5 comments/ 40983 views/ 13 favorites Could It Be Love Pt. 01 By: Metalopn Disclaimer This story is fiction, well 75% fiction, with a splash of reality here and there. It contains depictions of sexual acts between men and men, men and women, women and women, and men and MtF transgendered. There is also a small amount of BDSM (mostly humiliation, Domination, and submission). If any of this bothers you please feel free to NOT READ IT. With that said, if you are still interested please enjoy. Prelude A small glint of light danced around the room cutting though the darkness as she stood in the doorway, leaning against it with her hands on her hips. I, alone on the bed, could see the thoughts pouring from her mind in the naughty expression on her face. Her silk evening gown could not conceal her desires of what was to come. Even in this poorly lit candle light I could see the defined shape of her hardening mushroom shaped head swelling beneath the fabric. The air was electric with anticipation as we both savored the scene before us, and the passion of the night that lay ahead. As I lay in the bed, only a small amount of covering to shelter my nudity, I watched with excitement as she left the door frame. Her hips swayed with each step, the thin silk gown protruding from her waist bounced back and forth with each step. Fear gripped me as thoughts of pain entered my mind. This was to be our first time with me on the receiving end of our love making. While I was no stranger to the pleasures of anal sex, it was the size of her that bothered me. What this fiery redhead had hidden between her legs was at least two maybe three inches longer than and just as thick as my equipment. I was not ashamed to be smaller than my girlfriend was though, seven thick cut inches of masculinity had never left me feeling small. "Are you ready for this?" she asked in a low, seductive voice. Chapter One For you to truly understand my story, I would have to go back beyond the first time I met Gwen. Eight months ago I had left a relationship with a smart, attractive woman, who hated sex. We had so many common interests, except for one. Kristen hated sex, hated everything to do with it. I had tried being patient with her; I had tried making it all about her. We had even seen a couple's therapist to my dismay, but at the end of the day, when the lights went out, she still wanted nothing to do with me. Eventually Kristen told me to that it would not bother her if I found an outlet for my sexual activities with someone else, as long as I did not keep it a secret from her. The thought of doing so bothered me at first; it felt too much like I was cheating on her, but as time pressed on my desires found me looking for a lover. Try as though I might, I always seemed to find myself in the arms of a man. I had always considered myself bisexual, but it bothered me not to be with a woman. After a few dates and a few midnight rendezvous, I met a man named Randy. Randy treated me well, and just hanging out was fun. Randy was a handsome black man, close to ten years older then I. He kept in better shape than I did but never once brought it up in conversation. He was a true gentleman to me. Although he preferred to treat me more like a woman in the bedroom, he was always gentle and passionate. Randy seemed to love the responses I would give when he played with my nipples, or kissed the back of my neck. He seldom ever touched my penis; he kept his hands busy rubbing and caressing my body. I didn't mind most of the time as his endowment almost never failed to bring me to climax. Having told Kristen, as per our arrangement, I could tell she was intrigued. Her questions probed for details of our interludes, and she pressed me to invite him over while she was home. As time passed Randy was welcomed to visit even while Kristen was home, in fact it felt like she wanted him to be visit. As time went by the three of us spent more and more time together, but Randy and I never once did anything in her presence. We three would hang out and watch movies, smoke and drink. I could tell Kristen had something on her mind as again and again she would arrange it so that Randy and I were forced to sit together on the couch, until finally she came out and admitted it in an attempt to spur things along. "You know if you two want to mess around right now I won't mind." She casually said. "What right here and now?" I replied, surprised by the boldness she displayed. While it was true that I had begun to always keep myself cleaned out for his visits, just on the off chance that we would have some alone time, I really wasn't prepared to put on a performance in front of her. However it seemed that Randy did not have the same objection. "Really, you don't mind?" He asked her, with a smile on his face. "No, I don't mind. But if you do, I want to watch." She replied, shifting herself in the chair and spreading her legs slightly. In the sixteen months that she and I had been together I had never seen this side of Kristen before. She had never once hinted that she enjoyed seeing two guys have sex. Randy wasted no time freeing himself from the confines of his shorts, his already semi erect dick growing more by the second. With his left hand rubbing himself to a full erection, her wrapped his other arm around me and pulled me closer to him. Though I was still in shock of this situation unfolding before me, my resistance melted away as his powerful lips met mine. Drawing me to him, his passionate kiss made me forget the world around me, as his tongue danced in my mouth. My hand quickly found its way to his hardness and massaged it lightly coercing a moan from him that passed into me. With his now free hand he began to explore my body, rubbing my shoulder and working his way down my chest. Randy slipped his left hand under my shirt going straight to his favorite target, and giving my nipple a little pinch and twist. My head pulled back, breaking our kiss to allow the moans of pleasure escape. With my neck exposed he swiftly leaned in to kiss and gently suck on my neck. Shivers ran down my spine as the pleasures he inflicted on me forced me to forget our surroundings. "On your knees," he whispered in my ear as he pulled back and spread his legs wide. I moved off the couch and between his legs, the attention I had been giving him had his dick at full mast, almost harder than I had ever seen him before. It was clear he was putting on a show. As I transitioned to this new location I heard a stifled moan from afar. My eyes turned to see Kirsten watching on, her legs spread wide and her hand massaging a large and still growing wet spot in her jeans. "Oh yeah, suck his big black dick baby. God this is hot." The words seductively rolled from her lips. My discomfort was growing as the stiffness in my jeans increased. With Randy's hand guiding my head I leaned forward and slowly licked from base of his shaft up to the swollen head of his thick juicy manhood. There was no doubt I was putting on a show for her now. I almost always enjoyed sucking Randy's dick but I had never before worked at it as passionately as I was now. Slowly slipping the large mushroom shaped head past my lips and holding it there to trace my tongue around it. Moans and groans of ecstasy escaped his lips as I took him in my mouth as far down as I could. One hand firmly gripping his shaft, as the other kneaded his large balls. Picking up my pace my head was bobbing up and down, pulling back till just the head was in my mouth then taking him back in until my lips reached my clenched pumping hand. It wasn't long before I felt arms reaching around my waist. I positioned myself for easier access I thought that it was about time Kristen joined in. She unbuckled my jeans and worked them down to the floor, with her hands lifting my legs one at a time to help remove the article of clothing. My lips never once left his cock, as she left me there on my knees with my ass exposed for them to see as she came around to Randy's side. I could see now that she had alleviated herself of her clothes and was standing before me with a smile on her face and a sense of pride in her eyes. The moisture of her pussy glistened in the ambient light of the room. As perfect as her lower lips were, it almost seemed a shame that she had never once allowed me to penetrate her. I had spent a large amount of time between her legs, my tongue ravaging her most sensitive areas. Though try as I might, I never once was able to convince her to let me enter her. "I want to see you fuck him." She said, handing Randy a bottle of lube. I could see Randy was as captivated by her directing as I was as he accepted the bottle and pulled himself free of my lips. I needed no instruction as I quickly turned around, on my hands and knees, presenting my ass to him for the taking. Randy positioned himself behind me, rubbing some of the lubricant up and down his length. Pressing the head to my tight hole, I relaxed to let him enter me. With a slight pop, I felt him slip into me and a moan escaped both of our lips. The pain of his intrusion was short lived as I had become accustomed to the feel of his manhood filling and stretching my inside. Slowly he pressed forward, sliding bit by bit deeper into me until I felt his hips press against my ass, and his balls resting against mine. Through my own audible expressions of pleasure and pain I could hear Kristen moaning loudly. "Oh my god I just came!" Kristen exclaimed. "Yeah? You really like watching me fuck your boyfriend huh?" Randy asked. "Oh god yeah, this is the hottest thing I have ever seen." She replied. I didn't need to see his face to know he was smiling, and how could I blame him, Kristen was the driving force behind this event and she was praising him for every thrust he made. Every motion, every thrust he made elicited a moan of passion from me, and every sound I made was driving her wild. The feel of his large member filling me pushed me more and more until I was begging for it, craving more of his hardness inside me. "Oh, god yeah!" I said, "Oh yeah Randy, fuck my ass!" "Mmm, you like that baby? You like my big dick in your ass?" Randy asked me. "Yeah, I love it. I love feeling you deep inside me." I replied. "Oooh! Oooh god! I'm cumming again!" Kristen screamed. I could see her lying next to me, her legs in clear view as she played with her wet pussy. Her head was only a few feet from my rear; she wanted the best seat in the house in which to watch my submission to Randy's manhood, and she had it. I felt her hand brush against my dick, but not enough to really enjoy the attention. She wasn't playing with it or trying to give me any pleasure, she only sought to inspect it for the sake of her curiosity. "God his dick is so hard. He must really be enjoying this." She said to Randy, almost as though I wasn't even in the room. "Yeah, he loves this dick." He said. It was infuriating, or at least it would have been had I not been completely enveloped but the pleasure I was receiving. Randy's movements were becoming faster as he was hammering harder and deeper into my ass. I knew it wouldn't be much longer now before he was finished, but the pace of his assault was driving my own release to a head. The pressure was building and a wave of delight washed over me as I felt my orgasm release. A load moan escaped from me and my whole body contracted and convulsed with my climax. "Oh my god! He came! He came without anyone touching his dick!" Kristen said in amazement. No one replied to her as my convulsions had sent Randy over the edge. With my ass squeezing him tightly he slammed his dick into me and groaned. "Ooooh! Oooh! Oh god, I'm cumming." He screamed. I could feel his manhood deep inside me, unloading jet after hot thick jet of his cum, filling me with his seed. If felt like an eternity staying there, on my knees with my hand hanging down. Randy stayed inside me occasionally giving a small push forward. My own dick still leaking cum, after my climax his every motion milked me for more. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me sighing in content with his release. We sank to the floor with him still buried deep inside me. I could feel every twitch and throb of his large member and each one drove a light moan from my lips. I laid there on the floor, sandwiched between Randy and my own cum, I closed my eyes in bliss. Chapter Two These little parties became a regular occurrence, and Kristen almost always started the ball in motion. It was strange to see her so worked up about sex especially since the most she ever did was have me eat her out while Randy was fucking me. She really loved seeing me get stuffed, and she never missed a chance to look at my ass as he pulled out. Something about seeing his load in me really got her hot. However as these get-togethers continued I was becoming more and more unhappy with it. It had been weeks since anyone but myself had so much as touched my dick. I had put up with her unenthusiastic blow jobs for months and now I wasn't even getting that. At the very hint that I was horny she would notion that Randy should come over, and sometimes she would invite him over even when I wasn't horny. A fear in me had begun to build, a fear that my girlfriend may be trying to change me from being bi, to totally gay. After a while of these it seemed that Kristen was becoming desensitized with watching Randy and I make love. She still wanted to watch anytime we had sex, but she directed the action less and less each time. Then one day while we were in the bedroom, I on my back with legs spread and Randy pumping into me, Kristen sitting naked beside me feverishly rubbing her clit, she stood up and walked to the closet and started to dress. "When you two are done, get dressed. I want go out tonight as a couple." She said. "Uh, as a couple?" I asked, between Randy's trusts. "Yeah, the three of us, at the bar." She stated. I wasn't really sure what bar she meant. She said it so casually, as though we had a regular bar that we visited. I wasn't really in the right state of mind to think about it at that moment anyways. Randy's deep thrusts sent me over the edge and my dick erupted, splattering cum across my chest and face. Kristen walked over, her beautiful smooth skin covered in tight denim jeans and a t-shirt that didn't hide her hard nipples at all. "This gonna take much longer?" She asked Randy. "Nah, I'm almost done." He paused for a second, "Maybe ten more minutes." With a slight huff she walked out to the living room. Randy continued his assault on my ass, commenting on the strangeness of what just transpired. A few more deep thrusts and he began to moan. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me as it forcefully fired his load deep inside of me. With his body spent, he laid on top of me, whispering in my ear. "I don't know why you're still with her. She never does anything for you while I'm around, and she always wants me around. You should just break it off with her and be my boyfriend. You know I'll treat you right." His words rang true in my ear. "I don't know." Was all I could muster. Images of being with Randy passed through my mind for the rest of the night. It didn't help that Kristen wanted to drive and told me to sit in the back seat with Randy during the drive to this bar she seemed to have already picked out, she even hinted at me to blow him during the drive. I was too sexed out and frustrated though to do much of anything but stare out the window. As we turned into the parking lot, I read the sign "Free for All". I had never heard of this place before but it looked like a nice friendly place. There were lots of good looking men and women slowly making their way inside, and some leaving, that was when it hit me though. As the couples left the bar, there were women leaving together, men leaving together, and men and women leaving together. It was a bar that welcomed straight, bi, and gay people. Of course admission wasn't 'free for all' as I had to dish out ten bucks a person for us to get in. Once inside we found a nice circular booth to sit in and she ordered a round of shots from the bar. We drank, smoked, and talked. Well mostly she and Randy talked; I was lost in my own little world. Twenty or thirty minutes went by and Kristen excused herself to the lady's room. I motioned to Randy I was going to go order a round of beer and worked my way through the crowd of sharply dressed patrons to the bar. As I waited at the bar trying to flag down the bartender I was taken by surprise when a stunningly cute girl behind the bar popped into my view. With my head turned to the side I hadn't even seen her coming, and practically jumped when she asked what I needed with a perky voice. "What'cha need?" She asked with a smile. Her question took a moment in my mind to register as I involuntarily looked her over. She was close to 5'9" with a slender frame. Perfect curved hips, and probably b or c cup breasts. Her red hair was frizzy and wild, one could not tell if she put it like that or if she woke up that morning that way. She had very pale skin without a single visible blemish anywhere, with the exception of a perfectly place little beauty mark right above the left crease of her red lips. "Huh? Oh sorry, I need three beers for table four." I said, trying to break my gaze from her. "Three? Or do you mean four?" She asked with a finger pointing past me back to the table. Looking back I found that Kristen had made a new friend as now she and Randy shared the booth with another attractive young lady. She and Kristen seemed to really be hitting it off, talking, and laughing. Then I noticed she had her arm around Kristen just as I used to do and it hit me. She had brought us her so she could find a female lover. I was both mad and turned on at the same time. "Yeah, I guess I do mean four." I said with a sour note. Taking the four beers back to the table I watched their every move. Even when I arrived at the table my presents didn't elicit anything more than a thank you as I pasted out the drinks. The two girls had one side of the booth taken to them self and I had to sit next to Randy again. "Mm, let me introduce you two. Pete, this is Chelsea. Chelsea this is my boyfriend Pete," Kristen said. The sound of her calling me her boyfriend put me at ease, until she finished her sentence, "and you already know Randy, his boyfriend." "Hi Chelsea" I said, while staring at Kristen. I could hardly believe she introduced Randy as MY boyfriend. While there was no denying that he spent more time with me then she did, it still bothered me. The more we drank the topic of conversation turned to sex. I did my best to be nice and hospitable but my cool was starting to slip. "So Pete, Kristen tells me you like it up the butt." Chelsea said as Kristen lightly hit her on the shoulder. "What? It's nothing to be ashamed of, I think it's hot." ""Thanks, I guess." I muttered. "Especially with a catch like him, you three are really lucky." She continued. "Well you could make four, if you're interested." Kristen brazenly said. The two of them giggled and nuzzled closer together. I was beginning to feel heated, not with passion of lust but anger and jealousy. Something in me was feeling aroused though at the same time. I had always wanted to see Kristen with another woman, what man doesn't daydream of a threesome with two girls, but this wasn't how it was meant to be. With my head resting against my fist, propped up by the table my eyes surveyed the room. There at the bar was that cute redhead bartender, was she staring at me? No she couldn't be why would she? As I felt Randy's hand on my thigh I pulled away, standing from the table. Could It Be Love Pt. 01 "I'll be right back guys, I think I left my smokes in the car." I walked out of the bar and leaned against the building a few feet from the door. I pulled out a cigarette but my lighter failed me. A lit match appeared in front of me, held by a small feminine hand. "Rough night?" "You could say that." I replied. "So, is that black guy your boyfriend?" She asked. "Apparently, and the blonde is supposed to be my girlfriend." "The one making out with the brunette?" I sighed, "Yep," pausing to take a drag, "that's her." "Wow, lucky you. I know a lot of guys that would kill to be in your shoes." She stated. "Well, they can have it for all I care." I said, breathing out a plume of smoke. "Whats wrong? Don't you like him?" "Randy? He's a good guy, but I just always feel like the only reason I am there is to gratify their desires." She nodded her head a bit, "Oh, I see. So it's like that." "You know, she and I have been together for nearly a year and a half, and he pays more attention to my dick than she does! Hell and he hasn't even touched it in a week!" I exclaimed before I realized what I was saying, or for that matter whom I was saying it to. Turning to face her I said, "Oh god, I'm so sorry. I'm sure you didn't want to hear that." "It's ok, I've heard worse." She said, with her cheeks blushing. "I better go, before they start wondering where I ran off too." I motioned as I dropped what was left of the cigarette and crushed it under my foot. "Wait. Here, take my number. In case you need someone... you know, to talk to." She said tilting her head to the side slightly, before running back inside. I stood there looking at the number on the little torn piece of paper she had handed me. "Just what I need, another girl in my life who probably just wants to watch me get fucked," I thought to myself. I wadded the paper up in my hands and flicked it with my middle finger across the parking lot. Heading back inside I was met at the door by my quote lovers. "Come on Pete, we're heading home. Chelsea had the least to drink so she's gonna drive up home." Kristen said. "In ours? What about her car?" Kristen replied, "I'll bring her back for it later." Again we climbed into the silver American SUV and set off. The alcohol was definitely having any effect on us. Chelsea had to repeatedly swat Kristen's hands away from her crotch, and both Randy and I were sporting hard-ons. Almost half way home and I felt his arm wrap around my shoulders, I knew what he wanted. It was the same thing I wanted, the only difference was that he would get it. It was dark in car but I could still make out the shape of his large dick, hanging out of his jeans. With his hand on the back of my head he guided my mouth to his waiting manhood. I was drunk enough right then that I didn't care about all the planning and scheming. I didn't even care if they were just using me. My inebriation melted away the anger and left me wanting what I knew was coming. "Oh my god, look Chelsea." I heard Kristen say. I knew she was talking about me. "I can't look I'm driving. What's happening?" She responded. "He's sucking him off in the back seat." She whispered, trying not to let me hear. "Ooh, what a slut. I wanta see." At that instant I didn't care, I was enjoying the moment; happily slurping away at his dark rod. Not much later we pulled into the garage, the truck shut off and the large metal door went down. When I finally released him from my mouth and I sat up, both the girls had been watching. They looked almost like hunger dogs drooling over a piece of meat on the kitchen counter. Randy didn't even bother to put himself back into his pants as we went inside. The girls went to the couch and Randy just stood there in the middle of the room, letting his jeans hit the floor. In no time at all the girls were undressing each other and I was on my knees doing my best to swallow this large black dick. "God that is so hot." I heard Chelsea say. "Yeah, He's gotten really good at that. Almost makes me wish I had a dick." Kristen replied. "Almost?" Randy asked. "Yeah, almost. I enjoy this way more." Kristen said as she leaned back against the arm of the couch, her hands pulling Chelsea's head right down to her steaming pussy. The house was filled with the sounds of passion, and the air made heavy with the musk of sex. Chelsea, eating Kristen's vagina as though it would be her last meal on earth, and me, sucking Randy's cock like my life depended on it. He reached down, pulling himself free from my lips. I left to grab the lube from the bedroom and undressed on my way back. When I returned the girls had both sat up so they could watch, their hands fingering and massaging each other, but still ready for a show. I met Randy in the middle of the room where he embraced me. One arm gripping around me, holding me close, the other reaching down to stroke my engorged cock. I was putty in his hands, our lips together, his hand gently sliding up and down my length. Leave it to the girls to break the moment. "Come on, we wanta see some action." Kristen announced. I broke from the kiss, looking over his shoulder, "shut up, you've got plenty of action right there next to you." I had to admit, Chelsea was a fine piece of ass. Not quite as much a looker as Kristen, but she had a decent figure and a great face. "I wanta see that big dick fuck your white ass." Chelsea said. "Ooh, Randy, why don't you lay down so he can ride you." Kristen said, pointing at the floor. He nodded at me with a smile and started to lie down on his back, with his feet facing the girls. I knelt down beside him and stroked his shafted with a small amount of lube in my hand. I almost couldn't believe how hard he was, his dick was so hard it surely must have hurt. As I swung my leg over him to straddle his waist, the girls cheered me on, shouting approval as he started to slide into me. God he felt so big, I loved the feel of every inch that entered me. It wasn't long before I was bouncing up and down, riding his masculine piece of meat. With my head rolled to the side, my back arched, and Randy's hands playing and twisting my nipples I was moaning like a whore in heat. "God, he's riding that thing just like a girl would." -Chelsea "You know, he already has one load in his ass from earlier today. This'll make two." Kristen replied, "yeah baby, ride that dick!" she added. "Almost seems a shame." -Chelsea "What does?" –Kristen "He has such a nice dick to, can I play with it?" –Chelsea "No, you cannot." –Kristen "Why not?" –Chelsea "It's hotter to watch him cum just from getting fucked; I want him to learn that he's our bitch." –Kristen "Oh, that is hot." –Chelsea I couldn't tell if she knew I could hear her or not. I certainly wasn't about to stop right then, not when I was feeling so good. The knowledge of her intent though cemented in my mind what was to come. Randy motioned me to stop and get off. As I turned and slide off his large dick my ass felt so cold and empty. It was true, I really did love getting fucked like a bitch, submitting to both of their desires. However I knew at that moment that I would never be happy being with either of them. "Come here baby; eat our pussies like a good boy." Kristen said, with her finger crooked motioning me to them. On hands and knees I was between her legs lapping at her clit like a dog with my tongue. The void in my hole was promptly as Randy lined up is dick and thrust all the way in with one motion. With my face buried between her legs each escaping moan was stifled and work to drive her passions further. The women love the sight before them, watching intensely at the large dark meat filling my hole. Randy fucked me deep with long thrusts, each one building my pleasure. Kristen pushed me away, and told us to back up. Before I knew what was going on Chelsea had gotten down on her knees in front of Kristen and stuck her ass in my face while she licked away at Kristen. I didn't even have a chance to think it over as Randy's next thrust shoved my face right into her ass. I tried to eat her pussy, but at that angle it was difficult. It didn't take long before I was rimming her cute little red asshole, and relishing every cute little whimper she made. I wasn't long before I felt that familiar sensation rising from deep within. The waves of pleasure were coming faster and faster and I could not hide it. "Chels, stop. Turn around, you gotta see this." –Kristen Kristen had witnessed the great humiliation of my climaxing many times now, she knew when I was close. Chelsea turned, freeing my mouth from her cute little rear, lying out before me as to get a great view of my dick hanging below me swaying back and forth with each of his thrusts. A small pool of pre-cum had already formed beneath me, and a long strand hung off the tip. Each time I opened my eyes I could see Chelsea playing with herself right in front of me. Had it not been too late I probably could have leaned down and lick her cute little pussy for her, but that chance was gone and I was already passed the point of no return. As my body tensed and my dick blasted my huge load out, I noticed Kristen was not in sight. "Ooh God! Randy! I'm cumming!" I screamed. "Mm, me too, oh damn this is so hot! Ooh, Ooh god!" Chelsea screamed out as well. Randy's pace quickened, I could tell he desperately wanted to cum, and he was close now. My mind was shot, I couldn't think at all with all the endorphins swimming in my brain. Totally in a fog with Randy still pounding away at my ass, I heard a voice telling me to open my mouth. Without hesitation I obeyed, and was rewarded with a hand full of cum, my own cum. "Now that's hot." –Kristen "God, he didn't even fight you, and look his dicks still leaking." –Chelsea "Yeah, once he shoots he'll keep leaking til Randy pulls out." –Kristen With one deep jabbing thrust it was Randy finished, writhing in pure bliss he collapsed down onto my back. As always, I could feel his dick throbbing inside me with each spurt of his seed. He always seemed to cum forever, coating my inside and filling me. I slowly lowered us both down to the floor and laid there trying to catch my breath with him holding me in his sweet embrace. "Pete, how's that feel?" Chelsea asked. "What?" I asked. "Can't you feel it, inside you? You know like each time he shoots?" She asked again. "Yes." I replied "What's it feel like?" Her curiosity seemed a little strange. I opened my eyes to see her face inches from mine, quickly rocking back and forth on her hand and knees with Kristen behind her. Puzzled, I asked "You've never been with a man have you?" "No." –Chelsea "It feels... so good." Could It Be Love Pt. 02 Disclaimer This story is fiction, well 75% fiction, with a splash of reality here and there. It contains depictions of sexual acts between men and men, men and women, women and women, and men and MtF transgendered. There is also a small amount of BDSM (mostly humiliation, Domination, and submission). If any of this bothers you please feel free to NOT READ IT. With that said, if you are still interested please enjoy. Chapter Three The light of the next morning found me waking in the guest bed. On my side with Randy spooning against me, his usual morning erection pressed between my cheeks. I felt so torn inside, sick with what I was allowing myself to become. Yet at the same time I did love it, the humiliation, being the object of someone's desires really got me worked up. My thoughts traced back to the events of last night, they must have carried me here. The last thing I remembered was being on the floor with Randy lying on top of me, and Chelsea next to me on all four. "If we're here, then the girls must be in the master bedroom." I thought to myself. "This is gonna have to end. I cannot let her control my life! Hell, she is sleeping in my bed with her new lesbian lover, and I... I'm... in the guest bed... with my gay lover." Even in my mind I didn't like hearing it. I did care for Randy and I did love feeling him inside me but, I just knew that a relationship would never work out. This all started because I was trolling the net for sex, more specifically pussy. Now here I am, about two months later, and I can't even get a blowjob. A stir came from behind me and I started to wonder if Randy was awake, or waking. His throbbing manhood was now pushing against my still slightly lubed hole. I couldn't help myself, I knew things would have to change, but those changes could come a little later. I push back, just a bit, feeling him enter me. A whimpering little moan parted my lips at the sensation of his penetration. My curiosity was answered as with a groan and a deep forceful thrust Randy embedded his cock balls deep in my ass, forcing me to gasp at the unexpected pleasure. "Mmm, well, good morning to you too." I whispered. "Yeah," he replied as he slowly pulled back and sharply drove back into me, "good morning." Randy was slowly sliding in and out of me. After a few minutes of this spooning and his hands caressing my chest, without even pulling out of me he rolled my over onto my stomach. Randy didn't waste any time, with his hand on my back pressing me into the sheets and his large cock buried deep he started to really pound my ass. Each thrust sent wave after pleasurable wave through my body, making my moan with each one. My cock was so hard it hurt, it begged for attention, attention I couldn't give because of my position. "You like that cock?" –Randy "Ooh, yes." –Pete "Tell me. Tell my love it." –Randy "I love it, I love your cock." –Pete "More." –Randy "Ooh god, Randy. I love that big dick of yours in my ass!" –Pete My words spurred him on, he loved it and so did I. I was praying for release, I needed it so badly. My cock was burning to cum, I felt so on edge and yet for some reason my release didn't cum. Randy kept go, pumping in and out. My every moan and whimper compelled him deeper. With one long grunt and a deep thrust he released his morning seed into me. My bowels felt like they were on fire as his body lay atop me, his maleness deep in me, throbbing with each release. We stayed this way for a few minutes before he started to roll off me, pulling me back over to my side. He left his softening cock in me, something I admittedly loved about him. Even flaccid he was still big enough to stay in me. My own manhood, if you could call it that remained solid and painfully erect. Enough time passed that began to crave a cup of coffee. Moving to leave to comfort of the bed I whimpered a bit as Randy slipped out of me. Walking to the kitchen I was surprised to see a fresh pot had already been brewed. As I rounded the corner I found Chelsea sanding with a cup in hand just below her lips. She was wearing one of my old t-shirts, and I have to admit she looked so good. Ignoring my current nudeness I grabbed a mug and poured myself some of the brown nectar. "Oh wow, didn't you get enough last night?" She asked. "Hmm? What do ya mean?" I asked Both her eyes and her finger pointed down, her gaze locked on my swollen dick. I took a sip of the hot coffee and looked down at what I already knew was there. It didn't bother me one bit, her seeing me this way, but I was hoping she couldn't see Randy's cum that I could feel running down my leg. "You like it?" I asked her. "It's nice." She said. I walked toward her stopping only a few feet away. "You wanta have a little fun?" I asked. "Yeah, but I left my strap-on at home." Her response left a sour look on my face. "I'm sorry, but I am a lesbian. I only like girls. Although after what I saw last night I definitely would fuck you." She said, finishing her statement with a devilish smile "Mm, that would be a site to see." Kristen said, catching me by surprise. "God damn, was I the only person in this house who liked dick?" I thought. Taking my coffee I left the kitchen, heading for my study so I could enjoy a smoke with the morning brew. I sat at my computer reading emails, checking the news, browsing a personals site I frequented. As the ads scrolled by nothing really jumped out at me until I saw a small picture of a beautiful little girl. The ad title read "ISO real relationship, NO ONE-TIMERS", and felt compelled to read more but just as I was about to click the link my door opened. Kristen stuck her head in the door. "Hey, we need to talk." She told me. "Yes we do." I replied. I pressed the button shutting off the monitor and turning to face her, my arm extended to offer her a seat. Kristen took a seat in the cushy green leather chair, she was almost fully dressed. She never did enjoy being nude around the house as much as I did. "Would you really like Chelsea to fuck you?" she asked. "What do you mean? Her strap-on?" I responded. "Yeah, I kinda figured by now that you probably prefer the real thing, but if you're interested it seems like she's game." She replied. "Yeah, well no. I'm done." I stated with a bold solemn face. "Oh, what do you mean done?" the puzzled look on her face told me I had caught her off guard. "I mean we're done. I am tired of your games, and tired of being used." I said. "Oh really, your done?" Her face was brazen with a look of fear and anger. "After all I've done for you..." "All you've done for me! Like never having sex with me, you like trying to make me gay? Like you trying to make me into your personal slave-bitch, to be fucked for your amusement!" The rage in my started to rise, she would not win this argument. "Oh please. You loved it and you know it. Hell you came almost every time Randy fucked you." She argued. "Yeah and when was the last time I fucked my girlfriend? When was the last time she blew me?" I countered. "Oh, so that's all this is about! You just want me on my knees huh?" She said, moving to the edge of her seat, acting as though she was about to come kneel before me. "Don't even, we're way past that." I said leaning forward. I was glad that my temper had help alleviate my raging morning erection. At least she wouldn't be able to use that against me. Her mood changed swiftly as she realized her current situation, and she asked, "So, where do we go from here?" "Well..." I paused, having to think. I didn't want to throw her out on the street; I just wasn't that kind of person. "I guess you, and your new girlfriend, can stay in the guess bedroom if need be. At least until you can get on your feet." "Thanks..." Her pause told me she was hiding something more. "...but I may be able to stay with Chelsea." "Oh yeah?" I prodded. "Yeah..." she said, "...she and I have kinda been seeing each other for a while now." "Mhmm," I said, "how long?" "About as long as you have been seeing Randy." She said. While I wasn't really surprised, I felt hurt that she kept it from me for all this time. We stood and embraced. Not an embrace of lovers, but an embrace of friends. "I'll talk it over with Chels, and grab something to wear for the next few days. I can tell you need your space." Kristen said in a defeated voice as she headed toward the door. "I'll call and let you know if I need the guest bed or when I'm coming for my stuff." "Ok. Thank you." I replied. Kristen and Chelsea gathered a few things, namely clothing, and headed out. Randy seemed surprised by their leaving, I could tell he had no idea he was next. Though I wouldn't tell him for a few days, it was my turn now. My turn to use him for my own gratification, and the first business of the day was my own release. Chapter Four The next few days past quickly, Randy and I spent much of our time at our jobs. Our time at home though was spent with him inside me. With Kristen gone at least I was able to relieve myself while he fucked me. Eventually he and I talked, and I asked him to go home. It wasn't that I never wanted to see him again; I just wanted to be friends. Randy understood where I was coming from and we parted on friendly terms. I spend a lot of time alone, enjoying my freedom from those who would try to control me. Nevertheless at the end of the day, as I was drifting off to sleep, I felt alone. That weekend I decided I should go out and try to meet some new people, not sex seekers from the net but real people. Not really sure where to go however I just started driving around looking for a place that look suitable. I spied a familiar sight ahead, "Free for All." Images of that cute little redhead sprang to mind. "God I bet she would look great on her knees," I thought to myself. So I found a spot to park, and headed in. Taking a seat at the bar I waited for a chance to see her again. I was surprised when the other bartender told me that it was her day off, just my luck. I had a few drinks and took in the atmosphere for a little while before stepping out for some 'air'. Leaning against the building I lit a smoke and was inhaled the pleasant poisons into my lungs, savoring the flavor it of it. "Fancy seeing you again." A recognizable voice called out. I turned to see the find the face that this angelic voice came from. It was her, "Hey, long time no see. I thought it was your day off?" "Yeah, well, I was bored at home and I feel comfortable here so..." she said. "Oh? Comfortable? I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were, you know." "What, Gay? Oh no. Well, not like that anyways. I like guys heh heh." She countered. Her laugh was so cute, it fit her perfectly. "Wait, did you come here just to see me? That's so sweet." "Heh well, guilty. I hope you don't mind." "What about your..." she paused, "...boyfriend and girlfriend?" "Their old news, we're just friends now." I replied. "Well, my name is Gwen. You wanta go grab a coffee or something? It's easier than trying to talk over all the music here." Her proposal threw me off a bit, she moves fast. "Uh, yeah sure. Oh, I'm Pete, Peter, er Pete for short." Stumbling over my words, she giggled a bit and took my hand to lead the way. "So where're you parked?" she inquired. I pointed the way to my car, and we piled in. As I drove, she directed me to what I thought was going to be a coffee house or something of that nature. I was shocked when we arrived at her apartment. She led me inside, offering a drink as I took a seat on the couch. Her apartment was seemed lavishly decorated and yet with close observation I could see most of the décor probably came from a thrift shop, but still it was nice and welcoming. "Well, it's not much but I call it home." She said while handing me a store bought bottle of ice tea. "Thanks. It's nice, not very big, but you've really made the most of it." Then it hit me, I knew where I had seen her face before. The ad on the internet, it was her! Damn, I wished I had read it now. "Yeah? Thanks, that means a lot to me." She looked around the back to me. "Is something wrong? You look like you've got something on your mind." "Yeah, well, I just realized I recognized you from a post you put on the net. You said something about wanting a real relationship." "Oh, yeah saw that huh?" She said, her mood elevating, "So you're into that kinda thing?" "Into a relationship? Yeah..." I paused trying to read her face, "to be honest I really didn't get to read much past the title. Why, what did it say?" "Oh, wait. So you don't know?" she replied. "Don't know what? What did it say?" "It said that I..." she bowed her head, looking at the drink in her hand, "that I'm... looking for a nice guy, a guy who doesn't mind that I can't have vaginal sex." I managed to keep my composure, despite the fact that I felt disappointed. Her answer left me feeling as if I was back at square one, another woman who I can't have sex with. "But I can still do other things," she blurted out, "I like oral, and anal, sometimes." I wasn't sure what to say to her. Yes I had been with women before who would do anal, but very few ever admitted to 'liking' it. I guess I could live with that, it had been a while since I got to fuck anyone, so it seemed ok. As I did my best to collect my thoughts, Gwen sat her drink on the table and moved over next to me. She placed her hand on my thigh and started rubbing up and down, working her way further between my legs. "Gwen, it's ok. You don't have to try and prove anything." I said, placing my drink on the small table before us. "I like you, and I want to get to know you. There's no need to jump the gun." Her hand stopped, although it was resting firmly against my stiffening member. Leaning in she pushed her wait on me until I fell against the arm of the couch with her nearly atop me. "That's so sweet, but I can tell you want this, and I want it too." She whispered in my ear before leaning back and grabbing my leg, pulling it up and around her so that she now had my legs spread around her. "I remember what you said from before. How long has it been?" she asked, "Since anyone paid any attention to your needs?" "At least two and a half months, maybe more." I answered sheepishly. "Oh, you poor guy. I can't imagine how hard it must have been being with someone like that." She said while slowly unzipping my jeans and working her hand inside. Expertly her hand found its target, encircling my now throbbing manhood. "Mmm, and it looks like someone is definitely in need of some relief." "Oh god yes, someone is." I suffered the feel of her letting go and removing her hand from within my pants, but she soon had the buckle undone. The cold conditioned air surrounded my now freed dick, and I savored to sight of this beautiful little redhead examining her new find for the first time. Each breath made it pulse as she looked it over closely. "It's so big," she complemented, "you have a really gorgeous cock, you know." "Thanks. I think it likes you." I jested. Of course it liked her, I liked her. She was the first person to pay it any attention in months. With one hand wrapped firmly at the base and the other holding herself up, she brought her lips to down to meet the head. She kissed it once lightly, then again. One the third motion she engulfed me, taking most of me into her sweet, moist mouth. I could have passed out from the sensation, my head thrown back with an audible groan escaping me. The heat encasing my maleness sent shivers through my body, and the look on her face told me all that I needed to know, she loved this. "Oh shit that feels so good." I moaned. "Mmm, mm hmm" was all she could say with me filling her mouth. Gwen's head bounced up and down on me, her lips gently encasing my most sensitive flesh. Skillfully she pulled at my jeans, working them down a bit. Gwen slipped a hand up behind my pants and began kneading and massaging my balls. Clearly she had done this before, perhaps many times before. The expertise of her tongue was incredible, swirling around the head of my dick, playing with its most sensitive spots. Saliva running from her mouth coated my length and soaked my balls; she slipped her hand low using the liquid, playing with my puckered asshole. "Mm, oh god you're gonna make me cum!" I shouted as her petite little finger slipped inside me and started playing with my insides. Pulling back, freeing me from her lips the rush of coldness made me gasp. With my dick resting just below her bottom lip she said, "Mmm, you like that don't you, my finger in your ass. Cum for me baby." With one motion Gwen swallowed a full six inches down leaving only one left between her lips and my pelvis. It was all too much, and for the first time in months I felt ecstasy flow over me as I unleashed a torrent into her mouth. Neither of us was prepared for it as my cum filled her faster than she could swallow, leaking from her lips. With my body convulsing, the light grew dim. I saw a tunnel forming before me, the end of it getting smaller and smaller till only the black remained. Could It Be Love Pt. 03 This story is fiction; it contains depictions of sexual acts between a transgendered woman and a male. If any of this bothers you please feel free to NOT READ IT. With that said, if you are still interested please enjoy. Chapter Five For the first time in almost a year I felt truly happy. After our first date I saw Gwen on a nearly daily basis, or at least as often as work permitted. Sometimes we just talked; sometimes we watched TV and movies together. It turned out she and I had a common love for zombie films, and we watched as every single one we could find. Most of our dates ended with Gwen on her knees between my legs. Gwen's gifted mouth never ceased to amaze me, although it sometimes bothered me that she would not allow me to return the favor. My every attempt was met with resistance, and I never wanted her to feel pressured so I always folded. I really felt like I was falling for her. I loved the time we spent together, and not just the attention she was giving me. Feeling her cuddled up next to me as we sat on her couch, just one look at the smile on her face made me warm and satisfied inside. The traffic was nearly bumper to bumper as we headed back to my house from the local steak house, and although I was hoping that tonight was the night I still would not pass up more of her oral attention if that was all to come. Gwen was quiet and I could see she had something on her mind. "What's wrong?" "Hmm, oh nothing." She replied. "Nothing?" "Pete, do you like me?" "What kind of a question is that? Of course I like you; you're the best thing to ever happen to me. I've never been with a woman who treated me as good as you do." I countered. "Oh." Was all she said, as she looked down and the quiet set in again. The traffic hadn't let up in the least and we were stuck almost ten miles from the turn off. I really wanted her to finish the conversation; I knew there was something she wasn't saying. "Oh? What oh?" I asked. "Well, when you were with your ex, you were only with that guy because she wanted you to be right?" "Oh, wow. Uh well. Gwen I'm bi. I liked being with him, but..." I trailed off while trying to focus on the car ahead of me. "So, was it him you liked or was it the sex you liked?" she asked. "It's kind of complicated, I'm attracted to women, but I really enjoy being with a man. Where is all this coming from? What's the real question on your mind?" "Ah, uh..." she hesitated, "Pete, I'm not a girl." "Yeah I know." Pete's response stunned her. "How could he know?" she thought, "Am I that obvious?" Gwen sat silently with her lips parted, unsure how to continue. "Well, I didn't KNOW, but I had a pretty strong suspicion." He said. "My god, how? Am I ugly? Do I really look like a guy?" "What! No! You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever met." "Then how could you tell?" She insisted. "Well... I have dated a transgendered woman before, and there were a few little tell tale signals." "Like what?" "Like, never wanting me to touch you, down there." He paused, "And well, it's just a bunch of small things that by themselves mean nothing but when added up just kinda hinted to it." Gwen remained silent with her hands on her knees. She had no idea what to say or how to proceed. She had been figured out for the first time since she began her transition. She wanted to cry, but as she looked sheepishly over at this man she had grown to love she realized that there was no need for fear or sadness. The expressions of love and kindness in Pete's eyes put her at ease, and the smile on his face brought a realization that he didn't care about gender or labels, he only cared about her. "You know, you are the first guy in years to not get mad about it and to figure it out." "Gwen, I don't care what is or isn't between your legs, you're the best thing that's ever happen to me. I love you and that's all that matters." Her eyes swelled with tears as her emotions overwhelmed her. Never before had she felt so happy, so loved, so cared for. She loved him too, and now that she knew she would never have to hide anything from him again she felt complete and whole. Gwen wiped away the tears of joy as she looked for the right words to say. "So, you really don't care?" she asked. "Oh I care, I care about you. I want you to be happy. I want you to stop trying to hide it from me." "I will, er I mean I won't hide anything from you anymore." She replied, still dabbing at her eyes with the backs of her hands, "God, I love you." The conversation lightened as they finally broke free of the heavy traffic. Now only minutes from his house Gwen was looking forward to finally making love to him, completely and wholly. Her feelings for him and her fears of losing him had kept her unfulfilled for far too long and now she was free, free to love him fully. Her mind raced, and filled with thoughts of what she wanted to do to him now that she could. All of her fantasies and daydreams, all the images that she masturbated to while thinking of Pete, she soon hoped to see come to fruition. As they arrived home, Pete held the door open for her. She had seen his house before yet now it seemed to shine in a warm receiving light; it felt brighter and more welcoming like perhaps this could someday be her home as well. Once inside Gwen wasted little time and quickly embraced Pete, pressing her lips to his and parted them with her tongue. Passionately she filled his mouth with an aggression he had not seen before. With his hands on her hips Pete gave in to the passion, pulling her close to him. He longed for her touch, to feel her pressed against him. With their lips locked together they began to massage their hands over each other's bodies. Pete brought one hand up behind her head, running his fingers through her silky red hair and the other went lower grabbing her ass and squeezing hard pulling her up onto her toes causing a moan to escape her and enter into him. Gwen had been rubbing his back but now dropped both hands to his firm rear and in a swiftly she clutched him and ground his hips against hers. It was far more obvious to him now, how much she wanted him. As their bodies rubbed together he knew she could feel his hardness, but it surprised him by just how much of her he could feel straining against him. Slowly her released her beautiful soft behind from his grip and worked his hand between them to get a better feel of what now knew he craved more than any other soul could provide. Encasing her bulge he massaged her through the tight confines of her skin tight jeans. Gwen's object of lust felt powerful in his hand, he knew it must be huge. The more attention he paid it, the more she moaned in approval. Pete filled with a sense of happiness knowing that he would finally have a chance to please her after all she had done for him. Gwen finally broke the kiss and pulled back with a devious smile stretched across her face. "You like?" she asked. "Mmm, baby. I like." Swiftly she dropped to her knees and with expert hands she freed his engorged manhood from its denim prison. With a tight grip and a loving kiss to the head she worked his shaft before encasing his within the welcoming warmth and wetness of her mouth. Her loving efforts sent waves of lust though him; ever motion pushed a favorable sound from his lips. With one hand still locked tightly around him she worked her jeans open with the other stopping just shy of releasing herself. "Do you mind?" she asked, with this tip of his cock at her lower lip. It took a moment for him to return from his cloud before her comprehended the question, "Hmm, mind what?" "Can I play with myself?" she asked, expecting no arguments. "Su..." he paused in mid word as a thought entered his mind, "No, don't." A little disappointed she sucked him back into her lips once before pulling back and asking 'please'. Pete reached down and grabbed her under the arms, pulling her to her feet. Hastily he brought her to the couch and pushed her back letting her fall into the cushy leather. Within seconds he was on his knees between her spread legs. Pete rubbed his cheek against her thigh as his hand worked diligently to free her large object of desire. It took some effort but with her help he finally freed her from the painfully tight confines of her skin tight jeans. Pete was in awe of her large sexual flesh that proudly stood before him, pointing out from her body with a slight upward curve. Even with his hand wrapped firmly around it there was still plenty that extended past his last knuckle. "It's about nine." Gwen said smiling down at him. His eyes tore free from their fixation and looked up to meet hers; "Huh?" was all he could say. "Nine inches," She replied, "What do you think?" "It's so beautiful, sexy. It suits you perfectly." Gwen blushed slightly and let a giggle slip from her, "I'm glad you like it, I really want the two of you to get well acquainted." "Oh, we will." Pete said, as he brought his lips to meet the swollen mushroom shaped head. Pete brushed her proud member across his lips and let it slip over his face. There was nothing, well almost nothing, manly about her cock he thought. Aside from its length, it suited her well. With its pink head and pale smooth shaft it seemed the perfect extension of her body. Her length was impressive, wrapping one hand around it still left several inches free. Even more so was the large, slightly wrinkled sack that hung at the base. Pete wondered how she could hide those large balls so well all this time. As he savored the feel of it against the skin of his face he could feel it getting slippery. He pulled back to only find a large dollop of pre-cum hanging from the tip and it was growing fast. Pete stuck his tongue out and licked softly from just under the head up past her slit, tasting and enjoying her fluids. "Mmm, god you're making me wet Pete." Gwen groaned. "Baby, you taste so good." He said, as he moved forward and lightly kissed her love muscle. "I hope you don't mind, I pre-cum a lot." "God, you're so wonderful." Was all he said before he leaned in and parting his lips, enveloping her. "Oh god baby, that feels so good." She was in heaven as Pete slowly slid forward until his lips met his hand. He pulled back while applying as much suction as he could muster until only her head remained, then repeated the motion and gained speed with each pass. Moans and groans escaped Gwen as he lovingly worked her lustful flesh. Each sound from her drove him on, finally he was giving her the pleasure she had given him. Pete was filled with passion; this was no longer just about pleasing her, he craved her orgasm. Thoughts of her tight feminine body writhing in pleasure filled him with ecstasy. Pete now craved her orgasm; he needed it, to hear her scream his name in her release. Gwen's moans and gasps were coming faster now as she could feel her imminent climax approaching. She needed to stop; she didn't want it to end this way. Images of Pete on his back with his legs spread wide, beckoning her entrance raced through her mind. "Oh god, Pete. I'm... I'm gonna..." she tried to warn. Her warnings only caused him to press on as he was now a man on a mission. He had to have this, and his efforts were soon rewarded. Gwen's back arched and Pete felt her thighs tense as her body bucked upward. The beautiful mushroom shaped head of her passionate flesh swelled in his mouth, and he knew what was soon to follow. "Uh, uh, god I'm cumming!" Gwen screamed, as she grasped at the leather trying to push her flesh deeper into his loving mouth. With an unexpected amount of pressure she filled his mouth with her salty liquid. Pete was caught off guard by both the force and the volume at which she was cumming. Within seconds he felt that she was filling him faster than he could swallow, and could feel small amounts of her fluids of passion escaping from his lips. He could help but wonder how much longer this would go on, with such large balls surely she could produce a lot of cum. Gwen collapsed into the couch, feeling completely spent. For a moment she felt that all was right with the world, that for the first time in her life she was truly satisfied. An overwhelming shock of pleasure shot through Gwen forcing a moan from her. She looked down to find Pete still between her legs, his lips still firmly wrapped around her. With their eyes locked she became conscious of Pete's love for her, and the sight of a small trail of her juices streaming down his cheek filled her with a sense of pride and appreciation. A smile crept across her face, a smile so sweet and loving. Pete saw it as his reward for a job well done, and though it was, it was so much more. "Come here." Gwen seductively said as she motioned with one finger. "Mmm" he replied. Gwen moaned as she felt his lips leaving her, the cool air surrounding her now slowly deflating member. As Pete moved up beside her, Gwen brushed a finger across his face, collecting the trail of her seed from his cheek. As she pulled the finger into view they smiled to each other. Pete leaned in and enveloped her finger into his mouth, cleaning all of the creamy white love liquid from it as he pulled back. "Mmm, so you like?" She asked. "Love it." His response made her blush slightly. "Glad you like it, cause I'm gonna want to give you more." "Mmm, oh yeah?" he replied. "Oh yeah, and often." Chapter Six So there I was, lying in bed, my fiery goddess of sexual desire standing in my doorway. Her red silk gown revealed every exquisite curve of her body, especially the large protrusion leading her way. Gwen stepped forward from the threshold of the master bath. With her hands together she stretched her arms far above her head, arching her back, displaying the perfection of her perk breasts. Her nipples standing firm and clearly visible through the sheer fabric all but made my mouth water. As she stretched the gown lifted, revealing the large swollen head of her sexuality. Now my mouth truly was watering in anticipation. "Are you ready for this?" she asked in a low, seductive voice. "God, you are beautiful." I replied. Slowly she bent down, slyly creeping onto the bed and over me. As she reached my ridged manhood she smiled up at me. With a devilish grin she lowered her head, breathing deep the slightly musk scent of my maleness. As her head rose, I felt the loving manipulate of her tongue sliding up my shaft. "Mmm" was the only sound that filled the room. In one smooth motion she engulfed my rod halfway into her warm, inviting mouth. "Oh, god baby." I said. "You like that?" She asked between strokes. "Yeah baby. Feels so good." As her succulent lips worked me she wrapped an arm around my leg, working and kneading my ass. In only a short moment her fingers found their target, and began massaging my tight hole. Alone her mouth would have been more than enough to satisfy any man, but the gentle, loving attention she paid my puckered opening was what was really driving me over the edge. I had been fucked in the past, but this was different, she wasn't trying to just get in me, she was making love to me. "Ooh, oh god!" I gasped as her finger invaded me. Rising and dropping a few more times, Gwen pulled herself free of me. It was evident to her now that I had prepared for her already. My pre-lubed love canal, although tight, offered little resistance to the petite finger working its way inside. "Mmm, someone's prepared." "Yeah, just for you." I replied. "Good, but let's get one thing straight..." she said, as she withdrew her finger from me. "Oh? What's that?" I asked as Gwen slowly slid up face to face with me. I could feel the thick head of love flesh at my rear, and she was adjusting it so as to be firmly pressed at the opening. "Ooh!" I gasped as she thrust in, only a few inches but forcefully. "I'm the top in this relationship baby." She whispered in my ear. Again Gwen thrust forward, driving another few inches into me. With her assault on my canal another gasp was driven from my lips, and quickly a long deep moan followed it. As I came back around to reality, the look on Gwen's face told me everything. Her gaze was piercing me, she was in control and she loved it. She could see the pleasures her passion was inflicting on me, and her face glowed with pride and love from of it. "Oh, Gwen. Baby you're so big." I cooed. "Mmm yeah, and you're so tight," she said, "but you'll get accustomed to having me inside you." "Oh Yeah?" I asked. "Yeah, cause I'm gonna be there a lot, almost every night, and morning." She whispered while driving into me again. "Ooh god baby, yes." I moaned, "Yes, I want it. I want you in me always." Again she pushed, and I felt her inside me, deep. It was slightly painful, but only slightly. The burning however was almost more than I could bear. Gwen held fast in the tight warmth of my bowels. The connection I felt with her that moment was stronger than with anyone I had ever felt before. With her breast pressed against my chest and her large cock buried deep within, I could sense her heartbeat transferring into me through her flesh, and into mine. Her every breath sent waves of pleasure through my skin as the passed my neck. "Tell me." She spoke softly to me. "I want it." "What do you want?" she asked. "I want you. I wanta feel you deep inside of me baby." "Mmm, good," she said as she pushed again, sliding further into the tight warmth of me. "God, I've wanted you like this since we first met." "Yeah baby, I want it. I want all of you." Gwen was losing herself in the lust of the moment, she had never felt so passionate with another person before. There had been men in the past that let her penetrate them, some that even wanted it, but this was the first time that it felt like more. This was more than just sex, more than just one night of lustful fantasy fulfillment, this was a connection of both the physical flesh and the mind. The desire in his eyes with her every movement inside him told the story of what they had, and what was to come. All of the sensations filling her head were finally taking their toll on her as Gwen's thrusting quickened. Laying there overwhelmed with the waves of pleasure that were flowing through him, spreading from his loins through his body, Pete's words were incoherent now, reduced to moans and grunts. The slapping of flesh on flesh as her balls slammed against his cheeks were becoming more than he could bare. One more thrust and Pete was beyond the point of no return, his body tensed, his back arched, and his dick spraying his cum between them splashing the bottom of her breasts as well as some landing on his chest and face. The spasms and contractions of his body on her ridged womanhood was more than Gwen could take sending her to climax. "OH! OH GOD! YES! Oh baby, I'm cumming!" She screamed out. "Uh, Oh! Uh yeah!" was all he could muster as he felt the warmth of her filling his insides. "Oh baby, you were wonderful. I don't think even cum so hard or so much in my life." Gwen whispered. "Mmm, I can tell. I can feel it." he said with a big smile. Gwen sank down, collapsing onto his chest. Their cum covered bodies pressing together as they wrapped their arms around each other. With her perky breasts pressed to his chest and half of her slowly softening member still inside him Pete was on cloud nine. It was far and away the most passionate and loving sex he had ever had, and he knew then that he would never want to be with another. "Oh Pete, I love you so much." Gwen said, whispering in his ear. "Gwen, stay with me." He replied. "Tonight?" "Forever."