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Valentina

By: JakeRivers



Author's notes:

BEFORE THE NEXT TEARDROP FALLS
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Recorded by Freddy Fender
Words and music by Ben Peters and Vivian Keith
Thanks to techsan and LadyCibelle for their more than able editing effort.

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ISLA BONITA HOTEL AND MARINA, ISLA MUJERES

"Shut the fuck up! You will do whatever I goddamn tell you to do with no more of your lip."

I had started easing awake - my deep sleep under the hot Mexican sun gradually being interrupted by a loud argument nearby. The sudden angry shout rudely finished the job and I jumped up and looked at the couple: Teri and Lee Trane. I hesitantly started moving towards them when Lee pushed his fully dressed wife into the too cold waters of the pool and stalked off to the pier.

I grabbed my towel and walked over to help Teri out. Her name before marrying Lee was Teresita Mendez. I'd spent some time with her for the last two days while her husband was in the annual "Barracuda Bash", a two-day orgy of Barracuda fishing. There was nothing to our get-togethers, no flirting I mean. She was lonely and something was troubling her deeply; I was bored and had always found it interesting to talk to people. She was about medium in height with dark brown hair and eyes. She was funny with a face that was always animated.

I pulled her out and tried not to notice what the cold water had done to the transparency of her blouse and bra and to the hardness of her nipples. I wrapped the towel around her quickly, before she saw where my attention was focused. All the rooms were laid out in a semicircle around the large circular pool so it was just a couple of steps to her door. She was quite upset; her face was blotchy from the cold water and her crying. Hell, I guess the anger had something to do with it - she was truly pissed off. 

I pulled her in my arms for a few minutes, making soothing sounds and patting her on the back. When she quieted down a little I gently pushed her inside and told her to take a hot shower and a nap and I walked over to my boat. Yeah, my boat. It's interesting how that came to be.



Valentina: The Aftermath



This a very different piece for me to write. I wrote it on a whim for a friend and finally got finished what I started a while ago. All feedback is welcome.

The Aftermath

Lisa slipped off the bed where Alex was snoring softly. She couldn't believe that she had just slept with her own cousin. Guilt should be at the front of her feelings but her traitorous body, just wanted to know when she could have him again.

Walking into the kitchen, she opened the fridge and was surprised to see some real food in it. Where had her cousin vanished to and who was this man in his place. Before he had moved he had eaten more at her apartment than his own because he never got to the store and his cupboards were bare. She nearly jumped out of her skin, when she felt Alex's arms wrap around her waist. 

"Morning," he growled as he nuzzled his cheek against the top of her head. "Damn you smell good, Valentina, even after a night of debauchery."

"Alex, I thought you were sleeping," she said softly enjoying the warmth of him behind her.

"Nope felt you leave our bed. Trying to sneak away from me?" he asked her before spinning her around to face him. "Look at me, Lisa." he said softly.

Looking up at him, she smiled softly. Sleep became him. Even with his dark hair tousled and a five o'clock shadow he looked yummy enough to eat.

"You know that this changes everything, right," he informed her softly.

"Alex, I..." she started, confused on what to say to him. She had never been good at the morning after's, and even with him being her cousin, she still found it discomforting.

"Where's my Valentina at?" he whispered against her lips. "She wouldn't back down from me. She'd give me hell and then some. So where is she? I want her back," He finished backing her up against the counter. Slipping his hands between the folds of robe she had on, he explored the curves that he had become acquainted with the previous night. 

"What!" she gasped as he toyed with one of her nipples. She shivered when he pulled the sash out of her robe. He smiled wickedly, as he pulled her arms above and held her wrists in one hand. 

"Let me see if I can find her,"he growled as he looped her wrists with the soft sash of her robe. Pulling the loop tight, he looped the other end of it over the handle on the cabinet above her head. 

"What are you doing?" she whispered as heat pooled in her stomach.

"Remember what I promised?" he growled against her ear as he tightened the sash until she was standing on her tip-toes. He sighed with pleasure as he stepped back and slowly parted her robe to reveal her lush curves. "Damn, Lisa you look good enough to eat." He growled as he ran a finger over her breast and then down her stomach. 

Stepping over to the fridge, he pulled open the freezer door. Rummaging around he finally found what he was looking for. Keeping it out of her sight, he returned to her side.

"Close your eyes, Valentina," he ordered before kissing her eyelids shut. "Now keep them that way."

"What if I don't want to?" she protested.

"Too bad," he stated as he pulled the sash out of his robe. "Guess I'll just have to help you along." He said as he drew the soft cotton sash across her eyes and tied it tight enough that she wouldn't dislodge it when she started thrashing around. And thrash she would, he vowed to himself. The little wench had this coming. Last night he had made love to Lisa. This morning he was going fuck Valentina eight ways from straight. The little minx deserved it.

"Alex..." she warned. Lisa had never felt so excited in her life. This was a new side that she was seeing of him. Well, not seeing but feeling, she amended. She waited with her breath bated and tried to figure out what he was doing.

"Patience, Valentina. I want you to stay absolutely still. The moment you start squirming, I'll stop and we'll start all over again," he warned as he lightly bit the rounded flesh of her shoulder. "Do you understand?" 

"Yes," she gasped as the desire flared even higher in her stomach only to pool in her loins. 

"Good. Now, tell me how this feels," he ordered as he sank to his knees, and peeled the petals of her sex open before running his tongue over her moist flesh.

"Oh my god," Lisa gasped as she fought to stay still. 

"Hmmm..." he murmured as he ran us tongue up and over her hard clit. He smiled to himself as she arched against his tongue. Lifting his head, he stared up at her. "Tsk-tsk, I thought I told you to hold still. Guess I'm going to have to give you some incentive," he whispered before lifting one and then other leg to drape over his shoulders.  "Ahh, that's better," he whispered as he took in the view of her moist sex, inches from his mouth. 

Lisa groaned as she struggled to stay balanced. Between her arms being tethered above her head to her legs over his shoulders, she felt like she was being stretched on a rack. She tensed up as she felt his wicked tongue return to her hard clit. Damn, where had he learned that, she thought as he lightly tapped it with the end of his tongue. With one hand he was holding her open, while the other was cradling her ass to keep her right where he wanted her. She moaned loudly as he continued to use his tongue and fingers to tease her mercilessly. Every time Lisa thought he would let her come, he moved away from that vital spot.

"Alex!" she shrieked as he once again stopped just before she could come. 

"Yes?" he asked as he pulled back to look at her wet pussy.

"Please..." she begged.

"Damn, you're wet," he growled ignoring her pleas for release. "I think you might just be wet enough to try it now," he observed before leaning forward to lick her again.

"Wet enough for what?" she wailed. 

"Hmm...for this," he muttered as he placed the cold tip of the glass dildo, that he had taken out of the freezer earlier, against her opening. He leaned down attacked her clit with his tongue at the same time, he slowly buried the cold glass in her hot depths.

"Yes!!!" she screamed as she came all over the glass dildo.

"That's it baby," he whispered as he lifted his head and started thrusting the dildo in and out of her convulsing folds. 

"Alex," she sobbed as she continued to come. 

"Damn, you're beautiful," he whispered before pulling the dildo out of her wet pussy. "God, I hope you're ready for the real thing," he growled. Surging to his feet, he took her legs up with him as he rose. As he straightened he let them slid down his shoulders, catching them in the crook of his arms, he held them there as he slowly pushed into her with his aching erection. Groaning he sank himself to the hilt in his cousin. Damn, he thought, she's already coming all over me. 

Lisa gasped as her orgasm returned even stronger and she exploded all over him. She didn't know if it was the naughtiness of fucking her cousin or the fact that they could get caught by fucking in his kitchen did it for her. 

"That's it," he growled. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before." Pulling back, he slammed back into her. He growled in approval as she gasped and jerked in his arms. He smiled as he gazed at the picture she made, her arms bound above her head, blindfolded and taking every inch of him, all the while begging for more. An evil idea came over him. Dare he? Reaching over to the dildo that he just pulled out of her. It was still wet with her juices. Using one arm to hold her, he slowly pressed the head of it against her anal opening. 

"Alex?" she questioned breathlessly. She had anal sex a couple of times in the past but what he was tempting was something that she had never attempted before.

"Relax, sweetheart," he coaxed. "I guarantee that you'll like this," he promised as he slowly worked the head of the dildo into her. Staying still, he slowly buried it in her. She gasped, moaned and wiggled her way through a gut wrenching orgasm. 

"OH MY GOD..."she screamed when he began to move against her, still keeping the dildo inserted in her ass. 

"Yeah," he panted as he slapped his hips against hers harder and harder. Inside he could feel the dildo through the thin membrane and it was pushing him right up to the point of no return. Leaning down he latched onto her shoulder as he fucked her fast and furious. 

"Yes! Yes!" she screamed as another orgasm gripped her. "Come in me, Alex."

"You want me to fill you full?" he grated as he skated on the edge of orgasm. 

"Yes, yes!" she pleaded.

" You want your cousin to fill you full, you naughty little girl?" he asked between gritted teeth.

"Yes, NOW, damn it," she cried as his continued thrusting forcing her orgasm to go on and on.

"Promise me, that you'll let me fuck you any time I want," he ordered sternly, slowly pulling the dildo out until just the head was still in her ass.

"Anything," she promised as she arched up into him. He growled and shoved it back into her. 

"I want to hear the words!" he demanded moving against her still.

"Yes, you can fuck me anytime," she panted/ "Come in me now," she pleaded, her voice hoarse from screaming with pleasure.

"Okay baby," he hissed as he felt his balls tighten and prepared to unload a huge load of sperm into his writhing cousin.  

"Yes," she gasped as she felt the first spurt of seed hit her womb. She tensed as another orgasm gripped her and milked the rest of his orgasm out of him. 

After it was over, Alex and Lisa stood in the kitchen on trembling legs, trying to catch their breaths. Reaching up he untied her arms. Immediately she reached up to take her blindfold off. Grasping her wrists gently he stopped her. 

"Lisa, sweetheart, I love you. Don't be angry with me," he pleaded. 

Slipping one of her hands out of his grasp, she yanked the tie off her eyes. 

"I'm not," she assured him with a smile. "But just remember Alex, turnabout is fair play. And I don't get mad," she paused, and gave him a saucy look. "I get even," she finished before pulling his head down to give him a tongue thrusting kiss.



Valentina



"He called Chet and told him to come on over. When Chet got to the room, Lee went over to the bar to drink. Chet came in looking at me lying lewdly on the bed, looking like a cheap puta. He took off his clothes and started climbing on the bed. Kevin, I just couldn't do it. I kicked out with my heels as hard as I could and I think I must have caught him with the spike, because he put his hand on his groin and collapsed.

"I started getting dressed and saw Chet pull himself up and stagger to the door. I heard him yell for Lee and I tried to get out of there before Lee got to the room. I didn't make it and Lee started hitting me, screaming obscenities and then slapping my face and breasts over and over. I collapsed on the floor and heard them leaving after a few minutes. I hurt too much to leave so I lay on the sofa and fell asleep. This morning I hurt so bad I couldn't stand up."

"Jesus, Teri, do you want me to help you?" She knew that I was retired from the Texas Rangers but not any details. It came up when she asked about the scars on my knee.

"Oh, Kevin, if you could. I don't want to be here when he gets back. I'm so scared. I know I haven't known you that long but I trust you. It's too much to ask though."

"It's okay. I thought about it last night after you left and I think I can make it work. We don't want the Mexican Police to get involved; we have to get you back to the US as soon as we can. I want you to pack two small bags, one with anything and another with stuff you need for a couple of weeks. Not too much, because you will be able to wash them. Make sure you bring at least one swimsuit; you will need it.

"You with me so far?"

"Yes, Kevin. I'm smarter than you think," she answered with a somewhat wan smile.

I gave her a faint smile in return. "Okay, then. Write a note for Lee telling him that your mom is in the hospital and you have to take an emergency trip to Harlingen. Take your two bags to the lobby – tell them the same thing - that your mom is in the hospital and you need to get a plane to Houston as soon as possible. Take the ferry to Cancun. When you get there, take a taxi to the airport. Buy a ticket to Houston and on to Harlingen and make sure you tell them that it's an emergency.

"Check in and check the bag you don't need to Houston. After you have your boarding pass, don't go through security. Go to the coffee shop near the check-in area and wait for Pepe. You have seen him around. Do what he tells you to do. Also call your mom and ask her to go to her sister's place until she hears from you. This is really important.

"Also we need to get some level of documentation. I'm going to see if I can get a Mexican policewoman to take pictures of your bruises. Pepe will let you know."

"Okay, Kevin. I'm sorry; I really hurt. Do you have anything for the pain?"

"Sure. I keep a full medical kit on board. I'll send some Vicodin with Pepe."

She went ahead and packed and I watched her walk to the lobby with the two small bags.

I talked to Pepe and had him take the golf cart I had rented to the ferry and make sure he got on the same ferry as Teri did. I told him to leave the golf cart there and to give one of the kids hanging around the ferry terminal twenty pesos to watch it until I could pick it up.

After Teri had checked her bags he was to meet her at the coffee shop and then take her in a taxi to Playa del Carmen. Then they were to take the ferry to Cozumel. When they got there they were to take another taxi to the south marina, La Caleta. There they were to ask for Juan Valderama. 

Juan was a long time friend of mine. I called him and asked him to take care of Teri and to put her on his own boat for two nights and not to worry about Pepe; he could take care of himself. Juan did know a policewoman on Cozumel and he would have his wife as a witness also. Both could sign affidavits. It probably wouldn't be legal in a trial but, along with a statement from me, it should be enough for my lawyer to work with. The policewoman was going to email the affidavits and photos directly to my lawyer. 

I knew that they would figure out that Teri had not taken the plane but it could take a couple of days. I didn't want anyone to associate my leaving with Teri's leaving. I figured that with a two-day delay no one would associate her with me. I did not want the Mexican navy or immigration to stop my boat in Mexican waters.

It worked out perfectly; two days after Teri left I checked out with the harbormaster with immigration and customs. This was routine since I did this several times a year.

I wandered around the area, fishing half-heartedly so that I would arrive at La Caleta shortly after dusk. When I got to La Caleta I asked the harbormaster (my friend Juan) to fill up the gas and water tanks while I went to the restaurant at the Fiesta Americana for dinner. Pepe was to put Teri on my boat as soon as Juan had finished servicing it. When I got back, I had Chuy take the boat out right away. Since I had already cleared Mexican officialdom, we just left. Having good friends is a wonderful thing. Teri told me the pictures had been taken and the three of them had signed an affidavit.

It would have been nice to shoot directly back to Corpus Christi but looking at a map I could see that didn't make any sense. Cancun to Corpus is a straight shot ... except it is out of range of my tanks. Normally I would stop at several Mexican ports, such as Monterrey but I wanted to stay out of Mexican territorial waters. So, I could easily make it to Key West and then just chug along the coast to Corpus Christi. The extra time was actually a good diversion. As far as I could see there was no connection between my exit from Isla Bonita Marina and Teri's leaving for the airport.

About an hour out of Cozumel, heading for Key West, Teri came out of the forward guest stateroom to the salon. She didn't look too good. I gave her another pill for the pain. She puttered around in the salon opening drawers, looking inside. She did the same thing in the galley, looking at the cooking implements, the stove and the food in the fridge and cabinets. After about an hour she returned to her cabin.

I wrote a long email to my lawyer, telling him what we needed. He replied back that by the time we got back to Corpus, everything would be in place. Teri wanted to file for divorce immediately and to get a restraining order ... she was really scared about what Lee would do to her. He faxed the papers back for her signature. She signed and I faxed them back. The lawyer would notify her husband Lee what was taking place.

It took us ten days to make it back to my mooring in Port Aransas. Teri gradually started loosening up and relaxing a little bit. She loved taking a turn at the helm and we did some easy fishing, mostly just trolling. After the second day she started cooking and everyone wore a smile. She was in the forward stateroom and really loved it.

She started spending time in the sun every day, for the first few days with a conservative one-piece suit, then with a somewhat modest bikini. I would sit and watch her when I had time but I couldn't do anything that would lessen her trust. I watched as the bruises started to fade. It was interesting to see ... as the bruises and pain lessened, her smile would get bigger.

We got to Port Aransas and no one even stopped by from immigration and customs ... part of this I figured was because everyone knew I had been in the Rangers and was a total straight arrow. 

Teri's two brothers and her mom came by to pick her up, after she had spent a half-day with my lawyer. Her brothers were giving me 'the look' until her mom figured out that she had known my Aunt Lupe. After that I was golden.

Things went into a kind of stasis for a couple months – I didn't see Teri at all but Chuy and I went fishing regularly. One day I called Teri to see if she wanted to go fishing with us. I told her not to bring anything – Chuy would do the cooking. Chuy's daughter and son were going out with us.

We went out several miles from Corpus Christi bay and actually caught quite a few fish. We were mostly doing catch and release but we kept several speckled trout for Chuy to cook for lunch. I hit a good spot for redfish and caught several in the twelve-pound range. Chuy put one of these on ice for his family to use.

Lunch was great. Even though I'd asked Teri not to bring anything, she had two great bottles of Chalk Hill Chardonnay. The wine went really well with the fish. After lunch, Chuy's daughter Pam and Teri went to the forward berth and took a nap. The guys wound up watching a Mexican soccer match and drinking a couple bottles of Lone Star each.

On the way back I sat with Teri in the back and chatted over a beer. We were just getting to know each other better. She told me some more about herself.

"You know I grew up in Harlingen. After high school I went to the University of Dallas and got a Bachelor's in Accounting. After graduation I was hired by one of the large accounting firms there and wound up mostly doing real estate taxes. That's how I met Lee.

"We met about seven years ago and married after going together for a year. He was a lot of fun for several years. He never wanted to have kids. I guess he was just a big boy having fun and earning lots of money. A few months after getting married, he made me quit work. He said, 'No wife of mine should have to work' 

"It was okay for a while – business was going well for him. Then about a year ago things kind of fell apart. Several deals crashed and suddenly we were overextended. I told him I was going back to work and he got really mad at me. We had to have money so I went back to the place I had been working. Things weren't going too well. 

"Then about six months ago things looked like they were going to turn around. He closed a couple of small shopping center land sales and made me stop work again. This big regional shopping center deal came up and if he makes this work he will be set. He started trying to talk me into sleeping with another man but I wouldn't even listen to him. That pissed him off.

"Then you know what happened at Isla Mujeres. I can't live with a man that wants me to sleep with someone else. He killed any love I had left when he hit me. I never want to see him again!"

She looked a little upset so I asked her, "What are you doing now, Teri?"

Looking at me and then sighing a little, she said, "I'm working part time for a friend of my mom. This lady has a small business doing accounting, payroll and taxes for local restaurants. I'm only working about ten to fifteen hours a week."

When I walked her to her car she kissed me on the cheek and asked me to call her. I did and started driving over to Harlingen every couple of weeks to take her to dinner or a movie. Once I picked her up early and we drove to the Sunday market at Matamoros and had dinner at a really great steak place I knew in Brownsville. Over dinner she made me tell her about my past, Janet, the Texas Rangers and everything.

When I finished she looked sad and said, "We're just a couple of birds with broken wings, aren't we?"

I didn't answer; I took her hands in mine and we sat there quietly for a minute. When I took her home she gave me a real kiss for the first time. After hugging me tightly she ran to the front door of her mom's house. I could see tears on her cheek as she turned.

One Saturday evening as we were eating dinner at her mom's, she told me that she was coming up to go fishing with me and she was bringing lunch. Of course that was fine with me. I was becoming quite attached to her, maybe something more.

She showed up with a picnic basket about eight in the morning ready to go. I told her that Chuy had a headache and couldn't go and she laughed. We took the Boston Whaler and went to Laguna Madre, the strip of water between South Padre Island and Corpus Christi. The water was fairly shallow, especially close to the island. I caught a couple of speckled trout to fix for dinner. 

We had a lot of fun – it was a beautiful day and there was no one around. About one o'clock we pulled into a small deserted cove and waded ashore with the picnic lunch and a couple of blankets. She had another bottle of the Chalk Hill Chardonnay, along with fried chicken and potato salad. 

It was a lazy day and we both lay back and took a nap. She took her top off to get some sun but she seemed somewhat skittish. She fell right to sleep – that's what fresh air does to you. It took me a while to nod off because I was somewhat disconcerted sitting there admiring her absolutely beautiful breasts. 

They were neither large nor small. I'm no expert but it appeared to me that they would be a perfect handful. I felt somewhat embarrassed sitting there watching her perfect globes. I slept for a while then awoke and sat up – watching the small waves come ashore and the sand crabs scrambling around. I fought it ... well not too hard ... but I was looking at her breasts like they were a painting by Botticelli. I was noticing the beautiful light brown coloring of her areolas when I saw her looking at me out of the corners of her eyes. 

Turning so she couldn't see my erection I dived in the warm water. When I came out she had her top on and her face was a delicate pinkish color. We picked up and I waded out to the boat with the stuff. I climbed in and put out my hand to help her in ... and my knee gave way. We both fell back in the shallow water and she came up laughing at me.

We went back up the waterway to Port Aransas without saying much but in a companionable silence. I drove her back to my house and we had a nice dinner with the trout and a bottle of Spanish Sparkling wine. Afterward I walked her to her car and stood looking at her for a minute. I put my arms around her, crushing her breasts to my chest but didn't try to kiss her. She thanked me for the beautiful day. As she drove away, I could swear she had a slight, knowing, Mona Lisa smile on her face.

Things went along for a while, with us drifting closer together. I heard from my lawyer that her divorce was final. Lee had been fighting it and kept harassing her with phone calls until he was caught coming out of a bar one night. Two guys I grew up with and had kept out of jail when I was a Ranger were waiting for him. Without mentioning any names they casually mentioned that he would be a lot healthier divorced than married ... then they broke his arm. He must have gotten the message since he signed the divorce papers right away.

I invited her mom and brothers and anyone else that wanted to come on a day trip out in the ocean – fishing for all who wanted; anything else for the rest. I wanted to give her something so I agonized over what for a few days. Finally I decided to keep it light and got her a couple dozen pink roses with a short note and put them in the forward stateroom where she had stayed.

I didn't say anything to her, just that the ladies could change into their swimsuits in the guest suite. About an hour later she came up to the bridge - remember this was a flying bridge so we were way up high - and handed me one of the roses. She pressed up against me and gave me a steamy kiss; I swear my eyes fogged up. She whispered in my ear, "Thanks!" and molded her body into mine again.

After that we started getting together fairly regularly. I offered her a job as my business manager: to do the finances for the two mobile home parks and my personal investments. To be honest I didn't think I needed anyone but I wasn't going to tell her that. She certainly seemed competent. I gave her one of the mobile homes I owned for her use and she seemed happy. She worked out really well, especially showing me how I could reduce my taxes. I quickly gained confidence in her ability and quit looking over her shoulder.

One of the 'duties' I gave her was to take over all the special events. She decorated the community center at the trailer park for Thanksgiving and Christmas and found bands for the dances we had regularly. I'd always just used records before she took over. I don't know how long things would have drifted – both of us were more or less happy but more lonely than not. She made a huge mistake - and later I smilingly accused her of doing it on purpose - of asking Chuy to make the punch for a Valentine's Day party.

This was the height of the winter season, the time we were the busiest ... the most occupied. By mid-March the winter crowd would start to drift back north and by June they would be gone.

Teri had done a magnificent job of decorating the hall where we had all the parties. There were hearts and flowers all over the place. Everyone was commenting on it. I don't know how she managed it but she got Freddie Fender and a couple of his Tex-Mex buddies to play for the dance. I think one of her brothers knew him.

We had been into the punch a few times and were out on the dance floor when Freddie sang his standard, "Before the Next Teardrop Falls". We were okay until the last stanza:

"If he ever leaves you blue,

Just remember I love you,

I'll be there before the next teardrop falls.

Yes, I'll be there

Before the next teardrop falls."

Teri started crying into my chest – I held her close for a while. I got some more punch and we went outside. Teri was still crying a little and Freddie was still singing so I held her tight. After a bit we finished the punch and Teri quietly took my hand and led me over to her trailer.

Maybe it was the punch, maybe it was just love ... I don't know. Teri pulled me all the way back to her room and down onto her bed. We kissed, I petted her. The kisses started somewhat wistfully, a searching for love but quickly became more passionate. At the time all I could think of was the hard life she led and how she deserved happiness – and gentle love. I pulled her top off; it was a scalloped neck over the shoulder blouse and almost came off by itself.

I gently released her bra and taking my time adored her breasts. I kissed them, I pulled her nipples with my lips and I took her breasts, one then the other, in my mouth. She put her hand behind my head and gently pulled me into her body; I could hear her quietly crying. I slowly moved down and as it became clear to me ... an epiphany: I loved her; I used my tongue to draw a heart on her abdomen above her pubic hair. As I did this I could feel her shuddering.

I slowly worked my way down and licked the crease between her thighs and pubic area. I found her slit and slowly licked up and then down, feeling her hips starting to move. I put my tongue in as far as I could, tasting her, feeling her move. I found her clitoris with my tongue, my lips and showed her this new love I had discovered. I put one, then two fingers into her vagina, moving in and out slowly, in rhythm with my tongue. She came with an almost violent shuddering, pushing my head away as she became too sensitive.

Lying beside her I put one leg under hers and as I entered her, I started whispering my love. It was slow and long and the finish seemed almost violent by comparison. We laid there for a while and fell asleep.

The next morning she seemed almost nervous and very shy so I got up and took a shower so she could get dressed. When I came back she was sitting on the bed, crying silently in her bra and panties. I sat next to her and held her for maybe ten minutes until she stopped crying. I turned her head so I could look her in the eyes and whispered, "Teresita, bebe, I love you. Te amo mucho!" I took my thumb and wiped the tears from her eyes.

Things drifted along for a couple of months – she gradually relaxed more with me as we made love somewhat regularly. Then about mid-April she asked if we could do another picnic to Padre Island in the Boston Whaler. I was certainly agreeable so we set out with another picnic lunch. After eating we fell asleep in the warm sunshine.




Valentina



I woke with her on top of me, biting my neck and whispering in my ear ... "Daddy! Wake up!" I looked up at her with a lost look on my face and she had to laugh at me. She stood up and took off the top and bottom of her bikini. "Don't you notice anything different?"

I reached up for her with sudden lust but she stepped back, laughing at me.

"Aren't you happy you are going to be a daddy?"

I stared at her, her words sounding like Greek. Finally it dawned on me and I sat down stunned! I'd given up on having kids so long ago ... slowly a smile came to my face and this time I did pull her down. Kissing her breast I whispered ... "Don't you think we should make sure?"

We were married in July in Harlingen. It was a small ceremony but very nice. I took her on a ten-day cruise to Alaska, starting at San Francisco. We both enjoyed it a great deal and it was a time of growing closer and learning to love again. I would have thought I would have some trust and commitment issues after Janet but I freely gave of my love and my trust for her. Her sadness was gone now and our lovemaking was joyful.

In mid-October our beautiful daughter was born. We named her Valentina after the day she was conceived. We asked Chuy to be the Godfather, somehow sure that his punch at the Valentine's Day party had something to do with her conception.   *

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Valentina's Day



"Hail Valentina, Maiden Goddess of War!"

What? I'm a goddess now? Me, the daughter of a common street whore in some no name village where the gods never deigned it smile at once? I guess with military victories come fancy titles. "Valentina, Maiden Goddess of War" is certainly far better than my old full name, "Valentina Whoraughter".

The biggest shock for myself is that I thought myself and my Elite Guard would attract no attention coming into the Royal City of Chrysanthemum just before Sunrise, but no such luck. Within minutes the whole street was crowded with well-wishers shouting "Hail, Valentina. Hail, Valentina!" But after initial embarrassment, I was beginning to enjoy myself, especially seeing that some of the well-wishers were of the highest classes.

With a flamboyance I felt I owed the crowd, I had my horse stand on its back feet as I raised my sword high, letting the rays of the sunrise make my golden armor shine. The crowd shrieked in delight at the sight. I hope some artist is in the throng and will paint the scene. It is not that I have a huge ego (being the daughter of a whore weans that out of you), but I would love to see the spectacle from the onlooker's eye. Both the horse and the armor were gifts from my patron, King Ambrose IV, given to me in pieces after each victory. If meeting my patron for the first time goes as well as my initial entry to the city, today will be the first good memory I have of this day, the fourteenth day of Duodecimo, the Feast of Eros.

Bah, what a concept. The Feast of Eros, a day spent toasting the gods of romantic love. Take it from a whore's daughter, there is no such thing as romantic love. There is the love one gains from one's mother, and you could call certain friendships "love", but romantic love is a myth that skalds dream of, and refused to stop mentioning to us others.

My mother was a common street whore, and my father is unknown even unto the gods; just some random partaker of my mother's services one night where mother's usual safeguards to keep from being pregnant went awry. I have little doubt my existence within her womb cost her money she desperately needed, save that she did something none of the other street whores had ever imagined doing...using her mouth in place of her fleshy scabbard that all men wish to place their swords of flesh within. When I hit puberty mother taught me the trick, in case I would ever have need for it. After all, what future is there for a whore's daughter than to be a whore oneself?

Oh, that fateful day four years ago. King Ambrose's army had failed him again, and our village was being taken by looters from the conquering army. It was that day I last saw my mother alive, as she was violently raped before my eyes, sacrificing her own self in hopes the enemy soldiers would not find me. But alas they did. I was not going to allow them access to my pristine scabbard easily, and grabbed a spatha sword I found in a closet, hoping to harm at least one of them before they raped me and killed me like they did my mother. With a high-pitched whoop that my mother taught me was the sound of the banshee, I felled the first one, and then the second, and then the third, and then the fourth and last. I knelt in front of my mother. Seeing her bleed the rest of her life away, I took some of her blood and streaked it on my forehead and cheeks. I dashed out of our hovel and ran to find more enemy soldiers, endeavoring to kill as many as I could until one at last killed me, to take away the pain I felt from the blood of my fallen mother. As I saw each soldier I gave my battle shriek, terrifying them with my appearance as I took my spatha and thrust it wherever I saw an opening in their armor. From behind me I heard others shrieking, and saw the other youths of the village take the gladius dropped by my victims and followed my manner. Within the hour we had killed the last of the looters. After setting forth a burial pyre for the victims (including my mother, alas), the youths swore to be my band.

When you expect to die at any moment, and have little to live for, it makes you daring in battle. Soon my little band grew more and more. With guerrilla tactics we went against the enemy, with each victory gaining us increased members as the youths of each redeemed village wished to join us. It was not long before I drew the attention of Chrysanthemum, who began to sing my praises. It was two years ago that I gained the title of General. There were generals at the Royal City who hated me for it, but King Ambrose told them that, had they been half as good as I, it would be them getting the praise and not me. But I had nothing to worry from those generals, none would want to displease the King, and my initial band still remains my personal bodyguards. The only worries I had was during battle, where enemy officers would shout at me, saying they would ensure I was no longer a maiden general by piercing my fleshy scabbard with their sword of flesh, but fortunately the Fates denied them, and to this day no man's sword of the flesh has penetrated me. Having seen my mother defile herself with me who used and abused her, and hearing the various nightly screams of mother's fellow whore, I never wish to allow a man to do the same to me.

***

At last, I made my way to the royal castle. Sitting on the throne was King Ambrose IV himself. He was a widower, with the last queen dying in childbirth, taking the heir she gave birth to soon afterwards. The scuttlebutt was that both mother and stillborn child were weak, and for that reason both died. The shepherds say that the royals did too much inbreeding with one another, and like common animals they become weak if their lineage diverged little. Shepherds took care saying this, as nobles care not for being compared to animals. I never thought too hard upon this. Looking at King Ambrose, with his short brown beard and aqua-blue eyes, that here was a man who has seen much sorrow, but for some reason is rebounding. I hope I was the cause for this. 

"HAIL, KING AMBROSE!!!" I shouted as I raised my sword high, standing proud, and seconds later kneeled in front of him, sword point touching the ground. "I, General Valentina of the Whispering Woods, have come as you requested."

"HAIL VALENTINA, MAIDEN CONQUEROR OF THE ALASTRIANS!!!", shouted King Ambrose, raising his scepter high, and then lowering it. The court followed suit, "HAIL VALENTINA, MAIDEN CONQUEROR OF THE ALASTRIANS!!!". I heard the city's population seconds afterward shouting the same praise. For a simple whore's daughter, this was heady stuff.

"You honor me greatly my liege."

"No more than you deserve. The Kingdom has no need to fear the Alastrians for a least a generation or two, and by then the tales of your heroism will inspire our future generations to turn them back as the curs they are."

"Thank you, milord."

"But, you have arrived at an early hour? Perchance you wish to beat the robin to its earthly meal?"

"I was hoping to arrive simply into the city, but I had no idea I would be so recognized."

"When a land thirsts for heroines, they with quickly slake from the juice of victory a heroine provides. Now come, let us dine together. The Royal Court...is dismissed. You know to return when the sun is at its zenith."

I followed him to a private chamber behind the throne. It was the prettiest room I have ever seen, yet masculine just the same. It reminded me of the simple one-room cottages I had seen in my journeys, but the items were far grander, as befitting royalty. The table was of fine mahogany, and the bed was plush. I would think a king would have a separate bedchamber. King Ambrose saw what I was gazing at.

"Yes, I keep a bed here as well as in my master bedchamber above. In times of war and other great stress, I like having a single room where I can perform all the duties of state quickly. Now come partake in breaking our nightly fast."

I had heard of this morning ritual, shortened by some as "breakfast". Growing up, we ate whenever we could, as food was sometimes hard to acquire, especially during the raids. It was a gorgeous feast, with sliced ham and fresh strawberries practically radiating their deliciousness. It was complimented with the oddest porridge I ever had, made not of oats but of some fine grain I had never seen before. Our beverage was grape juice spiced with what King Ambrose said was cinnamon, noting the curiosity upon my face.

"Thank you my liege, I have never had a finer meal." I meant it; the berries were delicious.

"You are welcome, Valentina. There are Royals who have larger breakfasts, but I will not be as wasteful. A few different foods, complimentary to each other, are enough."

"I live to serve you, my liege. Now that we've have broken our nightly fast, please tell me how I can next serve your kingdom. Give me the names of your enemies, and I will smite them with my spatha."

"I have already decided how best you may serve the kingdom, which I will inform you of in good time."

"Thank you, King Ambrose..."

"Please; when we are alone, you may simply call me Ambrose. Consider it another gift."

"Thank you... Ambrose. I am grateful to give the citizenry of Chrysanthemum a valid holiday, as opposed to the nonsense holiday typically celebrated today."

"We have no preordained holiday today in Chrysanthemum. Tell me, what is this holiday you speak of?"

"In the village I hailed from, today was the Feast of Eros, which celebrates a silly notion, that of romantic love. Such a silly notion."

"Why is such a feast a silly notion?"

"In my experience, there is no such thing as romantic love. For the peasantry man and woman match up based on availability. Also, although you would know better than I, for the royalty the families choose the mates. All the rest is simply the lust of men, who took it from the whores of my village however they could, either by prepayment, or by rape. There is no thing as romantic love...true love. It is the myth perpetuated by the local skalds."

"The bards of Chrysanthemum sing the same stories of this 'myth', but I like to believe it is possible. Like you said, my first wife was chosen for me, but I would hope that a second would shave a romantic love with me."

"I am surprised that such a wise king is such an idealist."

"I was born under the stars of the dreamer, which I have always hoped would influence me to lead my people well." He paused. "I think it is time to discuss your future."

"I am prepared, milord."

"First, this will require you to be of the soundest body, as it will not be an easy task. First, take off your armor; there is no one left here to impress."

"Of course, milord." With that I took off my golden breastplate, now clad simply in my tunic adorned with the jewels Ambrose have sent me on the various occasions of my victories. As I flexed myself from the relief of removing my armor, Ambrose rang a bell. In a few seconds some female servants came within the chamber.

"Maza, Dionna, please take General Valentina to the bathing chamber. Once she is done, have her return here."

I followed the servants to the bathing chamber. I have only bathed in creekbeds, and that was seldom. Water came from wells, and a whore and her daughter would never be allowed enough time to draw enough water to bathe; we were lucky just to attain enough to drink. Maza helped me with my tunic as Dionna prepared the water. It was a novel experience, stepping into the warm water, as opposed to the cool water I found in the aforementioned creeks. I was surprised when Maza started washing me.

"What?"

"It is OK, Queen Valentina. We are accustomed to helping one bathe. We assisted the late Queen Aisla on all her baths." I must admit that it felt good. Maza's hands were washing my breasts, which were the size of modest cantaloupes. Dionna attended to my hair, and it never before felt fresher.

"You are ready, General Valentina. Now stand, we have a few final preparations for you." I nodded, almost regretting leaving the water. I looked at the water's color and never realized how dirty I must have been; this must be what it is like to be a newborn. "Now, please open your legs, General".

I did as they requested, and was then surprised to see the razor in Dionna's hand. Maza took some soap and carefully smeared it all around the hair covering my fleshy scabbard, after which Dionna used the razor to remove all the hair there.

"What...is this?"

"Relax, this is completely normal. This ensures your cleanliness." They finished drying me, and gave me a robe of the richest scarlet. "Now, wear this."

"But my tunic..."

"...Is in seriously need for a washing. Trust us, General Valentina, all you need is this robe. Now, time to rejoin the King."

***

"Welcome back, Valentina." King Ambrose was sitting upon his chamber bed.

"That was an odd experience milord."

"You do feel better, do you not?"

"Well, yes...I guess I am not used to the finer things in life. Maybe it is not for me."

"Yes, it is for you, as is your due. Now, stand before me."

I did as he requested. I could not help but shiver. Something told me that an event I would never forget was about to took place; I could not have been more right.

"Now, this new task I have for you will consume the rest of your life." He noted that I trembled when he said that. "But the rewards for success are far greater than any save the goddesses have received. Of all the women in all creation, I feel that only you could accomplished it." I could not help but blush. "But first, to see if you are ready. Now... disrobe."

"Dis...robe?"

"You heard me. Do it. Trust me."

I thought I was blushing before, but now all the crimson of my blood was flowing unto my skin. But, an order from my King was an order I must oblige, so I disrobed, with nothing but my scarlet tresses covering me.

"Quite promising," Ambrose admitted, admiring my features. I noticed him appreciating my cantaloupe-like breasts. For some reason, I started to feel a trickle of fluid dripping from me. I knew it was neither water nor urine, but I had no idea what it could be.

"Milord, I feel so embarrassed."

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are the pinnacle of feminine fitness, a model to which all the women of the kingdom should aspire to." He paused. "I see Maza and Dionna did a good job with her hair...in both locales." I blushed more. "You are rather cute when you blush."

"The 'Maiden Conqueror' shouldn't be cute."

"Yes she should...to her King at least. Now, place your fists and knees onto the mattress; I must...continue my examination."

I did as requested. I suddenly realized that from behind my fleshy scabbard was exposed, and that was where King Ambrose was.

"Yes, very promising." With his fingers he was starting to probe my fleshy scabbard...what sort of mission requiring the rest of my life could require such an examination. I could not help but jump when his finger began to enter me. "Yes, you are indeed a virgin...a maiden conqueror in fact as well as name."

He continued his ministrations. He rubbed his finger around and around my fleshy scabbard. My embarrassment was beginning to turn into something else. I was not sure just what as yet, but it felt different. It was starting to feel...good? That was when a second finger found its way to the small equivalent of a man's sword of the flesh that I, as a woman, had. He briefly removed his hand, and curiously licked both fingers, before returning his fingers to the now quite warm nether regions of my body.

"Eeeeek!" I could not help but squeal. King Ambrose was working me over quite nicely with his fingers. I lost all control of my legs, as they were jumping on their own volition. "Oh, goddesses, what are doing to me?"

In answer to me, he flipped me onto my back and spread my legs, with himself in between. "Only what you deserve." I bent my head to discover something. King Ambrose's own sword of the flesh was revealed, standing at attention. I was just beginning to consider whether I should fight the King, when any thoughts of such were forever gone when his sword of flesh pierced my maiden shield, forever rendering it as the symbol of his manhood entered my symbol of womanhood.

"GODDESS!!!" I have felt pain before, but not like this. It was different. It was indescribable. After a few minutes of his sword of flesh feeling itself in my scabbard he bent down, surprising me by laying his lips upon mine.

"Shh," said the King lightly to my ear. But how could I be quiet when the one thing I swore would never happen has happened. My king's fleshy sword has broken my maiden shield. I am no longer the maiden conqueror; I am now just a maiden conquered.

Then slowly another realization came to me...this was starting to feel really good. His manhood was filling me up nicely. Only later I realized the sounds I heard that were so familiar, the sounds of a female being penetrated that I was accustomed to hearing in my childhood, was being voiced by myself. I forgot all except the name of the man who was doing this... this wonderful thing to me.

"AMBROSE!!!"

"VALENTINA!!!"

With our mutual screaming of each other's name, I felt a gush of something enter my sweet feminine scabbard. The feeling was a rush. We looked into each other's eyes, and I saw nothing but contentment. Ambrose laid a pillow underneath my rear, which stopped the white fluids I saw from falling onto bed, but instead kept it within me. He kissed me, and then we mutually felled asleep.

***

"Wake up, my love. It is almost the time of the day's zenith."

I awakened. I saw that I was under the soft covers of King Ambrose bed, with the King beside me.

"Milord, why did you treat me so?"

"You seemed to enjoy myself."

"But, King Ambrose..."

"For you, just 'Ambrose' will do."

"Ambrose, why despoil me?"

"I did not despoil you. I gave you the attention a man gives a woman."

"But, now I am no longer the 'Maiden Conqueror'. You need a Maiden Conqueror, don't you."

"The enemy is defeated. I have no longer a need for a Maiden Conqueror." He paused. "What I need is a Queen who can bare strong, healthy children. Such a Queen must also be rejoiced by the kingdom." He took a hold of a ring of rubies and diamonds. "There is such a thing as romantic love. When I first heard of you I was fascinated. Please take this ring as consent to be my bride, the new Queen of Chrysanthemum."

I was stunned, and knew of only one course of action. I took the ring and placed it on finger. Then I kissed him as I fondled his manly sword of flesh.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Yes. By the Goddesses, yes." I bent down and took his manhood into my mouth, showing him the attention he so deserved. It was, in a way, sweet revenge, as he trembled the same way I trembled when he fingered me earlier. The tip of his flesh sword felt so good rubbed all within my mouth. I gently began to play with his fleshy rocks below. It was not long before he emitted more of that wonderful white fluid into my mouth.

"Wow!" Ambrose was speechless. "That was wonderful. However, we are now running behind time. Quick, don these white gowns. We must go to the courtyard; the bishop is awaiting, as are our subjects."

"Waiting?"

"I had planned all along for us to be wed this day."

We quickly dressed and went outside. The wedding ceremony was beautiful. Perhaps there is such things as romantic love, and the only thing I ever thought was a sillier idea...happy endings. For until the end of time, in this kingdom the day will be known as the day where romantic love is possible. But in the Kingdom of Chrysanthemum there is no holiday known as the Feast of Eros. The King and his kingdom simply named it...Valentina's Day.



Valentina's Valentines



Valentina had been married and divorced at a young age. Now at 40, she felt that she was in many ways happily married to her career. She was an efficient woman and she knew this was the reason for her success. After single-handedly raising a daughter while struggling through law school in Italy, she had successively built up her career as a business lawyer. She had found her calling in intellectual property law and started climbing up the company ladder of an international patent firm. She loved this line of work, largely because it meant she got to meet a lot of creative people. Eventually, she had made the transfer to the companies US based headquarter, and while it had been a struggling to move continents with a child, she had never regretted this.

Around the office, she was facetiously referred to as The Cleaner. She had got the nickname from her ability to fix problems within the company, and she would regularly be sent out to local branches to shape up the business. This had got easier over the last couple of years because her daughter had gone off to college. The past year she had spent most of her time at the company's Oregon office, which had rapidly been losing money. It was a small branch with around ten people and she had questioned the decision to save it. The board had however decided that it was important to have representation in the area. 

The branch had turned out to be in worse shape than she had imagined, mostly due to bad management. As always, she took charge of the situation. She had fired the boss and placed herself as a manager. The decision hadn't been all popular and the senior staff had soon left. They had claimed it was out of loyalty with their former boss but it had been obvious that they also had a problem with working for a female manager. She had no patience for such behavior and was glad they had quit by their own device. 

After a few chaotic weeks, she had been left with just six employees, all guys and averaging at around ten years her junior. These younger employees hadn't had any problems with her as a woman, but she could tell there was quite a bit of hostility. She figured they were all afraid to lose their jobs and the previous manager had created an infected work environment with unhealthy competition. They were even fighting over the same clients.

A turning point occurred when one the employees, Adam, had come close to a nervous breakdown. She had noticed that he had been performing poorly and when she had called him into her office to discuss it, he had been close to tears. He explained that his wife had just left him and he was having problems keeping it together. He had been so sure that he was about to get fired that he suggested he should go pack up his things.

While Valentina was known to be demanding in terms of her employee's performance, she was in no way a cold bitch. One of the qualities that made her so efficient was the fact that she was a compassionate woman and could read other people. Rather than firing him, she gave him a week off to sort out his situation. She made the rest of the staff handle his clients, and for the first time they managed to act as a team. The way she had handled the situation made them feel like she was on their side, restoring their long-lost faith in the company. When Adam returned, he brought her flowers to thank her for her support. She thought that it was a bit unprofessional, but still appreciated the gesture. It had served to break down a barrier between her and the staff.

They could soon see that she was in fact saving their jobs and they were very thankful that she was taking charge of the situation. She would be the one to call the shots, and as no one questioned this, she was happy to keep the work environment rather informal. Because the branch was much smaller than what she was used to, she had gotten to know the staff better. They had grown very fund of her, and she of them. They had been lacking good mentorship, and she was happy to give it to them. 

She also knew that even though the branch had been losing money, it wouldn't be a good idea to cut back on expenses. Instead, she had invested in small company gym. This allowed people to stay longer, and it also served as a means to blow off some steam when needed. Occasionally, she would think to herself that this investment was also a bit selfish. First, because she liked to keep in shape herself, but she also had to admit that it was nice to look at the guys sweating it out. They would even push each other to work out harder, and she had noticed that most of them had got even fitter over the year. She adhered to the notion that it's a bad idea to "shit where you eat," but nevertheless appreciated the eye-candy.

The initial hostility had been replaced by respect, followed by a sense of friendship and even a bit flirtation. She wasn't the only one sneaking peaks around the office and she had often noticed the guys checking her out. She was used to this and it wasn't surprising -- she was a sexy woman and she was aware of it. Her looks had in no way diminished with age and the increased confidence had made her even more attractive. She was in many ways the epiphany of a strong, independent woman. Even though the work climate was informal, they would all stick to the habit and dress professionally, which for her usually meant a tight skirt and blouse. While rather strict, it showed off her legs and curvy figure and she enjoyed the appreciative looks she got.

Some of the guys had even hinted that they would like to take her out, but she had politely let them know that she wasn't going to date her employees because it was against the company policy. It had been tempting though. She was all happy to be on her own, but she found the lack of sexual attention challenging. It was hard to fit in even casual relationships with her busy schedule. She had thought that her sex drive would diminish with age, but if anything it was just getting larger. Spending most of her time around an office with six hot young men hadn't helped either. 

Her time there was however now coming to an end. The branch was back on its feet and she had groomed Liam to take over as branch manager. At 34, he was the oldest of the guys and the natural choice. She had sensed that he doubted himself but she was confident he would do just fine.

Not wanting to make a big fuss about her leaving, she had decided to just have a small party at the office after work on her last day. Being unattached, it didn't cross her mind that this was February 14th. As far as she knew, the guys were all single too, but she still felt bad when she realized she had picked Valentine's day because she knew it was considered a big day for dating in America. Still, none of the guys had complained and had all been quick to accept the invite. 

As most work parties, it started off pretty formal because it's hard for people to discard their work roles and relax. Always planning ahead, Valentina had supplied a wide selection of beverages and after a few drinks, the guys started loosening up. They had turned the meeting room into a party area and some festive music was playing through the sound system. Still, the mood was somewhat dampened. This got particularly apparent when she at one point returned from the bathroom and found them all just sitting quietly. 

"What's up guys?" she asked.

"I guess we're all just a bit worried about what's going to happen now that you'll leave," said Liam.

"Oh, nonsense," she replied, shaking her hand to emphasize her words. "You'll do perfectly fine without me."

"Maybe," Adam said. "We're still going to miss having you around, though."

"That's sweet of you," she said and laughed slightly. "I'll miss you guys too."

She meant it. Too much of an asset to dedicate all her time to this branch, she had gone back and forth between this and the main office over the past year and she seemed to get a lot of energy from being around these younger men. The age difference wasn't huge, but she found it refreshing compared to the headquarters. And while she was used to gaining the respect of her employees, she felt that she had formed a special bond to this bunch. She'd gotten to know all of them quite well over the past year.

First, there was Adam, who had been quite emotional after his difficult breakup. He had confined in her, probably because she was the only woman at the office. At first she had been a bit uncomfortable about being his shoulder to cry on, but she had decided that the most efficient way to get him back on his feet was probably to let lend him her ears. She had even shared some of her experiences from her own divorce, and it they had become good friends in the process. 

She had also spent a lot of time with Liam because she had prepared him for taking over management. She had been a bit surprised that he so openly had confessed his doubt about his own suitability for the job, but she had figured that he probably just trusted her enough to be honest about it. She knew that he was prepared for the task and she could proudly say that she was responsible for it.

At 27, Dave was the youngest of the bunch. He was bright and very creative, but impulse control wasn't his strong side. She had often had to make him stay focused on his current task, sometimes making her feel like a stern teacher. He had taken her criticism well though, thankful that someone was actually giving him some directions. 

Eric was a bit of a technology geek, but far from the stereotype. He was very fit and always dressed sharp. She had noticed that clients were often surprised by the level of detailed understanding he had about technological inventions they wanted patented. She had enjoyed discussing such matters with him herself and felt that she had learned a lot from it. It was obvious that he had ambitions and he gratefully accepted all her advice on how to advance his career.

Of the lot, Mitch was the one that had taken the longest to get to know. He was a bit of a cowboy, and she had originally mistaken him for a macho-man -- something she really didn't care for. She soon realized that his attitude was a result of the unhealthy competitive culture the former management had created. After making him relax a bit, she discovered that he was a very sweet and charming man. She managed to bring this out in his communication with clients and they were both pleased to see that this his female client base had gone from zero to over 50%. He had really come out of his shell lately and she found him to be a real gentleman.

Finally, there was Julian, an Argentinean man and the accountant of the branch. He was quite flirtatious, and had repeatedly asked her to go out dancing him, which she always declined. It had become a bit of an inside joke, where he would pretend to be heartbroken every time she turned him down. It was all in good spirit though and they had also bonded over the sometimes frustrating situation of living in a foreign country. As her experience was longer, he had been thankful for some of her advice.

Looking around the room, she was feeling rather sad about leaving them now.

"Let's just have a fun evening tonight, OK?" she said, realizing that the comment was as much meant for her as it was for the staff. Knowing that she still needed to boost Liam's confidence she continued. "And you really shouldn't worry. Liam is well prepared to take over."

The guys nodded in agreement. They knew her shoes would be hard to fill, and didn't want to put more pressure on him. After a moment of silence, Dave spoke.

"Yeah, but he won't be as nice to look at."

He always had a tendency to talk before thinking. Realizing that his joke was a bit inappropriate, his face reddened and the rest started laughing more at his predicament than his joke.

"I don't know about that," Valentina said and quickly realized that it could also be interpreted as inappropriate. Not wanting to linger on the sentiment of her comment, she changed the subject. 

"I'm really sorry about scheduling this party for Valentine's Day."

The guys all reassured her that they didn't mind.

"It's silly," Eric said. "Like all most traditions, it's just a bit of commercialism hidden under a thin layer of obscure superstitions."

Everybody laughed at his cynicism, but they seemed to agree with the sentiment. Valentina thought to herself that they might be taking after her workaholic lifestyle. Why else would they be so happy to stay for a work party on this romantic day?

"Well, to make it up to you, I've bought you all some Valentine's gifts," she said and disappeared briefly to collect a trolley full of gift baskets. They were really just intended as farewell presents, but when she realized what date it was, she'd bought a range of Valentine's cards and stuck them in the baskets. As a joke, she had used a marker pen to change the name Valentine to Valentina on all of them. Some just said things like "Happy Valentina's Day," but others were more cheesy. It had crossed her mind that these could be interpreted as inappropriate romantic invitations, which wouldn't go down well with the company policy. To circumvent this, she had written their names on pieces of papers and placed them in a jar. No one could accuse her of coming on to one of her employees if she picked them at random. 

With the guys sitting down in front of her, she started the lottery. The first name said Adam, who was quick to collect his gift but before sitting down, he stopped and turned to her.

"Can I hug you?" he asked.

She laughed at his question but still accepted it. 

"Why not?" she said and held out her arms. It was a warm, affectionate embrace.

She had noticed over the years that people seemed to like hugging her. Growing up in Italy, she was used to more physical interaction, so this wasn't in particularly strange for her, but because she figured it was because of how her voluptuous body felt against theirs, it was sometimes a nuisance. At this point it was however all welcome. 

Naturally, the rest of the guys also hugged her as they collected their gifts. She wasn't left unaffected by the embrace of one hot guy after the other and thought that she really needed to find time to get out in the dating scene again.

"Do people celebrate Valentine's day in Italy?" Mitch asked.

"Hmm... I guess, but not in the same way as here?"

"How so?" Mitch continued.

"Well, it's just different traditions I suppose. I don't really know that much about it... I once read that people used to believe that the first unmarried person you saw on Valentine's Day would be your future partner."

"Really, and who was the first person you saw today?" Eric asked cheekily, suddenly far more interested in the customs surrounding this day.

"Well, let's see... I guess the first ones I saw that I know are unmarried would be all of you guys when I walked into the staff meeting this morning," she said and giggled nervously when she realized the connotation of what she had just said.

There was a bit of chuckling from the guys, followed by a moment of silence as the meaning of her words was sinking in. 

"In Argentina..." Julian said, putting down his drink and holding out his hand invitingly. "In Argentina, we always go out dancing on Valentine's Day."

"Of course you do," Valentina responded with a knowing smirk. Her instinct was to say no, but then again, she had been the one to suggest they should try to have fun tonight.

The guys all helped out in creating a little dance space and Eric raised the volume of the music. It was some old funk song, but Julian still decided to swirl her around the floor in a tango, making the other guys laugh at the sight of him finally getting his long requested dance.

When the song ended, he thanked her for the dance with another tight embrace and before she got a chance to sit down, Mitch stood up and bowed for her.

"May I have this dance ma'am?"

How could she turn him down? He grabbed her around the waist and started waltzing her around like they were on some barn dance. The other guys encouraged them by hollering and whistling. As she expected, the rest of the guys wanted their turn as well, and with different levels of grace they all got their chance on the dance floor. It was challenging for her to move around in her business clothes and high heels, but she was having a great time.

To match her skirt, she had accessorized her outfit with a black scarf, fitted around her neck as a bow tie for her white blouse. She removed it before sitting down, feeling flustered after six dances. She knew it wasn't just from physical exhaustion. None of her cavaliers had exactly crossed the line of feeling her up, but they had all taken the opportunity to squeeze her body tightly against theirs. It was all good fun but it was still having an effect on her. It had been a long time since she had taken the time to enjoy the attention of any man, and now she apparently had six Valentine dates playfully wooing her. Feeling a bit wicked, she smiled to herself and proceeded to undo the top button, secretly enjoying the attention it attracted from the six pairs of male eyes in the room.

"It's nice to see you letting your hair down," Adam said and smiled at her.

He would have meant it figuratively, but she could tell a few of her black curls had escaped the otherwise strict creation she always kept her hair in around the office. They weren't exactly being formal anymore so she decided she might as well let it down. As she untied her hair and shook it out, the guys all looked at her curiously. It was like she was shaking off her role as their boss.

"Are there any fun Valentine's traditions in America?" Julian asked.

"Where I grew up, it was considered bad luck not to get a kiss on Valentine's Day," Adam said tongue-in-cheek.

"Nice try," she responded with a giggle. "But I'm not going to kiss you."

Adam pouted his lips and pretended to sob. She decided to play along and comfort him.

"But it's just because it's against company policy, of course."

The mood was getting quite flirtatious and she felt that she probably should stop it. Then again, it was her last day, and it was just a bit of harmless fun. She was very much enjoying herself.

"It says here that in some European countries, women used to write down the names of their admirers on papers and let faith decide on whom their future husband should be," Dave said, reading from his phone.

She laughed and explained that she had no intention of remarrying. 

"Maybe you could just pick a name for a little Valentine's kiss," Adam continued. "You know, for good luck."

"Yeah, we have a jar right here," Dave added on.

She should probably have ended this flirting game right there but as she was thinking it over, she left a long enough pause to reveal that she was interested. When she then tried to laugh it off, the guys had been encouraged enough to keep trying.

"Come on, it's just an innocent kiss," Julian said.

She knew that a simple "no" would have made them all back off straight away. Yet, for reasons she couldn't quite understand, she was intrigued. 

"I would," she said, inadvertently admitting that she was intrigued. "But like I said, it's against company policy. I think I could lose my job if I kissed one of my employees." The last part probably wasn't true, but she felt she had to come up with some strong argument, primarily to convince herself it was a bad idea.

"But as of today, you're no longer the manager here, right?" Adam said.

"Yeah, but it still wouldn't go down well I think," she responded, laughing at their persistence.

"But how could you be held responsible if you picked a name a random?" Eric asked,

"And it's not like anyone would find out," Dave pointed out.

"But I would know..." she said, again thinking too long before she responded to fool anyone she wasn't interested. 




Valentina's Valentines



"But what if you didn't know?" Liam said.

She looked curiously at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean if you want to, you could just close your eyes and you wouldn't even know who it was,"

"If you want to..." she thought to herself. That was the problem. She wanted to, and now her mind started rationalizing it, internalizing their arguments. It was just a kiss. It was her last day. No one would find out. And how could anyone accuse her of harassment if she didn't even know who it was she was kissing? She half-heartedly put up one last protest.

"But I might accidentally peak."

"But you could wear a blindfold," Liam suggested.

"Damn you area creative bunch," she laughed. "Always coming up with a solution..."

They could indeed come up with convincing arguments. The manager side of her took pride in the teamwork they were showing, something that would have been impossible when she first arrived. She even thought briefly that she should agree with Liam to strengthen his position as the new manager. She smiled at her own ability to so efficiently justifying something she just really wanted for herself. The idea of the blindfold struck a chord with her for reasons she couldn't really comprehend.

"I guess you have a blindfold with you then," she teased, and noticed that she sounded more eager than she wanted to come across. 

"Well, we can just use your scarf here," Liam said and picked it off the table straight away. At the same time, Mitch and Eric put a chair in the middle of the dance space they had created before. The former manager had invested in a pompous office chair that he would use as a means to distinguish himself from the rest during the meetings and this was now going to be her throne. Before she knew it, she was sitting there with the name jar in her lap with Liam blindfolding her with her own scarf. Now unable to see, she had to rely on her other senses, and she could hear the guys shuffling around in the room so she wouldn't be able to tell who the person she picked was by remembering where they were seated. 

But something more happened as her eyes were covered -- suddenly she wasn't the one in charge. This was a whole new experience for her and the sensation of not being in control was like a forbidden pleasure. It excited her. Attempting to hide it, she tried to sound casual.

"OK, let's get this over with." She giggled nervously, again making her excitement obvious. As she stuck her hand in the jar, she tried to convince herself that she did it because she owed this to the guys after making them unavailable on a day where they might have preferred to be out on some hot date. 

She held up the note and could hear disappointed grunts from the five guys that were not picked. She could sense someone approaching from her right. Deprived of her sight, her other senses seemed to be reinforced. She heard him kneel down in front of her and she could feel the unmistakable scent of a man. Was it Adam? Or perhaps Dave? Whoever it was seemed to take his time, and she could feel his breath on her face. The anticipation was making her body tingle. 

Then she felt a soft kiss on her lips -- just a light peck, but the touch was enough to send shivers through her body. Still, she wanted more. Subconsciously, she stretched her neck out and puckered her lips as if begging for more. The lucky winner granted her request and placed another kiss on her awaiting mouth. Never could she have expected that a simple kiss could be so powerful. She was dreaded to hear a slight moan escape her mouth as the man who had kissed her backed away -- now there was no way she could deny how excited she was getting by this situation.

Then again, why should she hide it? Didn't she deserve to let herself have some fun? It was just an innocent Valentine kiss after all. The lack of visual information about her surrounding seemed to make the sensation more powerful, but it also made the experience feel less real. It was like she couldn't be held accountable for her actions in this situation. Such were the reasoning in her head as she absentmindedly reached down and picked another note from the jar.

She held it up, flipping it around a few times as she couldn't be sure what side was up or down. After a bit of chuckling from her candidates, she could hear someone approaching and kneel down in front of her. She pouted her lips invitingly and awaited her kiss, thinking it was too late to try and hide her willingness to continue this game. The anticipation left her breathless. Before long, she felt the winner's mouth on hers. This man had a beard, which meant it was either Liam or Mitch. He was also slightly more forceful than the first kisser, instantly pressing his lips against hers. Then, as if deliberately leaving her wanting more, he quickly backed away.

And she did want more. Also, after granting two of them a Valentine's kiss, she figured she had to continue until they had all had their turn. Such had the rules been with the hugs and the dances -- in the name of the team spirit she shouldn't leave anyone feeling left out. As she reached in the jar to pick another winner, she smiled internally at how efficient she was at coming up with justifying arguments to continue the game.

The third winner also took his time, apparently enjoying watching her wait for her next kiss. Before placing his mouth on hers, he softly grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in. Her eager mouth answered by opening up and just as he was backing away, she flicked her tongue in open air, too late to find its target. She realized it would have been a funny sight, probably making her look just as anxious to push things further as she actually was. She was however starting to care less about hiding her desire and quickly pulled out another name from the jar in her lap.

Her eager mouth didn't have to wait long this time and before long, she felt another unknown man's lips on hers. As he continued to kiss her, he also reached out and softly caressed her arm, making her body shiver at the touch. She responded by opening her mouth and this time she felt the man's tongue slip inside. She was no longer exchanging innocent kisses -- she was now making out with one of her employees.

As he backed away, she again hurried to pick another piece of paper. This man was another one of the bearded two, but she didn't spend much thought on figuring out whom she was currently kissing. She was more preoccupied with the thrilling experience of having her mouth explored by yet another man as their tongues greedily danced around each other. She whimpered softly as the man eventually backed away and reached for the last name.

She awaited the final winner with open mouth, inviting him to continue where the last man left off. Because he knew that he was the only one left, she barely got the last name out of the jar before he was kissing her passionately. This one took his time, seeming almost as reluctant as her to end it. As he eventually broke the kiss, she felt disappointed that the make-out session was over.

She couldn't bring herself to remove the blindfold, and was thankful that none of the guys did either. Partly, she felt shy by the prospect of looking into their eyes after letting herself enjoy this so openly. She was also afraid that it might break the spell and put an end to this surreal reality she was enjoying so much. It wasn't just her other senses that was getting stronger in the absence of her sight -- she was also getting more aware of her own desires. A voice inside her seemed to urge her on to continue this game. As if hoping that another name would have magically appeared in the jar, she stuck her hand inside and felt around.

"Do you want to play again?" she heard Liam ask, almost whispering behind her.

She nodded softly, afraid that the sound of her own voice would make her snap out of the surreal situation. 

As she heard her employees refilling the jar with the name tickets, she wished that she had drunk more alcohol. It wasn't that she really needed to calm her nerves, but she felt that it would have given her something to blame her behavior on. She had however barely touched a drop -- it was obviously other chemicals running through her body. As the guys took their seats around her, she wasn't sure what to expect next, but she knew she wanted more and proceeded to pick the first name of the second round.

She heard one of them approach and as he kissed her, she gratefully responded. He however didn't linger long at her mouth and instead moved his lips away from hers and started kissing his way over her right cheek, down to her neck and all the way inside the opening of her undone top button. She shivered at the attention to her erogenous spots, and the sensation was amplified by the notion that this game was now involving more than just her mouth. As this man backed away she picked another name, eager to find out where the next winner would go.

This one didn't go for her mouth, but instead started by kissing her softly on the left side of her sensitive neck. He then mirrored the trail of the former man, kissing his way down to where her second button blocked his path. This one wasn't going to stop there however, and she held her breath as she felt him tugging at the placket of her blouse. She heard herself gasp as he unbuttoned the obstacle and proceeded to kiss his way down to the next one. While she wasn't left particularly indecent with just another button undone, she knew another line had been crossed -- her clothes were now a part of the game. Somewhere in the back of her head, a cautious voice was telling her to end it, but it was silenced by the growing sensation of lust that was overtaking her body and mind. Of course she needed continue.

The next one followed suit and starting by undoing another button and then kissed his way down her body to where he found the next one. Now with three buttons undone, she was left with a generous cleavage and as she felt his mouth reach the spot between her tits, she tensed up and clasped on to leather of the armrests. The innocence of this game was certainly gone now.

She made a small pause before picking each new name -- not because she was uncertain that she wanted to go on, but because it gave her time to comprehend what was happening. She was savoring the feeling of her gradual exposure, drawing mental images of them watching her. When her next suitor undid her fourth button, he also pulled apart the hems of her blouse to expose her further. She felt the open air on her chest, and she knew her tits were now only covered by her bra. She thought about what she had picked out for the day and remembered that it was one of her favorites -- a white satin one with black lace details. It wasn't very low-cut, but with her size she knew that a considerable amount of her tits were now revealed. 

The man proceeded to plant a kiss around where the button he had undone was and then kissed his way up between her tits and then continued up on the soft globes he had exposed. He was kissing her tits... Had one of her employees asked her an hour ago if he could do this, she would probably have been upset and released tongue lashing of a life time. Now, it felt like the natural thing to do to her. And they weren't asking her permission. God, how she loved that they weren't asking for her permission...

The fifth man she picked from the jar couldn't resist the temptation of her generous chest either and began by gently kissing her, starting on her right tit and then trailing his way over to her left. Her entire awareness was focused on the lips against her body, and the sensation of the touch was amplified by the little sound that each kiss produced. It felt so naughty to just sit there and have some unknown guy kiss her chest that she was somewhat disappointed when he started kissing his way downwards. As he reached his designated button, he undid it and continued further down until he found her belly button. She inhaled rapidly as she felt him circle his tongue around it and then dip it inside. It was sending signals down below to where his tongue would have been even more welcome at this moment. 

As he backed away, she picked the last name from the jar and he began his turn by undoing her last button of her blouse front. Rather than placing kisses on her torso as she had expected, he then unbuttoned the ones at her wrists. She guessed what he was after and leaned forward to let him help her out of her blouse. As she leaned back she thought that she must be quite a sight for the guys. The one who had stripped her proceeded to kiss her, starting with her mouth and then turned his mouth to her chest and stomach. He paid extra attention to the area just above the hem of her skirt, making her feel like she wanted it removed to allow access to even more parts of her body.

As he backed away she was once more left with no more names in the jar, but she certainly wanted more. She could feel her chest moving with her heavy breath. Her aroused state was due to a mixture of the physical attention she had received, the feeling of sitting there in an increasingly exposed state and the anticipation of where this was going. She had never thought she would be in a situation like this and couldn't quite explain why she was so willing to participate in this game. The surreal feeling of not being able to see was probably helping, and perhaps the fact that she hadn't had time to live out any sexual desires lately added to it. But at this stage she didn't feel a need to justify anything -- she just wanted to enjoy this experience fully. 

But where did she want it to go? There was no doubt in her mind that the blouse wouldn't be the only item removed if she gave them the chance, and the thought that she would passively let them strip her made her juices flow. To signal that she wanted to continue, she started to feel around her lap and filled the jar again with the paper pieces she could find. Some had fallen to the ground and she could hear the guys being quick on their feet to help her pick them up, apparently as eager as her to let her continue her role as both the price and the hostess of this lottery show.

Picking the names was her only active contribution to this game. Such were the rules as they had developed and she wasn't going to tamper with them. She decided to use this one action to give in further to her desires. Reaching in to the jar, she fetched two names rather than one. 

There were some chuckling, and then she heard some whispering. She sensed two of them approaching and they gently grabbed her arms, signaling for her to stand up. Her aroused state made her legs feel week and she was thankful that they helped her to her feet. 

One of them got in front of her and soon she felt his mouth on hers as he started making out with her, using his hands to caress her naked waist. She moaned into his mouth as she felt the other one behind her kissing her neck. He then kissed his way down her spine until he reached her skirt. The sound of her zipper made her tremble. Then, the two winners knelt down on either side of her and started to lower her skirt. They did it slowly, giving her her a chance to stop them but according to the rules she had made up in her head, she wasn't allowed to protest. Soon she felt the skirt fall to the floor. The guys greedily ran their hands over her legs and she gasped as they went far up on the inside of her thighs.

After helping her step out of her skirt, they backed away, and she guessed that they were eager to take in the whole sight of what they had revealed. Here she was, their respected boss, standing there in her underwear in a room with her all male staff. The panties matched the bra, and she thought that the fact that she was still wearing her thigh highs and high heels would make her look quite sultry. She felt sexy as she stood there for them to take in. She still had her precious jar of names under her left arm and felt her hand tremble as she reached inside and again picked two names, holding up one after the other. She wanted to be exposed even further, and she was sure she was about to be.

Again, she heard some whispering as the two winners were deciding on what to do with her. They approached, one on her left side and the other on her right, and she could feel their hands starting to roam over the exposed skin at both her front and back. She could hear their heavy breathing, letting her know that she wasn't the only one to get aroused by this game. One hand eventually found the clasp of her bra and she gasped as she realized what was about to happen. He undid it expertly with one hand, and at the same time, each of them reached up and grabbed the cups. This kept her bra from falling off, keeping her in a suspended state of anticipation of her inevitable exposure. As each of them proceeded to lower her bra straps, they kissed her shoulders and continued up to her neck and cheeks. She felt them feeling her up through the bra, and it was hard to grasp that two of her staff members were fondling her tits! Then they started to slowly lower her bra off her chest, and she did nothing to stop them. 

Her tits were now exposed. Many times had she notices her staff peeking at them around the office, and now they could see them in all their glory, her light brown nipples and areolas contrasting against the olive skin of her ample globes. It felt good to treat them all to this sight and she proudly pushed her chest out to invite them all to gaze at her, well aware that her tits were every bit as pleasing as the guys had imagined them. This was irresistible for the two next to her and she felt them reaching up and caress her. As if to thank them, she turned and pouted her lips to invite each of them for a kiss, first the one on her right and then the one on her left. It was a decadent feeling to make out with two guys while they were fondling her naked tits, and knowing that they were doing it in front of audience made her enjoy it even more.

She wanted them to carry on, but the way this game was being played she wasn't allowed to ask. All she could do was to pick new names when they left her, standing there helpless and exposed. As she felt the next two come close, she both feared and hoped that they would strip her of her panties. 

These two started by circling around her, like predators moving in on their prey, letting their hands move over her body. At first, they were exploring freely over her exposed skin, paying particular attention to her tits. Then, she felt them starting to run their hands just above her panties and slight moan escaped her lips as she felt their fingers wander inside the hem. Still with their fingers inside her panties, they dropped to their knees on her sides. 

She felt her panties being pulled down. They lowered them slowly, as if revealing an art piece to a delighted audience and she gasped as she felt the open air on her moist pussy. As exciting as it was to have her most private parts revealed, it was also very embarrassing. While she couldn't see them, she knew they were now able to see all of her and at this point she was particularly thankful that she couldn't look them in the eyes.

The excitement was having a strong physical effect on her, and it was getting hard to stand straight. This wasn't lost on her suitors, and the two who had stripped her of her panties helped her to sit down. She was now sitting naked and excited in front of them and to give them a good view, she parted her legs. She never shaved completely, but kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed, allowing them to see every detail of her. She could tell she was wet, and she actually wanted them to see that too.

Seeing that she wanted more, the guys gathered the papers and filled the jar for her. She knew very well that if she picked another name, things were going to move beyond just exposing her. There was a small part of her that though she should end it there, but the side that wanted more was much stronger inside her now. She thought that the guys had played her so well, gradually raising the bar to a point where she now craved more than just being naked for them -- she had taught them teamwork, and they had used it against her in the best imaginable way. 




Valentina's Valentines



But where did she want things to go? Different scenarios where running through her head, each of them exciting her even more. She quickly realized that it shouldn't be up to her decide where this would end. It was her newfound fascination for the lack of control that had brought her to this erotic high, and she wanted it to take her further. Picking names from the jar had been her only power. Reaching inside it, she grabbed all the papers and after putting down the jar, she held them out it her cupped hands as if pleading with them to take this one power away from her. She wanted them to know that she was theirs to share. 

She heard them encircle her and as she felt their hands on her body, the paper pieces fell from her hands. She couldn't count the number of hands caressing her body, running up her legs, her arms her stomach and tits. Someone leaned in to kiss her and at the same time she felt lips on each of her tits, kissing and licking their way to her erect nipples. She moaned out loud at the sensation of them simultaneously sucking on them. One of them kissed his way up her chest to her neck while the other one headed downwards along her stomach and waist to her legs. Her tits weren't left unattended for long though, and another pair of lips were soon there to replace them.

She was pleased with the cooperative spirit she had induced in them -- it was paying off for her now. Another man was kissing his way up the inside of her thigh and she flipped her head backwards with pleasure as his tongue continued up and found her yearning pussy. He let his tongue run along her wet slit, and the sound of him tasting her juices was mixing with the audible suckling of the mouths at her nipples.

"Si, si!" she cried as she felt the tongue reach her clit, unable to stick to English at this level of arousal. 

She was disappointed when she felt him move away, but she soon felt another tongue on her pussy, swirling around her clit. They were sharing her delicious body and she loved it. She felt like she was at the same time their worshiped goddess and their enslaved servant, theirs to enjoy in any way they desired. Between this sultry notion and the physical attention of mouths and hands all over her body, it wasn't long before she felt an orgasm building up in her body.

"That's it, please keep licking me!" she begged. 

The man currently at her pussy was flicking his tongue around her clit, driving her over the edge.

"I'm coming!" she screamed. "Oh God, I'm coming."

The rest of her screams were muffled by one of the guys kissing her. Her body started shaking, and arching her back, she pushed up against the mouths at her tits. The sensation was overwhelming and she felt she had to steady herself by holding on to the attending men at her sides to avoid falling out of her chair.

As she eventually regained some control over her body, she kept her hands on the men around her. Absentminded after her powerful orgasm, she let her hands explore. The guys at her tits had left her sensitive nipples and stood up, and she let her hands wander along their legs up to their bums. Feeling a bit greedy, she squeezed them, wondering who she was touching. With all of them in business suits, it was hard to tell. Maybe one of them was Eric and the other one Liam... She couldn't really tell.

The trail of thoughts of her guessing game was broken as the one on her left gently grabbed her hand and guided it to his crotch. He was rock hard. She moved her right hand to find an equally hard cock on her other side.

Now eager to touch them all, she sat up straight in the chair and started feeling around. She was surrounded by the men who had just brought her to the climax of her life, and she was pleased to find that the experience had made them all hard for her. She was hoping they would let her repay them and decided to free one from the confines of his pants. With surprisingly steady fingers, she unzipped the pants and was soon rewarded with the feeling of a big hard cock in her hand. Without her eyes she had to rely on her hands to explore its shaft and head. As she started stroking it, she heard the sound of more zippers being undone. She let her hands roam, moving from one cock to the next, barely believing that she was actually doing this.

Before long she wasn't satisfied with just using her hands and as she invitingly opened her mouth, it was soon filled. She heard the man grunt slightly as she proceeded to move her lips up and down his cock. It had been a long time since she had taken a man in her mouth, but the taste felt very familiar still. As if wanting to sample more of it, she soon moved to the next one, and then the next, moaning as she went along. Feeling insatiable, she used her hands and mouth to please the men around her.

It was difficult to fit the ones behind her in her mouth, and not wanting to leave anyone out, she turned in her chair and knelt in the seat to get a better angle. As she engulfed the cock now in front of her, she felt hands caressing her round ass, now pointing up in the air. She soon felt fingers rubbing her pussy too, and she knew what was about to happen. She was open and willing for them, theirs to use if they wanted. 

She could hear how the men around her were stripping down, and soon felt a man positioning himself behind her. She knew she couldn't see, but she still turned her head as if wanting to give her full attention to her inevitable penetration. The man ran his cock along her slit before slowly pushing inside her. She was now being fucked, and she didn't even know who was doing it! She started to moan uncontrollably. 

Turning back, she found a cock by her face. She couldn't tell if it was the same that had been there before or a new one, but in her state she didn't really care and just let it slip inside her mouth. As the man behind her picked up the pace, she could hear his hips smacking against her ass, and it was blending with the sloppy sound of the cock fucking her mouth -- by any definition, she was being gangbanged now! She could feel her tits swaying beneath her as she rocked back and forth between the cock in her pussy and the one in her mouth. 

Adhering to the sharing spirit, the guys traded places, giving new ones the pleasure to use her wet pussy and mouth. She had often fantasized about having two or three lovers, but this was beyond her wildest imagination. Six guys at once... how deliciously effective! 

The guys kept switching, constantly filling her pussy and mouth, and she felt the hands of others caressing her body, reaching down to fondle her heaving tits. She guessed that there wasn't room around her for them all and that some were probably standing back to take in the sight as they awaited their turn. The idea excited her and she started picturing them. Would they be stroking themselves as they watched her? And what did she look like through their eyes? By not removing her thigh highs and high heels, they had left her with some traces of her work uniform, making it apparent that it was their boss they were fucking. And she was herself getting a huge kick from the fact that it wasn't just some strangers fucking her -- it was her favorite employees that got to see her live out her most carnal desires. She wanted them to use her tonight, feeling that it was a well-earned reward for them as well as for her.

Her trail of thoughts pushed her over the edge again, and she felt another orgasm overtake her body.

"Yes, yes! Thank you! Fuck me! Scopami la ficaaa...!"

She was shouting out a mixture of English and Italian profanities that soon turned unrecognizable in any language. Her body started shaking and she screamed out with pleasure until she collapsed in her chair.

The guys barely gave her time to catch her breath before they continued. They turned her around and now nearly lying on her back in the chair, she felt another man enter her. She felt that in that moment her sole purpose was to be used for sexual pleasure. As if constantly insatiable, she reached out and her hands found a pulsating cock on each side. She got such a rush from knowing that they were all intended for her and invited them to her warm mouth. 

Such did the night continue, with her employees taking her in every position imaginable. The thought that she was matching the sexual appetite of these six younger men gave her a sense of wanton pride. She wanted to feel like her body was as a treat for their indulgence, but the pleasure was mind-blowing for her and she couldn't tell how many times she climaxed. She was on a continuous erotic high.

Still, all good things must end.

"I don't think I can take any more of that," she said in the aftershocks of yet another orgasm.

But how do you end such a perfectly brazen experience? The guys had made her come over and over again, but they hadn't had a single orgasm themselves - it was their turn now. And in agreement with the code of the evening, she wanted no say in how they did it. Still, as an inviting suggestion, she sat up straight in her chair and held up her tits. She had never been the one to shy away from cum, and hoped they would see them as a suitable target.

She heard the sound of the guys stroking themselves, and she sensed them closing in on her. Her anticipating body was an altar, ready for their offering. 

And then she heard one of them grunt and felt the first blast hit her chest. It set off an avalanche with streams of cum splashing her from every direction. After hours of foreplay and fucking, the flow seemed endless. Her tantalizing tits seemed to be their primary target, but quite a few burst landed on her neck and face too. She kept her hungry mouth open, and more than a few shots got inside. She could taste their cum mixing in her mouth and she moved her tongue around to maximize the sultry sensation. The grunts of the men, the feeling of cum hitting her body and face, and the scent of pure lust made her feel like she was in her own X-rated dreamland.

As the flow eventually subsided, she knew that she was completely soaked. Her cherished gangbang had come to an end, and while she was reluctant to exit the surreal reality she was in, she knew she had to remove the blindfold. She couldn't stay in this passive state forever, and removing the scarf from her eyes had to be her first proactive effort.

After being blindfolded so long, it was hard to focus. She looked around the room with peering eyes, and as she adapted to the light, she could see her staff looking back at her, clearly expecting her to speak. Their attention was not very different from how they would wait to hear what she had to say at their morning meetings, but that's about the only thing that was familiar with the situation.

For the first time she could see the naked bodies of the guys who had given her the most erotic experience of her life. She let her eyes wander around them, trying to take in that all of them had just been inside her. Their cocks, glistening with her juices, bore evidence of this. The evening had gone further than anyone had imagined.

She looked down on her own naked body and tits and saw that her tits were completely covered with cum. She could also feel it on her face around her mouth. She had never in her wildest dreams thought that she would be on the receiving end of such a shower and now it was hard to grasp that she was sitting there, naked in front of her employees, covered in their cum.

And yet there wasn't a single trace of embarrassment inside her. If anything, she felt proud that she had let herself enjoy this experience, and felt that there was no other group of men she rather had done it with. She wiggled her tits a bit to give them a show.

"Well..." she started. "We sure managed to enjoy ourselves, didn't we?"

The guys laughed, relieved that she wasn't showing any signs of regret.

"I'm going to miss you guys even more now," she continued and contemplated her own words for a moment. "Then again, I'm sure I can find some excuse to come back and visit next year. I think we have just invented some really exciting Valentine's traditions."

The end.

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Valentine



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Good morning baby and Happy Valentines Day. Another year slips by and I still love waking up next to you. In fact, I learn to love you more and more as time goes by which is something I have never experienced before. Never in my life have I fallen deeper and deeper in love with someone, but I guess you already know that considering the rings on our left hands. How do you think we got so lucky? How on Earth did we learn to love one another as openly as we do? I am fascinated by your love and openness. I am constantly surprised by your ability to support my ideas and I'm doing my utmost to return the favour. You deserve my every attention and too often  I forget that. I owe you so many great ideas, I owe you so many more clean dishes, I owe you my time, my love and my undivided lust... but first of all, I owe you some breakfast so lay back and enjoy this little piece of audio romance I recorded especially for you, my sweetest and most precious love.

Valentines Day

A day too often filled with thoughtless cards
Flowers that die
And love that never lasts.

Too often she says "I love you"
Too often he says "Let's fuck"
Not often enough does he tell you how you make him feel.

You make me feel like the fucking King
The King of your world
The King of your body
The focus of your lust

By the way you move your body
By the sweet murmurs and noises you whimper
By the way I make you come
I know that I am the one that helps steer your ship

Our life together is unrivaled 
Our life together is epic
Everything you offer to me is pure and clean
While everything I offer I hope is unexpected

For that is what I wish to give to you
An element of surprise
An experience unimaginable
A reality completely fabricated
Leave nothing up to luck

For luck does not exist my love
As quite often we discuss
And that is one thing I am grateful of
Our tendency to contemplate the world that we create
Our tendency to contemplate the difference between
Destiny and Fate

How awesome it is for me to know
That I can always be myself
Constantly naked in the house
Considering what next avenue to take

The awareness we behold must surely be our secret
Always ready to converse
Always willing to grow 
Only ever closing the door
On issues that have found a happy home
With a definite conclusion

I am yours
You are mine
I give you unwavering ownership
I will listen to your every command
I cannot promise perfection
But I assure you that I can make you feel loved

I swear I love you like no other
This generic holiday aside
This promise lasts forever
Or at least until we die


Hmmmm.... that was sweet I'm sure, but let's face it, romantic little poems have nothing on what I have in store for you today. I have big plans and they all involve you and me in uncompromising positions. But before we go anywhere you must eat your breakfast, and I'm still cooking, so while I continue to do my thing in the kitchen, I have an idea for what you should do here in the bedroom.

Take your panties off quickly and start rubbing your vagina, I have a quick little audio delight for you to get off to and I want to hear you come so I know it's safe for me to return. I wouldn't want to walk in on you just as you were about to come, I want to give you your own time and your own space to enjoy yourself, as a little present from me to you. Now, here we go...

My beautiful girl
You sexy thing
Your perfect vagina
Your sensitive breasts
Your cute smiling face
Your pink wet lips 
Kissing you 
Running my fingers through your hair
Sometimes when I masturbate
I hold your panties over my face
Consuming your scent
Dreaming about your pussy
Smothering my face
Your nipples are excited
Your clit is swollen and wet
Breath deeply for me baby
Squeeze your pussy tight
You have the cutest fucking face
The sweetest, loving eyes
Your tongue smooth and hot
Our mouths consume one another
I love our sixty-nine
Somehow we have perfected coming together
Our timing is impeccable
Is it too soon for me to come just yet
I'm longing to fill your mouth
Licking at your pussy
Tasting nothing but your hole
Come for me darling
Come for me sweetheart
Come for me baby
Come for me lover
Sweetness, Baby Girl, Beautiful Woman,
Come for me as I come for you... ah.


Relax, lay back and catch your breath. I love you baby. Breakfast is on the way so be sure to eat well, you're going to need all the energy you can get to keep up with me today... kisses lover.



Valentine



-Chapter 1-

{Introductions}

New York City

"Damn baby, you keep fuckin' with me like this, and you might just see a grown ass man cry." 

She slowly licked the underside of my shaft, kissed me at the very tip of my manhood and put just enough tongue on it to make me shiver. "So, you'd cry for me, Antoine? I didn't think men like you cried for much." 

She was right. Even though I'd only spent three days with this woman, I couldn't stop myself from acting like a goddamn fool whenever she was around me. What the fuck is wrong with you, man? Show her why they call you the Rock Hound. 

I'd come too far and I wasn't about to become a bitch now, not when I was so close. I was Antoine "Rock Hound" Davis and it was time that she knew this too. "Perhaps cry is a strong word. See, you got me wearing this damn blindfold and I'm not really feeling it right now because I can't see shit. But I do know that if my dick is anywhere near your mouth, you can't take what I say seriously." 

She wrapped her hands around my dick like it was a microphone and softly whispered into it. "You mean like this?" 

I cringed but there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it, she had me trapped. "Stop doing that shit! If you're just going to tease me, then you got to go." 

"What are you willing to do for me?" she asked, before licking the tip a second time. 

"What the hell do you mean what else am I willing to do?" I pulled against my arm and leg restraints but I was securely tied to both ends of the bed. "You think I would let some other chick do this shit?" 

She laughed and I loved it when she did. "I think I've made you wait long enough. It's time for daddy to cum." 

She made her way up to me and softly slid her clit across the tip of my nose before asking, "Can you smell it, baby?" 

"I can smell it." 

"Does it smell good to you?" 

I loved the way both she and her pussy smelled. I didn't care if other men had been here before me; all that mattered was that she was with me now. "I wanna taste it. Can I taste it, ma?" 

"I want you to taste it, daddy." 

I could feel her heat next to my face, calling me. I wanted nothing more than to grab her and press her against my face, but with the handcuffs still restraining me, it was a losing battle. I cursed her several times for doing this to me, but as soon as she pressed her clit against my lips, I ate like a hungry man. 

She softly rocked her hips across my face and my tongue followed her every motion. Several times I pushed my tongue inside of her, but as I felt her clit growing against my tongue, I began to suck on it. 

"Don't do that," she whispered, but as she clamped her legs against the side of my head, I knew I was near. 

I continued to suck on her until she yelled out my name and spilled in my mouth. 

When her body finished trembling, she stood up and stepped off my bed. "I know you not gone leave me hangin' like this, right?" I heard her moving around, but when she didn't answer, I tugged at the restraints again. 

"Right?" I was getting pissed off. 

"Don't get so mad, baby. I just had to get something." She straddled my erection and I became a little more agitated when she slid the condom on. 

"What the fuck is this?" 

"You know what? I don't have time for this shit. I'm gone." She stepped off the bed and I could hear her heading towards the door. 

Still chained to the bed, I wasn't about to let her leave and let anyone catch me like this. "Whoa, you need to just chill the fuck out. I just thought that since this was the third date and all-- that we could get past this." 

"You know I can't do that." Even though I couldn't see her, she sounded almost upset. 

"I said if anything like that ever happened that I'd take care of you, didn't I? Hell, I told you I'd take care of you after the first night, so why is you trippin'? I got you, ma. Whatever you want, I got you. Don't take that lightly." 

I could hear her walking back towards the bed where my erection was still waiting for her. "The condom stays on." 

"Alright, but after this is all done, I really wanna talk to you." 

But before I had a chance to say anything else, she grabbed hold of me and slid me inside of her. I gasped, trying to prepare myself for how good she felt, but she'd moved too quickly for me to prepare. As she rode me, her body grinding against me, her warmth permeating the condom, I tried desperately to stave off my orgasm-- but I couldn't. We were only thirty seconds in and I could feel my body giving way. I hated how she did this to me, but I loved the way she did it. 

I didn't know whether she saw my toes curling or because I allowed and extra 'fuck' to escape my mouth, but she quickly switched from grinding to riding. With our flesh slapping against one another's, I felt more like I was in Madison Square Gardens receiving applause than in my bedroom getting my brains screwed out. 

"Talk to me, ma. Tell me you love this dick." 

She dug her nails into my chest before reaching up and grabbing my neck. With one hand on my chest and the other firmly grasped on the front of my neck, she began to squeeze. 

"What--the--fuck--are you --doing?" I asked, barely able to get it out because of how hard she began to squeeze. 

"I'm almost there, baby. You got me there." 

With her so close I didn't want to say anything, but even in complete darkness, I was beginning to black out. "Get it--ma. Please fuckin' get it," I yelped, hoping that she got hers before I passed out. 

"I love your dick, daddy. I love it. You love this pussy, right?" she whispered. Her smoky voice was exactly what I needed to push me over the edge. 

"Fuck you," I whined with her hand still tightly grasped around my neck. "Fuck you!" 

"I'm coming baby," she said, and that was all it took. 

We both came, but that didn't stop me from cursing this woman and what she'd done to me. As soon as I began to relax, she pulled me out of her, removed the condom and sucked up any remaining seed. As several shockwaves ripped through my body, a single tear began to form in my eye and I thanked God that I still had on a blindfold. 

When she finished, she left me in the room. My neck hurt like hell and wanted to choke the hell out of her ass, but I just simply yelled, "Yo' ass better be coming back!" With her gone, I was forced to listen to the sounds of my own breathing and inhale the wonderful scent that she'd left on my nose and tongue. 

That woman was so fucking perfect that it hurt not to be around her. I'd just met her three days ago, through Angelica's Service and already I was ready to give up all this shit for her. Hell, I had been afraid she was white for the first couple of days, but she had always sworn she wasn't. Still, she was light as hell and those hazel eyes were so clear that I felt like I could see her soul. Because she was built like a sister, I really didn't give a damn. Truthfully, she was everything that I'd ever wanted in a wife: smart, sexy, well toned, and the pussy was so damn good that she could keep my wallet. 

This wasn't the first time I used Angelica's Escorting Service, but she had certainly went out of her way this time. Shit, for the thousand an hour I was paying, the service should've always been this good. 

There were two problems I had though. The first was that she didn't know what I did, almost no one did and if she found out, how long would she stick around? I mean, I made good money, but traffickers always did. 

From drugs to stolen cars, I could have anything shipped anywhere in the world, but for the last few months, I'd been trafficking kids. Goddamn kids from other countries were being shipped in to me and suddenly, I found myself up to my ass in Slovaks and Eastern Europeans. It made me sick to my stomach, but I just needed this last deal and I'd be set for life. 

That brought me to my second problem, my wife. She didn't know what I did, but I suspect that she didn't care. We weren't together out of love, at least not anymore, we were together because we had to be. She was some marriage guru and when we were married, I was legit. Now that I'm not as legal as I used to be, divorce would be very bad for her business, which she seems to do really well from. 

Shit, if it wasn't for her terrible business sense, I wouldn't have had to hustle. But that was the past and this woman that just screwed my brains out was certainly my future. 

"I'm back." 

The sound of her sexy southern drawl brought me out of my daydream and back to the present. "What took you so long and when can I get these damn chains off? My shit is starting to hurt." 

"I still have a surprise for you." 

"And what kind of surprise is it? You came, I came-- you wouldn't happen to have a friend with you? Because I think I can squeeze out one more if you brought a friend." 

"I had to make a call and it doesn't seem as if my friend will be coming." 

"That sounds fucked up, but I still need to be untied. This shit is really starting to hurt my rotator's cuff." 

"You never answered my question." she asked as she stroked my flaccid dick and ran something extremely cold down the center of my chest. 

She brought ice. This bitch is freaky! I think I'm in love! 

"And what question is that?" 

"What are you willing to do for me?" 

I pulled on my restraints, hoping that she would let me go. This was getting tiresome. "I answered that already, but if you want to know more, then fine. Look, I'm really digging you, Val." 

"I'm digging you too, Antoine, but would you die for me?" 

"Die for you? Hell naw! I mean I don't even know the real you. What's your real name? I know it can't be Valentine, right? That's just your trickin' name, right? I mean who the fuck names their kid after a holiday?" When she didn't answer, I continued. "I mean I see a future for us. I know you don't wanna be an escort for the rest of your life and I wanna be able to take care of you. That's real shit." 

Suddenly there was silence and she stopped stroking me. "That's so sad to hear." 

"What do you mean? Why is it sad to hear?" And that's when I smelled something strange. 

"You smell something funny? Do you smell smoke?" 

"You know something, I do. See, I had this gun in my hand and I was just going to shoot you, but I can't do that anymore. My benefactor wants you to suffer just a little bit more." 

"What the fuck did you do?" I yelled, struggling to break free of the bonds she'd placed me in, but they wouldn't let go. "Val, let me go. This shit ain't funny." 

"To answer your question, yes, my name is Valentine and the sad thing is that this is goodbye Antoine. I'll always remember-- your tongue." 

She gently placed tape over my mouth as I flailed around on my bed, trying to break free. 

"It's time for me to go, but I just wanted you to know that your house is on fire. Maybe we can hook up next lifetime, but in this one, you shouldn't have crossed someone you know. Didn't you know selling kids was a no-no?" I heard her heels against the bedroom's wooden floor as she walked away from me when suddenly she stopped. "Just so you know, you weren't that great of a fuck, Rock Hound. Maybe next time around, you'll get a bigger dick. And uh, your last ride was compliments of Mrs. Davis."

Fuck you! 

I wanted to scream out, but the tape was pressed so hard against my face that all she could hear was me murmuring. For several minutes, I tried to push my tongue against the tape and scream for help, but it was too strong. I wriggled around on my bed for what seemed like an eternity, but no matter how hard I fought, I knew this was about to be my tomb. 

For the next few minutes, I panicked. I screamed, I wrestled, I cried, I cursed and fought against the handcuffs she'd put on my hands and feet and felt the steel cut into my skin. Even though I couldn't see the fire, I could smell the charred remains of my house and I could feel the heat from the flames moving closer to me. I fiercely yanked at my restraints one last time and I could hear the headboard cracking, but I was already too weak, gasping for my last breaths. I had inhaled too much smoke and the world was slowly darkening around me. 

I am going to die. 

As I felt the unbearable heat from the fire surround me, the last thought going through my mind was of me choking the life out of both my wife-- and that fucking Valentine.



Valentine



She lay naked in the candle-lit chamber. Her hands and feet tied, lying spread-eagle on her back, to the bed. Her lover had been teasing her excited body with a feather when she heard the knock on the door. When he rose and left the room without a word, fear welled up inside her, as did the pleasure. Her sexus started drooling more profusely, as the sensations intensified and she started to cum. There was a muffled discussion in the background, heard through the haze of her orgasm.

When he reentered he was not alone. The woman who was with him was beautiful, dressed in a woolen sweater, hiding a pair of perky tits, and a short skirt. The skirt was so tight that the faint lines of her lingerie could be seen under its fabric. He had told his now bound lover that one day this would happen, that he knew she would enjoy it, and suddenly she became afraid.

"I'm not like that! I like men, women do not excite me!" She had protested, before forcing the subject closed.

Fear again fed her excitement and she began to squirm. She knew she could stop this with a word, but could find no voice. The speechless captive couldn't help becoming excited again, as the beautiful stranger walked slowly, up to and around the bed in silence. Languidly removing one article of clothing at a time as she walked, exposing the enticing breasts, and supple skin of her attractive figure, while surveying her prisoner. When the beautiful woman, dressed only in a garter belt and lace topped stockings by this time, approached her captive's left shoulder again, she gently grabbed her by the jaw, and commanded, "Stop."

So sincerely, so sternly was it stated, that the slave's fear intensified, with the numb realization that she could not obey the order. The captive woman's cunt, oozing sex, in excited anticipation of the foreshadowed punishment. When the fidgeting woman wouldn't comply, the beautiful stranger released her, and walked to the mirrored dresser, on which several instruments of punishment were arranged.

The bound lover had not been able to take her eyes off their new playmate. She had been mesmerized by the sensuous newcomer's confidence, while analyzing the plexus. The solemn intruders luscious patch of silken pubic hair, framed in the lingerie, and erect nipples, commanding her attention. As the beautiful mistress repositioned herself beside the bed, her prisoner's apprehensive curiosity had become fervent desire.

When the domina had turned, revealing her pert ass to the captivated prisoner, and walked away, the bound female noticed the outline of her master in the corner of her eye. All that was visible of his seated figure was a slight silhouette in the shadows, as their beautiful playmate walked between them. She would have to have looked away from her intriguing antagonist to clearly define him, but found that she could not take her eyes off her. At the thought of him, leaving her, to the devices of the beautiful mistress, she began to sob. She knew he could see the wetness seeping from her agitated cunt, could see that she was excited by this, and felt somewhat ashamed, having forgotten him, amidst her excitement.

After the stranger had selected the implement of torture most pleasing to her, she returned to the bed. She began roughly caressing, the squirming, and sobbing captive, with a riding crop, who then went into ecstatic convulsions, at the touch of the leather on her torso. When the bound chattel was again ordered to stop, but wouldn't comply with the instructions, the domina struck. The crop snapped smartly just under the slave's right areola, leaving a bright red line where it had slapped the skin. The beautiful captive fought harder and pulled on the ropes, the riding crop striking her bobbing breasts repeatedly. Randomly, between strokes the torturess commanded her incessantly twisting subject to stop, and with every stroke for her insubordination, a terrified squeal or the occasional, excited, 'NO!' or 'DON'T!' escaping the writhing prisoner's tormented lips. The word to cease, which the inventive couple had agreed to when they first became comfortable as lovers, would not come. Despite her frantic efforts, her ecstatic mind could not connect it to her mouth. The more the bound pawn squirmed and squeaked, the more rapid came the blows, her juices gushing, as the fear and pain escalated her pleasure once again to the point of no return.

She was laid out on her stomach, when she awoke, to the mysterious captor affectionately massaging her back. The mistress had been whipping her vigorously on the abdomen and inner thighs as she had passed into nirvana. Now that she was being consoled, every stroke of the beautiful woman's fingers sent pleasant sensations through her. The restraints had been readjusted, with her hands tied together at one end of the bed, and her feet tied together at the other. The sting of the crop not forgotten, the trussed hostage began to coo. The beautiful domina was completely nude by this point and had crawled onto the bed. She was rubbing her captive's legs, slowly working up the twitching thighs, when she began to use her tongue. Occasionally she would reach up the beautiful body of her captive, gently fondling one nipple while savagely tweaking the other, the sensations sending the helpless vassal's mind towards limbo yet again.

Being forced by the bonds to lay prone, the wetness on her ass, and the sound of the chair creaking as her silent lover stood, excited the captive beauty more than anything ever, before. She could not see or hear him walking towards the bed, but felt his hands on her hips just as the woman's tongue slid into her rectum. Her pleasure escalating, she purred, and lifted her pelvis higher in the air, bringing her beautiful pussy into a more strategic position for them.

"Isn't this a most scrumptious cunt?" He asked, before burying his face in his bound lovers slit.

His co-conspirator smiled, and stuck her thumb into the quivering asshole slightly above his beautiful target.

They worked their captive over thoroughly, licking and touching, with the occasional nip of their teeth. She could feel their skin, as they rubbed her entire fettered body, their arms, the occasional breast, brushing over her, as well as their hands. Her man's elusive cock was just within sight, but out of reach of her salivating tongue. The sinewy muscles of her body, tense with the paralysis of indecision, ached for motion. Believing, if she stretched to suck his cock, the domina's compassionate pleasuring, might be replaced by more discipline, she remained still. He knew the teasing would excite his gasping lover, and eventually she began pleading.

"Oh please! Please, fill me up with that hard cock!! Please I need it inside me!!!"

He crawled around the bed, as the imploring commenced, and sat on their begging slaves bent knees. The bonded couples' intent new lover moved next to the raised hips while caressing her wriggling ass. With his love slave's cunt in the air, he could see her pleasure juices flowing down the welts on her groin, and he smiled. He began to fondle her perfectly situated pussy, rubbing up one lip, circling her puckering asshole, then down the other, on occasion working a digit inside the odiferous cunt. When her moans became guttural, he knew it was time. He took the beautiful stranger by the wrist and directed her hand from their captive's upturned ass down the hairless perineum to her hungry pussy. The next time they rounded their moaning slave's cooze; he slipped one each of their fingers inside the bound woman's cunt. When they did so, her ecstatic brain hardly registering the difference of size, as the two digits moved independently in, out, and all around her sex soaked pussy. On their next pass, her tormentors inserted two fingers each. The four digits danced with purpose, making her moans more bestial.

"Ahhh." He sighed, "Isn't she such a horny, lovely girl?" He asked the beautiful stranger as they played.

"Yes she is," was the reply "The smell of this is making me wet, too."

"As long as you don't lose focus, that's what we're supposed to do for her!" He hissed as he pulled his fingers out making sure she did not. "Every time you circle her pussy, do something different to her." He whispered as he lay down on his back.

"I am a woman, you know." She shot her retort.

Working his way under his inert lover's belly, ignoring the remark, he licked and kissed her well-kept patch of hair. Her swollen clit, and the other woman's digits sliding in and out of her soaking pussy were a more intoxicating sight than he had imagined. Lightly he began to tease the little nerve button, gradually working his full attention onto it.

Meanwhile the naked stranger was working a random pattern of inserting fingers into her bound captive's cunt. At the sporadic request for, "More, inside me!! Give me more!" by her charge, she eventually worked her thumb in as well. The slave writhed in ecstasy. Her passion so intense, she rocked her hips back against the extended hand of her tormentress, causing the prodding fingers to curl up, as they slid into her dripping pussy. Having never felt a twitching cunt surround her fist, the domina fell into a periodic state of awe.

He knew his woman's excitement, had seen it before, and could picture that far off look in her eyes. His cock was almost as hard as the day they first made love. She was a different person then, and the changes she had made to keep his attention were not easily attained. He loved her for them all the more he thought, feeling somewhat unworthy of her love, as he slid out from under her.

From the corner of the bed, he could see the look of ecstasy on his bound lover's face and the saliva dripping from her moaning lips. He had to feel them. As the recovered mistress' adept hands probed their slave's nether lust, he grabbed his bound lover by the hair, and spun her torso so that her breasts were facing him. He shoved his throbbing cock down her throat to the hilt, her vocal cords wrapping around the head of his pole, making her gasp for air between strokes, as his dick slid in and out of her mouth. Her nipples tingled at his manipulations, while fucking her face. The brilliance of the stars at night was nothing compared to the fireworks of sensations that filled her at this moment.

She had wanted his cock so badly, since they had arrived, but her lover had denied her of it, up to this point. Now her already overloaded consciousness, succumbed again as she climaxed with that thought amid the action. Her convulsing body, squirted cunt juice uncontrollably, soaking her beautiful tormentors' arm.

At the sight of his lovemate's climax, he knew he was over the edge. One… last… pump… and he exploded, shooting a huge load of spooge down her throat, draining him of his energies as well. He collapsed on the bed beside her limp body, one hand on her ass. Their new lover had never seen anything so powerful in her life. Her tension, which had built, while watching the pleasure fest she had been remotely part of, was amplified by the sight and the smell of fresh cum juice.

"Now it's my turn." She said to no one in particular.

After pulling her cunt soaked appendage free of the satiated slave's orifice, she rapidly untied her apparently spent captives' hands and rolled her onto her back. She then climbed on top of the submissive woman, forced her knees apart, and began sucking hungrily at the sopping hole beneath her, while grinding her crotch into her nexus' face. The captive woman slowly came back to life, squirming, licking, and moaning. The intensity of her slave's attentions, surprised the assailant, and caused her assault of the tongue to cease. The domina felt as if she were being devoured whole, as she flowed towards orgasm.

As the enthralled captive lay there, being forced to lick and suck the impassioned stranger's juices. She found herself wanting to taste the wetness, which startled her, but she did not stop. As the pungent aroma of cunt filled her nostrils, she became more aggressive. At her beautiful mistress' orgasm, the love slave could feel the cunt cum gushing into her eyes and down her face, as the exhausted servitor crumbled onto her. The warm sweaty skin against her chest felt good, and she began to gently caress her tormentress' back and buttocks.

His energy had been too depleted to respond. He just lay there grinning, while stroking his lover's neatly manicured mons, as she hungrily ravaged the dripping cunt above her, occasionally dipping a finger into her moist crevice. The scene had slowly encouraged his tumescence, after their new lover had finished, gotten off the bed, and began to dress. He slid on top of his half trussed lover, and inserted his semi-erect cock between her kneading thighs into her sopping pussy. She wanted to cum again, and he knew how to help her. He lay on top of her, slowly pivoting on her pelvis. Rubbing his prick around her clit, he could feel that it wouldn't be long before she was over the top again.

The beautiful stranger returned from the powder room after touching up her mascara.

"Wow, that was incredible!" She exclaimed. I would really love to stay, but I must be going. "Can we do it again some time?" She asked.

After receiving no reply during a short pause to enjoy the action on the bed, she said "I'll take that as a maybe"

She then let herself out, and hung the "DO NOT DISTURB" sign on the knob in the hall.

Once she was gone, the two lovers lay there licking the juices off one another, while slowly building to yet another state of orgasmic bliss. Before coming for the final time that session, she looked up at him and said, "Next time, we're tying her up. I want to suck you off, while your balls bounce just out of reach of her tongue. That should drive us all mad."

Then she closed her eyes, and let the fireworks begin.

She was untied at last, and they were basking in the after-glow, taking in the view of the city from their hi-rise hotel room, when he whispered in her ear.

"Happy Valentines baby doll, I hope this was the best present anyone ever gave you. I love you."



Valentine



The first package was innocent enough when it arrived. She was a little surprised to see a courier at her door when she answered the doorbell at the early hour of 9 am. Since her first class wasn't until eleven she had actually just woken up. The courier collected her signature and then handed over an oblong box. When she opened it she saw a miniature rose bush with a dozen yellow roses inside with a note. As she prepped the roses and checked them she opened the note. She was amazed to see it was handwritten.

"Alexis, I just wanted to make sure to let you know how much I have enjoyed your friendship and the 'chats' we have had over the last several months. I know cut flowers aren't your favorite gift, but no woman should be without roses on Valentine's Day. There are more surprises as well. Expect a package for every month we have known each other. I look forward to tonight. XOXO"

She smiled as she read the note and knew they had to have come from James. They had met a few months ago and had really hit it off immediately. Neither was looking for a truly committed relationship, but their friendship had grown to include some definite benefits. It turned out they had some amazing chemistry and willingness to explore that had led to some very great encounters. Their first encounter had happened after they had met at a Starbucks to just catch up and chat. The mild flirting that had been there in their texts and IMs had escalated and they had ended up getting a hotel room nearby because his place was on the other side of town and her roommates were home. After they were both spent he quipped that they should get together for chats more often and it had since become a code word for when one of them wanted to get together for some naked fun.

The unexpected gift definitely brightened her day and had her looking forward to their dinner date later that evening. She wondered briefly what other surprises James had in store, but had to hurry and get ready for class. Class was rather interesting for a change and by the time she headed for home she had forgotten the imminent arrival of more surprises. When she got back to her apartment she caught a glimpse of the flowers which caused her to smile and think ahead to how she could repay the gesture later that evening.

She fixed herself a light lunch and was just finishing when the doorbell rang and she was again greeted with the sight of a courier. She signed for the package and received another box from the courier. She watched him turn away and was caught by a weird feeling of déjà vu. Attributing it to the fact that he was from the same company that had delivered her flowers she shook it off and turned her attention to the oblong box she had just received.

She opened it to find a note on top of a beautiful black cocktail dress. She opened the note quickly and scanned it. She was greeted by the same handwriting as the note with the roses.

"I hope you don't mind. I took the liberty of picking out something for you to wear to dinner tonight. I am pretty sure I got the sizes right, but if it isn't quite correct on the back there is a seamstress who can alter it this afternoon on the back of this card. XOXO"

She pulled it out quickly to find that it was just her size and even more underneath rested a lovely pair of shoes that perfectly matched the dress. As she tried it on she found it to be nicely cut to hug her curves but not be too tight across her ample breasts. Alexis had a classic hourglass figure that could rightly be called voluptuous. She had a 36 DD chest with curves at the waist and hip. It was a nice look for her with just a hint of cleavage showing at the base of the top panel, straps on her shoulders that helped support her chest, but still showed her arms; and it lay nicely on her hips with the hem ending just at her knees. It hinted at what was underneath, but didn't put it all on display like most of the dresses young women her age were wearing. Sensual was the word that came to mind. She hung the dress up to allow the wrinkles to begin to release and went to get her homework done.

It was hard to concentrate on her homework thinking about how great she would look later that evening in that stunning dress. She caught herself glancing back at the dress more than once wanting to once again feel it hugging her curves just right. When she was halfway done she again heard the doorbell ring. Once more she saw the familiar brown uniform of the courier company and was handed another package. Again she felt a sense of familiarity, but before she could say anything he was already headed back down her sidewalk.

She went back to her desk and opened the package. Inside she found the expected note and one of the most gorgeous garter sets she had ever seen. It was a completely matched set of black silk thigh-high stockings with a single seam running along the back of the leg and lace trim, a blue silk garter with black lace, a blue thong and matching shelf bra with the same black lace trim as was on the stockings, garter, and thong. The blue was so dark it was navy and she know it would look fabulous against the very light tan she had just started getting in anticipation of Spring Break. She also knew how aroused she was going to get wearing that under her modest dress. The exposed nipples poking out over the top of the bra were sure to faintly visible under the dress and the sensual feel of the silk undergarments were sure to have her more than ready for the after-dinner plans. She opened the note to find just one simple line.

"I know how much you like garters and silk so I just had to get this for you to wear tonight. XOXO"

Getting back to her homework was more difficult than ever, but she forced herself to focus enough to get it finished. As she closed her book she glanced at the clock and saw she had a couple hours before James would be there to pick her up for dinner. She decided she would have time for a nice bath rather than the quick shower she originally had planned on taking. As she began filling the tub the doorbell rang again. Suddenly remembering the note from the flowers she did a quick count in her head. It was now February and she had met James in November so this should be her fourth and final surprise. Wondering how he could top the gifts she already had received she could hardly hold back her anticipation. She opened the door and was again greeted by the courier. She got a good look at him this time and just knew she had seen him earlier in the day.

"I'm sorry. It must just be that I have gotten so many deliveries today, but you guys are starting to look like the same guy."

The courier chuckled, "We get that a lot. The uniform makes us all look alike unless you are used to getting a lot of deliveries from us." He grinned broadly and tipped his hat before turning and heading back down the sidewalk.

Shaking her head in amusement she opened the small box on her way to the bathroom and almost dropped it in surprise. Inside the box were a wireless butterfly bullet vibe and a petite teardrop anal plug. The plug was only about an inch and a half in diameter at its widest and a couple of inches long. It was nicely flared at the base so would be secure once inserted but also would not really impede movement if worn while walking. She set it on her bed next to the garter and opened the note to see the now familiar handwriting.

"I thought I might add a little spice to dinner tonight. It would please me greatly if you would wear these along with everything else tonight. I will see you soon. XOXO"

The thought of wearing these with the lingerie under that dress sent a shiver of arousal through her core. To all external appearances she would be a relatively modest young woman out for a nice dinner, but underneath a sexually charged erotic temptress. She peered a little more closely and realized the remote control for the vibe wasn't in the box. She looked around quickly thinking she must have tipped it out by accident. As it became evident it wasn't anywhere around the bed she came to the realization that James must have it. The thought of wearing the bullet suddenly soared to new heights of quasi-exhibitionism. Now instead of it just being her secret of when she was stimulating herself she would be completely at the mercy of her date, not knowing when or where she would suddenly feel that delightful buzzing against her labia and clitoris. Another spike of arousal ran from her clitoris to the base of her spine.

As these delightful thoughts ran through her head she realized with a start she had left the water running in the bathtub and her soak may have to be cut a little short. She stripped quickly and couldn't help but notice the slight dampness in her underwear and her erect nipples.

"I guess I am more excited about tonight than I thought," she grinned to herself. As she lowered herself into the steaming water she let her thoughts wander as she relaxed from the soothing heat. She imagined all the wonderful things James could have in store for her after dinner. She knew it would be something wonderful from the previous sessions they had and the build-up he was creating with these gifts. The erotic show being run in her mind did nothing to lessen her arousal. As she washed and prepared to shave her legs she knew she would have to take matters into her own hands soon. She quickly lathered her legs and shaved them imagining the feel of the silk sliding up the baby-smooth skin. Next she gently lathered her pubic area and with short delicate strokes removed the hair from her vulva leaving only a small heart on her mons. As she gently pulled on her labia to smooth and stretch the skin little jolts of pleasure shot through her. As soon as she put the razor on its shelf and dipped back into the water she knew she couldn't hold back any longer.

She lay back in the water with her knees up and out to the side as she ran her hands down her body quickly reaching her thrumming sex. With one hand she pinched and tweaked her clitoris teasing back the hood to get full access to the nub underneath. Her other hand moved to her labia running fingers briskly up and down her slit stimulating the inner and outer lips at the same time. As she plunged two fingers into her vagina, thrusting them in and out, she began to run the fingers of her other hand across her clitoris creating a gentle rubbing sensation. She increased the pressure on her clit as she inserted a third finger into her vagina. Thrusting rapidly now, she could feel her orgasm approaching. Knowing she was getting close she moved from rubbing her clitoris to squeezing it between two fingers and pulling and kneading against the hood. This stimulation proved to be the last piece needed to bring her orgasm to fruition. As the first wave of sensation washed over her, her back arched as she thrust her hips forward against the hands that were still buried in her crotch. Pushing forward, her breasts and nipples rose out of the water and the cool air hitting her engorged areola pushed her orgasm ever higher. She felt her vagina pulse against her fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. They eventually subsided as she relaxed into the tub. Remaining there for a few moments of bliss she fully relaxed and let all the tension slip from her muscles.

Soon she realized she had to begin preparing for the evening. She got out, dried off and wrapped a towel around her hair to keep it up while she applied her make-up. She kept her make-up simple, going for the natural "is she wearing makeup" look with the addition of some eye shadow and liner that she knew would perfectly accentuate the lingerie. She did her hair and lightly applied her favorite perfume to the nape of her neck, a dab on each wrist and just a hint in her cleavage. 

She moved into the bedroom to finish getting ready. First she slid on the silk stockings fully enjoying the feel of the fabric as it slid up her perfectly smooth legs. Normally she would have put on the garter next but she needed to put the butterfly vibe on to make sure it stayed snug against her vulva. She slid the straps up her legs and arranged them comfortably around her hips. Once it was in place she pulled on the garter and carefully clipped each of the straps to the tops of the stockings. She decided to put on the bra next attaching the clasps behind her back and settling her breasts into the curves along the front. Shelf bras didn't offer much in the way of support, but damn it looked hot with that slight bit of fabric and lace just cupping the bottoms of her full breasts and accentuating the roundness as it rose past the sides to loop over her shoulders. She took a moment to admire the look in her full-length mirror. The dark lace and deep blue in contrast to the lightly tanned skin, the pencil thin lines of the stockings along the backs of her legs, and the beautiful little butterfly perched just below her garter nestled against her sex just made her feel so hot and sensual. She knew it was time for the final pieces before the dress.

She took the plug out of the box and looked at it contemplatively. It was petite, but she knew it would feel much bigger when she started inserting it. She went to her bedside nightstand and got out her bottle of lubricant. She applied some lube to the tip and watched as it gently dribbled down the sides in two small rivers. She took two fingers and ran them around the tip and sides of the bulb to ensure it was thoroughly coated. Deciding to make sure it was as comfortable as possible she dribbled a little more lubricant on her fingers, squatted down next to the bed and gently ran her fingers around the rosebud of her anus. She gently inserted the tip of one finger and spread the lube around the inside of the puckered opening. The feeling as always was a bit odd at first but as the sphincter relaxed to accommodate the invader she noticed that familiar slightly full feeling. She slowly worked her finger in a little deeper massaging the sphincter in a circular motion to relax and stretch it in preparation for the plug. She took the plug and remaining in a near kneeling position placed the tip at the entrance. She pushed slowly and evenly feeling the muscles tense slightly and then relax as she allowed them to become accustomed to this larger invader. As she neared the bottom of the teardrop resistance got a little stronger so she gently backed it out slightly and pushed again. She repeated this a few times as a slight shiver of pleasure moved through her loins. The sphincter relaxed a little more and she gasped slightly at the sudden change in sensation as the plug slid the rest of the way in and the sphincter contracted around the narrow neck at the base. There was no pain, just a nice sensation of being full. She stood up and took a tentative couple of steps. As she had suspected the base was small enough that it didn't impede her movements at all, but she knew that as she sat or rode in the car it would provide additional stimulation as she shifted or bounced. 

She slid the panties on over her stockings and garter, gently moving it into position over her new toys. It fitted perfectly over them and helped snug them into place ensuring they would not be moved out of position inadvertently. She slid the dress over her head and zipped it up snugging it to her curves. She ran her hands across her stomach and sides smoothing it into place. Finally, he slid into the new shoes; a nice pair of modest 4-inch heels that were just high enough to put a little shape into her calves but not so high to make walking difficult. She observed herself in the mirror once more turning to get the full view. Standing before her was a beautiful young woman in a gorgeous dress that hugged her curves and gave no hint of the treasures hidden beneath except perhaps for the two small bumps where her nipples even now pushed slightly against the fabric.

Just as she was finishing her once-over in the mirror there was a knock on the door. She moved to the door and was greeted by the sight of James in a suit. She smiled to see him dressed up as he was usually dressed casually for their other meets. For his part James was struck temporarily dumb at the vision before him. His eyes traced her face and hair then moved down to take in the dress and how it fitted perfectly accentuating her curves just right. Seeing his gaze locked onto her body she gave a gentle twirl so he could see the whole package. He smiled at the slight roundness of her butt and the way the dress hugged the curve to sweep back into her legs eventually trailing down to the hem and ending at her knees and the transition to the silk stockings. He admired the razor-straight line of the seam that split her calves in perfect symmetry and whistled softly as she completed her twirl.

"Damn girl, you are going to give this old man a heart attack!"

She laughed at this as it was a standing joke between them. James was old enough to be her father, but was still in his mid-forties. Nowhere near an old man and actually quite fit for having an office job without a lot of activity he was slightly taller than average with a ready smile and playful eyes. It was sometimes surprising to her how well a college-age girl could get along so well with a middle-aged man, but for them the friendship was nearly effortless. And the sex...wow, she couldn't think about that now or she would be in danger of getting aroused again.

"Oh don't be silly, you know you are much more likely to have a heart-attack from the after dinner activities. Now let's go eat, I'm famished," she laughed.

The ride to the restaurant was pretty uneventful except for the fact there were no events. She kept expecting a jolt of activity from the vibe the entire ride, but she was kept in quiet anticipation. Thinking James must be teasing her knowing how much she would be anticipating the vibrations she kept silent and waited for him to make the first move. They were headed to a nice Indian restaurant in town so the drive was not too long and gave them a chance to chat and catch up from the events of the weekend. They had reservations so were seated immediately when they arrived and had a chance to observe some of the other couples dining out for the romantic holiday. Opting for a more intimate dining experience they decided to order several different entrees and share them seated next to rather than across from each other. They opted for a Tandoori Platter and Paneer Tika for appetizers and a nice bottle of wine to share.

Once more she expected to feel the steady vibrations of the butterfly but was still left in a state of anticipation. The appetizers came, the wine was poured and they toasted to friendship and shared company. James was keeping the conversation light knowing Alexis had to be getting worked up wondering when the fun would start. It would start soon enough and when she least expected it.

Soon their dinner of Murgh Vindaloo, Gosht Korma, Naulakha Pulou and Peshawri Naan was soon served and they began dining in interest. Enjoying each other's company and sharing bites of the different dishes and flavors distracted Alexis enough she almost forgot she was wearing the vibe under her dress. The reminder came suddenly and without warning as they were finishing the last of the chicken. Just after taking a sip of wine the vibrator came to life causing her to gasp in surprise. She rocked back in reflex and was also reminded of the bulb in her anus. The double shock of sudden pleasure again caused a slight gasp to escape her lips. James for his part smiled slightly and feigned ignorance.

"How about some Kheer and mango ice cream for dessert. I feel I could use just a little more, you?"

"Oh yes, a little more would be wonderful."

As she said this the vibrations against her clit increased and she wondered how long she could last with the stimulation against her labia and clitoris. Knowing the control was out of her hands added to the arousal. Not knowing when it would stop, if it would increase or decrease, or just continue indefinitely until she came in the middle of the restaurant had her nearly dripping. As the desserts arrived the vibrations stopped just as suddenly as they had begun. "Not a moment too soon," she thought. She had been getting close to orgasm and not having control of the remote she knew the vibrations could have just continued causing her to have multiple orgasms right there and she wasn't sure she would have been able to keep quiet when they started. As it was she could feel the flush of her skin and knew her cheeks had to be slightly rouged from her arousal. Luckily the restaurant was mood lit for the holiday and James would be the only one to really see. She dug into the ice cream hoping it would cool her down.




Valentine



They finished dessert without any further surprises and she went to freshen up in the restroom while James paid the bill. She washed her hands and gently splashed a little cold water on her cheeks to try to cool them down. As she straightened her makeup she noticed her nipples were definitely visible under her dress and probably had been for some time. This sent a little tingle through her as the thoughts of the near orgasm in the booth surrounded by unknowing diners caused her arousal to ebb slightly higher. Emerging from the lavatory she saw James conversing with someone just out of her sight. It appeared to be someone he was familiar with as he was smiling and they shook hands before the other party turned and left just as she was arrived.

"Ready, dear?"

"Oh yes, if the rest of what you have planned is anywhere near as good as dinner it is going to be a fun night!"

He put his arm around her waist and led her to the car. When they arrived he opened the door for her and allowed her to get seated before closing it. He moved to his side of the car, got in and they were soon on the road. She had allowed James to make the hotel reservations so she was not sure of how long of a drive was ahead of her. As they pulled up to a stoplight the vibrations suddenly started again. This coupled with the vibrations through the seat against the plug and jump started her response. The light turned green and as they began moving again and the vibrations ceased. The drive continued in this manner for several blocks with idle conversation and easy driving with the sudden onset of stimulation at every stoplight. After fifteen minutes or so of this she was barely coming down from her peaks of pleasure during the ride. For one they seemed to be hitting every stoplight in town and second the road was a bit rough from the winter and every bump stimulated the plug in her bum. She was just barely keeping her composure in the seat feeling her orgasm approach with every second the vibe continued buzzing.

After one particularly long light the pattern suddenly changed. Expecting the vibe to shut off as they began moving again she let out a gasp as instead the vibe increased in intensity and stayed on as they began moving. She stole a glance at James who was smiling gently at her plight and was apparently getting great pleasure from watching her squirm as her orgasm approached. After being stimulated for so long and kept at a high state of arousal it didn't take long for the vibe to complete the job. As her orgasm hit she grabbed James' leg and squeezed with one hand while with the other she pressed the butterfly more firmly against her sex.

"Oh god, I'm cumming,"she moaned. "Oh god yes, yes, yes!"

As the orgasm subsided she realized the car was no longer moving. She glanced around and saw they were in the parking lot of their favorite hotel. She released her grip on James' leg as the vibe slowed and then ceased its pleasurable torment of her sex. She reached up and pulled James close and planted a deep probing kiss upon his lips. Her tongue pushed past his lips and teeth seeking out and entwining with his in a wild tango of lust. Breaking the kiss finally to breathe she moved her lips to his ear and gently nibbled and teased his lobe.

"I hope we don't have to stop at the front desk," she whispered lustily. "I am so ready to follow that last orgasm with more for both of us!"

He smiled as he pulled a room keycard from his pocket and gave her a quick teasing kiss on the lips. "When have I ever let you down, sweetheart?"

He got out of the car and quickly circled to her door, opened it and chivalrously offered his arm. She took it gratefully as she did not fully trust her legs so soon after her orgasm. Arm in arm they walked through the lobby of the hotel to the elevators and she tucked herself against him as they waited for the next car. Entering the empty vessel they began kissing as soon as the doors closed and they began the climb to their floor. Their tongues danced against each other darting first into her mouth and then his. He reached up and gently massaged her breast through the supple softness of her dress. Pressing against him she trapped the butterfly vibe between them and moaned softly as it was compressed more firmly against her clitoris and labia. His free hand moved to her bum and he gave a gentle squeeze before his fingers found the firm glass base of the anal plug. He gently teased it, applying pressure and moving it gently in a widening circle. Their lips released and he nibbled slightly at her jawline before moving to the hollow under her jaw and the nape of her neck kissing and nibbling the soft skin. She moaned again softly as he nuzzled her neck and gently nipped her earlobe. Almost of their own volition her hips began a gentle thrusting against the firm muscle of his quadriceps and pressed the vibe against her clitoris. Arriving at their floor the friends become lovers reluctantly parted and waltzed down the hallway arms wrapped around waists and hips pressed together.

James pulled away as they approached the door to get out the key card and open it. As he was fumbling with the mechanism she was startled to feel the butterfly start up again. The sudden stimulation coupled with the arousal from the elevator made her weak in the knees and she had to lean against the doorjamb for support. James finally got the door open and led her into the room to sit on the edge of the bed. The delicious torture continued and she wondered how long he was going to keep this up. She glanced around the room and saw that James had indeed stopped in earlier to prep the room. There was a bottle of wine chilling in the ice bucket and some bottles of water next to it. She even saw a few toys laid out on the nightstands next to the bed. James went to the bureau and proceeded to open the bottle of wine seemingly oblivious to the fact that he had left her sitting there with the vibe running and her arousal mounting. As he began pouring the wine the vibrations again ceased. He brought her a glass and they downed a few sips before the attraction became unbearable once more and they again locked into an embrace and once more locked into a passionate toe-curling kiss. After a few moments James took the wine glasses and set them back on the bureau. Returning to her side he gently pulled her up and began lightly kissing her neck and ear while sliding his hands around behind her back to undo her zipper. With a quick tug it was loose and he gently pulled the straps over her shoulders planting kisses along first one then the other trailing the straps as they slid off and down onto her arms. She gently pulled away and allowed it to slide off her torso and over her hips to fall lightly around her heels. She stepped out of it lightly and James picked it up and draped it carefully over the chair. 

As he turned back towards her he stopped suddenly as he saw her magnificent form wrapped erotically in the undergarments she had been gifted earlier in the day. She could almost read the lustful thoughts that must be running through his head as he let out a low wolf whistle and shook his head gently from side to side.

"My god, but you are absolutely stunning in that outfit! I could only imagine what it would like on you but this has far exceeded anything I could imagine," was what he meant to say. What actually came out was, "Oh...ah...um...wow!"

Alexis blushed slightly at his reaction and then caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She almost didn't recognize herself. Instead of the slightly shy and studious college girl she saw a fully aroused and striking temptress. There was a slight flush to her cheeks and upper chest that contrasted well with the light tan and the black and azure of her lingerie. Her breasts stood out above the black line of her bra her nipples erect and firm. Her eyes were sultry with lust, two dark flames surrounded by the light dusting of eye shadow that perfectly matched and mirrored the blue of the lingerie. The flush of her cheeks brought out the reddish tint in her auburn hair making it appear to be lit with an inner fire. Her legs were long and shapely, firm without being muscular, the lines of the garter belts and pencil thin seams on her stockings elongating them and making them appear to stretch forever.

While she was caught up in her reflection James recovered and quickly moved to embrace her and plant another passionate kiss on her lips. He lightly teased her nipples with one hand while he cupped her firm buttocks with the other pulling her hips into his and pressing the vibe once more firmly into her vulva. He pulled away slightly and teased down her thong letting it drop and slide down her legs after he gently maneuvered it past her thighs. Now the only covering remaining on her sex was the butterfly vibe with the garter nicely framing the beauty of her lightly glistening lips and the small heart of hair just visible above the vibe. James stepped back and admired her form once more before reaching for something behind his back.

"It is time for your last surprise gift. Do you trust me?"

She was confused for a moment by his question. Of course she trusted him. They had done so many things together, grown close, and even experimented with bondage together. What really threw her was the idea of a last gift. She had already received a gift for every month they had known each other and wasn't sure if she had lost count or he had. Her interest was piqued however.

"Of course I trust you. I can't wait to see it," she smiled.

"Well you will have to wait to 'see' it for just a moment," he chuckled as he brought his arms back into sight holding a silk blindfold. He gently put it into place lightly kissing her lips once it was covering her eyes. He then placed some ear buds on her and she heard the sultry sounds of her favorite rock tune. Sexy and sultry with the guitar riffs, heavy drum beats and raspy rock singer voice, she couldn't help swaying her hips along to the music. On cue the vibrator began its teasing again. After a few moments of this she knew it would not take long for her orgasms to start again. Just before the stimulations got too much to bear they stopped as she was taken be the hand and then gently set down on the edge of the bed. Gentle hands reached up, removed the ear buds and gently caressed her jaw and chin as the buds were pulled away. She was pleasantly surprised by gentle kisses on her lips and cheeks after the overt stimulation she had just undergone. Gently the blindfold was untied and she closed her eyes to be better prepared to adjust to eh sudden influx of light.

"Surprise!" A voice lightly whispered in her ear shockingly deeper and of a different tone than James'. She opened her eyes to be greeted by the sight of the courier she had spoken with earlier that day.

"What is this? What are you doing here? Who are you?" She glanced around quickly wondering what had happened and if James was okay, but was quickly reassured by the sight of him just to the right of the stranger before her.

The delivery driver smiled broadly and removed his hat and the standard brown shirt of the delivery company. After the disguise was gone she quickly put the man before her into context. Douglas! She had been chatting with him for a little longer than she had James with sometimes far steamier results. They had been trying to arrange an opportunity to meet but he lived two states away and was tied up with work and unable to travel easily. She leaped up and rushed to give him a hug and cover his face with affectionate kisses.

"That is more the reaction I was expecting." Chuckling softly he grinned, "I hope you don't mind my subverting of your date with James with the introduction of my gifts."

"Your gifts? But all I got were the ones from James." 

Both men laughed softly as Doug pulled a small keychain from his pocket and pressed a button. She was once more subjected to the pleasing movement of the butterfly vibe. He pressed it again to shut it off and she realized that was why James had been able to act so oblivious. He really hadn't known exactly when the vibe would be subjecting her to its wonderful torture and why the sight of her in her lingerie had stopped him dead in his tracks. 

"I have to admit I wasn't sure when Doug first told me about his ideas for tonight," James said. "But as he explained exactly what he had in mind I knew we had to do it for you. He had told me what he would be sending you but I never actually saw them until tonight. And then we had to work on the coordination to make sure he would be near enough to activate the vibe without you being aware of his presence. I guess we pulled it off."

"Yeah the gifts were from me and that really was me every time you received one. You weren't imagining they were all the same delivery guy. And my presence is only part of your final gift," Doug said.

"Oh, there is more?" She glanced between the two men as they looked at each other and nodded. Then James began to remove his shirt as Doug removed his belt. Her eyes widened and a jolt shot through her straight to her pussy as she realized what was about to happen. "Oh god, this is more than I could ever imagine...the two of you with me? At the same time?"

Both men nodded and quickly undressed down to their underwear. They sat down on either side of her and both men began caressing her with their hands. The feel of four hands moving over her body sent delicious shivers of pleasure to her core as Doug ran his fingers through the hair at the base of her neck and turned her to his lips. They began a passionate, deep kiss while James caressed her leg and undid the straps of the vibe. His fingers quickly replaced its presence on her clit as she moaned softly around Doug's tongue and mouth. Doug gently pushed her back onto the bed as he continued kissing her and his hands moved to her breasts and nipples gently pinching and teasing them. Their passionate kiss continued as she drank deeply of his warmth and affections months of arousal and passion coming to fruition in this glorious evening. As they kissed James moved to the floor between her legs as they dangled over the edge of the bed and began gently kissing the insides of her thighs and his hands massaged her legs, buttocks and abdomen and teased at her labia and clitoris never stopping in one place turning her entire lower body into an erogenous zone.

Alexis surrendered herself to the onslaught of pleasure and began running her hands over Douglas' firm chest and abdomen teasing her fingers under the band of his underwear as she ran them across his firm middle and hips. She lightly traced the outline of his cock through the underwear finding him to be fully erect and responding eagerly to her ministrations. She worked her hands around his hips and slid them down into his underwear cupping his glutes and pulling his hips towards her. She took advantage of the opportunity to pull his boxers down his thighs freeing his member from its confinement and running her hands down his long lithe legs sliding his underwear off past his toes. She lightly traced her fingers along the grooves of the muscles in his legs as they returned to his crotch to lightly tickle across his scrotum. She teased her fingernails along the underside of his shaft and then circled his manhood with her fingers and gave it a couple of playful strokes bringing him to full hardness as he continued to massage and knead her breasts.

James continued teasing her clitoris and labia with her fingers while gently removing her heels with his free hand. He then helped her legs up onto the bed crooking one into a "V" flat on the bed the other with her foot flat on the bed and her knee in the air. This left her free to play with Doug next to her on the bed, but opened her up so James had full access to her pussy and ass. He leaned in to begin teasing with his tongue as well as his hands. He ran his fingers down her slit teasing her inner labia which were now exposed between her engorged and open outer labia. He lightly kissed her clitoris as it peeked out from under its hood and lightly began alternately nipping it and flicking it with his tongue. He inserted one finger up to the knuckle into her moist pussy and teased her inserting it and pulling back out before going any deeper. As these ministrations continued she continued her focus on Doug knowing James would soon have her panting with another orgasm.

She pulled away from Doug's mouth and kissed her way down his neck and chest. She slowed her downward journey to lightly kiss and tease his nipples playfully biting and pinching first one and then the other and was rewarded with a shiver through his core and a twitch from his cock which she still continued to stroke lightly. After a few moments of this she continued her trail down his stomach until she reached the base of his cock. She kissed her way around to the underside and ran the tip of her tongue up his shaft lightly flicking the sensitive underside of the head. She kissed the tip and then opened her mouth to encircle the head. Applying pressure to the shaft with her lips she ran her tongue around the head before flattening it to the underside and moving gently back and forth across as she lowered her mouth down his cock centimeter by centimeter. When she got about halfway she reversed direction and then began bobbing up and down on his shaft while pumping the base with one hand and cupping his scrotum with the other. She gently teased his testicles with her fingers through their covering of skin occasionally moving further back and pressing against his perineum and was rewarded with a slight twitch of his cock in her mouth each time she did this.

Doug for his part continued his ministrations with his hands on her breasts occasionally pinching a nipple or moving a hand to a shoulder or teasing his fingers through her hair. He also admired the view of this beauty he had chatted with about these intimate pleasures many times but to this point had only seen pictures and the occasional teasing video of. The sight of her engulfing his cock with her mouth battled with the view of her getting her beautiful shaved pussy tickled and licked by James. The views combined with the expert attention to his cock and balls soon had him at the point of no return. He reached down and grabbed Alexis by the shoulders to pull her back up for a kiss. After parting their lips he whispered, "The excitement of the meeting and your expert attentions have me about ready to burst, my dear. I just wanted to give you fair warning."

She kissed him fiercely on the lips plunging her tongue deep into his mouth before just as swiftly pulling apart and helping him up to his knees so he was now upright next to her. Returning to his groin she engulfed his cock with her mouth and lowered all the way to the base and then rapidly began plunging up and down his shaft applying pressure with her lips running her tongue along the underside and teasing the head on every upstroke. In a matter of moments she felt him begin to tense up and his scrotum tighten with his impending orgasm. She pulled off his cock and quickly positioned herself in front of and below his cock suing her hand to continue milking his shaft. Seconds later the first gob of cum erupted forth and landed across her right breast and nipple. Several additional spurts followed coating her breasts in thick lines of cum creating a Pollock-like piece of sexual art with her beautiful breasts as the canvas. Amazingly none of his seed landed on the miniscule shelf bra she was still wearing. She continued stroking his shaft until it began lose its hardness and become flaccid in her grasp. He gently pulled away from her and bent to her mouth and they again enjoyed a passionate forceful kiss with his tongue entwining with hers in her mouth.




Valentine



As Doug rose from the bed to get a towel to wipe her chest clean James redoubled his efforts on her pussy. He was now thrusting into her with the first to fingers of his right hand while actively sucking and lightly biting her clitoris and labia. With his left hand he was massaging her right buttock and moving closer and closer to her anus. She began thrusting her hips in rhythm with his fingers as her approaching climax neared. Knowing she was on the brink he grasped the base of the plug buried in her ass and began to rotate it against her sphincter. As her bucking grew more heated and he recognized the signs of approaching orgasm in her he firmly grasped the plug and carefully pulled. Her asshole stretched to allow passage of the flared bottom of the plug and then contracted around it as the plug was slowly removed. The sensation of her anus being stretched and followed by the slow luxurious slide of the glass against her sensitive rosebud was the last piece necessary to send her over the edge. 

"Oh, fuck, yes! I'm cumming! Oh god, don't stop fucking me. Oh. Oh. Oh. YES!"

James continued thrusting his fingers in and out at a jackrabbit pace as her pussy spasmed around them. Slowly the contractions subsided as her orgasm completed. As she lay there panting James knew that continued stimulation would bring on cascading orgasms for the coed. He stood up and admired the slight glisten of her rouged skin in contrast to the garter and stockings. Watching as his partner wiped their shared lover clean of his jism he quickly pulled off his underwear and kicked them aside. Unrolling a condom onto his shaft he again positioned himself at the base of the king bed. Pulling her to the edge he placed her calves on his shoulders and placed his throbbing dick at the still slightly contracting opening of her pussy. He slowly inserted the full length watching as her pussy stretched slightly to accommodate this larger invader and then disappeared millimeter by millimeter into her tight pussy. As he began slowly thrusting in and out he ran his hands up her abdomen to her breasts undoing the clasp of the bra and watching as the bobbing of her breasts caused by his thrusts allowed it to fall to the sides. Completely free now, her breasts rolled out ever so slightly to the sides but remained firm and upright as only the tits of a twenty-one year old can. The continued thrusting caused them to roll gently toward and away from her chin until James grasped a nipple in each hand and pinched and stretched them sending delightful jolts of pleasure straight through her core.

Knowing there was plenty in store for the co-ed James didn't worry about holding himself back. Glancing over at Douglas he saw he was already beginning to recover and would soon be back to full hardness. He ceased his teasing of Alexis' nipples and moved his hand back to her hips and grasped them firmly. He began thrusting more forcefully pounding in and out using his hands to help make sure she didn't slide up the bed. Wanting this pounding too, Alexis moved her legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist locking her ankles together behind his back. She began squeezing at the bottom of each thrust almost involuntarily contracting her pussy around his shaft as it plunged deep into her pussy. Feeling her legs securely around him James moved one hand to her ass and grabbed a handful of the luscious flesh and with the other applied pressure to her pubis with his palm and teased her clitoris with his thumb. A few seconds of this brought on another orgasm for her and she began a long drawn out moan of pleasure with incoherent mumblings of "oh god" and "yes".

The feel of her tight pussy contracting around his cock brought James to the edge of an orgasm of his own. As her orgasm subsided he began thrusting faster plunging in and out as his abdomen tightened with the familiar feeling of his approaching release. With a final thrust her buried himself into her twat and felt her muscles milking his cock as it began spasming deep inside her. The twitching of his cock against the walls of her pussy triggered another orgasm right on the heels of the last.

"Oh, goddammit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming again...oh...oh...mmmm."

James gently collapsed against her as his own orgasm began to subside. He propped himself on one elbow while cupping a breast with his other hand. He kissed her forehead then kissed a half moon around her face finally arriving at her mouth to give her a passionate, yet tender, kiss on the lips. They lay there for a few moments enjoying the rush of endorphins and basking in the natural high of mutual orgasm. After his erection had subsided he gently pulled out and with a last kiss got up to allow Doug to take his place. Doug had been busy while waiting for his refractory period and had already put on a condom and dropped an extra on the bed.

"In case you recover quickly," he winked. To Alexis he said, "Are you ready for some more?"

"I'm more than ready," she smiled. "I have been waiting for this for too long!"

"Turn over. I think it's time you changed positions a bit."

She rolled over onto her knees and lifted her nicely rounded posterior into the air. She pushed it a little higher into the air by resting her head on her arms and slightly arching her back opening herself up for him to have full access to her. He entered her slowly allowing her to slide onto him more than he pushed into her giving her full control of the pace. Once he was fully inside her they both stopped and just enjoyed the sensations for a moment before he slowly pulled almost all the way and then slowly pushed in again. He kept this pace giving a long slow thrust in and then slowly pulling almost all the way out for a time to give her a chance to build her up to the next orgasm as little more slowly and to focus the sensations. After a couple minutes of this James returned with his cock now bare and freshly cleaned. Doug waved him over towards the bed.

"You ready to taste some more cock, girl? You ready to be filled from both ends?"

"Mmmm. Oh yes, bring that delicious cock over here James. You know how much I love to go down on you!"

He positioned himself before her on his knees as she lifted herself up on one hand and grabbed the base of his slowly stiffening dick in her other. She took his flaccid member in her mouth bobbing swiftly up and down slickening the shaft with her saliva. She let it pop out of her mouth and ran her tongue around the tip pumping the base with her hand the entire time. As she worked on fluffing James, Doug quickened his pace in her pussy occasionally reaching forward to fondle her breast or tweak a nipple sending little additional jolts of pleasure into her already overloaded pleasure zones.

The sight of the young co-ed sucking off another man while he was buried in her pussy ramped up the eroticism of the experience tenfold for Doug. He was pistoning in and out and a pretty good pace but know he would have to back it off if he wanted to keep going for any amount of time. He slowed down stopping when he was fully inserted to allow his cock to adjust to the pressure of being buried in the tight confines of her pussy. Thinking ahead when he first returned to the bed he had grabbed some lube and made sure the anal plug was nearby. He poured a little of the lubricant on the fingers of one hand and then let some drip right onto her puckered asshole. She gasped slightly when the slightly cool liquid hit her sensitive rosebud but did not slow down her ministrations to James' cock. Next he took just one finger and slowly inserted it to the first knuckle knowing she should have no trouble accepting it as the plug had been pulled out only a short time before. He thrust it in and out counter to the thrusts of his cock in her pussy going slightly deeper each time. After he had been able to insert it fully and thrust several times that way he added the second finger and eventually a third. He kept this up as he watched James stiffen in the mouth of their shared friend and the sight of what he was doing behind her. Finally feeling she was about ready he withdrew his fingers and coated the plug with lube and placed it at the opening of her asshole. As he continued his languorous thrusting in her pussy he slowly inserted the plug being careful not to allow it to slide so deep as to close around the base. He delighted in watching her asshole stretch to accommodate the invader and was rewarded after only a few thrusts as he felt her pussy spasm around his cock and a muffled moan escaped from her lips as they were wrapped around James' dick. He stopped his thrusts and just enjoyed the sensations as her vagina pulsed around his cock giving him a wave of sensation up and down his shaft. As he felt the orgasm subside he glanced at James and saw that he was quite stiff again and probably had been for some time. He looked him in the eye and gave a nod.

"That's good, baby." James said to Alexis. "You have me good and ready to go and I don't think I could take much more. Are you ready to be completely filled?"

"You mean both of you at once? One of you in my pussy and one in my ass?" She asked lustily. "You both know that is something I have always wanted. Please. Please. Please. Do it!"

Knowing he was probably the closest to orgasm Doug decided he would remain in her pussy and allow James to enter the tighter confines of her ass. He pulled out and lay down on the bed while James rolled on another condom and began to apply some lubrication. Alexis mounted him cowgirl slowly lowering herself onto his shaft and playful bouncing up and down once she was in position. He closed his legs and she placed hers right next to his as he pulled her down on top of him. He kissed her gently as they waited for James to get into position. He climbed onto the bed behind her with his legs outside both. Doug held Alexis tightly while James gently grabbed the cheeks of her ass and lifted them up and out to open her up as much as possible. He applied a little more lube to her rosebud and then placed the tip of his cock at her opening. He slowly applied pressure feeling her stretch to accommodate the head and then suddenly it was past and he slid relatively easily inside. She gasped as he impaled her as the feeling of both holes being filled gave her a little mini orgasm. They rested there a moment as everyone got used to the sensations.

They then began a sexual seesaw as James' thrusts would push her up Doug's cock and as she pushed back down he would pull back and withdraw slightly. Soon they had a good rhythm going and it was as if there was one giant thrust that started in her ass and pushed through to her pussy and then she would impale herself in the reverse. Both men could not believe how much tighter she became as they could feel the others cocks through the walls of her pussy and ass. The sensations increased the pleasure seemingly a thousand fold and the speed of their thrusts increased as they knew it would not take long for any of them to reach orgasm again.

Alexis breached the wall first and cried out in ecstasy as the most powerful orgasm of the night rocketed through her. She let out a guttural wail as her pussy clenched around Doug's cock and her sphincter tightened around James. She stopped her riding of Doug's cock while the orgasm took over her body but it wasn't necessary as James thrusts continued her motions. Seconds later Doug climaxed as his cock pulsed deep in her vagina. He let out a deep moan as he placed his hands on either side of her face and muffled both their moans with a deep probing kiss.

The pulsing of Doug's cock sent vibrations straight through her torso and that coupled with the clenching of her anus around her cock was all it took to send James into the throws of ecstasy as well. He arched his back and with a teeth clenching grunt buried himself completely into her ass as his orgasm erupted from the end of his cock sending off a chain reaction within the coed as her ongoing orgasm intensified and he felt her muscles clenching even harder. She gave a guttural wail as she pulled her lips from Doug's.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh my God! Wha? Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh. My. God."

At this last she collapsed onto Doug with such force that she pulled off of James and he could see a thick stream of liquid leak from around Doug's cock as she came so hard that she squirted. Doug embraced her once more peppering her face with kisses while James slowly moved to lie next to Doug on the bed. As her orgasms finally subsided Alexis gingerly pulled herself off of Doug and rolled onto the bed between her two lovers. She turned and gave James a kiss before once more giving Doug a last kiss. Exhausted from the force of her orgasm she knew she would be unable to stand. She lay there basking in the glow of the strongest and best string of orgasms she had ever had brought to her by two of her best friends.

The men knowing she was spent got some towels and cleaned up the bed as best they could and took turns giving her a sponge bath with some warm wet washcloths from the bathroom before cleaning themselves up. As soon as that was done they once more lay down beside her and joined her in a double spoon.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my dear," Doug whispered to her.

"Thanks for the greatest gift ever to both of you," she smiled drowsily as she blissfully surrendered herself to the orgasm induced exhaustion. Both men smiled knowingly to each other and watched their amazing lover as she drowsed. They admired the curves and the view of the nymphet as she slept still wearing the stockings and garter, the perfect pairing of youthful beauty and sensual womanhood. It wasn't long before they joined her in blissful slumber.

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Valentine Anniversary Weekend



There's just something about the auburn hair Jess that says: "Fuck me!" Even back in high school when she was known as Ms Frostbite every guy in town wanted to be the stud to thaw her out first. In effect to wipe that come-fuck-me look right off of her face. Especially when she went through her rebellious stage, and rumors flew around the classes about her getting her nipples pierced just to spite her parents. Not that any male could verify it, but with her heart attack body, our imaginations went wild. And still no male had ever taken her out on a date until I asked her to the senior prom. You can imagine my surprise when she told me on our way to the prom that nobody had ever asked her out on a real date before me. Two years into college, and on Valentine's Day I asked her to marry me, and she accepted.

No, she wasn't going to be a virgin bride, we'd settled that issue a couple of hours after she accepted my proposal. But we both agreed that we would finish our college education, and live together with her on the pill until then. No I wasn't able to wipe that come-fuck-me look off of her face, and yes, her nipples were pierced. How we both kept up our 4.0 averages over the next six months is beyond me. I mean if it had to do with sex between two consenting adults we tried it. And then as my birthday approached, out of nowhere one night after getting hot and heavy, she broached a subject that took my breath away.

"Did you ever wonder what it would be like in bed with, well, somebody other than me? I mean, I've seen you the way you look at some of my sorority sisters, as if you were undressing them."

"You mean I look the same way you do when you're checking out Ozzie's ass every time we stop by the frat house?"

"I guess, yeah, more or less. I mean I know that you love me as much as I love you, but I've never been with another guy..."

"And I've never been intimate with another woman," I interrupted, finishing her line of thought. "Are you asking for my permission to screw around with other guys, or trying to set me up with a date for one of your sorority sisters?"

"Both." Then she added a qualifier; "Hypothetically speaking, of course."

And when she saw my surprise she began to explain.

"I'm just suggesting a scientific experiment here. Mind you, we haven't taken any vows to cherish only each other as yet, and it's not like I'm suggesting we separate for a while to accomplish this either."

"Exactly what are you suggesting?" I was suddenly intrigued, and for the life of me didn't know why. "That we invite someone else to join us in a three-way, or without their knowing invite someone over then allow them to take liberties with one of us while the other watches from out of site?"

"I'd say from the lengthening of you cock that either one of those two ideas would work, don't you?"

"Yeah, in a guy way it does. But what if one of us became jealous? I mean, I don't know if I could handle seeing you enjoy yourself with another guy the way you do with me, and what if you enjoyed him more than you do me?"

"Well, what if I enjoyed her more?" Jess replied, and she at least had the decency to blush while asking the question. "Or you enjoyed him, or her more than you do me. After all, you've had me already."

"I certainly have," I chided moving back in the saddle to reenter her once again, taking long slow strokes in and out of her, "and I'm simply hooked on this cute juicy pussy of yours, too. Whatever made you think to shave it bald today?"

"Cynthia told me that she does it for Harry all of the time, so I thought I'd give it a try too. What do you think?"

"Well, it's almost... almost like fucking a new different pussy altogether. Kind of nasty different, if you get my drift."

"Is that why you ate me to four mind numbing orgasms first?"

"Okay, ya got me, I love your cunt nekkid. And I love your big firm titties with the rings pierced in your nipples, and I simply adore your fine tight ass with those cute dimples on it, and your long shapely elegant legs, and..."

"Just shut up, and fuck me you silly bastard!" Her arms and legs coming up around my back to pull me deep into her love tunnel.

"... I love it when you dress up and act slutty for me..."

Our lips came together then silencing me as no words could have. Jess has a real talent for always getting in the last word even if she doesn't say it aloud. The sex that night was just too spectacular not to be a silent message for her latest suggestion about opening up our sexual relationship just a little bit. However I still had my doubts. Granted they were all based on my own selfish insecurities as an adult male, and her future husband, but I was the one who had to deal with them. Now Jess isn't a pushy woman, and Lord knows she doesn't nag even when she really, really wants something. But from that night on she made a point of looking sexy 24/7 around our apartment, and a lot more stylish out in public. It was almost as if she'd thrown away any of her clothing made of flannel, or cotton altogether save for a couple pairs of cut off jeans that were so short that only the seam was left in the crotch.

A couple of weeks passed without either of us broaching the subject again, and that's when she tried a different tact.

"I've been thinking of getting a tattoo," she said over breakfast. "How do you think I'd look with a tattoo?" 

"It pretty much depends on the tattoo, its size, and where you intend on putting it," I stated, "but all in all, I'd say that it would make you look like some biker chick turned porno star. Why?"

"All of the girls at the sorority are talking about getting one. It's a kiss on the ass, you know, a lipstick like kiss, but it's really a tattoo made of red ink."

"Oh that's cute," I chuckled.

"You think so?"

"It could be," I shrugged noncommittally. "Hey, it's your body hon. I don't own ya, and I'm not your husband, yet. But if after you get it? You need someone to kiss it, and make it feel all-better? I'm your man."

"I was thinking about doing it for your birthday," she said. "As a sign of our affection, and abiding trust in one another."

I gave her statement some thought before replying as I knew this was her way of finding out if I'd decided on anything about her last suggestion. When I did reply what I said was almost as much a surprise to me as it was to her.

"I think I'd rather share you in bed with one of those sorority sisters than to let them talk you into marking up that fabulous body of yours for nothing."

And suddenly that natural come-fuck-me look of hers intensified to a brilliant all consuming aura surrounding her as if she were standing in front of the rising sun. Then she did something even more exhilarating. Lifting her skirt as she stood up, she pulled her thong panties down, and stepped out of them, then bunched them up, and stuffed them in my breast pocket. She had started hot waxing most of her pubes away ever since the night she'd shaved away all of her carpet like pubic thatch.

"I want you to think of me walking, sitting, and standing all day long from one class to the other without any underwear on. My pussy naked under this skirt, with my ass hanging out, and only you know it unless the wind gets brisk, and lifts my skirt."

It was then that I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples had grown eraser hard, and were poking out against the tight short-sleeved sweater that she had on. Jess could make a potato sack look hot, so even in her regular school clothes, the modest skirt, and sweater with the flat shoes she still could have sent the Greek Navy to war. And think of her I did, all damn day long. I thought of how lucky each chair she would sit in for her classes was luckier than me for that short period of time, or that any one of her professors was looking up her skirt, and getting a fantastic full frontal view of her snatch through out the day. In fact just thinking of her that way kept giving me these unexpected erections, but thankfully I was sitting down when they happened. 

Hell, I knew from high school that every male within eye contact of her wanted to fuck Jess. But it had never occurred to me that I would get turned on thinking about those other guys doing her the way I was all day long after she put her panties in my pocket. And too, the scent of Jess's pussy wafting up to my nostrils all day long also had me wondering what it would be like to have both her, and one of her sorority sisters at the same time. One sitting on my face, and the other riding up, and down on my dick. I damn near raped Jess the moment we came together after classes. We barely got the door closed behind us before we were rutting down on the floor, and without bothering to take off any clothes either.

My birthday came on a Friday, but the party lasted the whole weekend. Cheryl, Jess's old room mate at her sorority stayed with us, and tried with great enthusiasm to prove that natural platinum blondes did have more fun. The tattooed kiss on Cheryl's derrière was indeed fetching, but not nearly as hot as the real kiss she planted on Jess's rear. And I must admit, if only to myself that my dick thoroughly enjoyed docking in that tight juicy pussy while eating Jess to four orgasms at the same time. And later doing the reverse was as equally thrilling. What was great about having those two woman at the same time in my bed was that when I was exhausted they just kept on going without me. Allowing me to catch my breath, revitalize, and watch them together getting me turned on all over so that I would join in, and they'd turn all of their attentions back on me again, and again. The apartment reeked of sex, and their perfume, and I felt like I'd taken a forbidden dip in a harem after the Sheik had gone out to check on his oil wells. 

The best part of the whole weekend to me was that Jess, and I were so busy enjoying the sex with Cheryl that we never had time to get jealous of each other. We talked about it after Cheryl left, and we both agreed that while it had been a blast it wasn't something that we wanted to do every weekend, or for that matter once a month, or longer. But that it should be something special, for just those special times like birthdays, and such that it would be all that much more special for both of us. Even so, it wasn't far from our minds every time we made love after that, and our sex life became a roller coaster ride from then on. With Jess now wearing garter belts, and thigh high nylons as well as quarter cup bras under her modest outerwear my thoughts rarely wandered far from thinking about her.

However now when I thought of her in those smutty undergarments I was wondering what she would look like dressed in nothing but them while another guy, other than myself, fucked her. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it was Ozzie that I envisioned seeing over top of her. His blacker than black skin in stark contrast to her much lighter, almost pale milky white, complexion was what undoubtedly set off this tantrum of visions in me. After all, she did like his ass, right? She sure as hell looked hard at it when he was around. It got to where I thought about this all of the time. In fact it got to where it was all I could think of whenever I was around Jess, or just thinking about what she was doing at that moment.

Finally I made my decision to go for it. After all Jess had started the ball of trust rolling with our three-way with Cheryl, so I figured why not do a three-way with Ozzie next. The hard part wasn't going to be asking Ozzie to join us, it was figuring out when would be the perfect special time for Jess, and me to do it with him. Christmas, and New Year we went home to spend time with our families, so that was out of the question. And her birthday was a couple of months before mine so that wouldn't work, nor did I want to wait that long. But then there was always Valentine's Day. The very day when Jess and I would not only be celebrating our love for each other like every other lover on the planet, but it was also one year to the day when I'd proposed to her. Indeed a very special day at that.

I hadn't been able to afford an engagement ring when I'd proposed. But what with splitting the rent now with Jess instead of living at the frat house I had built up a little grubstake. So I decided to purchase an engagement ring for this year's anniversary, and give it to her inside of a heart shaped box of candy as the clock struck midnight to announce the end of our first year together. But after rethinking it I thought it best to give her the ring in the box the Friday evening, or more to the point, the day before Valentine's Day, and just before Ozzie knocked at the door to supposedly join us for supper.

With everything else set up I finally approached Ozzie with my plan. His wide grin confirmed his willingness before he opened his mouth. But his reply to my proposition took my breath away.

"I'll do," he said, "but on one condition."

"Condition?"

"Hey, you want something from me, then I want something from you."

"What? I'm giving you free rein with the most beautiful woman on the planet. What else could you possibly want after that?"

"The chance to have at her again of course," his eyes laughing at me, "specifically on your wedding day when she's in her wedding gown, and just before the ceremony. So that when she says, "I do," to you she already done did with me."

I could hardly consider finding someone else as Valentine's Day was less than two days away, and the set up was for the very next evening so that Jess would enjoy him the whole weekend like I had with Cheryl. I had only one way out of this if I wanted to make this weekend work out.

"Hey, it's okay with me, but only if it's okay with Jess. I can't promise you anything that isn't mine to give. Understand?"

"Fair enough. What time do you want me to come over tomorrow?"

"Well, I need enough time after classes to give her the box of candy with the ring in it, and time to explain why I invited you over for supper in case she wants to dress up. How does seven tomorrow evening sound to you?"

"That'll work," he replied, "it'll give me time to run a few errands, buy her some flowers after school, and to shower, and change clothes."

With Ozzie all set to hump my precious fiancé as it were, I set off for the jewelry store to pick up the ring before stopping by the candy store to gather up a heart shaped box of her favorite candy. And with each ticking minute counting down towards the inevitable my nerves began to pile up as doubts heaped upon one another like a landfill project. Was I really ready to let another man join us for a weekend romp in the hay? Was Jess? Would she even consent to taking on Ozzie? And what if he was better with her in bed than I was? Or ever could be? What if his dick was bigger than mine?

In the end I knew it was all silly, and self-deprecating. But it did motivate me to go out and purchase a great many candles, and balloons to add more of a romantic theme for our Valentine's Day weekend of debauchery. I barely had the apartment decorated when Jess arrived. Her squeal of delight when she entered was all the reward I needed to know that my efforts had not gone unwanted. But it just got better from that point on as she jumped up into my arms as if I were a tree, and pressed her lush body against mine as her arms, and legs wrapped around me. The ring inside of the heart shaped box of candy actually had her in tears of rapturous joy. It was then that I told her about the rest of the weekend's events.

"You can't be serious," she replied with a gasp after I finished explaining all about Ozzie coming over for dinner, and whatever else Jess might be up for as it was really her choice now. "I can't believe you did this for us!"

I sighed with content then as she had used the word US, and not Me. And all of my frayed nerve endings suddenly combed themselves out to where I was now anxious to see what Jess would do to get ready for Ozzie's arrival. Normally when there is just she and I in the apartment she runs around half naked anyway. In fact she hadn't worn panties since that day she'd put the thong in my breast pocket. I tried not to be obvious about stalking her every move through our apartment, but she caught on immediately, and barely contained a fit of giggling in response as she luxuriated in a hot bubble bath.

"You know what would be nice?" She asked.

"What?"

"If you picked out the clothes you want to see me in for when Ozzie joins us for dinner. That way I'll know for certain what you really want me to do."

Once again the ball was put into my court. And I was damned if I was going to be the one to chicken out. Not after all the trouble I had gone to, to set this all up in the first place. So I went to her dresser drawers, and pulled a smoky black pair of thigh high nylons, her black satin garter belt with the matching thong panties, and demi bra that didn't cover her ring pierced nipples at all. Then I pulled out her black see thru fishnet toga like Teddy; that barely came down to cover her crotch when standing, not that it was going to hide a damn thing anyway. And grabbed her black paten leather high heels, the ones that strapped around her ankles making sure that I put everything out on top of our bed as I wanted her to know instantly that was where we would all end up tonight. In all, it was the sluttiest outfit that I could have laid out from her current wardrobe. I finished the task just in time to catch Jess bringing herself to an orgasm with her fingers in the bathtub.

"Just a little tension reliever," she even blushed saying that.

"Everything is set out for you," I said, and that's when the doorbell rang. "That should be dinner. I'll go let pay the deliver guy, and open the wine while you get dressed. The next time the door bell rings it should be Ozzie."

As luck would have it both Ozzie and the deliveryman were at the door when I opened it. I paid for the food after inviting them both in, and then closed the door behind the guy who had delivered our dinner making sure to lock it as well.

"I hope you like Chinese," I said as Ozzie put the flowers he'd brought in a vase I pointed to, and I set out the food, and opened the wine.

"I love Chinese food," Ozzie replied, gently knocking the snow off his feet, and that's when we both turned to the clickity clack sound of high heels on hard wood flooring as Jess came out of our bedroom.

"So how do you think I look?" she asked, and then suddenly realized that somebody else was there also, and froze in place with her hands moving to hide her assets as best they could in the process.

"DAMN baby!" Ozzie cried out. "You look good enough to eat yourself!"

"What he said," I chuckled, realizing for the first time that she really was surprised to find someone else in our apartment. It only took two blinks for her to see that it was Ozzie, and relax enough to repair her composure.

"Oh sorry, I thought you were the delivery guy, Ozzie," she said, and continued her journey towards the dinner table to join us. Her hips revolving, and tight butt twitching as if dancing to some dark jungle drum beat, her breasts bobbling about on her chest as if to an entirely different sensual drummer. In all, along with a flip of her head to fan her hair back out of her eyes it was an amazingly erotic vision of youthful femininity, and sexuality. Her heady perfume arriving only seconds before her body did transformed the moment into a fantasy vision come to life. "And I hope you boys are as hungry as I am."

"More," Ozzie replied as we both held her chair for her to sit down in. Both of us mentally raping her with our eyes before moving to sit down on either side of her. It was only before sitting down that I noticed that Ozzie had one hell of a bulge growing in his trousers.




Valentine Anniversary Weekend



"Ozzie brought the flowers," I pointed to the centerpiece, the vase with the various assortments of flowers in full bloom in it.

"They're lovely, Ozzie," and she reached over and squeezed his right hand, "Thank you."

In turn Ozzie bent down, and towards her to give her a kiss in return. I thought at first that he was going to kiss her on the cheek, but she turned her head slightly, and met his lips with her own full pouting lipstick glossed lips. I was instantly transfixed, frozen in their timeless kiss as my vision of their contrasting skin colors flashed through me like a wanton fury. The moment passed, and then another, and another as their tongues tangled, and dueled with each other. I was so caught up in their kiss that I hadn't noticed that their hands had moved out of sight under the tabletop. But when I did I began to grin as I knew then that the kiss was just sexual in nature, and a huge relief passed over me as if lifting a great weight off of my shoulders.

Forgetting all about the food now I reached under the table as well to join in on the focused attention of my fiancé. The feel of her smooth bare flesh above her nylons almost had me panting until I moved higher up her inner thigh, and found that Ozzie's hand was already at her love grotto. That he even already had moved her panty crotch aside, and dipped his middle finger up her naked snatch. And I pulled back in shock as Jess moaned in real pleasure. A pleasure that she had only known from me, or her own fingers up until now. Well, that wasn't entirely true either, I had to remind myself, Cheryl had done this to her as well. The problem I was having was that I had no sexual interest in Ozzie other than seeing Jess enjoy him. I'm just not... bisexual. So all I could do really was just focus my attention on them, and add my hands, fingers, tongue, and cock to what he was already doing to her flesh.

In no time at all we ended up in the living room sprawled out on the floor. Jess's panties, and our clothes left like a rag trail leading back to the kitchen table. Both Ozzie and I suckling at her breasts after pushing her toga Teddy up out of the way as our hands roamed all over her firm lush body. And when I moved to kiss her, Ozzie moved south to eventually end up kissing her lower lips. Having Jess moan into my mouth over what another man was doing south of her belly button was a totally new experience to me. Reaching down to tug on the ring in her nipple would usually get my hand slapped, but this time it only made Jess moan even louder. And for some reason that thrilled me to the boner Jess was fondling at that very moment. As did watching Ozzie's black hands fondling her hips, and ass as his pink tongue dueled with her clit, or dug deep inside of her slit for the scorching nectar that lay bubbling up out of her. Jess's legs lifting up a bit to wrap around his head to pull him tight into her moist crotch.

Added to everything that was going on around me was the vulgar sounds, and the hot scent of aroused pussy. Ozzie's cologne, not nearly as potent as Jess's perfume, still it made me very aware that I was sharing my future bride's body with another man, a very black man. I'd only had a short glimpse of his equipment before his body hid it when he went down on his belly. But it looked every bit as efficient a weapon as mine, even if somewhat slightly larger. In fact I'd only seen it semi erect, but even though I'm not into checking guys out this guy was different. This guy was getting ready to use that black cock of his on my white fiancé. And had the legends been correct of elephantine proportions for blacks, I might not have allowed it. I wanted her to enjoy this, like I had enjoyed Cheryl, not get torn apart by the experience. When you love somebody, truly love them; you only want the best for them.

It was about then that Jess started sucking on my tongue, her hand squeezing my cock, her flesh shivering as her body undulated on the floor like waves crashing against the shore. And I knew right away that she was cuming on Ozzie's talented oral appendage. That's when she broke from our passionate kiss gasping for air.

"Oh fuck! Fuck yes! Eat me, Ozzie! Eat ME! Can't... stop... cum...ing!"

It was then that Ozzie started kissing his way up along her torso as her legs fell away to his sides. I continued fondling her tits as he moved upwards, even scooting up a little until my cock was even with Jess's mouth just when Ozzie's black cock grazed against her slick white snatch. I knew it had to be a secret fantasy of hers to suck on one cock while another cock fucked her pussy hard and long. After all this had been her suggestion in the first place. And my theory proved sound as she took hold of my erection in one hand, and Ozzie's in the other, and guided each of us into her, me in her mouth, and him into her sopping wet pussy. Ozzie eased his swollen erection deep into Jess's cunt as she swallowed my prick, and he started to immediately thrust in and out of her as if doing push-ups. I however had her tits firmly in both of my hands. So when he bent his head down to suckle each one in turn I held them steady for him gently squeezing the one he wasn't sucking on at the time. I almost came seeing his cock slick with her lubrication; its veiny sheen as exciting a sight as I'd ever witnessed, not to mention having Jess give me the most spectacular blow job ever while that black cock slammed back and forth in her pussy.

And what a sight it was seeing her cunt stretched out around that nasty black ramrod. It was like watching a boa constrictor going in and out of a wormhole. Or like seeing an elephant trying to get his trunk into a mouse hole for a peanut. Well, maybe my mind exaggerated the experience, but not by much. And with Jess's hands caressing each of us, her legs raised up to snake around, and scissor behind Ozzie's back to help pull him into her on every hard slapping thrust into her now I was as hard as a rock.

Up, and down his black ass rose, and fell like an automaton between my fiancé's milky white thighs making Jess moan, and groan around my prick. Her hips rising and falling in a perfect counter action made her tits wobble on her chest even with me holding them as I was for Ozzie to suck on them. The whole scenario repeating over and over like a broken record as it were soon had Jess on the edge of a tremendous climax of multiple proportions. Watching them fuck was like watching an oil well pump working out in the middle of nowhere, and almost as unexpected due to the stark contrast in the colors of their skin. But that's also what made it so fascinating, and hypnotic to me as well. All thoughts of jealousy wiped from my mind as Ozzie and I worked liked a well tuned engine bringing Jess to one multiple orgasm after another.

Thankfully with Jess so consumed by the rapturous cycles of mini climaxes falling one upon the other her concentration on sucking my dick waned enough to keep me from cuming right away myself. And I wanted desperately to cum in her mouth at the same time that Ozzie dumped his load in her cunt.

"Let me know when your close," I told Ozzie.

"Man," he panted, "I've been close ever since I entered this sweet pussy."

"Let's try to fill her at both ends at the same time. She'll love that."

And just as suddenly Jess focused her attention back on sucking my cock with a real fury, and flare. Taking my cock into her mouth, and down her throat to the short hairs.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out in fair warning to Ozzie. "I'm going to cum!"

"Me too! Her pussy muscles are milking me! Oh yeah, Baby! Here it comes!"

His hips began to slam back and forth harder than ever at a much faster rate of speed, making that distinctive dull slap, slap, slapping sex sound lovers make as their groins slam into each other. And just as he rammed it into her with one last gut busting thrust. And held his cock deep inside up against the entrance to her womb. We both came with intense gusto. Emptying our balls into our respective receptacles at different ends of Jess's body. His black seed filling her fuck funnel, and my white seed getting swallowed down her gullet almost as fast as I was shooting it into her mouth. It was about half way through this dumping of our loads into her body that Jess turned into a flopping fish like creature pulled from the ocean onto the floor of our apartment as she came with a violent zesty orgasm of biblical dimensions. And this time her climax seemed to last for almost five long stretched out minutes all on its own. In fact it was all that Ozzie and I could do after cuming ourselves just to keep our cocks from popping out of her mouth, and cunt until she finished. That's when I pulled my dick out of her mouth. Laying it across her forehead.

"Oh God," and she made that last word a multi vowel swooning sound. 

"You liked that," I stated the obvious, and once again Ozzie bent his head to suckle at her magnificent breasts, but more gently now.

"That was... beyond outrageous! I'm... I'm still... up in orbit!" And then in a more softer, less panting voice; "Every woman should try that at least once before she dies."

"The night is young," I chuckled, "and the Valentine weekend even younger."

"Then we'd better nuke dinner and eat some real food before we try anything else," she giggled.

Jess was right, of course, but after the last attempt to eat real food she was the only one who ended up with any clothes on at all. In fact she'd only lost her thong in the process, and was still dressed as sultry slutty as I'd ever seen her. The difference being that this time she had another man's sperm trickling down along her inner thighs instead of mine. I would have thought yesterday that something like that would set me off on a jealous rage, or tantrum. But after the last hour in our candle lit abode, with the helium filled balloons, sharing her with Ozzie the way I had, and seeing her afterglow, jealousy was the last thing on my mind. I couldn't wait to see her face scrunch up in pleasure when after dinner she would end up with one cock up her pussy, and another up her butt at the same time. That come-fuck-me look of hers was gonna really be put to the test then. And we had the rest of the Valentine weekend to try and wipe that look off of her face. If only for a few tick-tocks of time.



Valentine Ass



Look at them. The Valentines. They are heart-shaped being penetrated in love by Eros, by stiff, prong-ended, hard arrows - flared on the end, tapering to a shaft. The butt is likewise heart-shaped. So we love to penetrate them with a stiff, prong-ended, hard arrow, flared on the end, tapering to a shaft. 

Yes, look at them. So similar. 

Women love it doggie-style - on their knees, face down, their Valentine backside up, taking cock up their cunt. They say the penetration of their twat is deeper that way. It feels better. The dick going way up in them. [Aaaah, I love to reach around and pleasure their clit, toy with their titties, nipples, feel their belly, furry pubes while fucking them from behind, my taut lower abdomen - six-pack, thighs smacking against their butt (Valentine) cheeks, the backs of their thighs; kissing, licking their neck, shoulders, back.] 

Some resist though the prong up their anal orifice.

But look at it. It is a Valentine - a flower, puckered rosette to be opened, pleasured. If loved right they will ask for it. 

The question asked of me by a lover once was: "Have you ever had sex with a man?" Hesitant to say yes, I paused. She then asked, bluntly, "Have you ever had a cock up your ass?" I paused again. 

Then she asked, "Will you fuck me in my ass?"

Without a word I withdrew my cock from her cunt. I painted it up and down in her crack - the cleft of her Valentine - while she held her fleshy, smooth cheeks apar. Slowly, lovingly, I put my knob end - wet from her sucking me, the flowing juices of her hot box, my pre-cum as we were fucking - to her crennelated hole - her flower. 

She pushed back onto me, grunted. I felt my helmet breach her anal sphincter, my rod slide up her rectal channel - tighter, than her also tight, wet, gushy pussy. [The tightness is a factor of the girth of the cock and the sleeve of her cunny.] 

"Oh, fuck," she breathed. "Fuck my ass!" 

The pleasure was so great. Both of us were near weeping. We fucked, rocked, rolled together. 

She pleaded with me, "Oh please fuck my asshole. Fuck it good. Shoot your cum in me, in my loving hole. Finger my cunt. Twiddle my clit. Feel my hard nipples. Kiss my back. Yeeeeah, fuuuuccck my ass."

"Unnngh, unngh, unngh," I groaned, driving my pole back and forth in her hot, tight receptacle. "Oooooh, ooooh, gonna cum, cum. Ahh so good."

Doing all that and finally grasping the sides of her Valentine butt, I worked my cock in her pulsing channel as she came, flooding my hand with her woman juice. She slammed back against me, driving my tool way up in her. 

My fucking cock stiffened more, hardened, swelled thicker, lengthened. Bolts of hot cum, creamy, slimy shot deep into her bowel. She rode me through it. Then she rolled over, sliding me out of her Valentine flower. She grabbed my shank, brought her lips, tongue, mouth to it, cleaned me fresh from her pulsing, gaping back hole. 

I raised her legs, opened them wider with her help, pushed them back. I licked her slimy pussy; tongued her taint, her gaped anus, sucked my cum from the puckered flower of her Valentine ass. We enfolded into a 69, kissed, licked, sucked, stroked, fingered. We fucked again, first in her eager box, then again in the third hole she had yielded to me in our Valentine's Day love.



Valentine Ball



© January 2009.

Aidan studied himself critically in the full-length mirror. He had inherited from his much-missed mother high cheek-bones, fine bone structure full, pouting lips and a slender physique. Raising his arms he performed a slow pirouette. There was only the lightest of dusting of hair under his arms. His body was smooth, his chest adorned with two large chocolate discs which haloed caramel nipples. A few dark wisps led from his navel to a modest nest that framed his sex. Like the rest of him, his manhood was smooth and slender. Although he did not remember his Papa as anything other than grey, he had been told by his Mama that his dark eyes and lush, chestnut tresses were from his father. It seemed that they were the only things he had inherited from his tall, masculine sire.

He gazed sadly at his image, wondering what it was about him that his Papa was so keen to be rid of him now he was of age. He had celebrated his birthday just four months before and now his father was hosting a Valentine Ball. He was expected to wear a white rose denoting purity and availability. His Papa making it clear he expected his son to choose or, equally possibly, be chosen as a suitable marriage partner. He sighed. He knew how happy his parents had been and that they had met at such a Ball. However, he had hardly set foot out of their home and its grounds in the five years since his Mama's death. He had no friends, no confidants; he had not experienced interrelating with people of an appropriate age to consider as marriage partners. 

His last two outings at parties that should have begun his integration with others his age had been a disaster. He had been laughed at and ridiculed for his countrified manners and lack of dancing skills. Now his Papa was bringing a friend in to tutor him personally. He had a distant memory of Murron as a big, dark man, but nothing more. He did not want to be chosen, nor did he want to feel forced into choosing. At the risk of incurring his father's wrath, Aidan had a plan. He was going to hide one of his frockcoats in a tree's hollow by the wishing well. Then he would exchange it for the coat with the detested rose. No one would know him as the Ball was one where all wore full-face masks and wigs. He would change the coats once more before returning home.  

There was one other matter that worried him. He was quite sure his Papa expected him to choose a wife and continue the long and noble blood-line of his family. He was equally sure it would never be. He felt nothing, no matter how attractive the young lady in whose presence he was, when in female company. His heart only fluttered when in the company of men. Aidan was convinced his Papa would be disappointed to find that their family line would end with him. However his Mama had always encouraged him to go with the convictions of his heart and, for the sake of her memory, it was his intention to do just that.

****

Murron smiled at the bellow of his name from Donal as he entered his friend's home. He had last been there for Isabel's funeral and, as he saw the older man striding towards him, he shook his head in amazement. Donal looked no older. He was still tall and powerful, his hair and beard the same grey. It was hard to remember there was twenty years between them as he was swept into a powerful hug.

"You look the same as ever, my friend," Murron said, admiration colouring his voice. "This county air must suit your constitution. Perhaps I should reconsider living in the city?"

"Aye, Murron," Donal laughed. "Your face does look somewhat pasty. Not enough good, clean, fresh air."

The two men laughed companionably.

"You asked if I would tutor Aidan," Murron said. "'Tis hard to believe your boy is now a man."

"Aye," Donal said, a note of sadness creeping into his voice. "He's grown so fast and I will not be around forever. I'm hoping that he will find his future at the Valentine's Ball I'm hosting. Someone he can care for and who will care for him when I'm gone."

"Donal, he came of age just a few months past. You are asking me to act as his tutor. Is he ready to choose?" Murron had not realised that Donal had arranged such a Ball so soon after Aidan's coming of age. It seemed to him that Donal was worrying a little prematurely.

The conversation stopped as Aidan came into view. Murron's tongue cleaved to the roof of his mouth. This... this was the willowy, gangly boy he remembered? The duckling had indeed become a swan. Aidan was nothing less than heart-breakingly beautiful, with his mother's delicacy of features and his father's darkness of hair and eye. Murron could see both female and male alike competing for the young man's favours. However Aiden moved with timidity not confidence, stilted, not graceful. Murron instantly knew he needed first and foremost to teach the young man some self-belief.

"Aidan, please meet your new tutor. This is my friend Murron. Murron, my son Aidan," Donal completed the introductions as the two men simply stood and stared at each other.

Aidan was certain his jaw was hanging open and, if it was, he did not feel he had the ability to shut it. This...this was the big, dark man he remembered? Murron was tall, at least as tall as his Papa and equally broad. His hair was dark and hung straight to his shoulders and a goatee adorned his chin. His eyes were a shade of hazel that almost seemed to shift colour in the light. It seemed to Aidan that not just his heart, but every inner organ he possessed was set aflutter by the handsome, powerful male. 

At the discreet cough from Donal, both men remembered their manners and stepped forward, hands outstretched. However, Aidan's nervousness had once more taken away his coordination. He stumbled as he tried to move quickly and was caught swiftly into Murron's safe embrace.

Murron stared, almost entranced by the beauty in his arms, but rapidly remembered the boy's father was present. He set Aidan on his feet and held out his hand once more, a smile on his lips. The blush that stained the younger man's cheeks seemed only to enhance his exquisite features. Murron kept firm control as a frisson passed between them as their hands clasped together. He was here as the boy's tutor, Donal putting Aidan in Murron's care. The older man knew he would have to keep his libido under firm control for the duration of his visit.

****

Murron materialized by the old stone well an hour before sunset, surprising the dark-haired beauty polishing his manners. Aidan jumped in surprise and stumbled over his books, ending up on his knees before the smiling man.

"Looks like we'll have to add walking before dancing to the list of things you need to work on," Murron tried for a jest.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Aidan scrambled to his feet, blushing furiously. Now the older man must think him totally inept. He kept his head down.

"Well, the dance is as yet a couple of weeks away. I expect that we can get you perfected by then. Would you like some extra tuition?" Murron asked softly. He smiled his encouragement as Aidan peeked shyly at him. He smiled wider as Aidan nodded his agreement. He had a thought that perhaps outside of the classroom environment, the young man might feel less inhibited.

By the time they completed the preliminaries, Aidan was so tired that Murron escorted him into the house to retire to sleep and the older man then headed gratefully back to his room. They had covered such pleasantries as approaching a woman, kissing her hand, compliments, dining etiquette and strolling between dances. Murron had assured the obviously concerned young man that, apart from the kiss, there would be little difference if he wanted to approach, or was approached by, a man.

Murron decided he needed strong drink before trying to teach Aidan to dance, not simply follow in his steps, but to have the lithe frame in his arms. Aidan was devastatingly beautiful to the older man's eyes and he had seen many beauties of both sexes in his time. Aidan was actually trying to mimic Murron's every move, which the older man found endearingly captivating. From their conversations, it was apparent that Aidan had no real friends and no one who had ever taken the time to truly get to know him.

He stripped gratefully from his clothing, letting air from the open window cool his heated, furred body. Thinking of Aidan had caused his sex to rise. He reached for his manhood, stroking it to full hardness as he let the breeze play about his thighs and sac. He moved to the bed and stretched languorously, spreading his legs wide. He played with the thicket of fur surrounding his shaft and then tugged up the prominent treasure trail before playing with his nipples. He groaned and writhed as pleasure began to suffuse his body. He worked himself harder, faster, pre-come slicking the long, thick column. He slid his fingers to tease his perineum as he began to pant, his breath catching. A fingertip pressing at his entrance pushed him over the edge and pearlescent strands of his seed decorated his torso. 

Desultorily, he reached for the towel he had thrown on his bed to clean himself. He was not surprised that Aidan's face had come to mind as he had reached his apex. Murron's last thought before he went to sleep was that he would like to take the time to get to know the young man.

****

Murron was surprised that Aidan was not with them for dinner as he joined Donal for the evening meal at the conclusion of his second day as Aidan's tutor. He looked at the two place settings.

"Donal, where is Aidan?"

"He has a meal in his schoolroom at the conclusion of his lessons. He is then free to walk in the gardens till the sun sets and then retire to his room," Donal replied.

"My friend," Murron said slowly. "You invited me here to polish your son's social skills, his etiquette and his dancing. You have told me that you are hosting a Valentine Ball at which you will send Aidan out, wearing the white rose, where he can be approached with a view to be taken in marriage with your approval. Yet you still have him completing a childish ritual, not even taking his place as an adult at your table. Have you truly thought this through?" He watched his friend's face as Donal digested what he had heard.

"I was so much older than Isabel," the older man sighed. "I did not expect that she would pass away first and leave me alone with our son. I became afraid to let him even leave the house. I'm not getting younger and wanted him to find the one to love him as Isabel and I loved. We found each other at a Valentine Ball."

"You and Isabel were very blessed," Murron said softly. "But you cannot simply expect history to repeat itself. Surely it would be better to let Aidan mix with some younger people for a year or two and in that way meet his wife-to-be."

"I very much doubt it will be a wife my son would choose," Donal said, watching from the corner of his eye to see his friend's reaction. He hid a small smile as Murron blinked, his mouth opening and closing silently as that information was processed.

"He would be more inclined to select a...husband?" Murron clarified, wanting to ensure he understood his friend.

"I believe so," Donal nodded. "Not that we have discussed such matters, but I have eyes and ears. It was not my son that told me of the jibes and jests at his expense. That is why I entrusted him to you, a friend who will treat him as he deserves. Perhaps I do need to rethink Aidan's future," he added thoughtfully. "However, I cannot cancel the Ball."

"Nor is there need to," Murron smiled, now recovered from the shock of Donal's unexpected revelation. "Just consider whether you want to chance Aidan's future and happiness on a masked Ball."

****

Aidan was surprised and nervous to find that he was to join his Papa and Murron for the evening meal after another session of extra tuition in the gardens. It seemed his feet were more agile on the grass and the ritual had already become one he anticipated with delight. He took a fortifying breath as he reached the dining room door and stepped inside.

The meal passed swiftly, his father and Murron engaging him in conversation that Aidan found most enjoyable. He was even invited into the sitting room afterwards to share in some port with the older men. He was given just a half measure in one of his Papa's crystal glasses. However, just a couple of sips in conjunction with his active day and nervousness about the meal had Aidan's eyes determined to close against the young man's wishes. He lost track of the conversation, listening instead to the sound and inflection of Murron's speech, a soft smile of contentment on his lips. His mind drifted to their lessons in the garden and he saw in his mind Murron bowing to him and asking him to dance.

"Yes please, Murron," he murmured, unaware he had spoken aloud until he heard the shocked splutter from Murron and a laugh from his father. His eyes flew open to see Murron's face tinged with pink and his father grinning broadly. His father supplied the answer to the question his lips refused to form.

"Murron noticed you seemed to be drowsing, my son," Donal said. "He asked if you wished to retire to bed."

Aidan's face positively glowed with embarrassment. What man would ever find him a suitable mate and what must Murron think of him? He mumbled his apology, not daring to meet the older man's eyes. He was therefore surprised to find his head tilted upwards by an insistent finger.

"Apology accepted, Aidan," Murron said softly, not wanting to put any barriers between himself and the painfully shy young man. "You have had a tiring day. Sleep well."

"Thank you," Aidan whispered. "You, too, Murron. Goodnight, Papa." Still somewhat disorientated from his faux pas, he bent to kiss his father, something he had always done when the older man had come to wish him 'goodnight', but which had stopped over the last year.

Donal felt warmth spread through his body. He had stopped going to his son's room, thinking the younger man getting too old. He was beginning to realise how little he truly knew of his son. His eyes flitted between Murron and Aidan as they smiled at one another. He was pleased they were getting on so well together. Very pleased.

****

Time seemed to fly past. Aidan had been an assiduous and adept pupil. However Murron felt that, in truth, the youth was simply proving an excellent mimic. The etiquette and dancing skills he now possessed, as perfect as they were, still seemed stilted and wooden and would remain so on the day of the Ball. The beauty's heart was not in either and Murron longed to see the 'real' Aidan. 

Murron watched from the edge of the trees as Aidan practiced his bow and compliments and taking a few little dance steps alone. Away from the classroom, and other's eyes, the young man was possessed of grace and lightness of foot and Murron's heart ached to see Aiden so relaxed when thinking he was alone and unobserved. They had dined late that afternoon, as Donal had to travel into town for some last-minute arrangements, but Aidan had still requested the outside lessons.

"That's a lovely shade of blue. May I have this dance?" Aidan kissed an imaginary hand, unaware of the eyes that followed his every moved. He lost himself in the arms of his imaginary lover, knowing only that he would be tall and broad like Murron and wishing he would possess the same haunting hazel eyes.

"Very good, Aidan," Murron applauded briefly.

Aidan whirled and almost over balanced. 

Murron put out a steadying hand and found himself once more with an armful of beautiful youth. The temptation to kiss the pink lips, open in an 'oh' of surprise was almost overwhelming. It took a feat of self-control Murron barely knew himself capable of not to give in to temptation. Donal had entrusted his son to him and he would not take advantage of the young ingénue. 

As with previous nights, they added a late-evening class to the one in the classroom. The dancing went well. Murron found that Aidan remained light on his feet although his attention seemed to focus on holding onto Murron and watching his every move.

"Talking would be appropriate, Aidan. Your partner is going to expect a compliment or comment," Murron gestured with their clasped hands. "Something like; 'your eyes are as dark and majestic as the heavens'," he added. Although he used it as an example, Murron spoke the words from his heart.

Aidan looked up, a worried frown on his face. 

"Talk and dance? At the same time? I can see a catastrophic event in the offing," Aidan smiled and blushed.

Murron laughed softly. The young man seemed happy to denigrate himself. It was as though he was trying to pre-empt and defuse potential criticism.

"Aidan, do not keep putting yourself down," he chided softly." I often find it appreciated when I am dark and brooding. Perhaps that might work." He knew it would not, the young male he held was too boyish to achieve such a feat, but something prodded the older man into seeing how the younger man responded.

"Oh, yes, Murron, you do it so well," Aidan sighed. He continued moving almost dreamily, looking shyly up at his dance partner. 

They continued to practice, their movements flowing and they waltzed around the glade without a stumble. They stopped by the well and, for a brief moment, Murron felt a familiar stirring at his groin before quickly stepping away from the man in his arms. They practiced dining etiquette again and then it was time for Aidan to retire.

"Thank you, Murron," Aidan said sleepily, before hiding a yawn. 

"It is my pleasure," Murron smiled, doffing a slight bow.

"No, 'tis mine," Aidan whispered as he wandered back to the house, unaware that the softly spoken words had been heard. He did not know how or when or even why, but his heart was filled with love for the quietly-spoken, reserved man. However, he was sure Murron only saw him as a pupil, or as his friend's son. He did not see him as a man or as a possible mate. Aidan was certain that when Murron finally left, his heart would shatter and yet knew not how to confess his feelings. His heart was heavy as he returned to his room. 

**** 

Donal spotted his son hastening towards the windows that led into the garden and knew he was meeting Murron.

"Aidan, a moment if you please," he called.

"Yes, Papa?" Aidan asked as he instantly stopped.

"The Ball is but a few days away," Donal said, choosing his words with care. "Are you looking forward to it?"

"I...I do not want to disappoint you, Papa," Aidan whispered. He did not know how to answer truthfully that he dreaded it.

"Aidan," Donal said softly, his hand on his son's shoulder. "You are intelligent and graceful." He had taken Murron's advice and quietly observed Aidan dancing in the garden with his friend. It was quite a different Aidan from the wooden one he saw in the classroom and the sight had given him much to consider. "And even if, which I know will not happen, you stood on your dance partner's foot in each and every dance you had, you would still not disappoint me. I seek your happiness, Aidan. Always." He pressed a kiss to his son's cheek and another to the top of the dark tresses as he was impetuously hugged tightly.

"Thank you, Papa. I love you," Aidan husked from the broadness of Donal's chest.

"I love you, my son. Now go and exhaust Murron and have fun," he added. His smile turned thoughtful as Aidan scampered happily away.

****

Finally, it was the night of the Ball and Aidan was dressed and staring at his reflection and the image he presented. He wore well-fitting, black velvet pants, a white silk shirt with flowing sleeves and a simple black, sleeveless bolero jacket, in which was the requisite and detested white rose. His shoes were polished to a high shine and his hair tied in a ponytail with black velvet ribbon. He took a deep breath and went to his tutor's room. Tapping on it he stood and waited for Murron to answer. As the door opened, he turned slowly for the older man's approval.




Valentine Ball



Murron felt a glow of satisfaction at his protégé, although he wished there was another word he could employ to describe the beautiful youth.

"You look good, Aidan. Let's us go to your father. I can already hear the music from here."

Aiden let himself be passed into his father's care as Murron evaporated from sight. The young man felt bereft at his absence, but tried to push it from his mind.

"If you are asked by one that does not please you for a dance, or more, you have the right to refuse, Aidan," his father whispered in his ear. "I want your happiness. I would regret for the rest of my life you chose, or allowed yourself to be chosen, just for my sake. I love you, my son."

"I love you, too," the younger man swallowed. He felt his father's lips on his brow and then there was an insistent push in the small of his back.

"Murron has said how well you now dance. Go and have fun, Aidan." He plucked the rose from Aidan's jacket, settling it in a buttonhole for himself. "I should perhaps have told you I had decided against you wearing this sooner. Now you are just one of the revellers," he smiled. "Dance with whoever you want as much as you wish. I will be near the house and if at any time you feel uncomfortable, come to me."

"Yes, Papa, thank you," Aidan smiled back. Relief and joy flooded his system and he hugged his father tightly. He put on his gold mask with golden wig and took a deep breath.

Donal nodded his approval as Aidan moved forward. Those few simple words had been enough to clearly infuse confidence into his boy. Aiden's movements went from wooden to graceful and his head was high. His friend had been right. Aidan needed freedom to find the right one to love and who would love him equally in return. The thought in his mind, Donal's smile suddenly widened. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, plucking at his beard as was his habit when thinking deeply. An idea had been blossoming in his mind for some days now. He decided it was time to see if it bore fruit. With a last affectionate look in the direction of his son, he moved swiftly away. If he was right, he would be a very happy man.

****

Aidan bowed as he left a young woman glowing from their dance. She had stood aside, as he had done so often, and he had felt impelled to draw her from the shadows. He grinned behind his mask to see that there were now two potential partners for her to choose from.

"You dance very well." 

The voice made Aidan start and he whirled quickly. His mask muffled his gasp at the man before him. He was tall and broad, so achingly similar in build to Murron that the young man bit back a soft groan. He was dressed in figure-hugging, midnight-blue velvet pants and matching jacket. His shirt was cream and ruffled down the front. His mask was silver and decorated with peacock feathers, so it was impossible to detect anything of the man's face or eyes. A white wig fell to his shoulders.

"Thank you, sir," Aiden said with a slight bow. "I had an excellent teacher," he added, his voice unconsciously wistful.

"She must be proud of you," the stranger replied.

"He," Aidan corrected instantly. "And I would like to think he is."

"Would you care to walk with me, perhaps dance?"

Aidan considered the request and nodded his acquiescence.

They walked in silence down the slight hill through the tree-lined grove, passing men and women in brightly coloured dress and elaborate masks and wigs. Some were engrossed in their dancing, bodies pressed tightly together.

"Here," his companion selected, choosing the secluded niche where the well stood. "Where I may have you to myself."

Aidan blushed to the roots of his hair, glad the other man could not see. He could not help but wish it was he and Murron dancing together by the well. Then he found himself whisked into strong arms and whirled effortlessly and expertly around the small clearing. He was surprised at how comfortable he felt in the strong arms. One dance was followed by another until Aidan was panting from the exertion.

"Please, sir, I must catch my breath," he gasped.

"I am reluctant to let you leave my arms," the older man rasped.

Aidan felt a sudden frisson and pushed with a strength his boyish frame belied.

"I...I am sorry, sir," he said, quickly putting distance between himself and the bigger male. "I did not mean for you to expect more from me than a dance."

"You are already spoken for?" the other man asked.

"Yes...no," Aidan said, his head dropping. "No," he whispered. "But I do wish to be loved by them, sir."

"He does not return your love?"

"He does not even know how I feel," Aidan sighed, not even noticing that the stranger had said 'he'. "Even if he did, I do not know that he would return my feelings or that my father would approve."

"And if you thought he could return them, you would be happy?"

"Oh yes, sir," Aiden replied, his eyes shining.

"What makes you so certain it is love? You sound very young. Have you loved before?"

"No, sir," Aidan whispered. "I never mixed with others to learn of love, my father became very protective after my mother died. Yet when I am with Mu...with him, my heart soars and I feel as though I could fly and reach the heavens," Aidan said, quickly covering up the name of the man he loved. "There are times when he gets a kind of glint in his eyes and his left eyebrow raises just before he makes a remark which makes my stomach flutter and his laugh...I wish I could make him laugh and his eyes shine like that all the time."

"Look at me, Aidan," the man husked and slowly removed his mask.

Aidan's eyes widened as Murron stood before him and then he was in the bigger man's arms as the world suddenly greyed and he felt he would swoon. 

"Are you ill?" Murron asked as he held the young beauty. He removed Aidan's mask quickly in case it impeded the youth's breaths and watched as impossibly long lashes fluttered against a too-pale cheek.

"Murron?" Aiden whispered. He mourned the loss of the strong arms as he was released to stand before the other man.

"Aye, 'tis me," the older man whispered. "Your father came and asked whether I felt more than friendship for you and I confessed my heart. I had held my tongue lest he thought I had taken advantage of you in some way. He believed and I prayed that you might feel the same for me and it seems we were correct."

Aiden's small hands reached and framed the face of the man he had fallen in love with.

"If I am still able to make my choice this night, Murron, I choose you, if you will have me?" Aidan's voice was tremulous. It was one thing to have let the older man know how he felt, but did Murron feel enough in return to want Aiden as a life-mate.

"How could I refuse?" Murron whispered. "No one has ever made me feel as you do. Let me kiss you, my sweet one, please."

Aidan blushed and nodded hesitantly. His eyes fluttered closed and lips opened on a sigh as he was enveloped in strong arms once more.

Murron moved closer and gently kissed trembling lips. 'Sweet, just as I knew he would be', he thought as he looked at the vision of loveliness he held. But Aidan's eyes remained closed and simply swayed closer in Murron's arms. He licked his lips unconsciously and Murron found himself watching that small movement, wanting to feel the wet, pink muscle entwined with his own.

"I think I need another, my sweet" he husked as Aidan's eyes finally opened slowly and gazed into Murron's, shining with the depth of emotion the younger man felt. Murron reached out and pulled the unresisting body tightly against his, feeling Aidan's soft body encased in silk and velvet. One arm was at the small of Aidan's back, the other across his shoulders, melding the slender frame tightly to his.

Slowly, he lowered his mouth to the tempting lips that were still parted and slid his tongue into the honey-sweet depths. Aidan opened as Murron pressed deeper and Murron found the different tastes and textures more intoxicating than anything he had ever experienced. They were both gasping for breath when he finally drew back to look at the young man. Aidan's faced was flushed, lips swollen, eyes glazed and his body aroused. The bulge at the dark beauty's groin was so irresistible that Murron covered it possessively. 

"I love you," he husked. "Are you certain you want me? I could not bear it if I were offered paradise only for it to be cruelly taken away in the light of day."

"I love you, Murron. I want you. I will not change my mind. Come, let us find Papa and let him know. Will you believe me then?"

"I think I shall only believe I have truly awakened from my dreams when I have you naked and writhing beneath me," Murron growled. The low moan and hitch of slender hips, pressing the enticing hardness into his hand almost undid the older male. He forced his hand to move away. "However, I will be appeased for now by speaking to your father."

****

A year went by, for two with interminable slowness, for one faster than any preceding year. 

For the sake of Aidan's reputation, Murron moved out of his friend's house. He briefly went home to arrange for its sale and when he returned, took up lodgings in the town. He met with Aidan daily and they walked in the gardens. It became more and more difficult to refrain from touching hidden sweetness, but Murron was determined that Aidan would remain virgin till their wedding day.

For Donal, there was a wedding to arrange with all the intricacies it involved, invites to be penned and sent and his wedding present to the couple to complete; a lodge in his grounds. He was building them a home that was big enough for the couple to be comfortable in, far enough away from his house for their privacy and yet near enough that his son could wander to visit him easily every day. He was glad that he had heeded Murron's words, and more, that he had recognised the hidden feelings his friend had for his son. He had never seen either man look so happy. The Valentine Ball, although in unexpected ways, had resulted in Aidan finding love. It was all Donal's heart could ever have asked for.

****

Aidan and Murron burst laughingly into their bedroom. All the necessary formalities were over and they were finally... finally married. They had stayed for the post-wedding party for as short a time as was decent and required of the newly wedded. Then, with a quiet farewell to Donal, they had literally run to their new home. They gazed lovingly into each other's eyes and Aidan slid into Murron's arms and then that laughing mouth was on his and they were sharing a breath that seemed to last forever. The older man's lips moved across his cheek and down his neck, trailing fire in their wake. 

"Do you feel ready to go further this night, my sweet love?" Murron husked in a voice like dark velvet in Aidan's ear.

"Oh, yes, Murron," Aidan arched at the fire that ignited when Murron moved his mouth from his ear and nibbled at the base of his throat. The heat seemed to radiate in waves and made him ache for more. 

Slowly, reverently, Murron denuded the lithe physique, a low groan of adoration escaping his lips as the beauty of Aidan's nakedness was revealed to him. He fell to his knees, stroking the soft skin of Aidan's thighs, pressing open-mouthed kisses across the warm belly. The youth's manhood was erect and a glistening pearl caught Murron's eye. Leaning forward, he licked it away, the taste as sweet and addictive as he had known it would be. The soft cry and bucking of slender hips reminded him of Aidan's innocence. Murron stopped what he was doing and moved back up to stand beside him. His dark eyes were tender as he gazed at his young, virginal mate.

"Show me how to please you, Murron," Aidan begged,

"Aidan, you are beautiful, gentle and loving and every touch you give me or permit me is a gift that I have never received before. The unique gift of yourself and that pleases me more than I can ever put into words." 

Aidan blushed scarlet and reached up a trembling hand, still hardly believing that he could, that they were truly here, and married, about to consummate their love and brushed the hair from the brow of his husband. Murron caught the small hand and nestled a kiss into the palm that sent a shard like lightning up Aidan's arm. 

"There is so much more to experience, Aidan. Let me show you." Murron's dark eyes glowed with barely controlled desire.

Aidan found himself panting, aching, fearing and wanting all at the same time from the knowledge of what Murron wanted to do with him, to him. Aidan gasped as he was swept into Murron's arms and carried with ease to the bed. It was a magnificent four-poster and as Aidan regarded it with mounting excitement and trepidation he could see the single, red rose that adorned the white, linen pillow. He was laid on a thick, soft coverlet of forest green and could not resist writhing as Murron climbed to straddle him. 

"Now I believe my dreams have come true," Murron rasped as he covered the slender body with his own.

Aidan's movements increased at the sensations flowing through his body and the words spoken in such desire-drenched tones. The thick hair on Murron's chest and legs tickled his smooth skin. Curls enmeshed where their groins met and Aidan could not help but arch into the solid body that covered his, wanting, needing something to ease the ache in his throbbing manhood.

Murron dropped his head to capture Aidan's lips as his lover's hands clutched his shoulders to pull him closer. Their tongues moved in a slow, sweet dance whilst one of Murron's hands slipped between them and gathered both shafts in one powerful embrace. His fingers pressed swollen flesh together, increasing friction, pre-come flowing freely to help them slide together.

Aidan felt his blood rising and heating and desperately sought release. But more than his own pleasure, he wanted to give Murron the gift of glory. He was uncertain of how to achieve his aim and his brain was partially befuddled with the actions to his own body. However, his hands began to move down the powerful, muscular back and fell of their own volition on the narrow hips, pulling Murron closer in time to his own upward thrusts. He moaned and writhed as pleasure built on pleasure until nothing existed but heat and passion and he began to pulse out his release. With a surge of delight he heard Murron groan and his lover's cream poured onto his tingling skin.

They lay in a satiated afterglow, their harsh breathing slowly returning to normal. Aidan had never felt anything like this before. He had stroked himself and attained release, but this feeling seemed to envelop him in softness and boneless contentment as Murron nuzzled at his breasts, sucking each in turn. He was taken unawares as his body, despite its completion, began to respond to Murron's ministrations. He gasped and wriggled erotically as his lover's tongue bathed his body, cleansing him. Then his eyes widened as Murron ran his finger over his own body to collect some of the crème that adorned his skin.

"Taste us, love," he whispered. "Taste how sweet we are."

Aidan opened his mouth and sucked in the two digits offered to him. There was saltiness as well as sweetness, but the thought that it was Murron he tasted sent dulcet bolts to his lower belly, his groin tightened and his sex twitched. He moaned encouragingly as Murron resumed the intimate caresses he had begun earlier. He spread his legs wider, offering himself as large hands trailed languidly down to his sac, squeezing the precious orbs, gently sliding them together and apart. Then Murron was kissing him again and Aidan moaned when one thick, oil slick finger breached his most private place. He tensed instinctively as muscles tried to clamp tightly, but Murron just moved the digit in and out slowly, mimicking the movement with his tongue. Aidan slowly relaxed, curious as to what came next. 

"It gets better, love. Just relax, just my fingers for now, my sweet," Murron whispered encouragingly, running his tongue around Aidan's ear to tickle the sensitive skin.

"I trust you," Aidan murmured as Murron moved down to suckle on one of his nipples. "Oh, that feels so good."

The pleased rumble against his chest sent a wave of need through his body and when Murron's finger slid out he felt bereft. Then there were two pushing inside him, wriggling around in little movements. The fullness had grown comfortable when the fingers surged even deeper and Aidan screamed as pleasure ignited within him. He bucked and writhed, his eyes opening wide with shock. He looked to Murron for reassurance and saw the older man regarding him with a tender smile on his lips. 

"What was that?" He cried out as it happened again, flames of passion sending a torrent of heat to suffuse his lower body.

"It is pleasurable?" Murron asked, watching him closely.

Aidan moaned, pushing back onto the tormenting fingers and Murron relaxed and smiled.

"I think 'yes'," the older man murmured. Murron moved his other hand to a firm grip on Aidan's resurgent sex.

Aidan did not know how to deal with the dual stimulus. He wanted to push down and thrust up and the fire was raging inside him. He thrashed, almost mindlessly, pleas spilling from his kiss-swollen lips. 

"Murron, what can I do for you? Show me how to make you feel as good," he pleaded.

Murron's eyes seemed to blaze with the same inferno consuming Aidan.

"I need to be inside you, so deep that I reach your heart. It will hurt at first, I will not lie, and I am willing to wait as long as you need, my sweet. It need not be this night. We can stop here." Murron made the offer although the older man wanted nothing more than to sink into his beautiful mate's virginal heat.

"No," Aidan insisted, reaching for Murron's prodigious manhood, stroking it hesitantly. "We both need this and then we'll truly be as one. Please, Murron, consummate our love."

Murron tenderly cupped his lover's flushed face, kissing Aidan's soft lips. 

"No one has ever offered such a beautiful gift to me," he husked. Murron then began an amatory assault on every one of Aidan's newly discovered weaknesses, sucking an earlobe, nibbling down the expanse of exposed throat, a gentle bite to nipples hard and proud from earlier attentions. 

Pleasure built on pleasure within Aidan until his entire body was ablaze with need. He moaned continuously, allowing Murron to touch him as he willed. He felt unable to move under his own volition except to writhe. Tormenting fingers, slick with oil, delved deep inside him. A third crowded inside to stretch him wide. Aidan was bereft when the fingers withdrew and he was positioned on his side away from the bigger male. He whimpered needily, reassured only when Murron crooned in his ear. His hands then clutched the bed linen when Murron spooned up tight against his back, nudging his legs upwards, his iron-hard phallus like a brand against Aidan's buttocks.

"Relax, Aidan. Breathe deep," Murron's deep voice instructed him. "I'm going to enter you."

Aidan obeyed but before he could exhale, Murron pushed in. Aidan cried out at the unexpected pain, his virginal sheath clenching in protest and he tried to pull away. Strong arms kelp him in place and he struggled to find breath.

"Relax and breathe, Aidan," Murron pleaded, willing to withdraw if his lover could not cope. Then a small hand gripped his thigh. In response, the older man's hands stroked soothingly up and down Aidan's chest, tweaking each taut teat and fondling flaccid flesh whilst he remained unmoving within the tightness of Aidan's body. 

Aidan took a deep breath as instructed, then another. Slowly, he felt his muscles unclench and tentatively relax around the desired intruder. Pain became a dull ache and the fullness grew satisfying. His hips moved fractionally and, at the almost subliminal invitation, Murron slowly slid completely home and for Aidan only the delicious feeling of being filled with the man he loved finally remained. 




Valentine Ball



"Aidan, you are mine." Murron had never experienced such tight, searing heat. It was sublime, paradise, and he knew he would never want another. The man in his arms was truly the other half of his soul.

Murron's words were spoken hotly into his ear, and the heat of his breath seemed to scorch Aidan's very soul.

"Yours," he ceded on a sigh, content to lie that way forever. He felt loved, desired and completed in a way he never knew possible.

Murron began a careful slide backwards making Aidan restless, but as he thrust forward he brushed Aidan's jewel, making his lover cry out in delight. As his hips moved faster, urging him closer towards glory, Murron became lost in passion. It was ecstasy, it was destiny. He had never experienced this level of pleasure or depth of connection for any other than the special young man he loved. It seemed as though the tight sheath of Aidan's body had been designed especially for him or his flesh to fit perfectly inside his lover. Or just that they were made for each other.

Aidan twisted the linen in his hands, pushing back in instinctive movements, but Murron held his hips still and thrust with a controlled power. Aidan slowly became a being that existed for pleasure. The flames of passion burned higher, brighter, more intense, infusing Aidan's body with an almost irresistible need to erupt or combust. Murron's hand reached around and stroked his maleness, flicking a practised thumb over the increasingly sensitised head with every upstroke. Finally the fire within could be contained no more. Aidan erupted, his release fountaining free, his voice a scream of pure bliss. Dimly, he heard an echoing shout from the bigger male and he felt pulse after pulse of liquid fire filling him.

Murron kissed the man in his arms. Passion was currently no more smouldering embers but he knew it would take but a look from Aidan to fan them back into an inferno. He felt himself slip from paradise and he so he turned and cradled his new husband to his chest, stroking the slim arm that draped leadenly across his waist. So soft and yet so strong, he thought. He smiled into sated sienna depths.

"I thought the Valentine Ball would be my doom," Aidan whispered, his throat hoarse from screaming. "Instead it brought me my destiny. I love you so much, Murron."

"And I you. I never thought that answering Donal's plea for help would lead me to my heart's desire and yet I have it here in my arms. Happy Valentine's Day, my sweet."

"Happy Valentine's Day," Aidan replied.

Their lips met and Murron moved to take his place between his husband's spread thighs once more. As their tongues sinuously slid against one another, passion ignited anew and, as darkness fell, the sound of lovers lost in mutual pleasure permeated long into the night.