0 comments/ 15035 views/ 1 favorites Noctim By: mystic_rain_goddess "Maybe I just need to get away for a few minutes," Camille thought to herself as she paced around her dark office for the seventeenth time. "This has to end," she sighed. She tore through her closet looking for her jacket and threw it on as she walked out the door. It was already evening; the day had passed without notice. The darkness was setting in and Camille felt relieved in some small way. Her mind as cloudy as the evening sky, she stormed through the doors of a small diner down the street from where she worked. Her mind was a hundred miles from the strong black coffee that stared her in the face. "What the hell had happened last night?" she chastised herself. Flashbacks from the night before came pouring into her consciousness – half-remembered images of pulse-like dancing, of conversation, of... pleasure. The most definitive memory was that of pleasure overcoming her body as she stared into dark eyes. She could barely make out the face that held the dark, piercing eyes, but she could see the darkened orbs gazing into her, penetrating her very being. What had happened? And why did the eyes look so familiar? She stared into her coffee as elusive images came to her. Where had she been and what had happened? The questions played over and over again in her mind, but without answers. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the waitress staring at her blankly, popping her day-old chewing gum. "More coffee?" she whined quizzically. Camille took inventory of her still-full mug and declined politely. "No, but thanks," she managed. She stared out the window of the diner, her thoughts pacing around in her head like the pedestrians outside. "What do I remember, exactly?" she asked herself out loud. Little came to her other than the memory of walking home... she felt out of place, suddenly, and then... nothing. What was she to make of that? She remembered feeling out of place, being somewhere else, suddenly. A flash came to her, and then... finally she could remember at least glimpses... her mind played images of a dark crowd of beautiful people staring at her; all were dressed fashionably, if not somewhat... minimally? They were dancing as if intoxicated by some exotic drug – bodies pulsing against one another – and they all stared at her, as if she didn't quite fit in. And she felt as though she didn't. She felt definitively out of place. Again her coffee awakened her. She paid her tab and headed back to the office. Halfway back she felt the pressing need to divert her path. She turned down a road she had never remembered seeing, though she walked it instinctively, avoiding potholes and litter as though she had walked it a thousand times before. A voice startled her, however familiar it sounded. "Camille!" it called after her steadily. "Camille, wait! I have what you seek." Camille searched for the voice, pivoting on her heel. Her raven hair spun out in a perfect circle as she pivoted. She saw no one, though she had expected as much. Suddenly she felt unsettled and scared. "Who are you? Better yet... where are you?" Camille interrogated. "I am right here," said the smooth, male voice, sounding closer, yet. She turned and nearly ran into a man she instantly recognized, but did not know. His ivory skin contrasted his long, straight black hair. He wore a broken-in black leather jacket over his black shirt. She gasped loudly. "There's no need to be afraid, Camille, we know one another much better than you realize." She wanted to argue with that statement, but the truth of it rang loudly in her ears. She felt as though she did know him, just not in any way she could place. Maybe from some lurid dream, but that's all the further she could discern... until she looked into his eyes. His eyes drew her instantly to him, and she was held captive. She recognized them without hesitation as those of her lover from the night before. She again gasped, but only with recognition. "Ah, yes, Camille, I know you were a smart one from the moment we first met. I knew you would begin putting it together. Already I hear your thoughts making subtle connections, but you have yet to take it all to the next logical step, which is closer to the truth. The full truth, at least." She could feel him inside of her head, probing her thoughts, her most secret places inside of her mind. He knew everything of her, she knew already, but she knew so little of him. "Nonsense!" he interjected immediately into her thought, offended. "You have yet to try to know me in the ways which I know you." His voice had completely disappeared in the physical world and was now entirely inside of her head. He whispered in a debonair voice, "You already know me intimately. Do you remember the love we've made under the blessed cover of the night? Do you remember the way I've made you scream? Know that you've brought me equal pleasure." He paused, his eyes flashing, pleased. He clearly admired her, at the very least. He then added, "You are a talented lover, and an amazing woman. I fear the combination has proven too much for me... I believe I've fallen for you, Camille." "What?" she asked, in her head, this time, surprising even herself at her power. "So much better, my love. You've always been such a quick student in your dream world, but here I was afraid you might not learn the rules. I took you there last night... to that world you vaguely remember... the one of dancing and beauty. You felt out of place, but that will pass in time." "What are you talking about?" she echoed, knowing the answer to her own question. "Think, Camille... when have you not felt at home under the cover of night. When have you ever been able to truly communicate with those around you? When have you ever not escaped into your dream world? When have you ever felt right, here?" "That's not to say anything, Lorienne!" she countered wildly. The name slipped from her tongue, but she knew it was right. "So, you are beginning to remember! You are beginning to shed the ignorant grasp of the mundane!" His eyes blazed with passion and happiness... with a kind of splendor she had rarely seen in her everyday life. She knew he was a creature of the night, though she did not know his exact nature. Again reading her thoughts, or her reading his, he explained, "I walk in night, my fair Camille. I have come to you in your dreams for years and taken you to my world while you sleep. Last night you walked on the border between our worlds and I was too tempted by your beauty... I could not resist. I had to take you while you were awake, at least mostly awake. I'd never made love with you when you were awake, and I crave you, now. I crave you to know me in both waking and sleeping hours. I suppose, however, I still haven't answered your question. I am not, let me assure you, a vampire, as must be your first thought." He paused, smiling. "Your next though, and I can hear it even now, is that I am an incubus or a succubus, but you can't remember which one applies to a male. But, alas, I am not that, either. No, I am a Noctim, or night imp, in your language. I reign in dreams and live in darkness, feeding only off of pleasure and passion." He paused now, gauging her expression... allowing her to digest the information. She stared at him, he looked so human, and yet so... inhuman. His skin shone under the moonlight in a way that a human's never would. It gleamed in the moonlight as one's does in the sunlight. His hair, his eyes... both of a human color and texture, but yet smoother... more perfect. He was tall and handsome and intimidating at the same time, and he wanted to take her away. He told her of pleasures of his world and an escape from here... it was hard for her to resist, even now. And, oh! The things he said... was he honest in his advances, or was this another dream? "Camille, I have sought you for years. It is not the way of my kind of fall in love easily, but I have pursued you for a short eternity. Don't tell me that you don't remember making love with me in your dreams, your body dancing against mine in pleasure for full nights. I suppose it's usually the nights that you don't remember your dreams that we meet. It would be harder for you to have remembered than to have forgotten." Suddenly, as though he had let loose the sky, memories came pouring down upon her, deluging her in remembrance. "I feel myself falling in love with you in the late hours of the night, making incredible love with you for what seemed to be forever, dancing closely with you to music with no sound. I remember... but what does that mean? What magic is this?" "None more than that which you have always possessed." Camille paused, remembering the years she had spent in dreams with Lorienne... remembered falling in love with him in his world. He had unlocked her nighttime memories, and suddenly she longed to be there. She could feel ever sensation amplified – every touch intensified, every sound magnified, every taste a feast, every sight one of beauty. If this was his world, she wanted to be a part of it. She pleaded, "Show me, please Lorienne. I want to know how to be with you. Now that I see your world, the world we make ours at night, I want to be a part of it." "You must be certain of that, as few return to the light after this. You will undergo a transformation I am hard-pressed to describe. If you returned, your senses may go numb... your mind will never be content with this world, again. You will not be the same creature. Please tell me you understand what I'm telling you." She paused, digesting the information. She remembered the promises she and Lorienne had made to one another in the sweet darkness of night, and wanted to fulfill those promises. "Yes, I understand, and I want to see it, to know it... to be with you always." Overwhelmed for possibly the first time in his immortal life, Lorienne reached for Camille and pulled her to him. He felt her creamy skin against his and drew in a sharp breathe. He gazed into her deep, green eyes and outlined her face with his fingertips. Slowly he reached in, his lips brushing hers, kissing her passionately, giving her a sample of what was to come for her. He wanted to give her what he knew... a life of pleasure and passion and love with him. He loved her so much. She clung to him, returning his passion and love, wanting to couple with him there, though she realized the implications of that. "I want to be with you. I want to be one with you." She paused, almost shy for a moment. "I want to fulfill my promises to you." While she couldn't be sure, she thought she saw a tear forming in Lorienne's eye. "I never held you to them. I knew you said things that you could not live up to... or at least I feared you never would be able to." His eyes were clear and bright as he whispered, "Hold me, then... hold closely to me, and tell me if you feel any pain. I don't want to hurt you, Camille." He clung closely to her, protecting her from pain and suffering of the world of light, inviting her into his world of pleasure and immortality. She felt as though she was fainting, but felt little pain. She spiraled slowly downward, seeing the world in colors and shapes she had never seen before. All was darkness for only a moment before she regained sight, a new sight. She looked at Lorienne and saw his eyes as she had remembered seeing them... dark, transfixing orbs that penetrated her being. She saw the collective pulse dancing, but this time they didn't look her way. She was one of them, now. She clung even closer to Lorienne, now, not out of fear, but out of love. She felt her whole body awash with a glorious feeling, though it consumed her. All she wanted was him, and for them both to feel this way... passionate and in love. "I want to be with you, Lorienne. I want to be yours." "I've longed to hear that in your waking hours for years, my darling." Suddenly they were in a crisp, dark room next to a plush bed. The four posts of the bed were draped with a rich silk canopy. The sheets were silk and satin, only the highest quality of either, and they were soft against her skin. She felt herself beginning to react to things differently. While the sheets normally would have felt 'good,' she feel a slow warmth beginning to build in her lower regions as she ran her fingertips over the fabric. Lorienne smiled as she began to discover her new sensuality. He moved to her side and caressed her softly, his fingers lingering on her sweet skin. He adored her every detail with his fingertips, his tongue caressing her lips. The sweet fragrance of lilacs filled the entire room as he touched her. She felt a lightness she had never before known as he began running his fingers over her body. His body was beginning to feel hot from desire as he touched her intimately and he wanted to see more of his lover. Using his mind, he willed her buttons undone one at a time and the shirt fell off her shoulders effortlessly, exposing her smooth skin and small, pert breasts. Lorienne drew in a sharp breath and Camille smiled. "You act as though we've never made love before, Lorienne," Camille giggled. Lorienne's eyes were serious as he responded, "With you, it is always like the first time. I know it may sound cliché, but it's the truth." Camille smiled and kissed her lover gently, running her fingers over his clothed chest. "I want these gone," Camille thought. "Then make it happen," Lorienne tempted her. "But do it with your mind." His eyes challenged her, and she remembered his concentration as he unfastened the buttons of her shirt with only his will. "I can't," she moaned, not even attempting the action. "Listen," he coached as he unclasped her skirt with his mind. She stared at him in awe as her skirt fell away. To his amazement she wore no pantyhose or panties. She stood naked before him and he reached for her. "I want you," he told her. He moved his fingertips slowly along her neckline and over her shoulders, carefully brushing her breasts with his palm, and his lips following. "I'll try," she sighed. Sheer will to see her lover fully exposed probed part of her success, as well as a bit of help from Lorienne. The buttons of his shirt and his pants one-by-one fell undone, leaving him exposed. She pushed the open shirt away from his shoulders and it fell to the bed. She pushed his pants away and left him completely exposed, examining him from head to toe. It was the first time in her active memory he stood naked before her. His frame was much larger than hers, with broad shoulders and a medium waist and he stood at least ten inches taller than her. Though he had appeared pale with dark hair earlier, here he had suddenly changed. His skin was a smooth, copper color. His hair shone golden in the moonlight and his eyes consumed all light. He moved her slowly to his body and looked deeply into her eyes. His voice rich with emotion and love, he professed his heart to Camille. "I am here before you. I show you all I am. I open my mind freely to you, Camille. All I ask for is your honesty. I want you to love me, my darling. I will give you all that I am for that simple promise." Her thoughts penetrated his and she felt all that he was fill her mind. She did love him... she already loved him. "I have loved you for years, my darling Lorienne. I will love you always." At that he pulled her close to his body and embraced her. Her naked frame pushed against his and their skin met in a sensuous dance. Her senses were on fire as she felt his skin press against hers. He could sense her urgency and he slowly moved Camille back onto the bed and they lie naked together, his form mounting her, his tongue running slowly over her taut nipples, his fingers tracing her creamy thighs. Camille's breath began to build into a heavy rhythm and Lorienne instantly switched positions. Without moving, it seemed, he was fondling her smooth, silky southern region with his tongue. He dipped his tongue inside of her warmth, exploring her. He loved the way she tasted... like a ripe, juicy pear. She pushed slowly against his face as he licked her most intimate regions. Camille felt a familiar, welcomed pressure building inside of her body. It had been so long since she had been pleasured during her waking hours and she knew her climax would be intense. Lorienne's expert tongue lapped with increasing intensity at her swollen clit and within moments Camille was clinging to his body for support. "Lorienne!" she moaned as he brought her closer and closer to climax. She could see colors dancing on the air as she neared her climax and she knew she was about to fall over the edge. She again called her lover's name as she built for orgasm. Pleasure overcoming her, she pulsed against his face and broke into a shattering climax. She spiraled to heights of pleasure previously only imagined in her dreams and she begged for more. Her body felt fantastically light, as though she would float away and she wanted him on top of her to prevent that. She stroked his chest purposefully and he reached for her mouth with his, moving slowly up her body. She felt his erection poking her leg and then her sex. She kissed him deeply and stroked his hard penis deftly. His erection felt warm and filling in her hand. She guided him slowly to her vagina and bucked slightly so that he slid in. Their bodies fit snugly together and they both gasped as he filled the center of her womanhood with his ample erection. Lorienne looked almost nervous as he gazed into her eyes. "I want to make love with you, my princess. I love you with all of my being, and I want to show you pleasure. I am so afraid I will disappoint you." "You never have," she answered with a new confidence. "Besides, we have forever to practice." With those words his heart melted and his body reacted warmly. He slowly began stroking his hips against her body in a hesitant rhythm. She countered his movements and moved in time with his body, making love slowly. Even his slow pace ignited a fire deep within her and she moved against him more fervently. Soon he was pounding into her, her body countering. Lorienne's pleasure-soaked brain was only half-conscious of the world around him as he looked into Camille's eyes. He looked embarrassed as he whispered to Camille, "I need to cum." Camille's eyes widened as she looked at him, nodding her head 'yes.' At her affirmation, he almost immediately began filling her warm body with his seed. Spray after spray of milky white semen filled her body, and he roared as he came inside of her. Never had he experienced an orgasm so intense... especially with so little foreplay. "I love you," he whispered as he spiraled downward from his climax. "I love you, too, Lorienne." she then transferred back to her thoughts and how they had earlier communicated. "Thank you, my darling." He smiled and embraced his lover in his powerful arms. There was so much to teach her – so much to show her and allow her to experience. That, however, would wait. For as much as he sought pleasure from and with her, he always felt a deep and real love for this beautiful woman he held in his arms. He pulled her close to his body, snuggling into her and hold her gently as she fell asleep. Even as she began to doze off into dreamland, he could hear her thoughts. "I love you, Lorienne." He communicated with her, "I will no longer pursue you in your dreams. You are here, and that is my only dream. As you said, we have forever. Sleep now." Her head resting on his breastbone, she did just that, finally at peace. Nocturnal Anal Stimulation. A Study Note: this is a story, fiction. None of the facts are correct, and all the names are false, invented. So enjoy! (Re-posted with the above clarification, and links deleted). Nocturnal Anal Stimulation in Orgasm-Denial Relationships - A Study NOCTURNAL ANAL STIMULATION IN ORGASM-DENIAL RELATIONSHIPS. A STUDY BY: Willsoin,D.E., Arangji,T.F - UCNYCE - Dept of Psychology Published: 1 Nov 2011 ACKNOWLEGEMENTS The authors wish to thank a number of sites for providing access to subjects, and for financial support for data analysis. They know who they are! Abstract The purpose of this study is to investigate nocturnal stimulation of males in relationships where their orgasms are controlled. Such relationships are common, but can be time-consuming for both parties, especially if chid-care is also an issue. For example, substantial time (and privacy) may be required for prostate milking, and for the repeated stimulation of the male to the point of orgasm (but not beyond). We suggest that sleeping time might be utilized for this purpose, and we evaluate alternatives. Findings and recommendations are discussed below Key Words anus, anal, denial, tease, chastity, prostate, milking, sleep, unconscious, nocturnal, emission -------------------------------------------------------------- This study involves an investigation into relationships which have an element of orgasm control/denial. The subset we focus on is that of a male being controlled by a female, though there are other possibilities, of course. Such relationships involve the male being restricted in orgasms by domination. This can range from the verbal through to chastity devices. At the same time, the literature of denial usually suggests that an occasional release is beneficial for the male - a 'pipe-cleaning' effect. There is a contradiction here, of course, leading the female to find a way of extracting semen without giving pleasure to the male. Prostate milking is often used for this purpose, in which the semen is massaged out, rather than being forcefully ejaculated. In addition, the control aspect is often supplemented by 'tease and denial', in which the male is stimulated close to orgasm, but is prevented from obtaining relief. Such activities need time and privacy, and here we investigate if sleep time could be used for this purpose. Methodology With the permission of several websites (see above) we enlisted the help of 48 couples who lived this lifestyle. Each couple had to have a smart-phone. (We thought that a control group of 'normal' people would not be useful in this study.) An electronic questionnaire was sent to every individual - the male and female versions were slightly different. The questions (often involving rating on a 5-point scale) covered such areas as: - how often is orgasm allowed? - what was the mood of the male one day after orgasm? - what was the mood of the male x days after orgasm? - does the male wear a chastity device? What periods of the day? - how often do nocturnal emissions occur? - what is the mood of the male following a nocturnal emission? - does the male enjoy anal stimulation? There were 50 questions in all. The second stage of the research was novel. The subjects had to download a smart-phone app created specially. It was a combination of two existing apps: - a security camera app, in which periods with zero movement were ignored. - a baby alarm app, which detected noise, movement, and changes to breathing patterns. In addition, a thin net sheet was needed, similar in nature to net curtains, or a mosquito net. August was chosen, as temperatures were very high. (Thank-you to our websites for offering free membership to the subjects, to offset the purchase price) For 14 days, subjects had to sleep with the app running, and its camera directed at the male side of the bed. In the morning, the compressed video was uploaded to our servers for analysis. The software drew our attention to interesting parts, which were sampled. It took 5 minutes on average to view the significant parts of a whole night of sleep from one male. Before videoing begun, the males were split into 3 equal groups, which we nominated as 'coverers', 'fingerers', and 'pluggers'. The terms had these meanings: - coverers were instructed to try and sleep with one of their palms held gently over their anus. This was made easier by suggesting that they wore pants or panties. The (invented) justification for this was that it was a form of security or protection used by Buddhist monks, to ensure a peaceful sleep. - fingerers were instructed to sleep with the first two joints of a finger up their anus. Again, pants were suggested, and they were told that the justification was that it was comforting for people with an element of sexual stress in their lives, akin to thumb-sucking. - pluggers were instructed to use a thin (3/4") butt-plug, with a loop at the outside end. They should attempt to sleep with a finger through the loop. The diameter was small, as the point was not to dilate the anus. Again, the reason was said be for comfort, rather like sucking a pacifier or dummy. 2 days before the videoing started, emails were sent to the females, with the above appropriate instructions to be given to the males. It was thought that this method of indirect communication would have more impact. All males were told that some unconscious movement of the hands might occur, and that this was normal (though it was not part of the study). In addition, they were informed that movements during sleep were normal and expected. They might only spend one hour in the correct position. We wanted the females to have a full night's sleep, but in the event of them waking up and seeing that the male's hand was in the wrong place, they were to whisper "hand", "finger", or "plug". The study was then initiated. There were 8 drop-outs: 6 due to illness, clild-care problems, or app problems. Two males (pluggers) insisted on masturbating whilst awake in bed, and were deemed unsuitable to continue. The remaining 42 thus became our 100%. After the 14 days, different questionnaires were distributed and analyzed. Findings Firstly, we review the physical findings. For analysis of questionnaires and videos, it was found that 90% of males exhibited rhythmic hand movements during sleep. Many of the coverers inserted a finger, and many made in-out movements, with speeds varying from 1 per second to 4 per second. These movements typically lasted for 1 minute. There was a 110% increase in nocturnal emissions. None from those wearing a chastity device of course, but this is one of the most interesting results and is covered below. Secondly, the emotional side. From the post-video questionnaires it appeared that the males' behavior tended to be more considerate after the 14 days. Looking at all the questionnaires, it was apparent that behavior became more considerate and helpful as the time between orgasms lengthened, and also as the amount of stimulation (teasing) increased. We can conclude that increased desire for release can create gentle helpful behavior, and that the evening anal stimulation helps this. Nocturnal Emissions - a re-evaluation The traditional view of nocturnal emissions in denial relationships is that is it inappropriate, and is the fault of the male. However, the male questionnaires revealed that it brought no pleasure - they woke up mid-way through an orgasm, did not enjoy it, and felt guilty. Additionally, the female answers revealed that males were super-considerate during the day after an emission. Our view is that nocturnal emissions can be viewed as being similar to prostate milking - it produces semen with no pleasure for the male. If time for a full milking is not available, we suggest that such emissions should in fact be encouraged! On analyzing the three groups for emissions, more occurred in the fingerer group, and the pluggers were a close second. * Recommendations How might these results affect the lives of couples? For those who employ tease-and-denial techniques, unconscious anal self-stimulation can be used to increase sexual tension, and change male behavior. In addition, we recommend that couples review their opinions on nocturnal emissions. It can be regarded as a form of self-milking, with no pleasure. In both these cases we recommend that fingering be adopted. If it proves impossible, plugging should be used. Thanks go to the participating websites, and to all the subjects involved. Nocturnal Comfort The moment I entered the house, I could tell something wasn't right. The lights were still off, sure, but every room in the house had a lit candle, which filled the house with an intoxicating scent. Those things must have contained pheromones of some sort, because my pants got tighter and tighter and my focus weakened a little. Once I confirmed that the areas were safe, I cautiously went upstairs. With each step, my heartbeat quickened and it got harder to move. Halfway up, I noticed something. There was a pair of jeans on the staircase. They were far too skinny to be mine, which meant that the intruder was female, and that she was close by. Upstairs was barely different than down below: no electricity on, candles everywhere, and the rooms empty. One thing stood out, though. There was a shirt on the floor nearby my bedroom door, followed by a trail of chocolates and more candles. I walked over, careful not to knock over any of the candles (I'd been putting off getting a fire extinguisher) and ate a chocolate or two. The instant I did, the already strange and overwhelming feeling I had been experiencing multiplied tenfold and the tent my crotch displayed grew. Under normal circumstances, I'd be mortified to have my arousal so obviously displayed when there's company, but, with my current state of mind, modesty was the least of my concerns. I took a minute to gather what wits I had left about me and continued to my bedroom. Just in front of the door, there was a pair of dark red panties. I picked them up and noticed two things. They were an uncommon blend of cotton and lace...and they were very, very wet. Whoever this mystery woman was, she had definitely been waiting for me. With this in mind, I opened my bedroom door. What I found was a scene most men only hear about. Candles were everywhere, giving the room a subtle glow, enough to find your way around. What drew my attention, however, was the person sitting on my bed with her legs crossed, which always helps a woman look sexy in some way. She was wearing a lace garter and stockings. She didn't have a bra on, which, for some reason, didn't surprise me, as she seemed familiar. Her expression, which also rang a bell, looked predatory and she beckoned me closer. I was about to comply, but somehow, I was able to recall a very important factor, something most men in my position would carelessly ignore: this woman was a stranger in my house. My dazed expression hardened (along with my member, which was hard enough already) and, displaying her soaked panties, I asked, "I assume these are yours, Ma'am?" Her purple coated lips smiled deviously as she nodded wordlessly. "I see," I continued, trying to sound somewhat defensive, given the situation. "Then would you care to tell me how you got in my house and why you're here?" She spoke in a tone that was calm and even, yet seemed to drip with lust. "You door was open and you neglected to turn on your alarm. As for why I'm here..." She uncrossed her legs as she spoke, "...I think that answer is obvious." Even with the dim lighting. I could see that she had made quite a mess on my bed waiting for me to arrive. As I was about to reply, she cut me off. "Why are you so surprised? I did promise you a 'next time', didn't I?" Another bell rang. The way she said those words...it was almost as if she'd said them to me before... As I racked my brain, I took a good look at her goddess-like figure. Her legs were thick, yet strong and her torso was curved. Her hot opening was dripping with her juices as she moved her fingers in and out of herself, right in front of me, no less. Her breasts were supple and very tempting covered in sweat. Then, suddenly, it hit me! The scorching day in the alley! It was her whom I saw getting pleasured. "It was you!" She nodded the affirmative. "But, h-how did you...?" She grinned as she explained. "I'd seen you around plenty since then. I asked about you, making sure not to mention that day." She slowly rose and stepped towards me. "I found out where you lived, what your house was like, when you' be home from your job... Most importantly, I found out what kind of person you are." We were very close to one another at this point, the pungent aroma of her sex rolling off of her in waves. "Oh?" I managed to say. "And what did you discover?" She smiled warmly and lustfully as she ran her hand over my bulge. "You're dependable, kind, strong-willed, a complete sweetheart and pretty damn smart. Basically, your heart is as big as your dick. And I've seen your dick already." I blushed at that, but something was bothering me. "Hold on...won't your lover take offense to you being here?" She frowned almost immediately. "It doesn't matter. He's out. I want you in...now." I frowned as well. "I don't even know your name..." Without another word, she quickly unzipped my pants, allowing my cock to spring forth as if it were coming out for air. She watched it, twitching and wet with precum and licked her lips. As she bent down, she whispered something – her name, I believe – but I didn't hear it clearly. Before I could ask, however, she started licking my member all over, slowly. Her experienced tongue covered every inch of me, and the only thought that went through my mind was that I was glad I was clean. She then started sucking my full length, her cheeks inhaling as she went down on my cock. She kept her hands busy, fondling my balls with one hand and her wet folds with another. After 5 minutes of this, I was close to cumming when she stopped, looking at my expression. "Mm-mm. Not yet," she said. She then led me to my bed and practically shoved me upon it. I was about to protest when I looked at her eyes. Behind the glazed lust, I could see something else...sadness. It occurred to me that this gorgeous woman had been hurt – bad – and had come to me for comfort. I felt flattered somehow and my member stiffened in response. I knew it was my duty as a man to ease her pain somehow. I was broken from my reverie by her crawling towards me with a hungry countenance. She straddled me and growled a little. "Hope you're ready..." She then impaled herself on my cock, screaming as she was filled with me. I was overwhelmed by the warmth and tightness of her. My lap was soon soaked, indicating that she had sprayed in orgasm. She only took a moment to ride her high before she started riding me in earnest. She moved her tantalizing hips up and down like a professional, making sure she got all of me in her each time, hitting the places she knew would give her the most pleasure. She never let up, not even for a moment. As she rode me, she grabbed her hands and held on to me as if I were her lifeline. She looked at me with a desperate, almost crazed expression, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on inside her head. Soon enough, she came again, drenching my lap further with her white cream. As her second (or third) orgasm took her, she threw her head back and yelled my name to the heavens. My heart went out to this woman, this stranger who went out of her way to find me for this night. She took a moment to gather herself, before she flipped us over. Now lying on her back, she pulled my head close to hers, poring into my eyes. It was clear what she wanted. Without a second thought, I thrust myself within her, powerfully and quickly. As I squeezed and sucked at her luscious breasts, her moans got louder and louder. After a few more minutes, I could feel her pussy tightening on me once more and I knew she was getting close to her limit, as was I. She knew this, and brought her face to mine once more. She then spoke to me. "I want you to come with me. Now." She moved her hips to match my own whispered to me over and over, "Fill my pussy, fill my pussy, fill my pussy..." After 10 repeats of that mantra, I did as she asked and released myself in her, growling like a beast as I did. She screamed one last time as her final orgasm for the night washed over her like a tidal wave, and we both collapsed on the bed. When it was over, I heard say to me, in a tired, satisfied voice, "Thank you..." I couldn't help but smile and reply, "You're welcome." As we fell asleep for the evening, I made a decision. I would be there for her and ease her pain in whatever way I could. Even if she was still a stranger to me, I would comfort her the best way I knew how. I would not abandon her. I could not. I didn't know what the morning would bring. Answers, revelations, perhaps problems. Heck, I may just be a one-night stand to this woman. Whatever the case may be, I have no regrets about this night. Nocturnal Desires It was 11:30pm when I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I peered into the living room and saw Dad sleeping soundly on the couch with the TV still on. My parents were visiting me from out of town and as usual they settled into their separate ways. Dad slept on the couch while mom was upstairs in my guest bedroom. They had slept separately for years and tonight was no exception. Mom was 56 years old but still looked great with a petite frame and shoulder length dark brown hair. She had a nice figure with small B cup breasts, soft creamy skin, and a cute heart-shaped ass. We had playfully flirted with each other for years. However, a few months ago, I wanted to take it further and begin a sexual relationship with her. She was surprised and flattered when I brought it up but was initially very reluctant. Over time, her resistance waned as we began having intimate physical encounters whenever we were alone. I went back upstairs to my room and started getting ready for bed. I undressed down to a t-shirt and briefs. As I pulled the covers, I imagined how thrilling it would be if I could play with mom while dad was sleeping downstairs. I debated the idea back and forth for a few minutes before I got the courage to make my move. I walked across the hall and slowly opened the door to the guest bedroom and saw my mom lying on the sofa watching a movie. "Do you mind if I watch with you for a bit?" I asked. "Sure honey, anything you want" she replied. The movie was one of those sappy Lifetime movies that my mom loved. What captured my attention was the sight of mom in her short white nightie laying there. I gazed at her body trying not to stare too intently. One of her legs was bent which left her panties slightly visible. They were white satin panties and I saw a few curls of pubic hair peeking out. My cock sprang to attention. I waited until the next commercial break and took a seat on the edge of the sofa and placed her legs on top of mine. I began caressing her legs as we both watched the movie. After a few more minutes, I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the check. "I need you tonight," I whispered in her ear. "Not tonight darling, your father is downstairs," she said. "But he's sound asleep and the television is on," I countered. "You know how I feel about fooling around when he's in the house. Be patient." I was losing confidence at this point so I made a final plea before returning to my room. I stood up, gave her a kiss on the lips, and said "I promise you won't regret it if you come over to my room tonight". I returned to my bedroom unsure if Mom would acquiesce. I lied down on my bed and flipped open a magazine. About ten minutes passed by and I heard Mom go into the guest bathroom. A few minutes later I saw my door open as Mom walked in, turned around, and quietly locked the door. I gazed at her gorgeous body and my heart raced with anticipation. "We can't make too much noise sweetheart. Your father would kill us both if he caught us," she whispered. I nodded silently in agreement. She sat down facing away from me on the edge of the bed. I positioned myself behind her, pulled back her hair, and started kissing the nape of her neck. I turned her head towards me and kissed her soft tender lips. My tongue darted into her mouth as we french kissed each other. She ran her fingers through my hair as we made out on the edge of the bed. I could sense her inhibitions fading away as we embraced each other. I slid the straps of her nightie off her shoulders. Her nightie fell down to her waist exposing her pert tits. I slowly ran my hands down until I was cupping her tits.. I could feel her erect nipples and leaned over to suck them. Mom slowly tilted her head back and moaned. I spent the next few minutes licking and sucking on them. I pulled away and reveled at her tits that were now glistening with my saliva. My briefs could hardly contain my hard throbbing cock at this point. I pulled her nightie over her head and tossed it on the floor. I continued kissing her while my hand ventured down between her legs. I slid my hand inside her panties and felt the soft tufts of pubic hair. "Oh goddddd," she cried softly, breaking the kiss temporarily before kissing me again. "Is that my pussy tonight?" I asked. "Mmmmm yeah....it's all yours" she replied. She leaned and lay down on her back. I kissed the inside of her silky smooth quivering thighs. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. Mom was now lying on my bed completely naked. I positioned myself between her legs and spread them apart. I began rubbing and fingering her cunt as her pubic hair became matted with her juices. Mom turned her head sideways on the pillow and began whimpering softly. The squishing sounds mixed with her moans were almost too much to handle for me. My tongue snaked out and I slowly licked from the bottom of her pussy up to the top. Mom let out a guttural moan, her hand holding the back of my head between her legs. My tongue slipped into her pussy, tasting her, sliding it as far into her as he could. "Ohhhhh ohhhhh fuuuuuck!" she moaned. Her body writhed back and forth in bed as I lapped at her sensitive clit. The slow tongue laps of her pussy made her squirm and arch her back in pleasure. Her pussy had a delicious musky taste to it. I slid my hands underneath her ass while I sucked on her clit. "Oh honey, don't stop......fuuuuuuuuuck......uuunnngghhhhh" she cried as the first wave of her orgasm arrived. Her pussy convulsed but I didn't stop. "I'm cuuuuummmmmminggggg.....uuunnnggghhhhh" she cried. Her breathing and gyrations became more intense as her body shuddered from the orgasm. There were now beads of sweat on her face. I stood up and offered her my glass of water. She took a few gulps to quench her thirst. "Mmmm....what have you got there?" Mom asked staring at the bulge in my briefs. I slid my briefs off and my erect cock sprang out. She parted her legs invitingly. "I want you to fuck me tonight," she declared. Needing no further encouragement, I got on top of her and rubbed my cock against her pussy lips. Mom looked into my eyes and let out a sigh. I pushed forward slowly. The head of my cock parted her lips. I pushed my six-inch cock the rest of the way in and began to thrust in and out, in and out. Knowing that dad was sleeping downstairs only heightened the sexual energy between us. "Take that dick, Mom" I instructed. She was moaning as my cock slid in and out of her, slowly at first but picking up some speed. "Ohhh God that feels sooooo good..." she sighed, tilting her back. I watched her tits bounce up and down with every thrust. I kissed her mouth but she was unable to kiss back, barely able to breath. The sound of my balls slapping against her ass filled the room. I could feel her pussy gripping my cock as it disappeared inside her. We fucked for the next ten minutes, before I felt the buildup and could not last any longer. "Ohhhh I'm gonnnnna cum, Mom. Where do you want it?" I asked. "Mmmm..... shoot it inside me....." her voice trailing off. I began to pound her as hard as I could. Her legs were flailing as I thrust my cock deep inside her one final time. My pulsating cock shot load after load of thick cum inside her. I pulled out of Mom's weeping hole with a slurp. I collapsed on top of her and our lips locked in a passionate kiss. "God, I love you Mom" I said. "I love you too baby...that was quite a session!" Mom giggled. We laid there for a few minutes trying to catch our breath. Mom then reached over and grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand. She pressed them against her pussy to soak up the cum that was now dripping out of her. She got up and picked up her panties and nightgown off the floor. "Good night my love" she said before she retreated across the hall. The next morning, Mom came down in her robe and made us breakfast. She and I exchanged naughty glances at the table while Dad read the paper and drank his coffee. Nocturnal Emission Have you ever had the urge to take someone as your lover? That was how I felt about Diane. She was a friend of my wife, Stacy. The strange part was that Diane wasn't really beautiful or anything like that. She was petite and had short brown hair. Diane was strictly average in the body department and she had small breasts. That didn't matter to me, I wanted to fuck her badly. I always thought that Diane had a thing for me, but I never could seem to find a way to be alone with her. My wife Stacy told me that Diane and her husband Larry, were going to throw a party this upcoming Saturday night. Maybe I would have the opportunity to get Diane alone. Stacy and I made it to the party that Saturday. I wasn't really friendly with Larry, but he did have a good stock of alcohol. I love my whiskey and Larry had some topnotch scotch and bourbon in his liquor cabinet. Before you knew it I was rip roaring drunk. I didn't normally get this loaded, but lately I had been sexually frustrated and I decided to tap into the whiskey. Stacy had been cold to me in bed and maybe I was repaying her for her frigidness. I happened to see Diane out in the kitchen and I strolled in to see her. I moved up close and I placed my hand on her bottom and started to rub her ass. Diane just looked me in the face. She reached back and removed my hand from her ass. "You must be frisky tonight, Jeff." I didn't know what to do. I was suddenly embarrassed because Diane removed my hand. I got another drink and I went out and sat down on the end of one of the sofas. I don't remember much after that. I did finally come out of my stupor and I opened my eyes. It was dark in the house except for an overnight light that was on in the kitchen. I looked down at my watch. It was one forty-five in the morning. I must have passed out right there on the sofa. Where my wife was I had no idea. Right about then, I heard someone in the kitchen. I looked over to see Diane at the kitchen sink. She was getting a glass of water, it seemed. After she finished she walked over to check on me. "I see you finally came out of it," she whispered to me. Diane was standing right before me when she knelt down on the floor. She started to tug on the zipper of my pants. When she pulled my zipper down, she reached in and freed my dick from my underwear. I must have been in a daze right then. "Do you think you can get it up?" She asked me. Diane took hold of my cock and she brought my prick close to her mouth. The next thing I know, Diane is using her tongue and licking up and down the underside my rod. Drunk or no drunk, I started getting hard. Diane then worked her tongue all over my mushroom. I could hardly believe this was happening to me. After a few minutes of the licking Diane took my cock into her mouth. It was so quiet in the house. All you could hear was the slurping sounds of Diane's lips as she surround my erect cock with her lips. My wife was not a fan of giving me head. There was always some excuse. It tasted like pee or she was always gagging on my cock. Here was Diane going right down to the base of my shaft. She would sometimes look up at my face to see my reaction. I think I had my eyes closed for the most part and I was moaning as she worked me over with her mouth. I was also pushing all of my seven inches down her throat. I wanted to make sure she took all of me that she could. Diane also started to massage my balls. That and the sucking were bringing me right to the boiling point. Diane didn't indicate that she was going to stop if I was close to cumming. In fact, she must have sensed I was almost to the point of release and she sped up taking me all the way down. I tried to hold out, but it was no use. I lifted my ass up from the sofa and I blew my sticky load down her throat. Diane pulled back at first, but she never removed her lips from my dick. She kept squeezing my balls like she was trying to get every drop of seed from me. I had quite a load stored up. It seemed like I fired one load after another for ten minutes or so until I felt like Diane got every drop from me. When Diane did pull off, she licked her lips so she could get any dribbles of cum that might have escaped. I watched her swallow one final time before she stood up. "You better zip up," she said and then she walked off. I pulled my zipper up as I heard the water running in the bathroom. Diane never returned and I promptly fell asleep once more. The next thing I felt was someone shaking me. "Wake up Jeff, it's time to go." I looked up to see my wife Stacy, standing before me. "What time is it?" I asked. "It's nearly ten am," she said. I got myself together and then I stood up. Diane and Larry were in the kitchen making coffee and breakfast for the people who stayed over. My wife was in some big hurry to get home. I wanted to stay and get some sort of reaction from Diane about last night. The weird part was Diane barely acknowledged me. Diane and Larry walked us to the door and we headed out. My wife drove home and I sat in the passenger's seat wondering what really happened last night. My head was pounding that morning. My wife gave me a load of shit about getting so drunk. I barely listened to her. What I needed to know was, did I really get a blow job from Diane last night or was it all some vivid dream on my part. I had one thought in my mind right then, I needed to get Diane alone and find out the truth about last night. Nocturnal Emissions Raven lies in bed tossing and turning. She looks very uneasy and restless in her sleep. In the depths of her mind she is somewhere else entirely. She is running through an immense garden labyrinth, running hard and fast like someone or something was chasing her. She can feel such a strong pull each way. She can feel herself wanting to give in but some force urges her on. Some divine force needs her to keep moving. She's thinking," I can't give in, I can't give in," and at that very moment she stumbles over her own feet. Snakes slither over her and wrap around her, binding her to the ground where she lay. The divine force urging her on is now gone. As she falls submissive to the serpents, she can feel the divine force suffocating until it was no more. Now she is beginning to be overcome by new feelings of extreme desire and passion. This passion burns deep and pure, so pure the fire was almost blinding. Suddenly, floating mysteriously above her, appears an enchanting being, too beautiful too be deemed either male or female. This being was pure ionic, androgynous energy and now it didn't seem so threatening. Its eyes seemed to tell the story of the world, and possibly beyond. Raven had already given in to the shadows, which were grabbing at her. She hadn't even noticed that her temptress had taken the form of a ravishing woman and had silently ordered the snakes away. Now only this beings eyes were cradling Raven into comfortable submission. Its eyes were pure blue like tropical waters, but there was no solidity to them. They contained endless knowledge and wisdom. The depth of this being was infinite and mortals have lost their lives trying to find its core. Held in this moment with animalistic lust and pure desire, Raven gives in to her subconscious. This delectable form stands before her, gazing into her eyes, holding her there so tight, in that look. This wonderful incubus runs her slender, alabaster hands over the nape of Ravens neck, imprisoning her to submission. Raven can no longer control her deep-seeded emotions, grabbing at her, pulling at the crotch of her pants. At this moment, this nameless beauty grew its fangs, ripped the crotch out of her pants, aggressively twisted her body sideways and teased her with its fangs. It felt so erotic and real that Raven moaned sweetly in the depths of her sleep. As her back arched in euphoric bliss, her capture swirled her tongue gently over Ravens clit and abruptly spanked her. This made Raven even more wet and she began to quiver silently. Her capture drew away from Raven and seductively wet its long, slender fingers. Raven's mind reeled as she straddled the first finger and this gorgeous form resumed suckling and flicking her clit with its brilliant tongue. She penetrated her with a soft rocking motion at first, and then began slowly removing her finger, making Raven want it. Just before Raven thought she could take no more, her siren crammed two fingers inside her, hard and deep. Ravens thighs started to convulse and she could feel her heart stop. This moment is pure and simple; the most free Raven had felt in a long time. She could no longer see anything. She could only feel, these fingers fucking her harder and deeper and this tongue manipulating her so smoothly. Everything is black and suddenly she explodes, submitting to these hands and this tongue. She realizes she is in the blackness of her own bedroom. Ravens Vampress You step out from behind the shadows, And it seems as if the darkness stays within you. You suck the life from me and I am reborn, Sink your teeth in and I feel anew. Never knew there was light beyond the thick black, I never thought I could see the world this way. There was a reason for us to meet up on this night, I needed you to show me that the world would crumble in dismay. The world could rock violently beneath me, And I would still believe it was infinite, as I had before. Now you are here to hold open my eyes, And show me that there is so much more. Thousands of years of knowledge and wisdom, And you beckon me to hold it all within my being. So I take you in and become infinite as well, Only to awaken and realize it has all been a dream. Nocturnal Emissions The following is an erotic fictional work, which includes characters that are copyrighted by Metro Goldwyn Mayer. The story is intended for non-commercial enjoyment by mature readers. No copyright infringement is intended or inferred. Cast. Richard Dean Anderson - Colonel Jack O'Neill. Amanda Tapping - Captain Samantha Carter. Michael Shanks - Daniel Jackson. Don S. Davis - General George Hammond. Christopher Judge - Teal'c. Teryl Rothery - Dr Janet Frazer. * Chapter One. Captain Samantha Carter, tall, blond, very attractive, the only female member of the elite Stargate SG1 team, walked down the corridor towards her quarters, after an arduous tour of duty. All she wanted to do was to have a shower and go to bed. On entering her quarters she walked over to an alcove where she kept scented candles, picking up a box of matches she commenced to light a number of the candles. The light given off by the candles gave a pleasing glow to the room. Soon the air was filled with the aroma of pine and jasmine. As Sam walked towards the bathroom, she began to undress and by the time she entered the bathroom was completely naked. Standing in front of a full-length mirror, she examined her dirty, tired, scratched, cut, bruised body. Looking closely at herself in the mirror, she noticed several cuts and bruises about her breasts, lower abdomen, inner thighs. Exasperated, Sam said, "How the fuck did they get there. I didn't let the little bastard get anywhere near me!" Sam reflected for a few moments on her last mission, whereby she had been kidnapped by a Mongol leader, forcibly stripped and compelled to wear the female clothes of his tribe. It soon became apparent that the Mongol leader wanted her for his lecherous ways. Had it not been for the intervention of Colonel Jack O'Neill and the SG1 team, Sam was sure she would have been raped. Crossing to the shower cubicle, she turned on the water, letting the water run through her fingers until the correct temperature was attained. Once satisfied with the temperature of the water she stepped inside the shower. The hot water felt so good on her naked body. She slowly began to run her hands over her firm breasts down over her flat abdomen, down through the soft golden hair of her pubic mound. Reaching for a bottle of her favourite shower gel, she squeezed some of the liquid into her hands and began to wash her body. Soon her entire body was covered in soft, warm soap suds. Stepping back into the cascade of running water she began to wash the soap off her body. She watched as the rivulets of suds trickled down over her breasts, nipples, abdomen and pubic hair. Her hands moved slowly over her body, squeezing and fondling her breasts gently, the nicks and cults stinging slightly, until finally she reached the dark bruising high in her groin centimetres from the opening of her vagina. The bruising was painful, but the warm water cascading through her pubic hair and vagina, together with gentle touch of her fingers in such close proximity to her sex eventually brought a contented sigh from Sam. Gently, oh, so gently, her fingers opened the lips of her vagina, slipping inside her fingers traced the inner walls, slowly moving back and upwards towards her hooded clitoris. Placing her fingers around her clitoris, she began to masturbate, flicking, stroking, and rubbing her clitoris. She could feel it harden under her probing fingers, spasms of delight flowed through her vagina. As she neared her orgasm Sam placed her other hand on the shower wall, bracing herself for the anticipated orgasm, which was imminent. Her whole body was now quivering in expectation, her breasts, aureoles, nipples throbbed and ached. Throwing her head back, as her orgasm overtook her. She cried,"Jack fuck me, Jack fuck me!" Her vagina and fingers dripped with her love juice, savouring the after-effects of her orgasm, Sam slowly removed her fingers from her now dripping hot vagina and licked the love juice from her fingers, savouring its exquisite taste. Finishing her shower, she dried herself off as she walked naked back into the bedroom, taking a sheer clinging nightdress from her closet, slipping it on; she tied it in the front with a single bow. Then walking over to the bed, pulling the sheets back, she slipped between them. Within moments, she was fast asleep. A distant voice was calling to her and she could feel a gentle rocking, she resisted, but the voice grew louder, and the rocking more urgent. Slowly Sam rolled onto her back and opened her eyes; an orderly stood over her, "Sorry ma'am, you've overslept General Hammond wishes to see you in his office." Cursing Sam got out of bed, "How long have I been asleep private?" answering the private replied, "About nine and a half hours ma'am," To which Sam replied, "Thank you, private that will be all, you're dismissed." Sam waited while the orderly left the room before she got out of bed. She dressed herself in dark kaki trousers, a light tan uniform shirt. In just under five minutes she was standing before General Hammond, in his office. "At ease Captain Carter, Colonel O'Neill, advises me that you have sustained some injuries. Have you had Dr Frazer check you over yet?" Sam replied, "No sir." Hammond continued, "I thought not report to her in sickbay, she is waiting for you." "Very good sir will that be all?" "Yes, carry on Captain." Dr Janet Frazer, a long-time friend of Sam's, was waiting for her in sickbay, "Into the cubicle over there Sam, I'll be with you in a minute." Reluctantly, Sam entered the cubicle and sat on the bed. Eventually, Janet entered the cubicle, closing the curtains behind her, turning to face Sam; she was about to speak when Sam cut her off, "Janet, what the hell is going on," exclaimed Sam. Janet replied, "Jack reported to the General that you had been injured on the last mission, the General, quite rightly insisted that you receive a medical. So no argument Sam, I'm in charge in here, remember." Reluctantly, she lay back on the bed, Janet said, "Remove your top and Bra Sam, lets have a proper look at the damage." Janet helped Sam out of her top. Reaching behind her Janet unfastened Sam's bra straps. She stood back and watched as Sam slipped her breasts out of the bra. Stepping up to Sam, Janet said, "Clasp your hands behind your head." Sam did what Janet asked, this action caused her breasts to stand proud and firm. Janet looked closely at her friends ample breasts. She asked, "Tell me if this hurts?" She then took Sam's left breast and ran her fingers over nipple, aureole and the entire surface area of Sam's breast. She then repeated the same procedure with her right breast. Sam didn't make a sound. Janet continued the examination moving down over her stomach, sides, back until she reached the top of Sam's pants, "Ok, let's have these off." She said, as she unfastened the flies, "It's Ok Janet I can do that." "Only trying to help Sam!" exclaimed Janet. Kicking off her shoes Sam took off her trousers and under pants revealing her slender waist, athletic legs and her trimmed natural blond thatch covering her sex. Once Sam was back on the bed Janet continued with the examination. Janet's hand carefully moved over Sam's stomach, abdomen, hips, on down the outside of her legs. Spreading her legs slightly apart continued to examine the inside of her legs, then, up into her groin. Seeing the heavy bruising so close to her vagina, Janet enquired, "Who ever the bastard is who did this to you needs to be castrated. What did he fuck you with; a barge pole? Sorry Sam, I will have to give you an internal examination, just to see if there is any internal damage" Sitting up Sam began to protest, "Janet n..." Janet restrained her, "Who's the doctor here, lie back and be sill!" Without further preamble Janet carefully opened the outer lips, then the inner lips of Sam's vagina with her fingers. She commenced to rub her fingers round the Labium majora and Labium minora. Sam jumped as Janet's thumb caressed her clitoris and three fingers slid deeper into her vagina. Before Sam knew what was happening Janet was fondling her breasts, rolling the nipples through her fingers with her left hand and was finger fucking her vagina with her right. Crying out Sam exclaimed, "No...shit...stop... Janet!" But as Janet's fingers worked wonders within Sam's vagina Sam changed her protestations, "Oh... oh...fuck... stop it... I'm going to cum..." Janet increased the rhythm within Sam's Vagina with one hand, whilst the other continued to fondle her breasts Taken completely by surprise at this turn of events Sam suddenly realised she was fast approaching an almighty orgasm, "Make me cum... fucking make me cum...make me squirt my love juice..." she screamed as an orgasm ripped through her body, her love juice flowing. Suddenly she felt another sensation on her vagina, Janet's lips had clamped on to her vagina she was sucking eagerly at the love juice that was oozing out of Sam. Too soon for Sam, Janet's cum soaked face appeared from between her legs. Janet continued to stand up. It was then Sam noticed Janet's medical coat was open from top to bottom exposing her breasts and vagina. In an instant Sam was comparing her anatomy to that of Janet's. Janet was shorter than Sam, her breasts slightly smaller, but not by much, her nipples, aureoles were darker, fuller in the waist, her pubic hair was dark brown and a lot thicker than Sam's, "Ill have to get her to trim that," mused Sam. Janet began stroking, fondling her own breasts and began to masturbate in front of Sam. Getting off the bed she walked to Janet, reaching out she pulled Janet towards her she began kissing her passionately. At that moment the intercom sounded, "Captain Carter please report to the briefing room." "Fuck, just as things were getting interesting," exclaimed Sam, "We'll continue this latter Janet, Ok!" Janet kissed Sam once. Then picking up her kaki pants, tan uniform shirt she gave them to Sam, "This is all you'll need Sam, the General said it was an informal award ceremony." "An award ceremony, what award?" enquired Sam as she dressed. In her hurry she did not notice that Janet had not given her any underwear. "You've been given the Purple Heart, now get the fuck out of here, I'll join you later!" Sam hurried out of the sick bay. As she went, Janet smiling to herself, watched Sam's ample breasts bounce and gyrate under her uniform shirt, "Fuck me what a body, the boys don't know what their missing, Sam would give them one hell of a fuck." Chapter Two. Sam hurried to the briefing room, she was surprised at the admiring looks she got from the male personnel, remembering what had just happened in the sickbay made her feel horny. Her thoughts were quickly dispelled as she entered the briefing room. Colonel Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Teal'c where standing beside a long table, behind which stood General Hammond. General Hammond invited Sam to join him. Moving to stand beside him Sam stood at attention facing the others, who had now moved in front of the table. A dark coloured leather box under which a buff coloured parchment lay on the table. General Hammond picked up the box and parchment, reading from it, "Captain Carter, by order of the President of these United States, you are hereby awarded the Purple Heart..." Hammond paused for a moment, "Hell, Sam you know what is says. Congratulations, Major Carter" He then took the box from the table, opening it he took out a pair of gold oak leaves, the insignia of a Major, and pined them onto Sam's collar tabs. "Oh by the way congratulations on your promotion to Major, you deserve it." Taking the medal he commenced to pin it on to her uniform shirt over her right breast. Sam could feel the fabric of her uniform shirt being pulled away from her breast. Looking down Sam saw that her nipples were hardening as the General attempted to fasten the clasp to her shirt. Suddenly, Sam cried out in pain as Hammond's hand slipped, causing the pin of the medals clasp to pierce her right breast. The Hammond stepped back in alarm, in so doing pulled the medals pin from Sam's breast, tearing a hole in the shirt in the process, "Oh shit... sorry Carter...!" Sam and the others watched as deep red stain the size of a dollar appeared on her shirt. The stain continued to grow. Hammond placed his hand over the tear and the bleed, suddenly he realised he was grasping Sam's breast, pulling his hand away he made the tear bigger exposing Sam's now fully hardened right nipple which was covered in blood. Fumbling and apologising profusely Hammond reached into his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief and attempted to cover the tear, nipple, staunch the bleeding. Several seconds passed as they all saw Hammond's large hand clasp Sam's breast. Suddenly, he blurted, "Here Sam you hold this, keep the pressure on the wound. I'll get help." He then moved to a nearby phone, hanging on a wall. Dialling a number he waited a few moments then said, "Doctor Frazer will you come to the briefing room immediately, Captain Carter has had an accident." In his anxiety to get Sam help he had forgotten her promotion to Major. While he was doing this Jack, Daniel, Teal'c comforted Sam who had placed Hammond's hanky over the wound to stop the bleeding. Janet arrived with a team of medics close behind she quickly ascertained what had happened to Sam. Turning to the medics, she took a first aid kit from one of them, "Ok Guys I can manage here, you can return to sickbay." They all watched as the medics left the room. Janet then turned her attention to Sam, "Ok let's have a look shall we." Janet removed Sam's hand holding the blood stained handkerchief. Carefully she began to peel back the hanky, a small puncture wound was revelled which was bleeding profusely. Turning to the others Janet said, "Let's give Sam a bit of space, move back, give me room to work!" Jack, Daniel, Teal'c moved to the other side of the table. Turning to Hammond, "You too General." Sheepishly he joined the others. Her attention was with Sam, who was sitting on the table with her legs dangling over the side. Janet began to unfasten Sam's shirt, Sam's hands shot up, pushing Janet away, "What the fuck are you doing Janet?" folding her arms across her breasts. Janet returned to Sam, taking hold of her arms, placing them at her sides, "I can't treat your wound with your shirt on it's got to come off!" Resignedly, Sam took off her shirt. Janet placed the first aid kit on the table, carefully cupping her injured breast, began clean the blood off with a sterile wipe she had taken out of the kit. Janet noticed the cold alcohol within the wipe made her nipple harden even more. Bending her head she took the hardened nipple into her mouth. The hand that held the breast began to squeeze and kneed it. Whispering so that the others would not hear Sam asked "Janet what the fuck you doing, Stop it; now is not the time!" Smiling Janet lifted her face from the breast and looked directly into her eyes, "Not to worry Sam the guys can't see you, you've got your back to them, besides there a little busy right now!" Slowly, carefully Sam turned her head to look over her shoulder at the guys, what she saw shocked her. General Hammond was completely naked his erect penis was huge both in length and girth. Sam could not believe her eyes as she watched him tossing himself off. The guys were cheering him on to reach climax. In stunned amazement Sam turned back to Janet; a further shock awaited her, Janet was completely naked. Her left hand was fondling her breasts whilst her right hand held a buzzing vibrator which she was sliding in and out of her well lubricated vagina, moaning softly to herself. Suddenly a loud guttural cry rent the air. Sam turned to see what was happening behind her. Teal'c, now completely naked was on all fours in front of Hammond, who was inserting his penis into Teal'c's open mouth. Sam watched as Hammond pushed its entire length down his throat. Teal'c grabbed Hammond's arse and started to slip his mouth over the length of the shaft. Sam could not believe her eyes; Teal'c was giving Hammond a blowjob. She continued to watch mesmerised as Teal'c's actions became more urgent, suddenly Hammond began to thrust his hips back and forth giving more momentum to the blowjob he was receiving from Teal'c. It was inevitable that the combined head movements, hip thrusting both Hammond, Teal'c were using would end in one outcome; Hammond reached an orgasm, ejaculating a full load of seamen into Teal'c's eager mouth. Sam thought he had managed to hold a full load in his mouth but she saw some of the ejaculated semen dribbling out of the corner of Teal'c's mouth and slowly running down his chin and neck, now spent Hammond's limp penis slowly slid out of Teal'c's mouth. Blinking in stunned silence she continued to watch Hammond, Teal'c as their rolls were reversed; only this time Hammond was on all fours with Teal'c behind him. Sam screamed as he slowly inserted his extremely large alien penis in to Hammond's anus , Hammond let out a guttural bellow as Teal'c lent forward and grasped him about the waist and began to butt fuck him. Spellbound, she continued to watch as Teal'c's engorged penis slid easily in and out of Hammonds arse. A movement in her peripheral vision caused her to look to her right. Jack and Daniel were both naked. Daniel was slowly walking towards Hammond. He was tall, well muscled, she was quite impressed as to how good he looked naked. By the time he reached Hammond his male member was fully erect. He stood in front of Hammond, reaching down he lifted his head so that it was level with his penis. Proffering it to Hammond, Hammond opened his mouth and Daniel pushed his penis all the way in; slowly he began to fuck Hammond's mouth. Jack, Sam noticed was a lean, muscled older man, with an incredible fully erect penis, was approaching Daniel from behind. Deliberately spreading Daniel's legs apart, commenced to insert his penis to Daniel's butt. Once he was satisfied with his stance, he commenced to fuck Daniel. As the guys continued to suck penis, fuck arses. The sounds of flesh against flesh, slurping of mouths around penis made her more and more aroused. Oh how she wanted Jack. But he was butt fucking Daniel. She cried out, "Jack you should be fucking me, not Daniel." Sam thought she heard Jack reply, "Get your self ready babe, I like em nice and wet!" A thrill ran through her at the anticipation of Jack fucking her. She had to get ready, turning, she reached down to undo her flies and remove her pants. Her hands touched naked flesh, her pants were gone, she, was completely naked. Suddenly a scream rent the air, looking down she saw Janet lying on the floor , her legs spread wide apart her vagina held wide open with one hand, while the other was directing the vibrator over and around her engorged clitoris. Sam watched as Janet brought on an orgasm, her love juices flowed from her ripe vagina. Sated, Janet removed the vibrator from her vagina, which was now dripping with her love juice, standing she approached Sam holding the dripping tool in her hand. Sam took hold of Janet's hand leaning forward placed the vibrator into her mouth and sucked the love juice off it, "Mmm, you taste wonderful, can I get some more of that nectar?" Sam cooed. Janet lifted Sam's legs on to the table then climbed on to the table besides her, pushing Sam back, until she was fully prostrate on the table top. Kneeling astride Sam's head, so that she was looking directly into Janet's slick vagina, Janet reached down taking hold of Sam's hands placing them onto her breasts. Sam began to fondle, squeeze the exquisite orbs. After a while her hands began to slowly move down Janet's body, over her stomach, on through her dark pubic mound, then slipping her fingers in to the inviting opening began to feel the warm wetness closing over her hands. Nocturnal Emissions Janet lent forward ever so slightly reaching out closed her hands over Sam's inviting breasts, rubbing, squeezing, pinching each orb in turn. Moving further down her body until her exploring hands reached Sam's groin, hesitating only for a moment before opening her vagina, slipped her fingers inside. To Janet's' surprise, an extremely wet, hot, interior. Looking down between their bodies, Janet whispered, "Fuck me with your tongue, I can't wait to feel it snaking inside me!" Sam removed her fingers from Janet's vagina as Janet lowered herself on to Sam's face. Janet placed her head into Sam's groin pushing her tongue into her vagina. Sam involuntarily jumped as Janet's snake like tongue found its mark. The more Sam licked, flicked, sucked, probed Janet's vagina the more love juice Sam was receiving, she only hoped her vagina was producing as much delectable nectar for Janet to savour. She needn't worry Janet was receiving a plentiful supply of her unique love juice. The two women were lost in their own sexual enjoyment, it was a wonder they never fell off, as they rolled, gyrated, moved about the table top. Sam's orgasm over took her like a tidal wave ripping through her vagina like an express train. Her ejaculated love juice flooded in to Janet's mouth. Simultaneously Janet's orgasm ripped trough her vagina, rocking her small frame, at the same time evacuating her love juice in to Sam's mouth. Each stayed, mouths clamped to the others vagina until their individual orgasms sated, each savouring the moment they had shared. Janet rolled off Sam, lying on her back along side Sam both were covered in perspiration and love juice their breasts heaving with exertion. When they were finally aware of their surroundings they saw that Hammond, Jack, Daniel, Teal'c had finished their butt fucking, blowjobs, where now standing around the table watching both women with raging erections. Chapter Three. Janet and Sam slowly got off the table and stood before the guys, judging by their erections were eager to have their way with them. Janet surprised Sam by leaping forward, shouting, "Who wants to fuck me?" Teal'c, Hammond, Daniel where nearest to Janet as she careered into them. Sam watched as the Guys sorted themselves out. Teal'c was inserting his penis into her anus, Daniel, "Lucky bastard," thought Sam, was sliding his penis into her well lubricated vagina. It was therefore no surprise to Sam, judging the way Hammond gave and received blowjobs that he opted to go for Janet's mouth and was inserting his penis deep into her throat. Soon the four of them were oblivious to Sam and Jack as they sucked, fucked on the floor. "Fuck!" Thought Sam, she had forgotten Jack, looking around she saw him standing watching her, with an almighty erection. The shaft of his penis was thick and long, the foreskin was pulled pack revealing a large purplish coloured knob end, his piss hole was dilated and appeared to be weeping a clear fluid, "Pre cum," thought Sam. His testicles were large and tight; as he advanced towards her they were swinging back and forth. In a moment she was in his arms, she didn't complain, letting his hands roam for a moment before reaching under her. He gasped as the warm soft lips pressed into his hand. Sam gasped as she was stimulated by the pressure to her labia. Several minutes of continued stimulation caused her delicate inner lips to become swollen and peek out. With his other hand he ran his fingers through her blond hair, and then placing his hand on the top of her head brought pressure to bear, pushing her down until she was level with his erection, pulsing with each of his heartbeats. Sam reached out and took the proffered penis, slipped it into her mouth. Moaning softly as she slid her lips over half of its length, bobbing her head slightly sucking firmly, her tongue going to work on his cockhead. Her moist lips closing tightly over the thick shaft as Jack lightly took hold of her head began to thrust his hips back and forth, pumping his penis in and out of her mouth. Sam moved her head slightly as she sucked him off, Jack's hands still lightly holding her head guided her movements as he fucked her mouth, nether going too hard or fast. As she became used to his penis in her mouth she allowed him to insert more and more of it into her mouth and throat. She was enjoying this and only hoped Jack was too. Her eyes rolled up as she closed them savouring their technique, she finally took the full length of him into her throat, feeling his testicles brushing against her chin. Hearing only moans of pleasure he fucked her mouth for several more minutes, before pulling slowly out. Stepping back slightly, Jack turned her round, then bending her over the table. Traced her spine from the nape of her neck to the cheeks of her arse with his hands. Sam gave out a moan of pleasure as he squeezed the cheeks. Tracing the cleft with one hand he slipped it further between her legs, causing Sam to open them further. Sliding over the edge of her vagina, his fingers roamed over its soft flesh, feeling her arousal he slipped a finger into the hot wet orifice. Searching upwards he felt the hard nub of her clitoris, Sam tensed and whinnied with pleasure, causing her to squirm uncontrollably over the table top. Sensing her eagerness Jack slipped three more fingers into her tight vagina, massaging her hard clitoris for several more minutes, bringing her very nearly to the edge, causing her to gasp loudly, pushing back, gripping his fingers with the muscles of her vagina. Sam was now eager for something more. Moving closer to her he pushed his penis up against her well lubricated vagina, just pushing his cockhead inside a little, so spreading the hot wet lips apart ever so slightly, "Oh, Jack...," Sam cooed, at the initial penetration of his large cockhead into her. Suddenly, with Jack's penis still partially inserted into her vagina Sam called out, "Want to fuck my arse Jack... you know you do...," The offered temptation was too much for him, running a finger round the rim of her puckered anus, Sam groaned softly at the pressure of his finger. She relaxed as his finger pushed slowly into the anus. Pulling his finger back a little, he pushed back into her again, causing her anal muscles to grip his finger, clench, relax, as his finger worked in and out. Jack was now on the horns of a dilemma, his penis was partially inserted into Sam's vagina, his finger shoved deep inside her anus. The temptation to drill her vagina was too much for him, pushing his penis fully into her hot juicy hole, feeling the muscles contract, squeeze around his penis, pulling him ever deeper inside, "Dam it...!" Jack cried out, as he removed his penis from her vagina, only to replace it with his hand, moving inside the wet confines of her vagina, Jack's fingers became slick with her love juice. Sam was moaning softly as his fingers did their work. Crying out as he removed his fingers from her vagina; but only for a moment; his penis was all ready well lubricated with her love juice, his fingers were now also covered, She gasped as she felt his fingers massaging around her puckered anus, pushing his fingers inside to lube the entrance. Easing himself up on to her he pushed is penis into her tight anus, it was tight at first but as Sam became used to the pressure she relaxed a little, making it easer for him .Taking hold of her hips as he pushed more and more of his penis deep into her bowels, until the full length of his penis was inside her. She could now feel his testicles rubbing against the swollen labia. Not wanting to rush the extreme pleasure for both of them, Jack slowly pumped in and out, as Sam pushed back against his thrusting penis, the tight anal muscles griping the shaft of his penis, caused them both to cry out with pleasure, exertion. Jack realised he wasn't far off from climax; after all he had been fucking Sam's mouth, vagina, anus for some time now; the inevitable must happen, soon. Sam caught her breath as he increased momentum, pistoning in and out of her anus. Realising he was about to let go his load. She tightened her anal muscles, causing him to groan all the more with the extra exertion. He thrust in and out of her arse for a few more seconds, before yanking his penis out. Sam yelped at the sudden extraction, the pain of withdrawal. This was replaced by excitement as she felt sudden splashes of hot liquid hitting her back. Turning her head, looking back over her shoulders she saw Jack's penis shooting wads of cum over her back, the stream of cum reached from her shoulders to her arse, some of it had even gotten into her hair. She watched as he squeezed the last of his cum onto her back, "Oh, Jack you are awful!" sighed Sam. Chapter Four. Without further preamble Jack stepped away, then reaching down taking hold of Sam turned her onto her back, so that she was lying back on the table looking up at him. Stepping up to her again she arched her back as he began to run his hands over the swell of her ample breasts, over the smooth skin of her stomach, on down through her soft golden thatch, matted though it was with perspiration, love juice, remnants of his cum, until his fingers touched her labia. Running his fingers over the swollen lips, parting them for an instant, letting the cold air wash over them. Just for an instant Sam gasped, shivered at the unexpected thrill. Then his fingers were gone, moving back up her body. Sam gave a low sigh as Jack squeezed the flesh of her soft breasts. She jumped again as her supper sensitive areoles; hard buds of her nipples were brushed, tweaked, pulled by his fingers. Leaning into her again he began to kiss the flesh of her breasts, avoiding her areoles, hard nipples, which were being tweaked, pulled by his fingers, "That's it, suck my tits," purred Sam. Jack moved his mouth over one of her areoles and began to run his tongue around it, avoiding the hard nub of her nipple. He continued in this manner for some time until he felt the flesh of he breasts quiver, goose bumps rose under his tongue. At this point she switched to her hard nipples, sucking one deep into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth, probing with his tongue. Sam cried out in extreme pleasure as shock waves pervaded through her nipples, areoles, deep into the flesh of her breasts. Having paid attention to her breasts for some time Jack moved on up to her hot, pouting, sensuous lips. Her mouth was slightly open as she gasped for breath. The kiss was long and passionate, tongues entwining, pushing, probing; the taste of her was astounding. One hand started to caress her head of golden hair. The other slowly moved between their bodies on down to her crotch until his fingers found the swollen, puffy lips of her vagina. Running two fingers along the ridge of her vaginal lips, parting them slightly a third finger gently circled round and round her clitoris, finally flicking it back and forth soliciting uncontrollable yelps of pleasure from Sam. Sam cried out suddenly, as she felt a new sensation in her vagina. Jack had removed his fingers and had gone down on her with his mouth. Jack pushed the tip of his tongue just inside her vagina. Moving his head back and forth began to lick along the full length of the opening. Sliding, pushing in deeper, deeper as he went until his tongue found its goal; Sam's engorged clitoris. Sam's hips bucked upwards as Jack sucked strongly on her sensitive button. As he worked on her he tasted more and more of her exquisite feminine secretions. His hands had now moved from her hips up her body and began to squeeze, knead, fondle her ample breasts, nipples, "Jack, Jack," Sam cried out in wanton abandonment as her orgasm exploded throughout her vagina. Flooding Jacks mouth with her unique nectar as his tongue continued to probe deep inside, whilst her whole body shook, trembled, writhed under his ministrations. By now Jack's testicles were bursting, his penis erect once again. Precum oozing from his manly slit at the apex of his cockhead as he prepared to enter Sam. Standing back a little he repositioned himself. Reaching over Sam he pulled her to the edge of the table. Taking hold of her legs he lifted them, wrapped them round his buttocks. Her legs tensed around him holding him into her groin. His penis resting at the entrance to her vagina, the realisation dawned on Sam; this time Jack was going to go all the way, he was going to fuck her. Reaching out to her sides Sam grasped the edges of the table to prepare herself for the impending initial thrust of Jack's penis, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Jack till I burst," Sam cried out begging Jack to enter her. The full length of his penis slid easily into her well oiled vagina. She tensed her muscles helping to draw him deeper into her. Jack exerted himself as he pushed deep into her tight vagina. Soon they both worked up to a steady rhythm. Sam pushing her hips up to meet Jack's penetrating thrusts. Soon Jack's penis was pistoning in and out of Sam's vagina, muscles; lips were holding, sucking, thrusting, at his penis as it thrust in and out of her hot streaming vagina. Jack's arms where placed, palms down on either side of her body. Raising her head she looked down between their two bodies, to watch his penis ream her vagina. The view was momentarily obscured though as each thrust of his penis into her hot wet innards as her breasts gyrated and bounced. The thrusting downward pressure of his fucking altered. He had taken one of his arms from the table top, taking the strain with the other. Sam watched in amazement as four fingers slid in to her vagina, his palm and thumb resting on her pubic mound. He began to vigorously stimulate her clitoris. The extra stimulus caused her pelvic muscles to grip his penis even harder. The intensity of his fucking became more urgent. They were both very near to climax. As one they both let out a roar of satisfaction: Sam felt her own orgasm flood her entire body, her pelvic muscles clenching round the shaft of Jack's penis milking his cum as it pulsed deep into her vagina. She also felt the release of her feminine secretions oozing out of her. Jack felt Sam's pelvic muscles close around his penis as he climaxed and ejaculated his cum deep into her hot, streaming wet vagina. He wanted to fill her with every spurt of cum that pulsed into her. The pleasurable sensations rushing through his cockhead, shaft, testicles was immense; he wanted to pour all his essence into her. Sam was milking him dry, He had to pull out, her pelvic muscles were griping tighter, he fought to extricate himself from Sam's tight grip. With an audible hiss he was free of her grip. To his amazement he was still ejaculating. Feeling him pull out of her Sam sat up and watched as his penis continued to pump cum over her. She slipped off the table dropping to her knees, took hold of his penis, opening her mouth, popping him right in. commenced to give him a blowjob, even though he was still ejaculating. Her mouth soon became so full of his cum it was soon oozing out down her chin and neck. Reaching up with her hand she took hold of the shaft, pulling it from her mouth. Too late she realised the implication, as a spurt of cum landed across her face, cheeks, into her hair. Instinctively, a split second before a wad of cum landed in her eyes, she closed them, feeling it land on her eye lids. Reaching up with her hand she began to fend off the wads of cum as it landed on her face, beating off Jack's penis crying, "No, no, no, Jack, Jack..." Slowly Jack began to fade in to darkness. Sam woke up with a scream. It took her several seconds to realise where she was, in her own bed, in her own room. As he eyes became accustomed to the dim light she noticed that the bedclothes had been kicked off. A sudden chill ran over her body, looking down she noticed her night dress was wide open exposing her naked body, her heaving breasts, erect tight nipples, pubic mound covered with matted wet golden hair, her vagina swollen, puffy, oozing clear fluid. Her entire body was covered in a shimmering sheen of perspiration. Disappointed Sam cried, "Fuck, fuck, a fucking dream; or was it a nightmare!" A movement next to her caused her to turn in alarm. Jack O'Neil the very person of her dream/nightmare was standing next to the bed. He was only a dark silhouette as he was back lit from the light of an open adjoining room door, "Fuck me Jack you scared the shit out of me! What the hell are you doing in here?" As Jack explained he was a sleep in the adjoining room when her screams woke him. He came in to see if everything was ok. As he was talking he sat on the edge of Sam's bed. The light from the open door was now fully on him and Sam could see he was wearing only light cotton pyjama bottoms nothing else. Instinctively she reached out to be comforted by him. They embraced, her cold body moulded it's self in to Jack's torso. As her breasts pressed against his chest she suddenly realised she had not covered herself and was still naked. Pulling a way it was only then that she saw Jack's erect penis poking through the open flies of his pyjama bottoms. She watched as her hand slowly moved out and took hold of it. Not a word passed between them as she began to toss him off. Jack took hold of her hand and moved it away. Sam looked at him in shocked surprise. Standing he removed his pyjama bottoms. Now standing naked in front of Sam with a throbbing erection, "Oh Jack how I want you to fuck me!" sighed Sam. Jack pushed her back on to the bed as he straddled her. Sam arched her back pushing her vagina up towards his descending penis. She closed her eyes as she felt him enter her pushing it fully home. Purring contentedly in the knowledge this time it was not a dream. Jack was inside her about to fuck her into oblivion. END. Nocturnal Emissions She was beautiful in every detail. I didn't know her name. I don't even recall how we met. And I had no idea how it was that we were naked on a silk bed sheet. And although our naked bodies were well illuminated on a mist-covered bed, the surrounding room was completely dark. We could have just as easily been outside for all I knew. I had no idea where we were or who I was with. I did know her skin was soft. Softer than any woman I had ever touched; softer than lambs wool and smooth as velvet. Her face was angelic; round with soft angles. Her eyes were closed and enjoying my touch as I positioned myself effortlessly between her legs. No words passed between us. Her ivory legs spread gracefully as I floated between them. She had full, nearly perfect breasts. Her abdomen was firm and toned. My dick was the hardest I had ever known. It felt like steel and was almost painful as it strained to reach its goal; her lovely pussy. Like rose petals her labia was plush and elegant in every detail. And like a flower in bloom each labial skin fold rolled back slowly under a clean-shaven pubis to reveal a pink entrance to her pussy. Slowly I floated closer and closer. My dick strained as it neared her glistening opening. My heart began to race. I could almost feel my dick entering her lovely orifice. She smiled and her eyes opened. Her pupils were large deep pools and I felt myself being drawn to her gaze. Though her body was one of submission, her eyes were quite the opposite. Her stare was one of control and commanding. And although my dick ached for her pussy; my mind suddenly paused at the contrast and I realized it was a dream. Quickly looking down through the bright light, my dick was just entering her pussy. I awoke to a pumping sensation. My dick was pulsating. I tried to will it to stop but it was too late. It was followed by warm, wet cum spraying inside my underwear. I had no control of it, felt no orgasm and just waited for the pulsation to subside. Reaching up, I switched the light on the nightstand and pulled back the covers. My white underwear was soaked with sticky cum. It had happened again. I had gone to a doctor and told him I was cumming in my sleep several times a week. He called it nocturnal emissions and said it was normal. He did admit several times a week was quite much and pretty much said I needed to get laid more or jack off to try and prevent it. I was in between girlfriends but passed off the advice. It wasn't that I couldn't get girlfriends. I was a successful business consultant and had once been a male model in college but my travels pretty much limited the girlfriend scenario as I career climbed. It wasn't the nocturnal emissions that really bothered me. It was the dreams that preceded them. I had come close to fucking an assortment of beauties, which was understandable knowing my sexual preferences. But I had even cum in my sleep just as I was about to fuck a misty haze or as I was spreading my legs for some unseen dick to enter my ass. How was I going to tell the doctor about those dreams? A mist wasn't sexy but something beckoned me to fuck it, so I did. I never had a desire for a man to fuck me; but my dick sprayed cum at the prospect. And even the women, which a guy would expect in a wet dream; they always were of great beauty but something would awaken me that alerted me to their inhuman nature. My best friend was one of those new age psychic authorities. I sought his advice. The friend in him told me to enjoy it. I told him I never got to enjoy anything. Once I was about to fuck the vision, I awakened to a stream of painful cum. No orgasm. He then got serious and asked for details. They all involved me about to enter a vision or a vision about to enter me. I was always being beckoned for more but I'd awake to my dick exploding. Then the occultist in him kicked in. He went and did research for days then got back to me. "Do you want the visions to go away or do you want to consummate the vision?" He asked. At first, I wanted to just make them go away and told him so. He seemed to relax and handed me some Latin words written on a piece of paper. "What's this?" I asked. "Just read it before you go to bed. After eight nights, the visions will stop." He said. Seemed easy enough. But I was curious. I looked at the paper as my friend tried to change the subject. "What do you mean by; did I want to consummate the vision?" I interrupted. There was a long pause. My friends face grew serious. "Listen. Whether you believe it or not; Spiritual creatures are trying to have sex with you." He said. "Oh, come on." I smiled. "No. You've been chosen. I looked it up. All the elements are there; the vision, the frequency, the emissions. To the creatures, your nocturnal emissions are just foreplay." "This is a joke. This is your occult fantasy stuff." "I'm serious. For centuries, beings in other dimensions desire to have sex with humans in this dimension. I guess it's kinky to them." He said. "Okay. So what does it mean to consummate the vision?" I said. "Well. If you consent to union with these beings; they'll...well, they'll have sex with you. " "So what's the problem with that?" "Right now they're just teasing you. You don't understand but sex has more of a spiritual dimension than a physical dimension. That's what the spirits are after. They want the physical experience but it translates into a more powerful spiritual union. It can have unknown consequences." He said. "So what do I do?" I asked. My friend was reluctant. But after some encouragement he pulled out another piece of paper with more Latin. I only had to read it three nights. So I did. Oddly the nocturnal emissions stopped that week. I hadn't had an emission in a couple of nights so I just knew the visions would reoccur within a night or two and happen again right on schedule; but they didn't. It was the last night to read the Latin. I read it, turned off the light and went to bed. I kept thinking that at least the emissions had stopped. After midnight I was awakened from a deep sleep. It wasn't a dream because I opened my eyes and looked around the room trying to figure out what had awakened me. And I knew it was after midnight because I looked at the clock. I also knew it wasn't a dream because my dick wasn't hard and I wasn't floating. I felt the bed; I could see the room in the dim light that filtered through the window. It was real. So I shrugged and decided to go back to sleep. Before I closed my eyes however, a warm feeling came over me. The cover was too much, I figured; so I pulled them off. I sleep in white jockey shorts but I had this strange urge to sleep naked. Even though I live alone in my apartment, I never sleep naked but figured why not, so I stripped them off. I wasn't sleepy either so I just stared at the ceiling. Soon I felt, well...I felt a presence. But I wasn't afraid. I kept looking around the dim room. The moonlight drifted through the curtains and the room took on a smoky haze. Nothing supernatural or anything, it was just the full moon outside. I had seen it illuminate the room before. It made everything look like a black and white movie late at night. A warm breeze lightly drifted over me. I raised my head briefly to see if I had closed the window before bedtime but noticed I was aroused by the sensation. I figured I was not accustomed to my genitals being exposed in the bed at night and should just enjoy my newfound freedom. The breeze drifted over my genitals again. It was soft; barely perceptible. But my dick responded. Slowly in the subdued light I watched as it gradually engorged. First my dick was lying limp on my hip. But as it filled with blood, it slowly slid all by itself up my hip and to my abdomen. When it reached my abdomen, it began to rise into the air. It was slow and gradual. As it neared its full erection it began to pulsate to the beat of my heart. It felt nice and I thought it odd that I would get hard with no stimulation. So I watched in fascination. But I quickly had this feeling come over me. You know the feeling. It was a lustful feeling. A desire. Like if you were about to masturbate or had been watching a porn movie. It's the same feeling people describe when they say they're horny. I wanted to fuck and it was so strong I would have fucked nearly anything and not cared. At first, I thought I'd just jack off and go back to bed. But I had the urge to move my hips; so I did. I was lying on my back. My dick was pointed toward the ceiling. So I started raising my hips then lowering them. It felt good. I did it again and my dick warmed. The next time I raised my hips higher and settled my buttocks deeper into the bed before raising them again. My dick felt as if it was being softly gripped as I did. Soon I was thrusting into the air. Each time my body tingled and I felt warmer and warmer. I gripped the bed with both hands on either side of my body and continued to fuck the empty air above me. My dick felt as if it was being pulled and squeezed with each thrust. After several minutes I realized this felt better than masturbation. It felt better than any woman I had fucked. It was simply indescribable. It was like I had no control over my pelvis. The desire to fuck was overwhelming and intuitively I knew I was building toward an orgasm. But I didn't care and it was all the more exciting that I was not touching my dick or fucking a woman to do it. The silence of the room was broken by my moans. I balled the sheets in my hands and arched my back toward the ceiling. My dick rose as high in the air as my back and buttocks could push it as I jerked my genitals skyward. Then it happened. My body tingled. The room began to spin. My ass twitched and I no longer felt the bed beneath me. There seemed to be no support to my back and time suddenly slowed. I felt as if my body was about to explode with ecstatic sensations as sparks filled my vision and the room darkened. Then I felt it. The feeling was familiar yet more intense. My balls contracted tightly against my body and a surge of electricity rolled up my dick only to explode from the tip. I was cumming. Pulsation after pulsation sprayed from the tip. As it did, my dick felt as if a vacuum had been placed over it and every drop was being sucked from my shaft. I then collapsed on the bed. The bed bounced. It was as if I had been dropped from several feet onto it. I wanted to feel for the wet cum which I knew had landed on the bed but my arms wouldn't move. I was drenched in sweat and exhausted. I thought I'd just rest a bit before I cleaned up but drifted off to sleep instead. The next morning the sun gleamed through the window. I awoke and had not moved form my position the night before. I was on my back and felt fully refreshed. Then I remembered my ejaculatory joys the night before and dreaded cleaning the sheets. However, as I felt around the bed; no dry cum. Was it a dream? No, I concluded. It clearly wasn't a dream. But where was the evidence of it? "Ok, what's up." I asked my friend later in the day. "You're kidding. It happened?" He said. "You tell me. What did happen?" "Well. According to legend. If the spirits tease you and you evoke them by the Latin I gave you; then they will visit to give you a taste of what they offer. You don't get to see them unless you.....well, anyway...how was it?" He said. "It was great. The best orgasm I ever had. What is it I have to do to see them? Or do I want to see them? Are they ugly or something? Is that why you're evasive?" "Oh no. Supposedly they are the most beautiful beings ever, like your dreams. It's just. Well, the legend says you have to be willing to submit then partake of your own seed before you can fully enjoy what they have to offer." "What does submit and partake of your own seed mean?" "Don't know. I'm just telling you what the ancient text says. I do know that last night you accepted them; now you have to accept them somehow. You know, submit to them. It's said the spirits will make it clear to you. But you have to say the Latin backward three nights now." He said. "Are you leaving anything out this time?" I asked. "Oh, no. I just didn't think it would happen. Just be careful what you wish for. It's hard for a macho guy like you to submit to anything when it comes to sex. I don't know why the spirits chased you down." Deep down I knew. My friend heard about my female conquests. What he didn't know was I was a sensitive, caring guy too. In fact, I liked being dominated by a woman rather than being so macho all the time. I even liked my women fucking me on top. I could be a submissive kind of guy in private. It was a big turn on for women. So I said the Latin backward. On the third night, I found it hard to sleep. I kept watching the clock so I knew I never fell asleep. Just after midnight, I had to urinate. I went to the bathroom and relieved myself. After flushing the toilet, I stood in front of the large mirror. It was a large bathroom for an apartment and even had two sinks side by side. I washed my hands in the dark. I could barely see but there was a nightlight plugged into an electric receptacle and it provided enough illumination to keep you from breaking a toe on a corner late at night. I looked at my naked body in the mirror. I had slept in the nude every night since the spiritual orgasm occurred. I could see myself from the genitals up in the dim yellow light, which was so low you had to squint to really see much. It was really an outline of my body and long shadows. My dick dangled in front. My chest muscles were tight from lifting weights. My abdomen was flat and toned. It was then that the atmosphere seemed to change. My ears popped and the dim nightlight flickered. "Place your hands and phallus on the marble" For a moment I wondered if I were imagining a voice or was it real. I looked around and my eyes met only darkness. My heart pounded but it was not fear as much as it was the unknown. Was I hearing things with my ears or my mind? "Lean over the marble. Display your phallus there. Submit yourself." The marble? Phallus? I looked down. The counter was cool and shiny. It was also marble. My dick hung at the level of it. Oh, yes. My dick. Now my heart pounded from excitement. I had seen the beauties. I had tasted an orgasm by them unseen. There was nothing I wouldn't submit to in order to experience that world. I lifted my dick and placed it on the cool counter in front of me. I looked around and insured I was in the bathroom alone. I then placed both hands on the counter top between the sinks. I then looked at my reflection in the mirror. At first nothing happened. The floor was cool to my bare feet. The counter cooled my dick; which lay upon it. My hands melded to the marble top as they perspired slightly. But soon warmth filled the room. I sensed movement but saw nothing. In the reflection, I could sense a wavy haze behind me and a warm breeze brushed my back. Suddenly, my ass warmed and a breeze drifted over the mounds of my buttocks and onto my lower back and thighs. There was no voice to guide me. But I suddenly felt my nakedness. I became aware of my dick on the counter and my bare chest. I felt vulnerable. I stood there motionless for the longest time. My mind reviewed my sexual encounters. The times I was kind and sensitive but even the times I was inexperienced and selfish as well. In the mirror I seemed to see visions of male and female but the sexual differences strangely morphed and I could no longer tell which was male or female, yet they both were beautiful. It was as if I was taking an account of my thoughts and sexual being. I was getting a glimpse into real beauty and it didn't involve being attracted to the feminine side of sexuality and repulsed by the masculine. There was a balance in their world. There was a give and a take; a yin and a yang; a masculine and a feminine. There was a time to dominate and a time to submit. And although there was no voice; something spoke to me and I knew what they meant. It's why I stood there so long. Finally, I made my decision. I placed my hands further forward and leaned over the counter a bit more. My dick still rested on the cool marble. My ass was even more exposed but I realized it provided an entrance to my body. And although it was merely physical; it was a physical access to my physical and spiritual submission. Warmth radiated off the backs of my legs. It rose to my buttocks and up my back. A slight breeze drifted over the back of my neck as if the breath of unseen forces. Slowly I felt what I somehow expected. The cheeks of my ass loosened and I felt an invisible probing of my ass. I braced myself for the worst but surprisingly my fears were unfounded. Something entered me. I do not know what; but the sphincter of my ass relaxed involuntarily and I gradually felt a fullness growing in my bowels that began with my ass. Rather than painful as I imagined, it was pleasant. So pleasant that my dick began to engorge. It warmed the cool marble counter and began to rise. It was then that a slow pulsation began in my ass. In and out; a rising and a falling sensation as my ass hole opened and closed; opened and closed. It was involuntary. But there was no question that although there was no man behind me nor a woman wearing a strap on dildo; I was nevertheless being fucked by unseen forces. And despite my masculinity, I couldn't have enjoyed it more. The fucking motion continued for the longest time. My ass opened and closed hundreds of times and I was filled from within over and over. My erection bobbed in front of me and I began to moan with each rhythm of motion. As my erection soon reached a peak, to the point that it ached; this rhythm increased. My ass opened and closed as if something invisible was fucking me in and out faster and faster. My breathing quickened. My heart pounded. Soon my body was no longer my own once again. My ass hole started to twitch. I had the desire to push back against the fucking rhythm in my ass but wanted to thrust my dick forward at the same time. My thighs then suddenly seized. I rose to my tiptoes. My breath stopped in my throat. Every muscle in my body was gripped in spasm and I felt a sudden burning in my dick. On my tiptoes, I was only able to keep my fingertips on the countertop to steady myself. But as I looked down I saw gushes of cum stream from my dick. The first stream hit the mirror but successive streams arced line after thin line of pearly fluid on the marble counter before me. My ass continued to twitch for some time and my dick involuntarily pulsated as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure swept over me. The last few eruptions from the tip of my pulsating dick spurted thick globs and deposited the white cum on the counter as an exclamation point to my orgasm. Then it was over. I kept my hands on the counter and rested for a moment. Beads of sweat filled my brow. My breathing leveled. What do I do now? Can I let go of the counter? What happens next? Below me my dick was slowly relaxing. My ass felt warm but no longer twitched. All that was left of the moment was the cum filled counter. Line after line of white fluid lay sparkling on the marble counter top. Submit and partake. Now I got it. I had this overwhelming desire for my own semen. And it fit perfectly with what my friend told me. I lowered my head to the counter. The counter was cool but the cum was still warm. I licked a small line. A salty sensation met my tongue. I licked more and more, filling my mouth with the slimy milky fluid until the mirror and whole counter was clean with no evidence of my midnight orgasm. The next day there was a knock on my door. I had slept well all night and wondered what the next few days would bring. I expected something mystical, something wondrous. So I answered the door a little miffed because I wanted to wait in the apartment alone all day or better yet I couldn't wait until nightfall. I planned to go to bed early to see what awaited me. Besides, spirits don't knock so the door was an interruption. Nocturnal Emissions Her name was Amy. She was moving in the apartment next door and needed some help with some heavy stuff. Now if you're wondering how she figures into the whole sexual spirit world I had been pursuing, I'm still pondering that myself. But if you must know, she has the softest skin I've felt. She has an angelic face and a room-brightening smile. And she seems to like guys that are not too macho but not too feminine either. I rarely have nocturnal emissions anymore. Strangely the only time I did have one was when she was out of town for three days. She says she seems to feel my presence, even when we're apart. Funny how that happens. The Sex? I can't even put it into words. Oh, and her eyes...well. Her eyes are deep and dark. And I love them. Nocturnal Emissions I was fast asleep, when it all went down. I heard noises coming from down stairs and was startled awake. Thinking it was just my imagination, or possibly just a dream, I settled back down into the comfort of my 3 pillows. I can still feel the effects of the alcohol from the party that night. Man, what a party, I drank way too much. And I am sure that I may have gone too far flirting with several of my female friends. I just smile as I start to replay the kisses, the groping, the near fucking, as I am drifting off to guiltless sleep again. It was a little harmless fun after all, right? My drunken slumber was filled with dreams of her, the one that got away. Just as my dream was starting to get interesting, I realize the feeling of her mouth on my cock feels amazingly real for a dream. Too real. I wake again with a start, hands tied down above my head using some sort of cloth, eyes covered also by some sort of soft cloth. My blankets are pulled down exposing my naked body to the cool night air of my bedroom, and my very hard cock deep in someones mouth. I feel not one, not two, but three separate pairs of hands on my body. One pair playing with my cock and balls as that mouth worked its magic. The second pair was rubbing my leg and stomach as a second set of lips started to kiss side. The third set of hands held my shoulder and rubbed my head as the third mouth started sucking on my ear and whispered for me to just relax and let it happen. The moan escaping from the mouth wrapped around my cock, the whisper in my ear, and the giggle from my side all betrayed my home invaders. Each one of them I would never have expected to be doing this, not with me anyway. The one rubbing my head knows full well that she has control of me right now, she has my off button in her hands. As she sucked on my ears, neck, cheek, and lips, she let up a little on my hair, so that I could enjoy the fucking awesome blow-job I was receiving from a very enthusiastic and naked young woman at the bottom of my bed. I could tell she was naked, or at least topless, due to very ample breasts swaying back and forth, nipples brushing up against my thighs as she continued to massage my balls and sucking my cock deep down into her throat. This was quite possibly the best blow-job I have ever received. The second girl to my side continued to rub my body all over, and eventually got up onto the bed and straddled my chest reverse, as the third woman whispered encouragements into my ear. "Come on sweetheart, go ahead and cum for her. She wants you to cum for her, go ahead and cum in her mouth. She wants to taste you, so badly, cum for her baby." Her encouragement, was too much for me to hold back any more than I already was. My body tightened up, my legs rigid, cock pulsing deep in her throat, I let go with a torrent of cum. The mouth surrounding my hardness pulled back so that just the head of my cock was in her mouth, lips sealed tight around my head. She moaned in ecstasy around me, as she herself seemed to be experiencing an orgasm. "Mmm, see that? You made her cum too." the whisper continued at my ear. "Now its my turn for a taste, while you recover enough for what I really want." That fine mouth finally and, I could, reluctantly released it hold on my now deflating penis. The body straddling my chest started to scoot back and offered up her pussy to my hungering mouth. The sweet taste was a delicacy I have long missed. My tongue quickly found its mark, flicking back and forth over the sweet nectar covered button of this obviously horny girl. It wasn't very long before I felt the soft licks of a tongue on my now re-hardening penis. As the warm mouth engulfed me for the second time tonight, my tongue deep in the pussy smothering my face, I felt the light flood the room even through the blindfold. "Hell, if I can't fuck him, I am at least going to watch you fuck him darling." The voice came from my left side by the light switch. My now hard cock was released from its warm and wet embrace as two whispered voices each went "Shhhhhh!!!" An embarrassed, "Oops," followed very quickly from the left. "Well, fuck too late now, probably knows who I am now, so no need for me to whisper." Suddenly the mouth that was around my cock was replaced with the soft, smooth, wet, hot and tight sensations that could only be the pussy of a very excited and ready to fuck woman. With my arms tied down, I could do nothing to help raise her up and down my cock, but she seemed to know exactly what and how she wanted my cock. Her body rose and fell hard against me, causing my cock to pump deep into her wanton pussy. The feeling on my dick was so incredible that I momentarily forgot that I was suppose to be eating the sweet tasting pussy that was now pressing itself deeper onto my face looking for its own pleasurable release. I quickly started to administer a more vigorous tonguing of the fine pussy that was dripping its juices on my chin. I hear a whisper from above me, "Look...Looks like...she brought her a friend...with her." The distinct sounds of a vibrator now filled the room between the grunts and moans. "Mmm...uh...oh...she...should've...just...gone ahead...and fucked him...mmm...it's...wonder...ful." "Fuck that, I had my taste...now I am just going to enjoy the show darlin'." The familiar voice said from over by my dresser bench. The body below me was now starting to tense up as she raised up and down the shaft. I could tell her organism was close. I myself, was going to come very soon too. I felt my balls begin to tighten signaling my approaching orgasm. I started to squirm, the girl smothering my face, could Sense my rising frustration. She raised herself up, off of my face as she started to hear my muffled statements. "Mmph..MMM..I...am...gonna...cum...You better get off..." My fuck partner showed no signs of slowing down or any hesitation in her working of my cock in and out of her now smoldering hot pussy. In fact, I am almost certain that she started fuck me harder, her whispers no longer controlled, her grunts and moans of ecstasy cluing me in to her own orgasm beginning. "before...I...cum" her pussy now clamping down hard on my cock, my every fiber resisting letting go, of my own orgasm. "in...side...you...oh...fuck...I...can't...hold...on..." Her body collapses into mine, her pussy still in spasms, she kisses me, still fucking me, she half grunts, half husky whisper, "go ahead...cu..cummmmm...in me...I want you...inside...me" Hearing that, the floodgates open, and my soul pours into her unprotected pussy. I moan in agony as my entire body stiffens with the earth-shattering experience. Our bodies are tight together as she slows her movements. She is now hugging me, her breasts tightly squeezed between us, her lips hungrily seeking mine. As she broke the kiss, and lifted herself up onto my chest with her arms. "Mmm, I needed that." she whispered, to who I couldn't tell. After a few moments, she raised herself up, reluctantly I could tell, off of, my again deflating, penis. She then collapsed against me on the bed. I don't know how I could tell, but I was certain she was smiling. "Here." a now spoken voice said, as some sort of glass was put to my lips, "take a hit." "I know that smell." I said just before taking a deep hit off the pipe. "And that voice." I followed up as I exhaled. "I know what you like," the voice said, as she gave me a kiss, her mouth filled with smoke meant for me to breathe in. "Just a little something to relax you while you recoup." My arm restraints were loosened as the voice continued, "and I think we are done with these for now." The first thing I did with my newly released arms was wrap my right arm around the naked and still writhing form next to me. My left hand was guided by the second form on my left to a very soft breast. The body to my right hugged me tighter, and her hand fell to my penis. Her hand wrapped itself around my now limp member, and started to stroke it up and down in an attempt to get me hard yet again. My left hand was then directed down the front of the girl on my left so that it was pressed against a very wet and hot and shaved pussy. "See how hot that tongue of yours has made me? Mmm, finger me, and get that cock ready...I want you to fuck me from behind." The buzz of the vibrator still humming along muffled by the pussy across the room. "Take another hit." as the pipe was put to my lips again, and take a hit I did. The faint sounds of a wrapper being opened came from my right, and the unmistakeable feeling of a condom being rolled down my newly hardened dick. "Sorry Luv, no more bare back. That was only for me." "Fine with me," I smirk as I exhale. My fingers on both hands now deep in a pussy on both sides. the one on my right much wetter do to the copious amounts of my cum now drizzling out slowly. "Okay luv," the voice on my right says as she releases herself from my fingers and starts to raise me up off the bed. "You need to get up, so you can get fucked again." I work myself up to my knees, my cock pointing strait out in front of me. My left hand is then extricated from the tight pussy to my left, and brought behind my back along with my right hand. As I feel the tie again wrapping around both of my hands I realize I am not going to get to use my hands to fuck this next tight little body. "How am I going to get good leverage if I can't hold on to her?" "Don't worry," says the voice behind me. "She...will...manage..." the voice across the room finished as I felt the heat of a body in front of me getting closer and eventually impaling itself on my condom covered cock. The body behind me pressed itself up against me, her pussy strategically placed at my tied hands, arms reaching around me and pulling the tight ass deeper into me, my cock reaching deeper into the tight squeeze of the girl to my front. My fingers working the cum drenched woman behind me, my cock pumping in and out of the tight little body being forced onto it from the arms around me, and the rising sounds of pleasure from in front of me and across the room, all led to my excitement building much quicker than I ever imagined after have cum twice already. I struggled momentarily against my bindings, and freed my right hand and reached around to get even better leverage against this sweet little fuck in front of me. As she felt my hand reach her hip, she let out a deep moan, and her pussy clamped down on my cock so hard that I was having a hard time pushing back in. My left hand then let go of the pussy behind and grasped the hip in front, and I slammed my cock back into the now spasmodic pussy. The body behind me pressed even closer to me, her breasts flattened up against my back, her arms grasping my chest. The vibrator across the room alternating quickly between loud and muffled buzzing, signaled to me that our voyeur was close to her orgasm too. My body, finally let go of my last orgasm, as I slammed back into the pussy in front of me as she collapsed forward, her ass still high in the air. I collapsed forward and to the left myself my cock popping out of the now well fucked hole. At this point the effects of that pipe started to take effect. It wasn't long before I was back to sleeping soundly. The next thing I knew, my alarm was blaring in my ear, telling me it was time to wake up. At first I thought it was all just a fucking awesome dream, but then I smelled the distinct odor of pot. There was also a used condom, tied shut, resting on my bed table, and the lipstick kisses of three separate lips on my chest, and hickeys all over my body....But I don't really know when those happened... Nocturnal Emissions This is my first erotic story, feedback is welcomed and MUCH appreciated. I am willing to make another chapter if enough people ask for it as well. (All characters are eighteen and over) ***** My name is Josh. I am 19, have black hair, brown eyes and a pale complexion. Why do I tell you this, you ask? The answer is to contrast my averageness to my goddess step-sister Jennifer. Jennifer is blonde, has deep blue eyes and beautiful tan skin. She has a slim figure, with perfectly proportioned b-cup breasts that accented her figure. She also had a perfectly round ass that would make even a gay man do a double take. I haven't always thought of Jennifer this way, though. This is the story of how I fell in love with my step sister. ~~~~~~~~~ It was the June of 2014. School had just been let out for the summer, and Jennifer had just turned eighteen. I had graduated the year before, and Jennifer and I was looking for a part-time job to keep ourselves from dying of boredom. My father Jack married Jennifer's mom Julia a few years after my mother died, so Jennifer and I became close at a young age. Julia worked as a full time nurse at the local hospital, and my father was always away on business trips. As a result, Jennifer and I spent a lot of time together in the weeks following graduation. It was during this time that I began to notice Jennifer in ways that a brother shouldn't. At first, it was only small things she started doing to get my attention... Jennifer started to wear perfume around the house when our parents weren't home, which I thought was strange. She hadn't had a boyfriend for over two years, and would say she was waiting for the right person when asked about it. She started to wear more and more revealing clothes when our parents were out of the house, and would change into something more decent when they would come back. "What are you doing, bro?" Jennifer asked one day, startling me as she came into my room unexpectedly. "Jeez Jen, you scared me!" I replied, nearly dropping my PlayStation 4 controller. Jen is my nickname for her; she only lets me call her that. Jen laughed. "It was totally worth it!" She told me. "I'm busy playing Call of Duty Ghosts. I'm playing Hardcore Domination." I told Jen, my back still turned to her. "Do you have a second controller?" Jen asked. I was taken by surprise over her sudden interest in gaming, so I turned around. I was taken even more by surprise by what she was wearing. Jen was wearing extremely short-shorts and a bright, tight fitting camisole. I ran my eyes down her gorgeous figure, and returned to her face quickly. "Are you going to stare at me or give me a controller?" Jen said with a flirtatious smile. "U-uh yeah." I replied, stammering. I fiddled around on my entertainment center in my room and found a spare controller. Jen sat down next to me on my bed, and stuck her hand out for the controller. I exited the match, and signed her in to one of my buddies' accounts. "So how do you work the controller?" Jen asked. I raised my eyebrow. "You don't know how to work a controller?" I asked, skeptically. "Not really. I'm just really bored and decided to play with you." Jen replied. "Oh, ok." I replied. I spent the next five minutes telling Jen how a video game controller worked, and she caught on quick. Over the next couple hours we played various games, and Jen got really into it. I would sneak a glance at her breasts and gorgeous figure. I couldn't tell if she was letting me look, or if she was really zoned in. Either way, I enjoyed the view. After about two hours, Jen told me she was going to take a shower. Jen gave the controller back to me, and exited the room slowly. Either I was really horny, or she seemed to sway her hips more than normal when walking out. Regardless of which one it was, Jen looked really sexy doing it. I looked back at the TV and sighed. I had completely lost interest in gaming, and was really horny. It felt wrong; no brother is supposed to get sexually excited by their sister, even if they are not blood-related. I looked at the clock on my night stand, it was after two. My stomach growled, so I left my room and headed toward the kitchen. On the way to the kitchen, I stopped because the bathroom door was cracked open. Steam was coming out from the crack, and the bathroom radio was on. My mind was torn, and I didn't know what I should do. On one hand, I could just go into the kitchen and get myself something to eat. On the other hand, I could crack the door open a little further, and try to get a peak at Jen. It felt wrong, and I felt disgusted with myself for even thinking about it. I was about to go to the kitchen when the thought of seeing Jen naked filled me with lust. I decided to go for the latter. I crept toward the bathroom door, and pressed my ear to it. Jen was singing along to some pop song, so I cracked the door open a little further. I was in luck, only the clear shower curtain was draped across. My jaw hit the floor when I saw her beautiful body. Jen's back was turned to me, and I ran my eyes down her gorgeous figure. Jen had the most perfect hourglass I had ever seen, and her round ass was in perfect display. Jen suddenly turned, facing the shower curtain. I panicked, until I saw that her eyes were closed. I realized that through the steam, shower curtains and tiny crack in the door that she wouldn't be able to see me anyway. I kept watching, now with a raging hard-on. Jen's breasts were every bit as perfect as I'd imagined. Definitely not the biggest, but I was never a fan of big breasts anyway. Jen's pussy lips were tiny and she was clean shaven. Jen grabbed a washcloth and poured soap on it, and proceeded to wash her arms and chest. I withdrew my cock, and started to stroke it as I watched Jen wash herself. Jen turned around, and washed her backside, paying extra attention to her ass. She bent over and washed her legs, putting her pussy on display for me to see. Jen had a beautiful camel toe, and this finally pushed me over the edge. I came harder than I have ever came before, and I rushed to the kitchen sink to dispose of the evidence. Endorphins hit me like a freight train, and I breathed a sigh of contentment. I decided to make hot pockets, and put them in the microwave. Jen finally exited the bathroom when I was eating the hot pockets. Jen's hair was curled, and she was wearing a blue shirt with black skinny jeans. I quickly eyed her, then focused my attention on her face. She raised her eyebrow, and crossed her arms. "Did you enjoy the view?" Jen asked, tapping her foot. "Wh-what do you mean?" I asked, blushing. My heart started to race. "Well, it's funny that you ask. First, I hear running footsteps headed toward the kitchen, then I get out of the shower, and the door is halfway open, and then I find you here blushing!" Jen shouted. "Now, you either fess up and tell me what you did, or mom and dad will hear about this!" She threatened. My head dropped in defeat, and my heart sank. I knew I was caught, and was overcome with shame and guilt. "I was spying on you in the shower." I said quietly. "Why would you do that? If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask!" Jen shouted at me, furious. "Jen, I-I'm sorry!" I stammered, not even thinking about what she said. "I swear, it won't happen again! P-please don't tell them about... Wait, what?" I asked, her sentence just now sinking in. Jen smiled, then walked over and kissed me. After a few seconds she let me go. "I said, if you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask." Jen replied softly. My head was spinning with so many thoughts, that I didn't know what to say. "You're not mad?" I asked, not able to think of anything else to say. Jen smiled and laughed. "Josh, I've been sending you signals ever since I graduated. The perfume, skanky clothing and even the bathroom door cracked open was all for you." Jen told me. "I've left the bathroom door open every day, hoping you would sneak a peak at me. Do you want to know how I knew you opened the door?" Jen asked. "How?" I asked, shocked that she had been trying to seduce me. "I put a feather on top of the door as a trap, to see when you would trip it." Jen replied, grinning. I didn't know what to say. "Why?" was all I could think to say. "Josh, I know it's wrong and unnatural, but I've fallen in love with you. Do you remember when my boyfriend broke up with me right before homecoming during sophomore year?" Jen asked. I nodded. "I came home crying. You comforted me, and took me to homecoming. That night is when I fell in love with you. When we slow danced, all I could think about was how you made me feel. No other boy has made me feel like you do." Jen told me. I thought back to that night, remembering that slow dance. We held each other, starting into each other's eyes. It was so romantic, and only now I realize that I felt the same way. I stood up, and brushed her hair back behind her ears. I leaned in and kissed Jen. She wrapped her arms around my neck, so I put my hands around her waist and pulled her against me. As our tongues danced, I no longer had any lingering feelings of lust. This was pure love, and she was no longer my sister to me, but a woman I had fallen in love with. When we were lost in the moment, I heard the front door open. Jen pulled away and went to the freezer to look inconspicuous. Julia entered the kitchen, still in her scrubs. "Josh! You're actually out of your cave for once." Julia joked. "Very funny. How many assholes did you stick your finger up today?" I shot back. "Josh, you know I'm not a proctologist!" Julia told me. "Still, it was funny." I told her. Julia rolled her eyes. "As much as I'd like to stay here and whoop your ass for saying that, I've got to get to the hospital. I just came by to grab some lunch and drop a couple of things off." Julia told me. "Ok." I told her. "I'll see you kids later, I've got to get going." Julia told us. As soon as Julia left, Jen threw herself at me. We kissed for another few minutes, then Jen pulled away. "No more today, I want you fresh for tonight." Jen told me, then winked. "Tonight?" I asked, a thrill rushing through me. "I want you to come into my room tonight, after mom goes to sleep. I have a gift for you." Jen told me. "Ok." I told her. Jen pecked me on the lips. "I'll see you then." She told me. "It's a date." I told her. ~~~~~~~~~ I laid in bed, heart racing. I had no idea what Jen had planned, but it was almost certain that it didn't involve clothes. I looked at the clock on my night stand. It read 2:34 am. I was almost certain that Julia was asleep. I crept out of my bed and opened my door. I tiptoed to our parents room and opened the door, calling softly to Julia. When I didn't get a response, I closed the door. My father was out of town for a business meeting, so I didn't have to worry about him being there. Jennifer's room was on the opposite side of the house as our parents', so we didn't have to worry about making too much noise. I tiptoed to Jen's room, and opened her door. Jen turned her lamp on when I entered. She was lying on her bed with a white silk nightgown that made her look even more stunning. Jen motioned for me to cross the room, and I did as commanded. When I got closer, I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra; her breasts were easily visible. I stripped off my shirt, and joined her on her bed. Jen motioned for me to get on top of her, and I obeyed. I got on top of Jen, and slowly kissed her. I was a bit nervous about having our bodies touch, but Jen pulled me against her. "Are you ready for your gift?" Jen asked me between kisses. I nodded. "What is it?" I asked. Jen smiled. "Your gift is my virginity." "You are a virgin?" I asked, shocked. "Yes, I'm still a virgin. I don't have a hymen though, I lost it when horseback riding." Jen told me. "It will be my first time too." I told her. Jen smiled, then kissed me again. "It's time you unwrapped your present, Josh." She told me. I nodded. I got off of Jen, and she sat up. I ran my hand up her legs, grabbing her nightgown and pulling it up slowly. When I undressed her, I discovered she was naked underneath. "You are so beautiful, Jen." I told her. I ran my hands up her stomach, and stopped at her breasts. Jen softly moaned in pleasure. I kissed Jen, and she slowly laid on her back. I released her lips, and kissed her neck. I softly sucked on her neck, because I didn't want it to show in the morning. Jen's nipples became hard against my chest, so I sucked a little harder. As I gave her a hickey, she stroked my back with her fingernails, sending a wave of pleasure up my spine. I kissed the hollow of her neck, and she dug into my back. I sucked on her left nipple, and she ran her fingers through my hair. When I moved to her right nipple, I played with her left in my fingers. After I pleasured both of her breasts, I left trails of kisses down her stomach, leading to her pussy. I took a deep breath, inhaling her sweet scent. I rubbed my thumb on her clit, and she covered her mouth to moan in pleasure. By this time, Jen's pussy was wet with her juices. I stuck two fingers inside her, and she grabbed at the sheets. I withdrew my fingers, and licked her juices off of them. She tasted both sweet and salty; I loved her flavor. I opened Jen's pussy lips, exposing her clit. I closed my eyes, and licked her clit; It tasted divine. I flicked her clit with my tongue, and she grabbed the back of my head. I didn't mind that she dug in with her fingers, I was completely focused on pleasuring her. "Stick your tongue inside." Jen whispered through ragged breaths. I needed no further encouragement. I plunged my tongue inside her pussy and fucked her with my tongue. She mashed my face against her pussy with her left hand, and covered her mouth with her right. I could her her moans of ecstasy, and it turned me on. I started rubbing her clit with my thumb, and she dug her fingers into my head. At the same time I was still tongue fucking her, savoring her flavor. Jen started bucking her hips, and she placed both hands on my head. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" Jen told me. She started grinding against my hand and face, and arched her back. She whimpered softly, in pure ecstasy. When she came down, she looked at me with animal desire. "I need you inside me, now!" Jen informed me. I nodded, adrenaline surging. I stood up, and Jen got underneath the covers. I got in on top of her, and positioned my cock at her entrance. "Don't worry, I'm on birth control. We belong together." Jen told me. I put the head of my cock at her entrance, and slowly pushed in. This time, I moaned in pleasure. Her pussy engulfed my head, and felt so tight. She felt like velvet. "Go slow." Jen told me. As I slowly inched my cock in, Jen pulled me down on top of her, melting her body to mine. She kissed me, not minding her own taste. As our tongues danced, I inched my way in further. The pressure and velvet-like feeling was amazing, and she squeezed her vagina muscles as I reached the base of my cock. "I feel so full." Jen told me. "You feel amazing, love." I told her. I let her get used to my size for a few minutes before withdrawing. I penetrated her again, this time a little faster. Jen ran her fingers down my back again, sending waves of ecstasy up my spine. Once I was at my base again, I withdrew and then plunged into her again. "Go a little faster." Jen told me. I withdrew, then plunged into her again, this time hitting her cervix. Jen groaned in pleasure, pulling me to her face to kiss me. I stuck my tongue in her mouth as far as it would go, and she took it gladly. I started to thrust faster and faster, knowing I wasn't going to last much longer. "Don't stop!" Jen told me. I grabbed Jen and rolled us over, with me on bottom. I held her tight against my body, and continued thrusting. Jen began to give me a hickey, though she was careful not to leave marks. "Tell me when you're about to come!" I whispered in her ear, and she nodded. Jen began to push back against my thrusts, making me hit her cervix repeatedly. "Faster!" She told me, kissing me again. I began to thrust as fast as I could, and I could feel my balls start to tighten. "I'm almost there, Josh!" Jen informed me. Jen started to buck against me fiercely, and closed her eyes. I held my orgasm off by millimeters; I was determined to come at the same time as her. I felt her vagina muscles clamp down, and she was grinding herself against me. "I'm coming! Oh Josh!" Jen gritted through her teeth. "Me too, Jen!" I told her. I pulled her lips to mine, and plunged my tongue in as far as it would go, and I thrust my cock one last time, until I hit her cervix. I let my orgasm take me, as I came deep inside her. Rope after rope of semen filled her, as her pussy milked me dry. Wave after wave, the orgasm hit me like a freight train. Jen started pushing back as hard as she could, and I felt her cervix give way. This sent me into a second orgasm, and I started shooting more loads of semen directly into her womb. When both of our orgasms died down, we kissed each other passionately. "That... Was... Amazing!" Jen told me through ragged breaths. I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. I grabbed Jen and flipped us back over, kissing her and gently squeezing her breasts. My cock was starting to go soft, so I started to withdraw it when Jen stopped me. "Let me catch your cum. I want to taste it." Jen told me. She then put her hand under her ass, and made a cup. I withdrew my cock, and our juices began to flow out of her love tunnel. "Wow, you had a lot of cum!" Jen exclaimed. It looked so satisfying to see Jen with my semen drooling out of her, and she smiled at me when I looked up at her face. "You look so beautiful right now, Jen. I love you so much." I told her. "I love you too Josh." Jen told me. Once the cum had stopped running out of her, she poured it into her mouth and swallowed it. "That was so sexy, love." I told Jen. "It tasted good too. I'll swallow your cum anytime." Jen told me, then winked. A thought occurred to me all of the sudden, and I thought of an idea. "Wait right here, don't move." I told Jen. "What is it?" Jen asked. "Just trust me, you're going to like this." I replied. "Ok." Jen told me. I got out of bed, and put my underwear back on. I opened her door, and tiptoed to my room. I found a notepad, and wrote something on it, then stuck it on my door with scotch tape. After that, I tiptoed back to Jen's room. I locked Jen's door from the inside, and stripped off my underwear. After that, I crawled underneath the covers. "What are you doing Josh? Mom will find us in the morning!" Jen told me. I shook my head. "I left a note on my open door saying I went to a friend's house to help him move something." I told Jen. "You sly devil!" Jen whispered, then play punched me in the arm. "What do you want to do now?" Jen asked. "I want to spoon and fall asleep with the woman of my dreams." I told Jen. "I think that can be arranged." Jen told me, then kissed me. She turned her backside towards me, and I snuggled up to her. I wrapped my right arm under hers, and she intertwined her fingers with mine. After a long and vigorous session, we fell asleep in each other's arms. To be continued...