mostly is deserted until the mid afternoon'. I said with a seducing smile. It was a risk I took, but just wanted to test the girls if they were ready for any adventures.

'Oh! That's great,' Sandra answered.' Love to swim and sunbathe in my birth suit, sure Joan loves it too.'

'But you have a problem as you have to keep busy oiling our bodies,' Joan continued.

'It will be an honour to enjoy such pleasures. Massaging such lustful bodies sure is my greatest desire.' I answered.

'But you already have a problem,' Sandra said.

'What do you mean?' I asked.

'Your swimsuit will soon be breaking.' Sandra continued.

'Oh! My little brother is getting naughty.' I answered. 'But I don't think he'll cause any problem if two such lovely ladies are at hand.' I answered.

'We have to test HIS capabilities Sam.' Joan answered.

'Well ..... I don't believe HE'll disappoint. HE knows what his capabilities are.' I answered on HIS behalf while Joan and Sandra were lost laughing. 

'We may have some doubts about your little brother although he looks more than little.' Joan continued with a big smile.

'For my age I feel very young in every way, just have to wait and experience it, Since you started exposing yourselves my little, Oh better, call him big brother now, haven't stopped waiting and hasn't lost any of his grit.'

'That is very, very true but when he comes to perform...' I jumped over Sandra's statement.

'Just wait and see. Although I am over 50, he is much younger and please don't insult him. He sure will perform. It is how you perform, the kind of energy, and the pleasure you intend to experience which in the end counts.'

'Well I think we have to wait and see, how the situation develops,' Sandra said moving closer to me. She was incredibly beautiful, her smooth skin, her innocent smiling face, from which her sexual desires and lust were obvious. At that moment with one hand on the steering wheel and the other I put against Sandra's bare ass. Massaging her very smooth skin definitely made my big brother much harder than it ever was. Why, I couldn't say, as I had quite a share of hot sex and great sexual experiences ever since I retired to this island. 

We looked into each others eyes and our lips moved closer until contact. Her tongue started trenching between my lips and her hand moved down to my very hard little monster. As much as I was enjoying massaging her ass, she must be enjoying touching my little brother, Sam junior. But I also had to be on the look out that we will not fly over any submerged reefs and end in hell rather than in heaven.. Joan was watching the action with a keen eye. Our lips separated and I stood up watching carefully where the boat is going. The beach in question was getting closer. Sandra stood up next to me and again put her hand inside my pants to get a better feeling. She came to me again, continued kissing me. I, again started feeling her ass and exploring the crack between the two nice round globes as one finger moved round the half moon line. Her legs, closed together, relaxed and opened. Now |I can reach further down, between them where I got the first feeling of her wet pussy. The juice was moving down the inside of her legs. Her gusset was drenched. 

'Oh Sam I am so hot, don't think I can wait till we arrive.' 

The beach was already in sight and in a couple of minutes we were cruising between the cliffs, towards this beautiful serene sandy beach. I reduced the speed dramatically and moved slowly until the dingy was just on the sand. I jumped off, took the rope and tied the dingy to one side of the cliff. As I hoped, there was nobody on the beach. We were alone. I helped the girls off the dingy and our few possessions were moved to the shade of a small cave close by. Then on to the sunshine. They spread and inflated the mattresses, and dived into the blue clear waters. I done the same and moved in between. We swam, played and laughed until they started feeling between my legs. I must say I was more than still hard dreaming when I will watch them take their bottoms off. It did not take long and I did not look away, just watched those beautiful orifices of love come out to enjoy the sun. On the first touch I became harder. I moved closer to Joan and put my hand on her ass moving slowly towards her valley of the forbidden fruits.



Unforgettable



Kurt kept inching up her thigh and as he got closer to her wanting pussy her took her right leg and positioned it over the back of the couch. Her left foot instinctively went to the carpet. Her pussy was spread before him in all it's swimming wet glory. His face was only a few inches from it. Moving his hand to it he tickled the outside edges as he gently blew his warm breath onto it. Then using his finger tips he delicately opened her lips and blew a directed stream of breath into it. His fingers then released. He took a deep breath of her aroma, umm, so sweet, he thought. He moved his mouth closer and his lips on her pussy lips and began to kiss them as is he were kissing her mouth. His tongue began to french her pussy, driving delicately between her lips, opening them, drinking her juices, darting playfully about before making it's way up. He discovered her coveted entrance and stopped to play awhile longer. Her hands at this excruciating point reached down and took his head, pulling his up higher and in closer. She wanted his mouth and tongue on her clit, no more fucking around. He sensed her frustration and went to work on the swollen clit pressed against his lips. He circled it and flicked with increased speed. Her hands pulled him tight against her pussy forcing him to take her clit into his mouth and suck at it as he tongued it. His hands went back to her tits where he took her nipples, squeezing and pulling them. She was becoming very vocal and her hips began to lift and twitch. Kurt opened his eyes to look at her face but found her head to be rolling from side to side as she uttered oh's and ah's and oh God's, edging closer to an orgasm. Her stomach muscles were beginning to spasm like waves on an ocean and Kurt knew she was close. He kept his pace knowing rhythm was most important at this point. She let go of his head and dropped her now clinched fists at her sides. Her hips lifted nearly off the couch as she cried out "Yes!" and burst forth in waves of orgasm with hips tense and quivering and pussy tightening like a vice beneath his chin. Kurt wasn't letting go of her clit until he was sure he had brought out all that this orgasm had to offer. Her pussy juices were dripping from her and her hip thrusting had coated his chin with thick pussy juice making it harder for him to stay in position. He orgasm slowed and subsided but to his surprise she made no signs or motions for him to stop, so he continued tonguing and sucking her clit. Her soft cries of yes and oh continued for a few more moments when the tensing began again in a second building orgasm, then "Yes!, God damn it, Yes!", she exploded again in an equally forcefully orgasm, grabbing at the couch cushions and cuming all over Kurt's face. This continued for a third orgasm before she finally pulled her clit away from his mouth. Her juices were thick on her pussy and inner thighs, he figured they would be on his mouth and chin as well. He got up and walked behind the bar to get a towel and wiped his face. "Could I use that when you're done?," she asked, not turning her head. "Of course, I'll get you a clean one," he replied. Kurt walked back to the couch and handed Kristi the clean bar towel. Lifting his drink he sipped, being polite as she took the time to clean herself up then dabbing the couch cushion. "Don't worry, it's Scotch guarded," Kurt told her. Kristi turned around and took her drink also. "Wow, you have technique," she said, "most guys think they do but your sure of yourself." She took another sip of her drink and placed it back on the table. "Let's see if I can return the favor," she said as she moved over on the couch to where Kurt was standing. She reached up and pulled down his zipper, reaching into his pants she ran her hand up and down his thickened cock then pulled down the waist band of his underwear and pulled it out. The cock head was damp from pre-cum. As she ran her fingernails along his shaft and over the head he began to grow and stiffen more until she had it hard and very thick. She admired the veins running along the sides and traced them, then ran her fingertips delicately around the circumference of the outermost thickness of his cock head. He wasn't overly long, maybe six inches but boy was he thick, she thought, and his cock head was larger than the thickness of his shaft. She believed his cock looked a lot like the many fake dicks she had seen in sex toy catalogs, it was perfect. Kurt has his eyes closed as she admired his cock with her eyes and fingers. His drink glass was tipped, about to spill over. He caught the mishap before it happened when she spoke, bringing him back to awareness. "We need to do something about these pants." Kurt placed his drink on the table after and quick drink and began to unbuckle his belt. "No baby, let me," she interrupted his hand with her own. Unbuckling his belt, his cock stood firm within inches of her. Another drop of pre-cum oozed from it's delicate tip and she took an index finger and spread it around his cock head making his entire cock jump and twitch with pleasure. She then unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his legs. Kurt stepped out of them and his slip on loafers. Next she slid her fingers around the sides of his underwear and slid them down and off. Not giving him a chance to sit down, her hand went right to the shaft of his cock. She spent no more time playing or admiring and went right to work with her tongue, cleaning the pre-cum from his cock head. Kurt closed his eyes as his knees weakened and his cock jumped under the tender softness of her tongue. She cleaned his cock head for what seemed like an eternity then used her tongue to circle the thick blue hued ring of it's circumference. Her hand on his shaft remained motionless, only to move his cock around in circles so her tongue could get all of him. His salty taste felt good on her tongue and like Kurt before her, she wanted not only his but her pleasure to last a long time. With the hand on his pulsing shaft she stood his cock up straight and began to run the tip of her tongue along the crevice of the underside of his head. This brought the first audible moan from Kurt. Hearing his approval, she continued this a bit longer before resuming the circling with her tongue only now she started at the outer thick ring and made her slow circular way to the tip. To her delight another gleam of pre-cum was waiting for her. Her tongue circles went up and down like a slow motion inverted vortex only on the cock head. Her freehand reached up and cupped his balls, his hair tickling her palm. Then she backed away "Mind if I just look some more?;" she asked. Kurt offered no reply, just standing there with his eyes closed. Kristi's eyes followed his cock from the underside at the root of this thickly swollen center vessel, it's engorgement of blood coloring it an almost light red with blue wispy highlights and a blue, pulsing vein near the surface, just beneath the delicate layer of opaque skin. At the top it ended where the pale circumcision scar began, then a tiny edge of skin leading to where the super delicate cock head came together. His cock head was a blueish purple. She admired it's largeness like a scoop of ice cream sitting atop a section of sugar cane. The opening in the blunt tip had a tiny blue vein just at the depression. The sides of his shaft were steel hard with a bumpiness like an irregular ladder that swept around and met in the center of the front of the shaft. All of this covered by the layer of opaque skin that easily moved up and down but not too far in either direction. It never failed to amaze Kristi how all this erotic hard, stiff manhood could feel so soft and delicate in her hand and taste so warm on her tongue. Kristi took Kurt's hands and pulled him around to sit down. She slid off the couch and crouched before him, his beautiful cock twitching in rhythm to his pulse. Grasping his hips she pulled him a little more towards the edge of the cushion. Using her palms she ran her hands up and down both sides of his cock from the thumb side at it's base to the tip on her pinky side. Kurt moaned and let his eyes close once again, dropping his head to the back of the couch. He wasn't thinking, only feeling. Kristi lowered her head and placed a firm but gentle kiss on the opening of his cock head. She let her tongue drop slightly and toyed with the opening. The kiss lingered and Kurt was well into a new sort of heaven. She retracted her tongue and at the same time sucked his cock head completely into her mouth. They both felt the warmth of each other which caused a shudder in each of them like a light clap of unexpected thunder would make one tense up. Lightly sucking his cock head she let her tongue run up and down the cleft then flicked it back and forth. She liked playing these lingering games with his cock, she was having fun with it while at the same time savoring its blends of tastes and reactions in her mouth. She was also loving Kurt's moans and twitching brought about by her playfulness. Feeling ready to move forward, Kristi circles the shaft with her thumb and forefinger and began to stroke the skin of Kurt's cock. Adding to that, as her hand stroked up, her mouth went down, as her hand went down, her mouth came up. Her mouth never traveled far beyond his cock head, she could tell he liked that. Her motions with mouth and hand were not fast or quick but even and pressured to give pleasure, not fast and orgasm designed. Kurt seemed no where near orgasm and Kristi like it that he was reasonably relaxed, as one could be while getting a blow job, and enjoying her. She would know when the tension would start to build too much. Kristi didn't not want that, just not now and not in her mouth, she wanted his beautiful cock in her wet, warm pussy. This sucking of Kurt's cock head and shaft stroking continued a while longer then Kristi found herself taking more and more of him into her mouth. As she was taking perhaps half of his thick saliva wet cock in her mouth her hand took to rest at the base, steadying his shaft and holding down his hair. His hips began to rise in involuntary reaction to his tightening ass muscles and Kristi knew he was inching towards cuming. She stopped her head and with a strong suck of her cheeks, slowly drew him out of her mouth. She looked up at his peaceful face. He was looking down and she asked quietly "May I sit on this gorgeous cock and fuck my pussy with it?" "Whatever you wish Kristi, that cock belongs to your desires." Kurt's reply was whispered almost and directed to the high cathedral ceiling. Kristi lowered her head one more time and kissed it before standing up. She placed one knee at a time onto the cushion beside Kurt's hips and leaned forward placing her hands on his shoulders. Her puss was positioned just above Kurt's rigid cock. Kristi lowered to touch him with her pussy lips then reached back and moved his cock back and forth against her lips, once again coated with her thick wetness before lowering herself more, taking in the head, squeezing, another inch or so, squeezing, half of him, squeezing, then finally all of his blood hardened thickness was pounding its pulse deep in the warmth of her pussy, squeezing. She just sat there and exhaled "It's been so long and it feels so good." "Yes, and it's so very glad to be there," was Kurt's response. Kristi's ass began to move, not up and down but in circles and back and forth. She didn't squeeze Kurt's cock but simply let it ride back and forth and side to side against her pussy walls. Kurt reached out and cupped the cheeks of her ass, letting his hands ride in motion with those luscious cheeks. Her breasts, nipples hard with wrinkled aureole's, swayed gently above his chest. Kristi inched her knees forward on the cushion, driving Kurt's cock seemingly deeper and began to ride up and down on his cock. She brought him nearly out then back down. Her ass started moving slow but began to pick up speed and she squeezed him. It was not long before Kurt began to move his hips up and down beneath her, fucking her back. Kristi was now leaning forward, full against Kurt's chest, her breasts smashed firmly into his. They were fucking strong now and Kurt's cock was feeling the full, strong impact of her pussy. He moved his hands around to her hip bones and gently pushed back and down on them until he believed her clit had contact with his stroking shaft. "Yes, baby, Oh yes," he knew he had the right pressure and position as she whispered in his ear. With this stronger clit contact Kristi began to fuck harder and lifted her head. "Ohhh, yea, yea, Mmmmm, yea, cuming baby, I'm cumming, yea, Yes!, Ahhhh! Fuck.......me, Ah yea, fuck me Kurt!" Kristi's orgasm was choking Kurt's cock and coaxing him ever closer to his own extremely close orgasm. Kristi's orgasm felt like tightly wrapped velvet around his now ever thickening cock head. Kristi rode him his full length then Kurt stiffened his arms and full length of his body, ramming his shaft fully into Kristi. He looked like a gymnast, his body as stiff as his cock from chest to ankles, his ass completely off the couch. He was going to cum as never before, he felt it deep inside his pussy soaked balls. "Ummm, that's right, Kristi, ride it, I'm about to explode," he nearly yelled out. Kristi then swiftly leapt off his cock and kneeled beside his stiff body. She took his wet, cum engorged cock into her mouth and with a sucking of her mouth and her hand stroking hard and fast finished the work began by her pussy. She felt cum squirt into the roof and back of her mouth, she swallowed, then a stronger stream and more squirts. She didn't let go, sucking and stroking until all of Kurt's cum was out, he shaking with orgasm, grunting and breathing deep, yes's escaped his lips. Kristi lay her head on his lower abdomen as his tower began to collapse and soften and his body relaxed back down to the couch. Almost together and with the same words they said "That was the best orgasm I've ever had." Kristi giggled a little, Kurt smiled and began to stroke her hair. They lay this way for several minutes. "How about I get us fresh drinks. I'm sure these are warm and watered down," Kurt softly said. "How about just a glass of water for me," Kristi asked, "Pussy and cum can be a taste treat but has an after taste. I could stand to rinse my mouth." "You got it," Kurt said. Kristi sat up and Kurt walked to the bar as Kristi admired his tight little ass. She loved how each cheek has a small depression in it with little dimples near the top center. Kurt fixed himself a short martini and Kristi a spring water. He poured the gin and tonics down the sink. Looking at the clock on the wall it read three o'clock. "Holy shit, it's three o'clock," Kurt exclaimed, taking Kristi's water to her, his martini almost to his lips.

"You're kidding," Kristi reached for her water and said "thank you. Not only for the water but for great head and a remarkable fuck." "Thank you as well Kristi, for great head, a remarkable fuck, then more great head. I thought my cock head was gonna blow off." "Glad it didn't," Kristi wrinkled her nose in mock disgust. "Would you like to spend the night and maybe the weekend Kristi?" "Sounds fun, any particular plans for the weekend? Oh, I'll have to call in sick for tomorrow night though." "No, no plans, We can just play it by ear. I can cover your tips and pay for Saturday night if you like." "Now, that makes me feel like a whore." Kristi looked hurt as she said it. "I'm a dumb shit, I'm sorry, that was pretty insensitive of me. Please accept my apology and forgive my stereotypical inexperience." Kurt started toward her. He took her hand and said "Really, I'm sorry." "Ah, it's ok, I guess I shouldn't have reacted so strongly, but it just seems many men think dancers double as whore's, it gets sickening." Kristi looked into Kurt's eyes as she said this. "That shows how ignorant men can be," Kurt looked back with his weak explanation, but his apology was sincere. "Let's forget it, apology accepted." With that at least smoothed over Kurt offered a shower. Kristi accepted gladly, but with the insistence that Kurt join her. He ushered her to a bathroom that she had only seen in magazines. The large shower at one end had two shower heads. The hot tub at the other end could fit six easily. With her usual lack of modesty she sat down on the toilet and peed. Kurt excused himself, "I'll get us robes for after our shower." "Ok, hurry back," she replied, squeezing out the last few drops of pee.

 Kurt returned with two soft terrycloth robes and fresh towels. He pushed a single button on the wall near the shower and both shower heads began to flow with pre-set tempered water. They stepped in and embraced, standing in the middle of the stall, a spray of water showering them from both ends. Kristi leaned her head back to look up a Kurt. He bent down kissed her lips and she responded, pulling him in tighter, her hands moving down the small of his back, resting firmly on his muscular, trim butt. Kurt's hands roamed Kristi from shoulders to butt, up her sides, brushing her tits as he mover to her shoulders again. Their kiss broke, Kristi spoke first. "Your quite a fuck mister, probably the best I've ever had." "And your an amazing fuck," Kurt replied, "and that head job at the end, what a surprise." "I've never had a man cum so much, I almost had trouble keeping up with you." "Felt like a lot to me, you brought me to a level I have never been." Kurt was stroking her butt, the warm water splashing them both. "How about I wash you hair Kristi?" "I would like that," she answered, "and by the way, you can stop calling me Kristi, it's only a stage name." Kurt looked puzzled. "The owner picked it for me. My real name is Donna and he didn't think that would work." Kurt didn't respond right away, though it didn't make much difference he did like Kristi better. He reached for a frosted glass container behind her and pushed the pump. The shower began to fill with the aroma of Tea Tree Oil Shampoo. Kurt worked it into her hair. She turned around let the spray of warm water attack the front of her as Kurt shampooed her long hair. "Umm, that smells good, what is it?" she asked. "It's Tea Tree Oil," Kurt replied, "Don't ask me where it comes from, I don't know, I only know I like the way it cuts through my nostrils and makes my skin tingle." "This comes in a soap too?" Donna asked. "Yea, in a body wash. Rinse your hair and I'll lather you up with some." "That sounds like fun." She stepped full into the stinging shower spray, turning back around to rinse her hair from the back. Her scalp tingled and she ran her hands through her hair, getting all the shampoo out. Kurt reached for another frosted glass bottle of body wash. On looking back at Donna he took in her playful beauty. He wished he were the droplets of water running down her face and breasts, down her smooth dancer's tummy and into her pussy hair, lingering onto the insides of her thighs, being soaked into her skin, consuming her. He wanted to possess her as she was allowing the shower to. She stepped from the spray of water and over to Kurt. He turned her sideways and moved around to her back. Putting some body wash onto his hand he put the bottle on the shelf and began to soap her shoulders. The aroma of Tea Tree thickened as he washed them, moving around to high on her chest then down to her breasts, soaping each one, lingering, taking his time and loving the feel of each one under his hands. As he washed her nipples they began to harden and she stepped back slightly, her ass touching his dancing cock. She leaned her head back and let it rest on his chest as his hands went to her undersides of her breasts and down to her stomach. He paused just a moment to get more body wash on his hands. "This does make my skin tingle, it's very nice." She said in the interlude. "I knew you would like it," Kurt's hands went back to her stomach, making circles all over, going to her sides and slowly inching down to her navel where he circled it with one finger tip. After a long soapy session on her abdomen Kurt's hands were riding the tops of her thighs where the hip bone divides lower abdomen and leg, then light and slow into the valley where her pussy and thigh meet and beg the hand to touch. His thumbs extended to stroke and soap her triangle of trimmed course pussy hair as his fingers moved inward to the task of washing her pussy. She parted slightly, allowing his fingers the pleasure and feel of her pussy. She moaned and pressed back against his torso, his cock falling neatly into the upper cleavage of her ass, a marginal stiffening beginning to arouse in it. Kurt reached his soapy hand out to the shower spray, rinsing it of the Tea Tree Oil foam then returned it to it's righteous task. His middle finger started to stroke the inner folds of her pussy lips, easily slipping between them. He was cautious, not wanting to risk the Tea Tree Oil on her sensitive inner lips. His finger took strong strokes up and down her outer most portion of her inner lips before risking more depth. He began to feel a dampness that was thicker and more slippery than water, then slipped the finger in deeper, finding her delicious entrance. The finger slipped in to the second knuckle and he began to draw it in and out as Donna's purring penetrated his chest, inviting him to continue. He finger fucked her several minutes before withdrawing back to the bottom of her entrance. His finger slid up her pussy and found the tiny bump that would raise the level of intensity and began to circle it. Donna did not stop him, only whispered, "That's it baby, shower me with an orgasm." His finger added pressure and speed. His circles continued for the next few moments then changed to direct up and down strokes, the full length of his finger until her moans changed to tiny yes's again, getting louder as her knees weakened slightly and Kurt's free arm steadied her under her tits, holding her tight against his chest. She lifted her pelvis up and outward for Kurt's finger until orgasm added to the tingle of the Tea Tree Oil's sensation on her skin. "Umm, sometimes the smaller one's can be the most exciting. Thanks, I really enjoyed that." "The pleasure was mine Donna, all mine." Kurt lifted her softly from his chest and dropped to one knee. Facing her gorgeous wet ass, he soaped it, letting his hands slip and slide along the surface of her slippery skin. From there he washed each leg, down to the feet then stood back up, pulling her in close, letting her slippery body glide against his. Donna wanted to do the same for Kurt. She backed away from him and turned into the shower to rinse herself. Kurt reached for the shampoo and as Donna was enjoying the spray, shampooed his hair. He was in the opposite spray when she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest, beginning to play with his nipples. He could feel her firm breasts against his back and her damp pussy hair dripping at the bottom of his butt. She waltzed him away from the spray and reached for the body wash. Beginning with his back she soaped and washed the expanse of his shoulders and down the narrowing muscles to his hard waist. She began to wash his ass and took longer there than the whole of his back, soaping and washing each strong cheek, her hands covering each and tracing his dimples, moving in broad circles. Her fingers ran up and the crack of his ass several times before reaching under completely and cupping his balls, she soaped them, being careful with her sensuous fingers. To his surprise and delight, Kurt's cock began to stand up. Having never tried, he wasn't sure if he was capable of another orgasm this soon. Donna gathered soap in her hand from his back and butt, the reached around and soaped his cock. She began to stroke it, her whole hand wrapped about it's girth, soap accumulating in his dense pubic hair where she dipped her hand to re-soap his now stately, hard, slippery cock. Her hand would squeeze down as it ran over his cock head causing a shudder to run through Kurt's body. She enjoyed the feel of his cock in her hand, hardening more and more, it's slippery and sensitive cock head responding to her hand. She released his cock and turned him about. Cupping her hands, she gathered water from the shower spray and dumped it on his stiff, soapy cock and balls until they were all rinsed of soap. She then lowered herself to her knees, facing his beautiful, pinkish, not fully engorged cock. "Oh yes, another BJ," thought Kurt, but he was mistaken. With both hands she held him by the shaft and looked at his cock head, admiring. She leaned in and kissed it lightly, causing his cock to jump and pulse under her light grip on his shaft. Donna then took a hand away and gathered her hair over one shoulder, draping it over her breast in a loosely twisted fashion. She bent her head forward and wrapped this rope of hair loosely around his cock. It felt wet and stringy. She back her head away, her hair slowly pulling off his cock over it's head, her hand holding the loose dangling end of her hair to keep it taunt. "Oh God, ouuu, yea, that's great," Kurt moaned. She did this four or five times, slowly each time, letting the strands of hair wrap and pull over his now straining cock. "I wanna fuck again," she said, looking up at him. "From behind, doggy style." "Ok." Kurt agreed. He stepped to the stall door, opened it and reached for two of the four large towels he had brought in. He laid one of them full length on the floor and the other doubled over near one end. Donna got down on her hands and knees and Kurt moved in behind her, both of them with their knees on the folded towel. Kurt took his cock in hand and began to nudge and rub it against Donna's waiting pussy. She reached back and opened her lips for hm and he placed his bulbous cock head to her entrance and began to enter her. Once his head was buried, she pushed back and buried all of him into her. "Fuck me now, long and hard Kurt, fuck me," she said as she lowered her head to watch his balls swing against her. Kurt began to move his cock in and out of her smacking pussy, her wetness gathering around his balls again. He would draw himself out and slam back into her and soon she would match the thrusting, letting him withdraw them pushing her ass back as he slammed back in. Forgetting about his wildly swinging balls, she went down to her elbows and rested her head, lifting her pussy higher. Kurt's hands were planted firmly on her cheeks as he thrust deeply and hard into her pussy. Without warning her pussy clamped with force and she pushed back and came, each wave a strong contraction as his cock drove into her. Her tightened pussy felt warm and Kurt could feel himself cuming as well. She reached back and squeezed her pussy together with one hand to help Kurt along but found it not necessary as she felt hot spurts of cum filling her pussy. He continued fucking her until all was in her before he slowed down, his softening cock falling out of her on a final withdrawal stroke. "Oh, yea," he said, "great idea." "I love to fuck that way," she said, letting her body slip down to the floor. Kurt looked down at her fetal positioned, wet, orgasm spent body on the floor of his shower. She was beautiful, sexy, the best fuck ever, in his life. He laid down behind her, spooning in and held her around her waist. She smiled and said nothing, closing her eyes. They lay like this on the shower floor for several minutes. Donna opened her eyes and watched the forceful drops of water hit the hard ceramic tile, breaking apart like sparkling stars into a million more each. She patted Kurt on the hip and said, "Let's get up, I'm tired and would love some sleep." "Yea, me too," Kurt said, "besides, this floor is getting hard."




Unforgettable



They didn't wake on Saturday until well into the afternoon. Kurt's eyes got a little wider as he looked at the digital clock on the night stand reading two forty-five P.M. "Man, what a night," he thought as he rolled onto his back. Donna was next to him, her ass within reach in the oversized king bed. He reached over and began to lightly stroke the soft skin on one cheek, moving his hand up and down the length of it. She stirred a little, offering a slurred "Good morning." "You mean good afternoon," he corrected, rolling to his side and running his fingers up the highlighted skin of her spine. Kurt has a piss hard which rubbed against Donna's ass as he scooted over to get closer to her. "You're ready to go again aren't you sweetheart?" Donna asked, feeling his cock head poking against her. "I don't know if I can," Kurt responded, "can you?" "Let me go pee and we'll find out, don't go away," she said, patting his hard-on. "I'm back," Donna said as she slipped back into bed. She rolled onto her side with her back to Kurt, her ass reaching out to find his hard cock. Kurt moved toward her, his thick cock running down the crack of her butt, past her anus to her lips. He paused there letting her lips kiss his cock head. She reached between her legs and felt his head with her fingers, "I think this cock wants some more pussy," she said as she took his shaft in hand and rubbed her pussy with his head until her wetness allowed him to enter. With her other hand she opened herself and moved the swollen cock head to her opening pulled on him, urging him to enter and fuck her again. He entered and began to fuck at a leisurely pace, Donna allowing his paced pleasure. She didn't squeeze or move, just allowed Kurt to move in and out. From this position Kurt's cock head strongly stroked Donna's G-Spot as he fucked. She knew she would come easily and to help herself she reached between her legs and toyed with her clit as his cock rode in and out of her. Kurt was loving this, a new position he had not tried. He tickled the skin of her back as his hips drove his cock, keeping a nice even pace. That she was masturbating turned him on. He couldn't bury completely in her pussy from this angle but he liked it anyway. It felt like a ring of muscle just past her entrance was massaging his cock and it felt wonderful. Donna's hand soon began to work her clit at a stronger pace and he felt her legs and ass muscles tense up. "Oh, baby, keep fucking at that pace as I cum. I can feel it, it's close." Her pussy clamped and that inner ring tightened. He kept his pace and depth into her even as her pussy unleashed it's orgasm, her body experiencing every wave of it. Kurt was no where near orgasm. As Donna's orgasm came to an end she said "Stay inside of me as you roll me onto my stomach then fuck me hard, I love that." Kurt did as he was asked, pushing his cock as far into her as he could. He placed his weight fully against he and rolled her as she rolled to her stomach. Feeling himself about to fall out, he pushed in hard and she instinctively lifted her ass as he did. "Oh, yea, hard like that." Kurt came up onto his outstretched arms and began to pump forcefully into Donna. She lifted to allow deeper penetration as he pumped, harder and deeper. His balls were slapping against her wet, open pussy, making a slapping sound as they did. Kurt began to feel that familiar thickening in his pumping shaft of cum building and about to explode. Donna could feel it also and lifted as high as she could allowing his thrusting to slam deep into her. "Come on Baby, give it to me, cum into me, fill my pussy!" Donna was almost sweating. The with a powerful gush and a deep moan Kurt's cock released, squirting cum with each in and out stoke, Donna moaning, "Yes, that's it, good, all of it." He collapsed onto her, his balls aching from the slapping, his softening cock falling out. Her pussy burped a little air as he fell out and he rolled off of her. "That was the first time I ever came with a piss hard," he said through short breaths. "My ex never wanted to try positions like that. Wonderful, very strong orgasm." "And a lot of cum. I'm really leaking, I better go clean up." She got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. After a few minutes Kurt had to pee like a race horse and made his way to the bathroom also. Donna was just finishing up with a wash cloth. "I really gotta pee," Kurt said as he entered. Donna moved out of his way and he stood to the toilet and lifted the seat. "Can I hold it while you piss?" Donna asked "Sure, I guess." Donna moved in behind Kurt, close, her pussy hair against his cheeks. She reached in front of him and held his pussy slicked cock over the toilet. A stream of pee burst forth, strong and yellow, changing the color of the toilet water. Donna moved it back and forth and in circles, having fun. She moved him left and right, at one point splashing a little pee on the floor. "Ops, sorry," she said with a giggle, "I missed." "It's ok, the tiles wipe up easily." Kurt smiled at the fun she was having directing his declining stream of pee. As it reduced to drops and appeared to have stopped she tapped his cock head with her index finger causing a few more drops to fall. Satisfied that he was empty she let it fall and said, "I've always wished I could just whip it out and pee any where. You guys are lucky, that was fun. Kurt reached down and flushed the toilet and put the seat down. "Mm, I feel better. Hey how about something to eat. We can find something here or go out, which would you prefer?" Kurt asked, assuming she was as hungry as he was. "Now that you mention it, starving, but I'm not real presentable for going out." She assumed, judging from his obvious tastes he meant going to a nice place. "You look great to me," he said, looking at her nude body appreciatively. "I meant my clothes silly," she smiled back at him. "So did I really, I would be honored to take you out to lunch, a movie and dinner in anything you want to wear." Kurt reached for a toothbrush and offered her a new one in the wrapper. "Care to clean-up before we go?" "Cool, a new toothbrush." She excitedly said.

 Kurt knew the restaurant he had picked would not be crowded this late in the day. Donna had not sampled Greek food and was willing to try and Kurt lived for it. The little place he choose near the local campus was Greek Foods Fit for The Gods, a small place for which her attire would be suitable and his craving satisfied. Donna ordered a sample platter of various Greek fares and a Greek Salad with lots of feta. Kurt requested the king size Yero platter with the spiced lamb. Conversation centered around each other's chosen professions and eventually Kurt volunteered details of his son's death and the divorce. He had no idea why he was telling Donna these things but talking to someone other that himself did help. "But enough about me, how did you get to where you are today?" Kurt pried, wanting to know more about Donna. He barely met her, yet had fucked her, spent the night with her, welcoming her into his home, but knew so little about her. Somehow he knew there was a story behind the blond who fucked him out of a depression. Donna admitted she didn't tell many people of her upbringing. It was not necessarily painful, just not very eventful. She had always wanted to become a dancer. Not an exotic dancer but more like a Grace Kelly or Ginger Rodgers. She had hoped to go to college and study dance, but in her words it just wasn't in the cards. She needed work after high school and hoped to start saving money but her alcoholic, dope smoking parents started charging her room and board from her grocery store job. A girl she met told her that if she wanted to be a dancer she knew where she could get a start and make more money. At first she was hesitant about nude dancing, she was not the type to do the dancing the girl was talking about. She declined her offer and stayed at the grocery for another year. "My parents were getting worse and after drinking and smoking up all my room and board started wanting to borrow money, even stooped to stealing my money when they could. I had to get out so I was willing to chance nude dancing in an effort to make more and get a place of my own." "I danced a few nights and management said I was OK but needed to do more sexy stuff. I talked to the other girls about that and one of them took me aside and showed me the ropes. But now I sort of like it. I know what sexy stuff means and how far I can go and still be safe, which types to show for and which to avoid." This topic was all well and good but Kurt wanted to cut to the deeper stuff like what's next, marriage, family, what happened to school, likes and dislikes. And above all, why did she choose to show for him. "Ok, there's the question," he interrupted her. "Why did you choose me to show for?" "I didn't really. I wasn't doing anything special the first night you were in The Club." "But you were dancing for me," Kurt said. "No, not at all. That was your impression," she offered. "I could tell that you were watching and were paying attention to me and what I was doing, dancing. You were not looking at me like I was animated meat. You like more what I was doing than what I looked like." "I liked what you like too," Kurt smiled, letting her go on. "I know, but my dance number and my body in motion is what you were watching. It's sexy I want to imply on stage, not sex itself. That's the art in dancing. It's like anybody can write a sex scene, but few can put together a scene that is truly sexy. Do you see what I'm getting at?" Kurt knew there was some intellect in this charmer somewhere. "Yes, I see what you mean, but by my next visit your were doing a lot more than just showing for me, I was tasting pussy and you were on my couch after the show." "Can't a girl have an attraction to a cute guy whose obviously interested in her?" Donna sounded irritated. "Yes, so I take it that's your answer, you were as interested in me as much as I was in you." "Yea, you know, most of the horny fuck's that come there wanna stick money in my pants in the hopes of getting in my pants, or just cop a feel. But they don't see the work involved, the practice or effort at choreographing a number down to the last note, they only see tits and wanna suck them and pussy and wanna fuck it or believe that for five or ten bucks they can get a blow job after the show. They think exotic dancers are strippers and prostitutes. I'll admit, some of them are, but I still have a goal, and that's to be a professional show girl." "You were different. I could tell by the way you watched my gig that you were different. And no, I don't fuck all the guys I'm attracted to. You were just different, that's all." Kurt wanted to see behind the dancer into the woman. It made him feel good that she was attracted to him. "How do you plan to go on with your goal?" he asked, changing the subject. "There's this good school in Las Vegas. It's real expensive but since I can't afford college anymore, I'd like to go there to learn dance, be a part of the big show, ya know." Excitement crept into her voice as she talked about the "big show." "But it's almost $8,000.00 for tuition plus transportation. It's part of one of the big casino/hotels and you live there. They teach modeling and make-up, costume, choreography and everything. Then they hire you for their show or help you find work." Kurt knew the excitement she felt. She wanted something badly just as he did when he got his first job out of college as a programmer for Microsoft but he wanted Bill Gates' job. He wanted to write and sell his own brand of software. He had greater means than did Donna, coming from a somewhat wealthy family. In his spare time he wrote an accounting program and worked in some extra bells and whistles like on line banking and stock market trading to save customers commissions. He licensed and patented it, sold it himself door to door and it took off. Today he wasn't Bill Gates wealthy but he didn't have to earn an income anymore. He knew how Donna felt because even though he was there and didn't have to work, he still loved the work. Kurt was about to suggest they go for a walk around the many shops in the area, then remembered, "Hey, don't you have to call in sick for work tonight?" "Shit, I forgot. I will if you want me to," she looked at him as she pushed her plate away. "Yes, I'd like you to spend the night again." But Kurt's mind was turning, he wanted to do something for Donna. "Listen, Donna, Las Vegas seems to excite you quite a lot. How about you call in, I'll leave a message on the machine for my secretary and we'll take a little trip." "A little trip, to where, Las Vegas! Are you out of your mind, that would cost thousands!" She couldn't believe her ears. "I couldn't even buy a one way ticket to Vegas." Kurt looked directly at her and in his most serious voice said "Please allow me to take you to Vegas and see a "big show," I want you to see one live. If we leave by eight we'll be able to catch a late one, relax tomorrow and Monday maybe you can talk to someone at the school you talked about. How about it Donna, let's go." Donna looked back at Kurt but could find no answer to give him. Until now she'd had only offers of local hotel rooms or dinner and a fuck. "I don't have anything to wear," she said as a tear fell. "I'd love to go to Vegas and see a live show but...." Kurt interrupted, "Let's take a walk and talk more about it." He motioned for the waiter who appeared right away and Kurt simply signed the check and gave the waiter a twenty dollar bill as he smiled and thanked him. "Oh, and can the lady use the telephone please?" The waiter nodded and disappeared. He returned shortly with a cordless handset, placing it next to Donna. "Make your call Donna, it's your grand opportunity, don't pass it up." Donna looked at the phone, wiped the tear with her napkin and picked up the phone. Kurt's face broke into a smile as she called in to work, faking a Idol moment. When she was through Kurt made his call along with a few others and his travel agent. They had three hours before take off and would be in Vegas by ten-thirty P.M. , west coast time. Leaving the restaurant they walked straight to a women's clothing store. Kurt told Donna to buy what she felt she needed for the plane and comfort dressing while in Vegas and an evening dress for the show. "Why are you doing this?" Donna asked. "Because I want you to be unforgettable. No please, we've only got a few hours till departure time." Donna gave him a long hug then waltzed off to find an employee. Kurt watched as she shopped and modeled dresses and shoes for him. He felt good, real good.

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The flight to Vegas took off on time. Donna had never flown and was having the time of her life. "Hey, I have a great idea," Donna said. "And what would that be?" "Well, you go to the bathroom and in a moment, I'll come back like I have to go too, knock on the door and you let me in." Kurt looked at her devilish grin and asked "What are you up to?" "I read a story once about a blow job at 20,000 feet. You want one, sounds fun to me." There weren't many on the flight, maybe two dozen in all, several sleeping, the rest reading or working on their lap tops. "Sure, how could I turn that down," Kurt replied, putting his table in the upright position and leaving to the rear of the plane. He got to the restroom and locked the door behind him. "This girl's nuts," he thought to himself. Moments later came her knock at the door. "Ready Baby," she whispered, sliding into the small restroom. "Yes, you crazy woman, I'm ready." Just thinking about it was causing him to harden. Donna immediately dropped to her knees and reached for his zipper. She pulled in down quickly and reached inside his underwear reaching for his cock. She pulled it out and watched it grow, her hand helping by grazing over it's lovely head. She had her other on his shaft and loved feeling it grow in her hands. She took the head into her mouth and began to lick her tongue all over it, feeling his cock head enlarge in her mouth. Knowing not to spend too much time she began to suck as her hand began to pump his shaft. She could feel the head of his blood under her hand, his veins growing large on it's surface as though coming to life with her touch. Her powerful sucking on his cock head made Kurt shudder and moan his appreciation. Donna's eyes lifted to see his pleasure filled expression. She loved sucking cock because she loved the pleasurable feeling of a cock growing and pulsing with her care. The real excitement came when she felt it get thicker, butt muscles tighten and the head swell, knowing that orgasm was close and she had made it happen. When cum finally burst forth she became as excited as the cock she held and sucked, extracting all the salty semen, knowing it was relieved of pressure and satisfied from orgasm. Kurt's cock was very hard. She was sucking his head with a furry when she began to let her mouth ride up and down beyond the boundaries of it's head. Her hand lessened it's tight grip and began to stroke his steel hard thick shaft to as far as her mouth. Kurt pushed his hips back and forth a little and she allowed him this pleasure of fucking her sucking mouth and petting tongue. He was on fire and she knew it. "I'm gonna cum real soon Donna, just keep sucking." "I know," she was thinking, "Just let me have it." "Yea, real soon." Kurt began to moan quietly, "my cock is hot and filled with cum because of you. Here..... it..........is.....", he voiced almost too loud as his cum began to flow up his shaft and into Donna's eager sucking mouth. Feeling and tasting the first hot stream of cum, Donna's mouth went immediately to Kurt's spewing cock head to suck it all as her hand pumped it out. She wasn't stopping until he did, then wanted to hold him until his hardness returned to gentle softness. He softened almost completely in her hand and she very neatly tucked him away behind his underwear, then carefully closed his zipper. Wiping her mouth with a nearby piece of toilet paper, she stood back up. "How as that sweet man? I could tell you were into it, you came quickly." "Fantastic. You are so talented, powerful technique. I don't think I've ever cum that fast from a blow job." "I enjoyed it too, very much," Donna said. "We had best get back to our seats before we're missed. I'll go first, wait a moment then join me." "Good idea." Donna opened the restroom door and started back up the aisle to their seats. She passed by the flight attendant station and a female attendant was busy stocking a cart with snacks. She looked up and saw Donna and smiled a knowing smile. Donna smiled back saying nothing but the attendant was pointing to her own chin, indicating that Donna had something on hers. Donna reached to her chin with a finger and wiped away a drop of something. Looking at it she discovered it was a drop of cum. With the flight attendant looking right at her, Donna popped her finger in her mouth and licked it clean. "Just what I would have done," said the attendant, smiling with Donna. Donna made it to her seat and waited for Kurt to return with a very satisfied smile on her lips. Kurt returned also and they decided to nap for the short remainder of the flight.

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Las Vegas to Donna could have as well been the Land of Oz. They took a taxi from the airport to the hotel where Kurt's travel agent reserved a suite for four days. In the same hotel was a casino and two shows a night of dancing girls and a chorus line. Donna was beyond ecstatic and wanted to see both shows. They unpacked quickly as there was just enough time for a change of clothes and dinner before the first show. Donna put on her new blue evening dress. There was a rented tux waiting in the closet for Kurt. Tickets for the show and $1000.00 in cash were in an envelope in the inside jacket pocket just as the travel agent has instructed. The dining room was very elegant and Kurt talked with the Maitre d' then discretely passed him a one hundred dollar bill. He showed them to their table and son the wine steward produced a chilled bottle of Dom, popping the cork and pouring for Kurt's approval. He then filled two fresh glasses. As he put the bottle into the ice bucket he said "Your dinner will be served shortly, enjoy your evening. Kurt generously tipped the wine steward as well. "I hope you don't mind but I took the liberty of ordering for us through the Maitre d'. I hope you like it." "What are we having?, I hope not lobster, I can't eat shellfish," Donna said. "I'd rather you be surprised, and nope, not Lobster, but I think you'll like it, it's one of my favorite dishes." "People here seem to know you, do you come here a lot?", Donna asked. "Yes, in fact frequently. It's my favorite place to come, Las Vegas that is, and unwind when life gets tough, blow some money and have a good time. By the way, you look absolutely stunning in that dress. It goes beautifully with your hair and fits perfectly," Kurt replied. "Thanks, that's the best was to get me out of it," Donna responded. Both laughed aloud and Kurt said "Later, there's a lot to do this evening in addition to that." "Like what," Donna asked. "Well, we have tickets to the show, then after the show there's gambling and drinking." Kurt watched her eyes as he talked, they were dancing. "Oh I can't wait for the show, I'm so excited." Donna's response to Kurt's evening line up was what she always dreamed of. A waiter arrived at their table with a cart of covered dishes. He bid them hello and uncovered a tray for Kurt's viewing, then a second. Kurt's nod indicated his approval then the waiter uncovered two warm plates. He cut the meat perfectly, placing a portion on each plate. >From a gravy boat he poured sauce on the meat. From the second covered dish he placed a decoratively arranged portion of french cut green beans on the plates, seasoned them and added a different sauce. With an added garnish he placed the dinner before first Donna then Kurt. Kurt thanked him and the waiter disappeared. "Wow, that's a thick steak and I love green beans," exclaimed Donna. "I'm glad," responded Kurt, "but what you have before you my dear is Chateau Briand with Green Beans Elizabeth. It looks like filet minion but is veal, specially cut and prepared, the sauce is a champaign white sauce. The green beans are lightly steamed then sautéed in a clarified butter and red wine. The seasoning is added at the last minute and the sauce is a heavy cream with dill and rosemary, simmered to hot. Eat hardy." "Damn, how do you know about all this?" Donna asked with interest. "I used to want to be a chef but learned there were no holidays so passed it up." Small talk kept the evening dinner going smoothly, Kurt being careful of the time. They ended the meal with a Brandy Alexander then departed in just enough time for the show. As they sat waiting for the show to begin the remainder of the champaign arrived with fresh glasses. The show was beginning in a fanfare that had Donna wide and dreamy eyed as she watched. She was so taken and engrosses by the lighting, choreography and dancing. It was all she had read and dreamed it would be. When it was over, she leaned over and kissed Kurt on the cheek. He thought he felt a tear as her cheek brushed his. He had made her dream to see a Vegas dance show come true and felt very good about it. His mind went back to the first night he watched her dance in the too dark club and fell for her dancing. It's amazing how it all transpired to this evening in Vegas. "Hey, let's go gamble some money away," Kurt said, breaking the silence and bringing Donna into the present. "That was fabulous, absolutely fabulous. That's what I wanna be Kurt, a dancer like those girls, not what I'm doing now." "I know, and if you follow that dream, no matter what, you'll get there. Come on, the nights not over. Have you ever pissed away a thousand dollars?" "I've never had a thousand dollars," Donna said. "Well, doesn't matter. Let's get some chips and see how well you gamble," Kurt took her hand and off they went to the casino. They made all the rounds, to slots and roulette, some poker and black jack. Kurt was right, in about three hours they had managed to piss away nearly one thousand dollars but Kurt was as happy as he had ever been. They were both tired and decided to call it a night. They went back to their suite and Kurt very obligingly helped Donna out of her dress, he hung his tux carefully next to the dress and naked they crawled into the very large satin sheeted bed. Donna however was not that tired.




Unforgettable



Kurt had rolled to his stomach and was talking about how he should have bet more that full house he had at the poker table. Donna had no beginners luck and lost hundreds, having made rounds to almost every game in the casino. She pulled the covers back and patted Kurt's butt saying "Poor Baby, that's a cool thousand down the tubes." He mumbled a slightly drunken reply as Donna climbed over him and sat on his butt. She began to run her hands up and down his back, massaging his shoulders and spine. He didn't feel tense, probably relaxed from the alcohol, but her hands did feel good. He could feel her pussy on the crack of his butt. Letting her continue her massage he asked her questions about the show and her excitement of it returned. This hotel/casino was the one she talked about that had the school, Kurt had planned it this way so she would have the opportunity to at least see the school and get some information first hand. Donna's pushing on his back was causing her butt to move back and forth on his, this was causing her clit to rub against his tail bone. He could feel the dampness beginning to form. He asked if she was getting a little excited as he lifted his hips a little and she said yes, that it felt very good. "Would you prefer I rub something else?, " she asked. "Yea, I could use a chest massage too." Donna lifted herself enough that Kurt could roll over. Once comfortable again she placed her pussy on his flaccid cock and her hands on his chest. His cock began to grow under her. Her hands manipulated his chest and as they did her pussy began to move up and down his crotch causing him to stiffen even more. She liked looking down at her pussy and seeing his cock head peek out from under her as she slid her pussy back. The feel of him under pussy caused her to go from damp to outright wet and his stiffness to clit stroking hardness. She began to exert a pressure as she increased speed and found herself on the verge of orgasm. Kurt was enjoying the feel of her pussy practically masturbating him and closed his eyes to enjoy this when Donna began her chorus of moans and subtle cries. He looked at her, her head held high, her tits swaying with the motion of her ass. She was about to cum so he lifted his hips to help in a mock fucking. With one final "Oh, God," Donna burst into orgasm, her hips jerking and gyrating on the cock beneath her. "Come up her," Kurt said as her orgasm finished. He reached for her hips to pull her up and to his mouth. She walked on her knees keeping her pussy on his skin as he made her way up his torso to his face. When she arrived Kurt took a deep breath of her, his nose being tickled by her pussy hair. He placed his hands on her ass, grasping each cheek as his tongue licked up and down her pussy lips. She reached down and opened them for him, exposing her reddened clit for his tongue. He licked straight up the middle, his broad tongue crossing her clit until the tip of his tongue rested on her clit. He began to roll it around and up and down, increasing his pressure. His chin began to fit snugly into her open pussy, coated with her wetness. As his tongue worked her clit, he began to suck it and his hands migrated to her tits, his fingers on her nipples. It didn't take her long to cum again, complete with smashing her pussy fully onto his mouth and loud cries of approval.

"Let's go for something different," she said as she moved down to his chest. "Ok, what do you have in mind?," Kurt asked. "I'll show you." Donna got off Kurt's chest and turned around. She moved herself down until she was poised above his upright, hardened cock. She reached back and teased her head of it with her fingers before rubbing it against her pussy. As she lowered herself, he slipped easily into her wet warmth. "How's the view from there Kurt Baby?," she asked as she began to move her ass, sliding his cock in and out of herself. She moved slow and deliberately so Kurt could see himself disappear and reappear, her parted pussy and ass gobbling his cock. Donna was able to reach back and play with his balls as she fucked for his viewing pleasure. As the sensation of Kurt's full cock pumping into her pussy increased, she moved her hand from his balls, placing her index finger on her clit. She stroked with the full length of the finger, bringing herself to another full force orgasm that choked Kurt's cock causing him to cum as well. He watched as his cum oozed out her pussy and was smeared over him by the up and down movement of Donna. "That was great," Kurt said as Donna lay herself down between his legs.

"Um, yes, wonderful," Donna agreed. Both found themselves yawning and tired from a night of the show, gambling, drinking and fucking. Donna came back up to her pillow and Kurt held her as they fell asleep.

Kurt opened his eyes and almost panicked. He quickly reached for the phone and called the desk for a time check, nine-thirty a.m., the pleasant voice said. Kurt thanked the clerk and hung up then went to the bathroom to pee. While peeing, Donna quietly came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Good morning great lover, how are you?," she asked, resting her head against his back. She startled him a little and caused his pee stream to stop. "I'm good, wonderful lady, how are you?," he strained a bit and got his pee going again. Her hand traveled down his stomach and rested on his pubic hair where she stroked with her fingers. "What time is it," Donna asked. "Nine-thirty, we have an hours and a half before out appointment this morning." "Appointment, what appointment. Oh no, we're not getting married, not in a cheesy Las Vegas Chapel anyway." Donna was smiling behind her surprise. "Not that I wouldn't want to baby, but I'm not ready for that so soon," Kurt assured her. "We have an appointment on the 17th floor at eleven o'clock." "What are you talking about Kurt?" "You'll see, want some breakfast, I can call down and have it brought up?" "Do I have to torture you with a long slow blow job to get it out of you, where are we going?" Kurt smiled and turned around. "I promise, you'll like it," he hushed her with a quick soft kiss, a hand on her ass. "Breakfast?" "Yes, do I have time to shower?" Donna sort of huffed away to her backpack for a toothbrush and toiletries. "Yea, plenty of time, I'll call down for breakfast, do you trust me to order?" "I'm not sure I trust you for anything since your keeping me in such suspense, but I guess you can, just keep it light, Ok?" "Ok," Kurt replied and picked up the phone to order four croissants, strawberries and chocolate-strawberry flavored coffee. He lay back down on the bed. Donna was standing in the bathroom doorway looking at him smiling. "You are something you know. A wonderful person, great lover and have a beautiful cock." At that Kurt reached down and waved his cock at her. She laughed and turned to head to the shower. "You've got a great ass," Kurt said, returning her compliment. She wiggled it at him as she opened the shower door and turned on the water. Once it was hot enough she stepped in and began to soak her hair. The hot water felt good running down her body. She began to shampoo her hair and after rinsing it, switched to soaping her body. She was washing her pubic hair where she liked to make soap foam-up. It felt good. Knowing she had time she let a finger dip into her pussy to finger her clit. Kurt lay on the bed watching Donna, the shower door obscuring but not hiding. It was a very erotic show, he enjoyed it and his cock gave her a standing ovation. A knock came at the door just as Donna finished her self love and shower routine. Kurt got up and put on a robe. He closed the bathroom door as she exited the shower letting her know breakfast had arrived before answering the knock. Kurt tipped the delivery girl and wheeled the cart into the room just as a dripping wet Donna came out of the bathroom, her hair rolled up into a towel. Water droplets were running down her breasts and clung to her pubic hair, he wished he had a camera to take a picture. He thought how nice that shot would be for the wallpaper on his desktop. The breakfast was warm and it's aroma made them realize how hungry they were. They sat and ate in their nudity, making small talk about the money they lost and the show. Donna asked when their flight back was and Kurt said Tuesday afternoon. There was plenty of time for fun. Once breakfast was completed Kurt suggested Donna put on the pants outfit he bought her and to do her hair and face real nice. It was then she remembered she forgot make up. "No problem," Kurt said. "We'll have a beautician from the downstairs salon come up." He made the phone call then told Donna he needed to go downstairs to get more money. "The beautician will be right up so you might want to put your robe on." "Ok, sweetie, it's been a long time since a beautician has done my hair and face." Kurt dressed and left the room just as the beautician arrived. He went down stairs and outside to the nearest bank to get a large cash withdrawal on his credit card. From there he went to the 17th floor of the casino and talked with the manager of the dance school. Returning to the suite the beautician was on her way to the elevator and Kurt stopped her and gave her a one hundred dollar tip. He entered the suite and Donna was standing by the closet in bra and panties getting ready to put her pants suit on, her face and hair perfect. "Ah, what a beautiful sight," he said. "We have fifteen minutes till our appointment." "Where are we going?" she asked as if she thought he would tell her. "You'll see," he was not about to give up the surprise. With five minutes to go they were in the elevator going down to the 17th. The exited the elevator and Kurt took Donna's hand. "Get ready, here comes another dream come true. They walked to room 1701 which was an office suite. Donna decided this whole floor must be offices as the doors were fewer and each had a plaque on the left side with various names and designations. Kurt opened the door to 1701 and let the receptionist know they had an eleven o'clock appointment with the manager. He purposely hid the door plaque from Donna. "Come in please and sit down," the receptionist said, "Darrell will be right with you." "What is this place?" asked Donna. "Hello, good to see you, Oh, you must be Donna. Well Kurt was absolutely right, your fabulous." "Donna, this is Darrell Collins, owner and head dance master of Casino Royale, School of Modern Dance." Donna's mouth fell open, she shook Darrell's hand then turned and gave Kurt a big thank you hug. "Darrell has agreed to show you around and let you meet some of the dancers and instructors." Kurt told her. "Yes, and we're going to have just so much fun," Darrell added. "Now, Kurt you just go gamble or something and leave Donna to me, she'll be fine. And Oh, you must do something about those shoes, like loose them," he said laughing. "Thanks for the advice Darrell, I will." Kurt kissed Donna on the cheek and told her to have fun and that they should meet in the suite whenever she was ready. He was going to take a nap after some gambling and lunch. "And maybe some girl watching," Darrell added.

About six o'clock Donna entered the suite to find Kurt fast asleep on the sofa, the television on. She sat down on the floor and began to play with his hair to wake him. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled at her. "How was your afternoon Donna?" "Miraculous, simply miraculous. He toured me, introduced me, let me join with students in the classes, it was so much fun. How was your afternoon?" "Well, I broke even at craps, grabbed a salad and came up here and crashed. See, I told you you'd like your appointment." "Your so wonderful, so wonderful," Donna kissed him then suggested dinner, she was starved. "I'll bet you are," Kurt said. I've reserved a table for dinner at eight and the show at ten, can you wait that long or shall I order you a snack." "Oh, I think I'll just wait. Do you mind if I nap?" she asked. "No, not at all, gives me a chance to nap longer, I'll call the desk for a wake-up call." Donna stripped down to panties and lay on the bed, she was soon snoring lightly. The phone rank at seven thirty. Kurt answered and thanked the desk clerk. Donna woke at the sound of the phone, stretched a big wide stretch, her breasts had squiggly lines from where they were pressed into the bedspread. They were both coming out of the haze of napping and exchanged little conversation while getting ready for dinner and the show. "Your absolutely beautiful tonight," he said as the were about to leave the suite. "And you wear a tux quite well," she returned. They were seated at their table and ordered drinks. After a few moments passed in conversation about Donna's afternoon, dinner arrived. They ate leisurely and had an after dinner drink before the show which Donna was very excited about. After the show they wearily went back to their suite. Both agreed they were too worn out from the last two nights for sex tonight and went to bed early. Donna fell asleep in Kurt's arms.

Donna woke the next morning to find Kurt not beside her. Instead she found a long note and a thick envelope on his pillow. She read the note.

Dear Unforgettable; On purpose, there was only one return trip ticket. I brought you to Las Vegas for two reasons. One is because I like you very much and wanted to show you a wonderful time. The second: I can't help but remember when someone gave me a big push and break in life. Today I am young and wealthy thanks to that push and break. I want to give that same push and break back, to you love. I have enrolled you in the Dance School. It's all paid for. Darrell will help you settle in (don't worry, he's gay). You will be a resident student which is part of the paid tuition. All you have to do is make the choice. In the envelope you will find $15,000.00 in cash. If you stay away from the tables it should last a long while. The other side of your choice is to buy a plane ticket back home. If that is your choice, keep the change. I truly want to see your name in lights and on a school or club of your own someday. You have the talent and brains to do it, so I hope you make the right choice. Thank you for a wonderful time, for making fantastic love to me and for the pleasure of being a small part of your life. Good Luck Donna. Kurt

Donna was dumbfounded, could not believe her eyes as she finished reading Kurt's letter. She could go to school just like she always dreamed and get a fresh start away from exotic dance into real dance. She lay her head down on her pillow and began to cry. "Thank you Kurt Baby, I will never forget you for this and I vow to give someone a push and a break in return someday.

The End.