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Coming Home

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Eric glanced over as he drove up the highway.  He was constantly amazed to see Patti sitting next to him.  She sat there, a blonde goddess of a woman. “Damn, I am the luckiest guy on the face of the Earth” he thought as he stared briefly at her.  Her long blonde hair blew gently in the breeze of the open window of his car.  He reached over and softly stroked up her lovely neck, then gently traced her sensitive ear with a fingertip before running his fingers into her soft, beautiful, blonde locks. 

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an>As he pulled off the highway and came to a stop at a traffic light he pulled her closer and leaned over to kiss her neck just below her earlobe.

“I want you now!” he whispered.  “I’ve missed you these last couple of weeks while I was in Taiwan,” he added.

 

“Oh?  Really?” she asked with a smile.

 

He nodded with a grin, “Absolutely!” he said as he let his hand slide down caressing over her perfect breast, lightly teasing her nipple then sliding it down to her thigh and under the skirt she was wearing.

 

“I’ve missed you too.” She stated, with a grin of her own, as his hand slid farther up her thigh to find she was wearing only thigh-high stockings and a wispy thin silk g-string underneath.

 

With a smile that belied his desires, Eric drove the last couple of blocks as fast as possible, pulling into the driveway of the apartment complex and then flying thru the gate.  “I think I’m going to have to fuck you on the stairs.  If we’re lucky maybe we can make it to the big chair,” he said with a grin and a gleam in his eye, as his fingers slowly stroked her thru the thin material between her legs.  He could feel the warm heat building there as he pulled into the garage and came to a stop.  He leaned over, finally able to let go of the wheel and pulled her close again, kissing her deeply, his other hand now free to wander over her body and then come to rest on her small but firm breast.  “God I love your titties” he whispered huskily as he pulled away briefly, only to come back to kiss her again seconds later.

 

Eric could feel her hands on him now, lightly teasing his nipples as they kissed, then her had slid down between his legs.  He knew she could feel his hardness through his jeans.  He grinned again.  “I told you I missed you!”

“That must be terribly uncomfortable.  I’m going to have to help you with that aren’t I,” Patti asked.

“I’m afraid so.  It could lead to my early death if you don’t!” he said with a laugh.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t want to have THAT on my conscience, ‘she said with a smile.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Eric stepped out of the car and came around to help Patti out.  As she stepped out he pulled her close, kissing her.  He felt her lean into his arms and he held her tightly, kissing her deeply, passionately.  He let his hands roam over her body, his left hand caressing the nape of her neck, his right sliding over her hips and buttocks before working up to cup her left breast firmly but gently.  He could feel her nipple harden as he teased it through her sweater.  His left hand slid down from her neck to her other breast and began teasing that nipple now as they continued to kiss, tongues entwined.  His right hand found its way back between her legs again.  He peeled the thin material aside and slid two fingers up and down over her warm, wet pussy.  Patti moaned softly as he spread her wetness up and down.  “Lets get in the house,” he whispered as he took her by the hand and led her out of the garage and inside.  As the garage door came down and the door out closed he stopped and pulled her to him again.

“I want you right here, right now,” he said as they stood at the base of the stairs leading up into the apartment.

He kissed her again, a long slow deep kiss.  As he did, he reached behind her, unhooking her bra and sliding it off, exposing her small, perfect titties.  He caressed the exposed skin with his hands and then leaned forward and began licking and sucking on her sensitive nipples.

With a smile, he unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor.  He then lowered himself till he was sitting on a step.  He reached behind her, placing his hands on her buttocks and guided her forward slightly.  Using his left hand he peeled the damp fabric of her thong aside, exposing the pink wetness of her pussy.  He softly inhaled her scent, enjoying it.  He could feel his body react, his cock throbbing in his jeans as he began to kiss and then lick her warm, wet pussy. 

He started with long slow licks up and down her cleft, then moved to small circles over her sensitive clit.  He heard her breathing increase and then a soft moan, barely audible.  He smiled as she pressed herself into him, grinding her pussy against his tongue.  He applied a small amount of suction against her clit now, simultaneously licking up and down over it.  This caused her to moan a bit louder. 

He lifted his right hand from her buttock and, using one finger to start, began to slowly penetrate her very wet opening.  He then slid a second finger inside.  This caused yet another soft moan.

 

Eric pulled back and looked up into Patti’s eyes with a smile.  “You’re very wet now”, he said softly, grinning.  “I want you on top of me, I want to see you and feel you cum” he added.

“Oh…I don’t know if you’re ready yet…I’d better check,” she said, and then she guided him to standing, undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans.  He helped her slide them down and kicked them off.  She smiled to see he had nothing on underneath them, as his cock stood out.  “Hmm…you seem ready…but I’m not quite convinced,” she said and then she lowered herself down with a smile. 

She opened her mouth and slowly took his cock in it.  She heard him moan lightly “oh yes…” as she did.  It gave her quite a rush to hear that.  She sucked and licked his cock, taking it all the way in her mouth, sliding her tongue over the sensitive underside of his cock.  She could feel it throbbing, full and hard in her mouth.

Patti pulled back and looked up “I think you’re ready now,” she said.

Eric sat down on the stairs, his legs spread wide.  She lowered herself down onto his hard cock straddling him.  Once she had him all the way in, Patti began sliding herself up and down, slowly at first, then faster.

She loved fucking him this way.  She needed to cum badly, and she never could deny herself that in this position…it felt too damn good!

“Cum for me baby” he said softly as she rode his cock.  He reached up and teased her nipples.  He loved watching her as she got closer and closer to cumming.  He could feel her pussy squeezing tighter around him.

“Oh yes!” she moaned as she thrust herself hard and faster on his cock.  Eric began meeting her strokes with those of his own, driving his cock harder and faster inside her. 

That was all Patti could take. 

Eric felt her pussy squeeze around him, as though she was locking him inside her as she came.  He smiled, thrilled to have been able to feel her cum and know she was enjoying him so much.

Patti collapsed on top of him.  Eric held her on top of him for a while, loving the feeling of her skin against his, his still hard cock buried deep within her, the sensitive intimacy of the moment was something he treasured greatly.

As her breathing came back to normal, Patti sat up, “I want you behind me now, I want to feel you cum in me that way,” she said as she pulled herself off of him.

Eric sighed briefly as he felt the cool air on his cock, he wanted to get back inside her instantly. 

Patti turned and faced up the stairs and got on her hands and knees.  She felt Eric step behind her and then she felt his hardness pressing into her once again, then he began fucking her.

 

 She loved it when he was like this!  She closed her eyes and felt him thrusting in her, slowing occasionally but then going faster and faster.  She knew he couldn’t last long but God it felt good!  She could feel his hands on her hips, holding her tight as he fucked her.   She felt her second orgasm building inside her and just hoped she could get there.

She felt his fingers tightening on her hips and knew he was almost there.  He was thrusting faster and harder now, exactly what she needed too.

Eric could tell she was close to cumming again.  He wanted her to get there before he came but he knew it was going to be close.  He reached up and caressed her nipple with his right hand and tried to slow himself down a little.  He took a deep breath and placed his hand back on her hip, thrusting faster again. 

“Oh…yes!” she moaned as he sent her over the edge again, cumming.

Eric smiled as he felt her pussy squeeze down tightly around him again as she came.  That was all he could take!  She was SOO tight, so warm and wet…

He thrust himself deep into her and came.  In his mind it felt like an explosion!  He thrust himself into her a few more times as he came in her,  his juices mixing with hers in the process.  He collapsed against her briefly but then caught himself with his hands.  He didn’t want to move though.  He loved being inside of Patti and hated the feeling of sliding out of her.  He didn’t want it to end yet!  The smell of sex in the air was quite tangible…he loved it!  He leaned forward and kissed her at the nape of her neck

“Thank you crazy girl…you’re incredible. 

 

I want to take you to the bedroom and start all over now!” he said with a grin.

“I think that’s a good idea, but lets get a shower and a little food…then I can have you for desert” she said with a wicked little smile.

“Sounds like a perfect plan to me!  I want to make love to you all night long!  I’ve missed you these last two weeks…and you have to help me so I don’t die young” he laughed.

“Lets go lover…I’m not done with you yet” she said over her shoulder as she led him by the hand up into the apartment.

Sara

redink on Sex Stories

My body was shaking so violently that I had to step away from the window for fear of being seen. I closed my eyes and the image framed in the window was still there. I clutched my arms across my chest trying to control the adrenaline ripping through me, trying to understand what I had just seen, trying to make sense of what I was feeling. It should have been rage, I knew, but it was something else; and a lust I had never felt before drove me out of the shadows and back to the window where the light from the kitchen glowed softly, illuminating the scene before me.

Our livingroom. The "our" is me, my wife and my two daughters. Emma and I had a wedding to go to that night. Normally Samantha, my oldest daughter, would have looked after her little sister, but it was

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her best friend’s birthday and they were having a slumber party at her place. So we hired a sitter to watch Jessie while we were out.

Sara was the daughter of Emma’s cousin. Sam and Jessie idolized her because she was cool and popular and gorgeous. Emma trusted her because she was smart and very mature for her age. I distrusted her because I sensed her maturity came from experience that most fourteen year old girls did not have. It was the way she made me feel when she looked at me. There was too much confidence in her stare and more in her eyes than intelligence and maturity.

So against Emma’s advice, I pulled up to the house without calling first to let Sara now I was coming home to grab my wife’s migraine pills. Our house sits next to a park. When I saw the red Jeep parked just beyond our fence in front of the park I was sure my suspicions were confirmed. A boyfriend wouldn’t park in the driveway, and it was far enough away but close enough if he had to make a run for it. It wasn’t too long ago I was that age. I pulled up behind the Jeep and walked to the house.

It was almost eleven, so Jessie should have been in bed by now. The front of the house was dark, but I could see lights on in the back. I had expected to catch Sara making out with some boy on the sofa when I arrived, but the deep hum from the backyard told me the jacuzzi jets were running. My mind shifted gears at the thought that she had a boy in the hot tub with her. If she was bold enough for that, I wondered exactly what I would see as I slipped through the gate on the side of the house. My fears of her lack of innocence were turning to something else and I adjusted the crotch of my slacks.

We have two hot tubs, one outside in the yard for summertime, and one enclosed on the porch for winter. The hum came from the enclosed porch and a light from the kitchen cast a soft glow over the tub. Sara was standing in the jacuzzi with her back to me. The water bubbled at about mid thigh on her and she was bent at the waist, her elbows resting on the edge of the tub.

The boy I expected to catch her with was not there. Instead, standing behind her in the writhing water was a man. A man who looked to be my age, even older. His hips bucked hard and fast against Sara’s naked ass and she let out a low, lust-filled grunt of pleasure with each thrust of his cock. Her tits swayed back and forth with the rhythm of his fucking and he squeezed the firm cheek of her ass with one hand, pulling her head back by the ponytail with the other. Her back arched and her muffled voice penetrated the glass that separated us begging him for more.

I slipped back into the shadows with my head reeling and my heart beating like a fucked clock. I should have been thinking of my daughter. Where was she? I should have kicked in the door and raised hell. But I must admit nothing like that even crossed my mind. I was remembering all those looks Sara had given me and what I had seen in her eyes.

I was back at the window. This man was close to forty, by the streaks of grey through his dark hair. His body was hard and lean, not young but still muscular and sexy. He slapped his open palm down across Sara’s butt and her moan jumped in pitch. I stared at them, intoxicated by their actions. In the back of my mind I was trying to comprehend how this man could be here in my home, fucking this gorgeous young girl not even half his age, when movement out of the corner of my eye pulled me back a step into the shadows.

From the kitchen stepped a girl, her naked body no older than Sara’s. My hand reached for the window ledge to steady myself. She carried two classes of wine, one of which she handed to the man. His hips came to rest against Sara’s ass as he accepted the drink and she took the opportunity to pull herself free from his cock and turned, sitting her bottom on the edge of the tub. As she lay back onto a towel the young girl placed a foot on either side of Sara’s head and lowered herself down until Sara’s tongue penetrated her open cunt.

He took a deep gulp from his glass then handed it to the young girl who sipped at hers, her red lips teasing the fragile rim. He pulled Sara’s spread legs around him and I watched as his long, thick cock disappeared into her cunt. The girl held the glasses down at her side steadying herself as she ground her hips down onto Sara’s hungry mouth and leaned forward kissing the man. He took slow steady strokes with his cock nestled between Sara’s thighs while his hands explored the young girl’s body.

Where Sara was tall with a curvy, voluptuous frame, this girl was petite with a slender, lithe body. Her dark hair looked almost black in the dim light of the room and stood in stark contrast to Sara’s golden mane. The mound that rose from her dripping gash where Sara’s tongue danced and darted, was hairless and glistened with a combination of her own juices and Sara kisses.

She set the glasses off to the side after draining the last of her wine in one lusty gulp, and carefully repositioned herself over Sara’s face so that she was on all fours with her ass facing the man. He took this as his cue and reached forward massaging her round cheeks as Sara’s lips sucked at her juicy slit. His cock pumped in and out of Sara’s pussy and he pressed his thumb to the small hole of the young girl’s ass making her gasp as it opened to accept his penetration.

As I pulled my cock from my pants, my throat was dry and I looked around me remembering where I was. The neighbors house was dark and I was hidden safely in the shadows. My hard-on responded to my touch like a drowning man breaking through the surface and taking in a breath of air. My fist moved furiously over the nerves in my prick and I turned my attention back to the window.

His thumb was buried to the base in her small ass and she writhed and bucked over Sara’s face. Then he slipped free of her tight hole and pulled her hips back toward him, bringing her even with Sara’s body. The two girls kissed passionately, the young girl licking her juices from Sara’s lips and chin. Her small, firm breasts rubbed against Sara’s large, full tits and their hands roamed each other’s bodies caressing, pinching and scratching. Sara’s hands moved down and squeezed and separated the young girl’s round cheeks and I saw him pull his cock from Sara and slip it into her swollen pussy.

For several minutes he fucked both girls, moving from one hole to the other until his cock was dripping with both their cum. Then he pressed the swollen head of his cock to the tiny diamond between the young girl’s firm globes. My eyes widened as the hole grew and surrounded first the purple head then the long, thick pole of flesh. The young girl bore down into Sara’s inviting arms and her cries were swallowed up in Sara’s open mouth. A bead of saliva fell from his lips to were his flesh joined her body and he slowly fucked his cock in and out of her ass.

Cum burst from my cock and spilled over my fist as I watched the three bodies grinding together. His pace was faster and his strokes were deeper. Her voice cracked as he pulled her body back against him and he sat back on the rim of the tub. Sara climbed up between their spread thighs locking her mouth to the young girl’s empty cunt as his cock pistoned in and out of her ass from beneath. The girl collapsed back against him as the air ripped through his lungs and his cock sprang free from her tight grip spraying cum across Sara’s open lips and tongue.

I crawled back into my car, my legs like rubber. Over an hour had passed and I rushed back to the wedding trying to think of an excuse to tell my wife, but my head was a mess and filled with scenes I could only imagine were still taking place in our house. Luckily, a few drinks had not only cured Emma of her migraine but had played with her sense of time and my excuses were unnecessary. I trudged through the rest of the evening anxious to return home and see what I would find when I looked into Sara’s eyes.

The Gentleman

dabra on Sex Stories

Hey folks, this is another story from me. I hope you enjoy it as much as you did Dave’s story. There might be more if you like.

 

The night was warm. The club’s loud music could be heard every time the bouncer opened the door to the underground dance floor. Sasha walked out after blowing a kiss to the latter, an old high school friend. She tugged the small denim jacket closer to her small frame as she hurried home.

She though she heard footsteps be

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hind her but, hey, this is L.A. for god’s sake! A loud wolf-whistle echoed behind her. She turned in time to see a couple of young Latinos eye her hungrily. She smiled and batted her eyelashes at them and continued walking. She was in a teasing mood tonight.

Her ample chest was held by a thin, almost see-through strapless pink tank top. Her long elegant legs were exposed under a blue, stretchy miniskirt that rode up her thighs every step she took. She was glad the air wasn’t cold or she’d be facing a severe cold by the time she reached the apartment she called home.

She heard those footsteps again behind her and this time she turned to survey the area behind her. She turned back but put her hand in her small black purse, clutching the small can of mace in her right hand. All the TV stations were talking about the new story, The Gentleman Rapist. She had to be careful.

She was five minutes from home when she felt a hand on her mouth and an arm around her waist. Before she could so much as scream, she was lifted off her feet and was staring at a cold, blank wall. She was starting to fight back when the tip of a blade touched the skin on her throat. She heard a soft voice in her left ear.

“I would advise you not to scream.”

Her eyes widened. She prayed this was just a mugging and nothing else. Stupid her! She had lived in L.A. all of her twenty-three years and was still dumb enough not to buy a gun! She nodded hastily. The hand covering her mouth was removed.

“Good. We understand each other.” The blade stayed where it was though. “I am going to do something that might be unpleasant. Try not to make noise.”

Sasha felt the arm let go of her but her fears were soon confirmed when a cold hand touched her knee. She felt a shiver run through her spine.

“Oh dear, did I do that? Here, let me take care of that.”

The hand was removed and she heard leather being stretched and a bare hand touched her at the same spot. It slowly made its way up her leg. She was about to cry when it touched her panties. The hand didn’t move. She heard the voice again.

“What colour are they?”

“Blue,” she whispered.

“Ah, a fine choice. My favourite colour.”

The fingers tugged at her underwear and she felt a tear slowly roll down her cheek. Her panties were down to her knees when she heard the voice again.

“Now, be a good girl and close your eyes. I will hurt you only if I have to.”

She silently complied and felt silk slid across her face and over her eyes. A knot was tied behind her head. A hand grasped her long raven hair and gently tugged them out of the knot. She knew the blindfold was a joke the second she opened her eyes. She could still see the wall through the thin material. Obviously, it was only to play with her.

The blade left her neck and descended to her kidney. A sharp prick made her gasp suddenly. He was telling her he could still kill her even if his position had changed. Her panties resumed their course along her shaved legs until they touched the pavement. The rapist lifted her legs one by one and stood up again. She heard him inhale slowly.

“Aaaah. Such sweet scent. Tell me, are you afraid?”

“Yes,” she squeaked. She had extracted the mace from her purse and was hiding it with her body. She heard a chuckle behind her and the blade returned to her throat.

“You should be if you’re seriously thinking about using that weapon, Miss.” She mentally gasped. Of course, he had seen the can, how stupider could she get? “I assure you there is no need to resort to violence. I am not one of those rapists, I am a gentleman.”

Sasha’s eyes widened more as she recalled what she had read about him. The Gentleman Rapist! At least, she would make it alive. She was still thinking as a hand slowly hiked her mini up her thighs. The Gentleman had a very particular Modus Operandi. He never killed his victims, was polite, tried to minimise any injury his victims could have and always (ALWAYS) made his prey come before him. The girls interviewed had said that he was gentle and always asked if he wasn’t hurting them or if they wanted him to wear a condom or something like that.

He was a strange dude. The few analyst that were on talk shows suggested that he stalked the city only for fun and that he was probably a well respected member of the society. He also never raped virgins. He had a count of twelve victims till now, with two more girls he had spared. As soon as he found out they were virgins, he apologised profusely and knocked them out using chloroform. He then carried them home and deposited them on their front door after calling the police.

Sasha was brought back to earth when a warm finger slowly touched her inner thigh. It slowly traced the outline of her lips. She suppressed a moan. Could it be that this rapist was seducing her instead of getting it on? She tried to block these thoughts from her head but it was hard with a finger playing with her, tantalisingly close to her entrance. It suddenly left its spot, making Sasha feel a pang of disappointment, immediately followed by guilt. She couldn’t be liking this could she?

“Could you put your arms behind your back, dear? I need to fix something.”

She complied, partly due to fear, partly due to excitement. She felt cold metal touch her wrists and a sharp click sounded. Handcuffs. She was trapped. With her arms around her back, The Gentleman as he called himself, could do whatever he wanted to her. The blade left her neck and was dropped on a wooden box nearby. The rapist leaned on her and smelled her shiny hair. He let out a contended moan and whispered something like vanilla. It was probably vanilla, for she had washed her hair with scented soap.

“Now, to business. I hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I do.”

Sasha felt two hands on her thighs. The fingers slid to her pussy and started circling its lips. She shuddered as one finger grazed her opening. This guy knew what he was doing. Suddenly, what felt like two fingers plunged inside her. There was no resistance at all. The foreplay had aroused her just enough to wet her insides. She gasped silently. She was wondering why he hadn’t gagged her.

The fingers gently rubbed her walls. She could barely resist. Then she felt his warm breath on her legs. He’s gonna eat me! He did indeed eat her, lapping her pussy with his tongue opening her wider with his fingers. He delicately swirled his tongue around her flesh, rubbing her clit with his fingers, doing it with such expertise that she could no longer stop herself. She silently moaned as he rubbed her clit once again.

“Aha! Did I just hear you moan, girl? I’m glad you like that.”

He continued his thing for some time. Sasha couldn’t resist any further. She started moaning every time he lapped her cunny. Her body was betraying her as she felt a familiar sensation well up between her legs. She gasped, more loudly this time, as her orgasm overcame her. Her head was slightly bent backwards as she shuddered with forbidden release.

He didn’t miss a beat and steadily drank her fluids as it escaped her body, leaving a small trail down her legs. He affectionately patted her inner thighs and stood up. Sasha couldn’t see what he was doing form her position but somehow she could just picture him wiping his mouth with a hanky.

“Aaaah, that was refreshing. Nothing like some liquid to quench your thirst, wouldn’t you say? Now, did you enjoy that?”

She wouldn’t answer him this time. She felt a finger plop into her pussy suddenly and the voice was in her left ear again. Her hands were pressing into his stomach from behind. The finger was joined by his friend and, together, they danced a dance of pleasure and arousal as the voice spoke to her again.

“I’m sure you liked it. You can deny it but your body cannot lie.” He pushed his fingers deeper inside. “Can you feel them?” they twisted around, trying to find her G-spot. “Can you say you really don’t like it?” the fingers found what they were looking for. “Can you say you want to come so badly you’ll do anything?” They were stimulating her, bringing her to the threshold of another orgasm. She wouldn’t last long, he was too good.

Sasha threw her head back as he pinched her clit with his other hand. Her mouth was open as a series of ragged moans emanated from her. The rapist’s shoulder was holding her head while his fingers continued their passionate dance. Her juices flowed down her legs, soaking her socks and part of her black Nikes. The fingers retreated and smeared some of her own secretions on her upper lip, under her nose. The scent was intoxicating.

“You cannot reasonably tell me this doesn’t excite you, can you?”

His fingers slowly smeared her juices on her lips, parting them slightly to spread some on her teeth. Sasha couldn’t help herself, she licked her lips, tasting herself and loving it. That guy knew which buttons to press.

His hands crept under her top and gave her chest a small squeeze. Her nipples hardened under the attention, a fact not lost to him. He pinched and massaged them with his fingers, tracing their outline under the pink material. She was getting warm all over. Her breathing was now ragged and noisy. The rapist knew she was enjoying it. He covered her breasts with his hands and slowly applied pressure. She closed her eyes and let the pleasure invade her synapses.

The hands drifted down to her love bud again. She heard a zipper open and some rustling behind her. Here it comes. He must have stepped out of his pants because she heard a belt as it fell to the pavement. The alley into which he had dragged her was dark and out of the way, perfect for his purposes. He stroked her hair almost passionately and kissed it gently. His hands settled on her hips.

“I must admit I am a bit lacking in this department, so you’ll excuse me if I’m not quite what you expect. I’m only just a modest eight inches.”

Sasha gasped as the head touched her lips. He rubbed it vertically along the slit, teasing her. Was he really a rapist? The cock slowly entered her, parting her lips and penetrating her easily. Foreplay really did wet things up. It slid in and out, making her moan. She tilted her head back so that it was once again resting on his shoulder. His right hand moved down to her clit.

He started rubbing it gently, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. His remaining hand traveled to her c-cup and cupped one of her glorious mounds. She couldn’t resist anymore, she started thrusting back to meet his strokes. She heard a low chuckle behind her but it didn’t stop the great feeling between her legs.

He alternated between fast and hard strokes and incredibly gentle shallow ones. He was thrusting his finger in when his dick was going out. She was content to let herself fall into his embrace. He was by far the best shag she had ever had. Nothing like those guys who only thought about their dicks and their hairy balls. These just went in and got out faster that you can say “ejaculation”.

She felt another orgasm come close as he continued his intricate game. He somehow sensed this or was it just her increased breathing and body language that told him that? She could only tell that release was near.

It came with no warning. She threw her head back brutally into his right shoulder and ground her self into his loins as her secretions flooded her nether regions and exploded outwards, covering his prick and her legs. He didn’t slow down though, if anything he accelerated. She heard his balls slap against her ass as she cummed continuously.

She rested her head on his shoulder, trying to catch her breath. He chuckled and popped his fingers inside her and brought them to her lips. She hungrily sucked on them, tasting that wonderful thing. He then placed his two hands on her hips and started pumping. He thrust harder and faster each time until he was slamming himself into her. She couldn’t quite breathe, making half-choked gasps every time he entered her.

She almost screamed by the time he pressed his loins inside her, pushing his seed into her womb. She felt each squirt hit the walls inside her. His spunk was warm and felt so right inside her. For a while, she had forgotten this was a rape. He sighed and withdrew, leaving the mixture of their secretions dribble to the cold pavement.

“You know, this is by far the best sex I have had in a while. I didn’t know it would be so enjoyable.”

“Me too,” she whispered.

“What’s your name by the way?”

She was surprised that he had asked that. “Sasha.”

“Ah, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Perhaps we should meet again, Sasha.”

She was thinking the same thing. She heard the handcuffs unsnap and suddenly her hands were free. She was whirled around until she was facing her tormentor. He was wearing a silly black mask over his eyes, but this, combined with the shadows from the alley, made him unrecognisable.

She was breathing more heavily now. What did he have in mind? He was naked, having taken his shirt off during the act. He was smiling. She began to feel a pang of fear. Maybe he was going to kill her. She was surprised when he put her arms around his waist and cuffed them behind his back. They were now pressed closely together. Her hands could move anywhere along his back up to his shoulders. She felt something nudge her on the leg. She looked down to see his glorious erection. It was about eight inches long, as he had told her.

He slid her mini up and slipped inside her with a wet sound. She gasped and pulled him closer. His mouth started to kiss her neck. His arms were on her hips. He stayed embedded inside her and concentrated on her neck. His tongue slowly licked her neck and moved to her mouth. She kissed him back fiercely, tongue-wrestling him. He knew his stuff.

Her mouth was getting all the attention that, minutes ago, her pussy was getting. He played with her hair and kissed her deeply before pulling back. He slid his hands on her thighs and lifted them until she was in a seated position and her back was pressed against the wall. He started to hump her. It was slow at first but he quickly fastened his pace.

Sasha squeezed her legs shut around his waist as he pummeled her, hurting her a bit when her lower back hit the brick wall. She was moaning like crazy now, her voice driving her to this state of extreme arousal. Her nails – which were not particularly long – were digging holes in his bare back.

He let go of her left leg and instead, raised her top off her breasts. She tightened her hold on his waist so that her leg was still tightly coiled around him. He started to slow his pace and fondle her chest. She moaned as he pinched her left nipple, sending a sting of pain to her nerves. He roughly squeezed and twisted it until she almost cried. Then he let it go and latched onto the fleshy mound and started to suckle it. She dug her nails deeper into his back until she felt a wetness that could only be blood.

His strokes were now deep and slow, crashing her back into the wall every time he penetrated her. He alternated between her left and right breasts, using his hand on the one he wasn’t suckling. She felt the now familiar feeling stir between her legs. She tried to halt its relentless march but failed miserably. She screamed into the warm night, a scream that was quickly muffled by his tongue. She desperately sucked on it as she came like a hose, spraying her legs and his genitals with her love juice.

He let go of her chest and placed his hands on her hips again. Her legs were now hanging almost limp in his embrace. She was still recovering from the steaming orgasm that had left her ears buzzing and her heart pounding. He thrust his whole length inside her now. He started slow then hastened and slammed in and out of her pussy, until she was moaning again. He lasted an eternity it seemed and as he crashed into her, Sasha vaguely remembered that she wasn’t on the pill.

It seemed pretty silly to have that thought right now. The Gentleman emptied his balls into her open cunt with one final thrust and ground himself into her. She felt his dick spasm as jets of sperm hit her walls. She felt him slacken and he put his forehead on her left shoulder.

“That certainly was most enjoyable. I hope you feel the same as I do.”

She could not answer, the fire inside her body still raging. He took off the cuffs and turned her around, once again pinning her arms behind her back. She did not protest. She heard him pick up something, probably a cloth to clean himself. Her body slumped against the wall, trying vainly to stay upright.

Sasha felt the liquid slowly leaking out of her and crawling down her legs. Labored breathing echoed in the dark alley behind her, matching her own. A wooden crate creaked; The Gentleman was recuperating too. Her eyes sought out something to sit on in the dim light. An upturned bucket. She mentally shrugged. It was better than nothing.

She studied her surroundings while the blood roaring in her brain subsided. Her attacker – lover? – was looking at her with expressionless eyes. She shuddered, thinking of the stories she had grown up with: women killed after being raped, serial rapists who liked to take a souvenir, countless unsolved murders… Why was he different?

She forgot her probing when he suddenly got up. He smiled reassuringly as he strode to her and lifted her to her feet, holding her right armpit. There was a large crate further down the alley. He pushed her towards it, deeper in the shadows. Her pressed her head on the cold surface of the wood, bending her like a doll, so that her ass was sticking out towards him. He was going to do it again.

She closed her eyes and moaned softly when he entered her once again. This time, he was slowly moving in and out of her, with not a care in the world. There was a sharp intake of air each time he filled her. He would let himself sink inside her quickly, slip out excruciatingly slowly then repeat the procedure. In the middle of the act, he caught a fistful of her black hair and gave it a small tug. She raised her head slightly, mouth ajar, moans coming out at regular intervals.

She was surprised when he stuffed a damp cloth inside her mouth. Her muffled cry of surprise was quickly replaced by a moan as he slammed her once before resuming his slow penetration. Her tongue tasted her juices. It was her panties! She forgot to struggle when one of his fingers wormed itself into her puckered hole, twisting and writhing like a live snake.

She gasped through the cloth as he worked her hole almost roughly at times. She almost lost her self in the ecstasy when he pulled both his finger and his dick out of her. She was surprised to feel trepidation. The man had given her so much pleasure she could only wish for more. She almost screamed with horror when she felt his dickhead push into her asshole.

She felt a tingle at first. The tingle became a major discomfort as he pushed further inside. The discomfort turned to pain; the pain turned to agony before his entire shaft was plunged into her tight puckered hole. She numbly realized she was screaming uselessly while her anal ring convulsed around the intruder. The panties muffled the shouts to a bare whisper, hearable only in the alley.

She cried bitter tears of pain, humiliation and shame as the grip on her hair tightened. A sharp tug brought her head up with a muffled cry. She felt the invader stir; it moved slowly at first, quickly picking up speed. Each thrust seemed to rip a layer of her skin. A deep, almost evil laughter echoed in the dark alley as she was raped by this “gentleman”…

He roughly slapped her ass, squeezing each cheek alternately, all the while tugging at her raven hair. His movements rivaled those he had made earlier, slamming her ass roughly. She screamed continuously in her panties as each thrust seemed to pierce her skin. She felt she would throw up or worst. It came as a very surprising… surprise that after a while, she felt a small pang of pleasure.

The pang quickly became a sharp jab. She felt it every time the cock slid home. She stopped crying, stopped struggling as he fucked her like a toy. She unconsciously pushed her ass towards his hips. He laughed and pulled her hair tighter. He suddenly increased his rhythm to a frantic pace, once again ripping muffled screams out of her before emptying his bowels in her ass.

Her ass felt strangely hollow as he exited her puckered hole. She heard a small zap behind her. She turned her head to look. He was holding a stun stick, the kind used in jails to keep inmates docile. Her eyes widened visibly with fear as he approached her.

“Don’t worry, it’s for my safety.” He put the stick down beside her face and leaned towards her, stroking her hair. “I’m sorry about the last part, but if I didn’t, it would hardly be called a rape. Don’t try to contact the police, I’ll take the necessary precautions to erase every physical proof on your body.”

She didn’t protest as the scent of chloroform filled her nose.

 

She woke up in her bed, covered in blankets, naked. Her clothes had been pilled in a corner of her room. There was a small piece of paper on her night table. It read “Remember”. Her sore ass was a good souvenir if she forgot the note. She painfully rose and went into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet seat and wept as she felt the skin around her asshole.

 

Three days later, the newspapers all had a new heading: “The Gentle man Strikes Again! Where Is The Police?” Sasha read the article wordlessly and drank her morning coffee. She finished it and went inside. Her thin robe protected her from the slight chill in the air. She thought she heard a sound behind her. A sudden prick at her neck made her inhale sharply.

“Miss me?”

She knew this voice! Three nights ago, in that dark alley! He had come back for more…

She swallowed. “Yes…”

Fucking Suganya pt III - gateway to heaven

Fletcher on Sex Stories

Dom walked over to Suganya, looking in awe at her perfect naked body. As he reached for a condom, she told him to give it a miss. This made Dom’s pulse race even more.

Suganya smiled as he mounted her. Dom leant down and licked her nipples. As he pushed his cock inside her tight pussy, Suganya let out a yelp. He pushed some more to get the rest of his dick inside her; his brown pubes meeting her black thatch in a sweaty tangle.

Dom thrust hard into Suganya making her moan. He kissed and fondled her breasts as Suganya’s sexy legs flapped in the air. He stroked her slim thighs and she wrapped them round his back as the bed shuddered.

Suganya’s pussy was already dripping as she pulled his head towards her chest “Oh! OH! OHHH! YOU’RE SO

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BIG!” she shouted as he continued to fuck her. Dom grunted loudly as his motioning cock got covered in her juices.

Suganya demanded him to fuck her harder and he duly obliged, grabbing her right thigh for leverage and pushing his cock deep into her soaked cunt aggressively. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh! OHHHHH!” shouted Suganya as she got the shag of her life.

Dom groped her breasts, and the lusty couple switched positions to have Suganya’s legs over his shoulders. He gave her several hard thrusts kissing her legs, as she continued to moan in ecstasy.

Dom leant down again to work on her neck and shoulders as his motioning hit her beautiful arse.

The room developed a musky aroma from the frenzied love making as he picked up Suganya and grabbing her tight arse, started fucking the beauty against the wall.

She groaned loudly as his eight inches of man meat entered her. “Stop! STOP! You’re pushing too hard, uh UH!” she begged. Dom ignored her pleas as he continued to fulfil his fantasies.

He grabbed her arse harder and Suganya held on tight as she continued to get mercilessly pounded by the young stud.

A Widow's Adventure

kahanabay on Sex Stories

I trudged the 100 yards to the building and ducked into the door, the wind almost blew me thru it, but the warmth felt good and the place seemed nice enough.  Then I started to take in my surroundings. Porno magazines and "Marital aids in packages lined the walls as far as the eye could see!. Large posters of busty naked women jumped out at me, and the inventory section of video tapes had headliners announcin the subject matter in bold print.  Cocksucking..Anul Sex ...Incest.... Animal sex...Straight fucking!!  I got on my cell phone and called my emergency road service.  The dispatcher said it would be at least 90 minutes before they could promise any help. "Please hurry  i said , the place I'm calling from isn't the grea

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test".  Soon as we get a truck you'll be the first he said, and hung up.          After about 5 minutes I noticed the man behind the counter watching me, and I began to feel uneasy......"hey lady, you can't just stand there, house rules, either buy something, buy a ticket for the movie, or get tokens and go to a booth.    "Well I'm not buying any of YOUR merchandise, and certainly am not watching that kind of movie,  but you mentioned a "booth" , whats that?  "There's privat booths thru that door he pointed , and you buy tokens to watch movies on a small screen.   "Do the booths have doors that lock? I asked.   Yeah , buy you can't just sit there ya gotta put the tokens in the machine to run the film, can't have loiterers back there.  "Alright I said how much for one hour of tokens, and will you let me know when the tow truck gets here?"..  Sure sure  that'll be $10.00.   A rip off I thought but what choice did I have ?  I went into the darkened rear of the store a selected a booth near the middle, After securly locking the door i sat on a small stool like device in one corner and dropped 10 tokens in the slot.  On the screen a couple appeared locked in a passionate embrace totally naked and screwing like teenagers. In fact they were teenagers! Where do they find people so attractive, and so young to make these films I wondered.I watched the action on the screen for about 5 minutes when out of the corner of my eye I saw two fingers poking thru a hole in the wall on my right side. There was a hole in the wall leading to the booth next to mine, in fact there was two holes, one a bit higher then the other, and the same set of holes was on the other wall of my booth!!. Some privicy I thought. The fingers disappeared and I felt more at ease, until I heard the sounds of sucking comming from the booth next to mine.  Being more courious the frightened I leaned over and peeked thru the hole to see what was happening, and got the shock of my life!  In the next booth a man was kneeling in front of the wall with the holes and he was making the sucking sounds I had heard! Now my sex life had been limited to my husband and a couple of backseat romances in highschool, but we had both enjoyed oral sex and there was no mistake that guy was giving "head!"   Holy shit,   what kind of a place is this I thought?   Then I heard the door to the booth on the other side of mine open, close and lock. Tokens drop in the slot and  A ZIPPER SLID DOWN!!! What's going on I worried, and without a how do you do a flaccid half erect COCK  was pushed thru one of the holes.!!  My God I thought what have I got myself into?  "Comon, get me hard" said a gruff voice through the wall ,"What are you waiting for bitch?" My husband always said I was a bit of a  submissive , and I instinctivly reached out and took the cock in my hand and began to stroke it!.  It seemed to come alive in my hand and was fully erect in just a couple of strokes .  "Gee's you got a great touch " the man said, and to my embarrasment I felt complimented. Now I haven't seen many cocks but this would be considered a nice one by any one. Straight and 8inches of curcumcised manhood with a large head that was beginning to glisten with precum. I stroked the full length and was becomming hypnotised by the sight a the smell of his cock when the voice said "Get to it , I ain't got all day.  You gonna suck it or not?"  Suck it! My God ! I couldn't do that in a million years I said to myself, but when I felt him start to pull that nice cock back thru the hole I just leaned over and PUT MY MOUTH ON IT !! I was sucking on a total strangers cock and I seemed to be "getting into it" as they say. I turned to face the wall and began to take more of his cock in my mouth, and remembering the things my husband used to like so  I started sucking so the slurp sound I made as the head of his cock slipped through my lips was clearly heard. And as I bobbed my head up and down on it I tounged the underside of and took it deep into my mouth.  I did like it when I gave pleasure to my husband and I now began to feel the same thrill giving head to this stranger.  "Oh man , your good " the voice said , and I felt as though I was special.  I must have sucked him off for about 10 minutes when I felt this lovley cock begin to throb and push deeper in my hot sucking mouth.  He was going to cum, what do I do Now, suck, spit , jerk him off, what?   Before I could decide I felt the first sprut of cum hit the roof of my mouth, and I just had to finish him off, I thought.  His cum was not my first, but it was the most.  He kept cumming for what seemed a really long time and I kept sucking until my mouth was actually full !  I had to pull back, and I spit the thick mixture of cum and saliva on the floor of my booth.  "Thanks pal" and the cock and the man were gone. The door opened and he was gone!  The taste of a strangers cumm in mouth was exiciting and not bad , but what was I thinking of ? !  Giving a blowjob to a stranger...in a place like this....and he thought I was a man.  How perverted can a woman get? I wondered. Just then I heard the door open again as a new guy came into the same booth and again I heard the sound of a zipper comming down. Well...I guess we'll soon know , I said to my self.  Sure enough a new cock was presented for me through the hole and this time it was BLACK!!  I mean BLACK, and BIG!  Atleast 10 inches and already erect!  My eyes must have popped at the sight, and I had butterflies in my belly. What a beautful cock!!  Can I ... should I...  what will happen if...... "Please" a rich baritone voice said.  A gentleman I thought, oh well it's a day of firsts' .  As I wraped my hand around this black love stick I became aware of the girth and had doubts regarding the size fitting between my lips.  I opened my mouth wide and slowly let his cock slide over my lips..tounge..and finally well into my mouth.. It was big, but I could take almost half the length into my mouth, but found it difficult to really suck  it was so wide... So I used my mouth like a pussy, sliding up and down the length and stopping only to lick the underside if his enormous cock head.  I was just getting a good rythum going when I felt my jaw begin to cramp.  When I paused to rest he began pumping his cock like a piston.  It made me wonder what it would be like to be fucked by this black beauty.  Not made love to, but really FUCKED!  I began to finger my pussy thru my skirt and panty hose and I could feel the wetness around my pussy lips dampen my panties.  Quickly I stood and almost tore my hose and panties to my ankles, flipped my skirt up over my ass and presented my pussy doggie style to the magnificent cock. I guided the head into my cunt lips and was about to push when the voice from the other booth said. "I don't fuck gay ass man"!  He pulled away!!  "HEY lady , your tow truck is here" the counter man hollared . And I put my self together, open the booth door and walked out . Right into a very nice looking black man standing in the aisle. His eyes widdened and he trid to say something but could only gawk at me.  I smiled and as i walked past him I said "I'll be back".   And I did go back , and that story I'll tell you later.

Girlfriends Sister is So Hot

hornylee on Sex Stories

it was my girlfriends sisters 18th birthday and i decided as she was single and didnt have any other friends she could rely on to make plans i would take her and her and my girl for a nice meal and then maybe onto a club,  i checked with my girlfriend (katie)  and she confirmed with her sister (leanne)  that it was ok and it was so i exited of the oppotunity to take to good looking sisters out was gonna be fun!

let me tell u about them, katie is cute about 5ft2 size 12 36D chest with dark hair and green eyes,  we have been to spain and often gets mistaken for a natural spaniad as she has a dark complextion in fact when i 1st met her i asked her if she was from England to!  her sister leanne is diffenrent equally stunning but is paler probably size 8-10 with b cup ch

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est about 5ft4 i would say

Anyway the night of our meal came around quick and when we were ready (after hours of watching them decide what to ware) we ordered a cab and set off.  We actually arrived for out meal half an hour earlier so decided to have a few drinks while we waited leanne looked really greatful as i bought her her 3rd double vodka and redbull and looked me in the eyes rested her arm on mine and said thank "you big bro" i gotta be honest i have thought about her in a sexual way before but until she looked at me like that i always just saw her as katies little sister.  My cock was hard as a rock after an hour of sitting across the table staring at leanne.  Expecially when she droped her napkin and bent down to pick it up,  she caught the table corner on way back up and it pulled her top down i clearly got sight of her nipple before she casually pulled her top up again and smiled at me.

we went to the bar side again after our meal for a load more drinks and then onto a club!  Katie saw a couple of old friends and was stood talking to them for a while in there but i didnt mind as i got to dance with leanne,   As we were dancing i was holding her hips and she was grinding her crotch on mine she must of felt my hard on thinking about it that may of been the reason she was doing it.  I looked at Katie and asked her to take over while i went to the toilet so she danced with her sister.

As i returned from the toilet(which was hard to pee with a hard on) i saw the most erotic thing i ever had there hands were all over each others back down to there bums the back of the head looking into each others eyes i could clearly tell kate was horny i have seen that look a million times but i waited at the side of the dancefloor to see if anything else happened.  Nothing did and they slowly walked back over to me  i saw they never had a drink and a felt it was my duty to get them a large one! 

They were both looking a bit worse for ware so i offered to get them a taxi which i promptly ordered,  The way home me and kate sat in back and leanne in front.  I needed to sit with her i had a boner so hard i needed her to do something about it.  kate leaned forward and unzipped me releasing my cock god it needed to be free but it wasnt for long no sooner was it out it was in her mouth which obviously felt tonnes better!  i rested my head back and enjoyed her lips working my cock and her free hand massaging my sack and stroking my ass.  Looking at the roof of the taxi i glanced down to make sure leanne or worse the taxi driver were not aware and i saw leanne with her pocket mirror out pretending to adjust her make up staring right at me with the biggest smile on her face no sooner did i see her than i felt my sack tighten and my spunk erupted in the back of katies throat,  i dont think leanne knew what was happening before i moaned and bit my lip to try and keep quiet but she move her mirror down and she saw her sister with a mouthful of my cock and spunk running down her chin she span round looking right at me with her mouth open looking shocked and then looking at her sister she spanked her ass and told her she was a naughty girl,  she was like.  The taxe driver was aware and laughed at leanne he told her that happened all the time! 

We all got back to mine and kates flat (appartment!) in the early hours and it looked like leanne was ready for bed as she just crashed out on the sofa me and kate went to bed as soon as i was in the room she jumped me sticking her tongue in my mouth i could still taste my cum on her as she pushed me back onto the bend and again proceeded to suck my cock,  i was moaning and groaning and i accidently moaned out leannes name

"its ok babe u can fantasize about fucking my little sister i know shes sexy,"  she said to me and i nearly shot in her mouth again before removing it from her mouth i wanted more

"i wanna do more than fantasize about her babe," i said

"well shes out there and looks unconsious to me," i nearly cum without touching myself then! 

We both went to the sofa as quietly as we could and surely enough she was there snorring on her back i looked at kate and motioned towards leannes tits to make sure this was definatly ok with her,  she nodded so i slowly lifted her little flimsy top up till it exposed all of her tits and looked at kate again

"go on u suck them while i suck u,"  mmmm i couldnt refuse as i bent over and sucked on her nipples while her sister sucked me i was in xtc again!  i pulled kate by the hair up to me and whispered

"u suck them," I watched again as she didnt argue just bent over and took her sisters nipple in her mouth i lifted her skirt up i wanted to taste her pussy but she was in the wrong position i couldnt get there withour waking her so i lifter kates skirt  and ripped her knickers off before forcing my cock up her nicely trimmed tight pussy.  i fucked kate for about 5 minutes before leanne moved in her sleep into a position i could get to her pussy,  but i was fucking a nice pussy so i told kate to finger her

"play with her clit babe,"  i said to her

"i cant im sure it will wake her up,"

"well taste it kate i wanna see u lick out your little sister,"

"so do i,  i have been dying to cum all night!" leanne said looking into her sister eyes and immediatly kate shook and screamed as her orgasm took her by surprise

realising she was awake all the time i took kates hair and pushed her down into leannes mound she took to it striaght away looking like she loved it as im sure she did.  leanne looked at me for the 1st time since we started and said

"hi big bro, hope u saved some from the taxi for me?"

"of course sis im gonna cum soon do u want this load?"

"no next one please cum inside my sister

I looked at kate again she looked up with leannes pussy juice all over her face i told leanne to lick it off so she sat up  and proceeded to lick kates face all over her mouth her cheeks he chin all over she was covered in it,  she then stood up and cam behind me i was in doggy posision and she laid on her back with her head under us i started to lick kates pussy then my cock as it came out she would occasionally move back down to suck on my balls then she stuck her tongue up my ass

"yeah do that im gonna cum!!!!"  i groaned as i realeased my cum up kates pussy as leannes tongue was up my ass best cum ever.

I removed my cock and leanne told kate to stay in that posision as she got in doggy behind her offering me her ass as she licked kates ass and the cum from her pussy too,  immediatly i plunged into leannes pussy before she stoped me and removed my cock she looked at me and frowned then replaced my cock at the entrance to her ass

"fuck me in my nasty ass please bro?"

i love nasty talk so i smiled and said

"thats what bros are for sis,"

i entered her ass and she screamed in pain

"aahhhhh yeah harder bro fucking shag me harder!!"

i started to pound into her hard as i could as she started to spank her sis

"yeah i love my sisters pussy!"

smack she spanks her again

"god sis i love bros cock up my ass its fucking soooo nice!"

she cocked her leg up as she was on all fours and i reached under and played with her clit,  Kate started to shake again and came all over her sisters mouth,  it was soon leannes turn and she started to buck and writhe about

"yeah god bro fuck me fuck me fuck my ass FUCK ME HARDER!!!! IM CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!"

now its my turn!

Katie comes over and starts to kiss me deep Leanne pulls off me and  kneels facing me

"i want your cum,"

sure i say as kate stops kissing me and goes round back and kneels herself down puts her tongue up my ass again while leanne puts my cock deep in her throat and gives me the best blowjob of my life coupled with katie giving me deep rimjob im there in seconds

i explode in leannes mouth with more venom than ever before!  she kisses kate before swallowing the lot then turns to me smiling as she comes over kissing me again and says

"if kate lets u do me again ill do anything to either of u anytime or anywhere u want,"

with that i was ready to go again! just hope Kate lets me 

Victoria meets her online lover

storyteller00069 on Sex Stories

Victoria meets her online lover

As I drove up to the motel that Victoria and I had arranged to meet at, I thought back to the time, that I had first met her.

We’d met online at a poker room and straight away we seemed to hit it off together.

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n 0pt 0in">It wasn’t long before we exchanged e-mail addresses and were soon chatting away like long lost soul mates.

We soon found out that each was married, but that didn’t stop us from chatting, after all, we were just friends, right?

At first we were just friends, but that started to change very quickly.

I had sent Victoria one of my stories that I had written, forgetting completely to check if there were any nude pictures of myself in the story.

I had two sets of stories on my computer, one with pictures and one without pictures.

As it’d turned out, I’d sent the one with pictures to Victoria by mistake.

Not that she complained at all.

In fact, Victoria seemed quite taken with my picture.

A few days went by, and our fascination with each other grew quickly.

I wanted to see much more of this wonderful lady that I’d met online.

It soon became quite clear that Victoria too, wanted to meet with me.

After a couple of weeks of chatting online, Victoria admitted that she was slowing falling in love with me.

I too had to admit that I was falling for this lovely lady as well.

Because of her job, Victoria moved around the country a lot and was coming up my way in a few months time.

I was very excited by the news, even though it wouldn’t be for some time yet, the mere fact that I was going to meet this very beautiful young lady, sent shivers right through my body.

Victoria had agreed to send me a couple of nude pictures of her self and I could barely wait to see them.

As we chatted online, we found to our amazement, that we had a hell of a lot in common with each other.

It was really turning out to be a pleasure talking with Victoria.

She soon became the highlight of my day and evening.

I never gave up the chance to see her when we were both online together.

Because we were both married, we both had to watch out for our spouse, otherwise, they’d catch us chatting and then there’d be hell to pay.

We both had a couple of close calls, but managed to keep things hidden from our partners.

Even in bed with my wife, my mind was filled with our latest conversations online.

No one had ever turned me on so much as she was able to do just by chatting.

While she was indeed very beautiful, it was not just her beauty that turned me on, no, it was much more than that.

It was as though she needed someone to tell her that she was still very much a beautiful woman, a desirable woman.

Of course I had no trouble telling her that, because to be quite frank, she was one of the most desirable women, I’d ever met in my life.

But to my keen senses, I knew that deep down, something was troubling her deeply.

It took a couple of weeks before Victoria told me what was troubling her.

It seems that her husband was Bi-sexual.

Victoria then described how she felt when she found out about it.

Victoria had found out only 9 months ago that he was Bi-sexual and it’d nearly floored her.

How could she have not known about his Bi-sexuality ages ago!

Victoria had always thought of herself as a smart enough woman fairly wise to the ways of men, but this threw her completely.

Then, she started to think about giving him a headjob and she wondered where his cock had been before he came home.

Now she knew why he liked anal so much.

Victoria too, loved anal, but was disgusted with the thought of his cock in a guys arse before coming home to have anal with her.

She’d washed herself that night in the shower but could not for the life of her, wash away the hurt and disgust that she felt inside her.

Victoria then told me that she never gave him a headjob after that and made him wear a condom whenever she had to give him sex.

But for nine painful months, she kept her secret to herself, apart from one other person, too ashamed to confide in anyone else she knew.

The one person, she did confide in was her elderly next door neighbor, Elsie, whom she loved as a mother.

Victoria told me that she had even shown a couple of nude pictures of my erection that I’d sent her to Elsie and that Elsie had told her to dump her husband and marry me.

I didn’t mind in the least as I’d given nude shots of myself to many women in the past.

Victoria said that once her shameful secret was known to me, she’d felt better getting it off her chest.

I told Victoria that on no account was she to blame herself for what’d happened; it wasn’t her fault that he was Bi-sexual.

I did fully understand where she’d been coming from, not that it’d happened to me, but from the fact of finding out my 2nd wife had been playing around on me with another guy.

It wasn’t as bad as what’d happened to Victoria of course, but the hurt and the mistrust and betrayal would have been the same reaction.

It’d only made me want to take Victoria in my arms and hold her safe against anyone or anything that could ever hurt her again.

I too, had been hurt in the past, and didn’t want Victoria to have to go through any more hurt.

As I walked towards the room Victoria had booked for our first meeting, I again had faint stirrings of worry about what she’d think of the real me.

Until this moment, all she’d ever seen were pictures of me, now she’d be meeting the real me.

At the back of my mind, I did wonder if she would be even slightly disappointed in what she saw when she opened the door.

I had brought this to Victoria’s attention before today, and she’d been a little cross with me for even thinking it.

But, it was human nature to wonder if you were ever good enough for the woman you’d fallen for.

Knowing that there was only one way of finding out, I knocked on the door.

It opened almost instantly.

It was as though Victoria had been standing on the other side of the door waiting for me to knock.

There before me, stood a woman even more beautiful than her picture had lead me to believe.

I stood there for a few seconds, drinking in her beauty.

Victoria stood there on the other side of the doorway waiting for me to say or do something.

I broke myself from the spell she’d thrown over me and grinned.

Still without a word being spoken, I stepped over the doorway and into the arms of one of the most beautiful ladies I’d ever met.

Victoria hugged me as tightly as I hugged her.

I couldn’t believe that at long last, I now held that sweet and lovely woman in my arms.

I could feel her body heat mixing with mine as we hugged, and I felt my cock start to respond. It was as though my cock knew what was in store for it.

I surely did.

Still holding each other, we looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.

“Hi there” I told her, grinning like a school kid.

“Hi there yourself my lovely man.” Victoria replied with a smile that seemed to come from heaven.

I leaned forward and felt the warmth of her breath as our mouths drew nearer and felt my lips press against hers.

I’d dreamt of this minute for months now and finally, the moment had arrived.

I felt Victoria’s mouth part slowly and she allowed my tongue to enter its wetness and warmth.

As ours tongues danced the dance of love inside each other’s mouths, I couldn’t resist copping a feel of her arse.

Using both hands, I at first lightly traced the smooth outline of her cheeks, and then I gripped her firmly by the cheeks and pulled her crotch against my own.

God how I wanted this woman, in more ways than one.

Her nipples were pressing against my shirt and I couldn’t wait to feel them naked against my own flesh.

Victoria slowly withdrew from our embrace.

“I think we’d better close the door, or we’ll finish up giving the neighbors a free show.” She said with a smile, going around me and closing the door.

She then stepped back into my waiting arms before saying, “God, Brian. You don’t know how I’ve longed for this day to arrive.”

“I think that I have an idea, Victoria.” I replied gently kissing her on the lips once more.

Again, we kissed tenderly and passionately, our tongues darting and withdrawing inside each other’s mouths.

Again, I let my hands wander across Victoria’s very cute backside as we kissed.

I lightly ran the finger’s of my right hand down the groove between her cheeks, knowing that in a very short space of time, I’d be enjoying the delights of her body and much more.

I felt Victoria’s entire body slightly shiver in response to my touching her backside through her dress.

I loved the response I was getting from this beautiful woman.

Gone were the fleeting thoughts of was I good enough for her or not.

I knew for a fact that I was more than good enough for her.

In fact we seemed so right together, that we had both thought aloud at different times, that we were in fact soul mates.

“Shall we have a drink, Brian?” she asked with a smile.

“Yes please.” I replied with a smile of my own.

Victoria poured two drinks and we sat on the lounge exchanging small talk while we had our drinks.

I looked at this beautiful woman that I’d met purely by accident online and again wondered how come I’d been so lucky.

I would not have dreamt in a million years of being with someone that was this beautiful and smart to boot.

“Well Brian, where’s this shower you promised me.” Victoria asked smiling as she sat her glass down on the coffee table in front of us.

“Oh, I’m dam sure we can soon find it, Victoria.” I replied with a smile of my own, sitting my own glass down beside hers.

We stood and I held out my hand for her to take.

We soon found the shower and I stood there looking at her for a second or two, knowing that at long last, I was about to finally see Victoria fully naked.

“Here, Let me.” Victoria said as I started to undo my shirt.

I removed my fingers from the buttons and allowed Victoria to undo my shirt for me.

She hung the shirt on the door knob and then she lowered herself to her knees in front of me and took hold of my belt.

As she undid my belt, Victoria looked up at me with a smile.

I looked deep into her eyes and saw love staring back at me.

I’d been scared to show true love to a woman ever since I’d been badly hurt in the love game, but with Victoria, I didn’t feel the need to be frightened of her.

I knew that she wouldn’t desert me for another man like my 2nd wife had done.

I reached down with my hand and lightly stroked her on the side of the face.

Victoria turned her face towards my hand and kissed it.

Then, she got back to the job in hand.

She slowly undid the zipper on my trousers and allowed my pants to fall at my feet.

I stepped out of them and stood there in just my underpants.

Then she gripped my underpants and slowly lowered them to my feet also.

Again, I stepped out of them and now stood totally naked in front of Victoria.

Victoria said “What’s this?” as she reached forward and took hold of my semi-erect cock.

“Now that is what I’ve been waiting to see for a long time.” She said with a laugh.

I grinned as she leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock.

“I bet it tastes as good as it looks.” Victoria said with a smile, before leaning forward and placing her lips around the head of my cock.

The warmth of her mouth closed around the top part of my cock and then, slowly, she began to push her mouth further and further along its thickening length.

Not too many women were able to take its full length inside their mouths, but Victoria didn’t seem to have much trouble doing so.

I felt her nose touch my pubes as she continued to suck me off.

I knew that I wasn’t going to last long inside that warm, moist mouth of hers and while I would of liked to have lasted longer, also knew that the 2nd time round, I would last much longer.

I knew also from our chats that Victoria was not one of these women who hated sperm inside their mouths.

I’d not met too many women in my travels who also didn’t mind swallowing sperm.

I was pleased that Victoria was one who didn’t mind swallowing.

My own wife would not take my sperm inside her mouth, let alone swallow it.

I felt Victoria’s fingers lightly begin to tease my balls as she fucked her mouth along my cock.

Then she reached a little further under my balls and I felt her begin to tease my anus.

Again, not too many women liked playing with a guy’s anus.

Slowly and carefully so’s not to cause me any discomfit, Victoria began to push her fingertip just inside my anus.

That was more than enough along with her hot, wet mouth fucking my cock to send me over the edge.

I felt my hot sperm start to empty into Victoria’s mouth.

“Mmmm” Victoria mumbled around the shaft of my cock, as she sucked every last drop of my cum inside her mouth.

My cock softened inside her mouth and Victoria removed her finger from my anus and

removed her mouth from my cock.

“Now that was nice.” Victoria said with a grin.

“Sure was darl.” I replied with a big grin on my face.

Victoria then stood back up and I knew it was my turn to give this beautiful woman pleasure with my mouth.

I picked up my trousers and underpants and hung them along with my shirt.

It wouldn’t do to have them too messed up as I had to meet my wife afterwards.

I’d arranged it this way, so that she wouldn’t be suss about me being dressed up in my good clothes and with wet hair.

She’d just think that I’d not long got out of the shower to meet with her.

Which would be true, except that I was going to be hopping out of the shower with Victoria first.

I kissed Victoria on the lips tenderly at first, then with increasing passion.

Our tongues joined forces inside her mouth as we hugged tightly to one another.

I felt the faint stirrings of another erection coming, but wanted to pleasure Victoria with my mouth first.

We kissed for a few minutes before I slowly pulled away from her lips.

Then I turned her with my hands so that she was now standing with her back to me.

I reached up with my fingers and took hold of the zipper at the top of her dress.

As I lowered the zipper, I saw the straps of her bra come into view along with smooth bare flesh.

I leaned forward and lightly kissed her on the back.

Then,          I helped Victoria from her dress and she stood before me in just her bra and panties, which I saw with pleasure was a G-string.

I reached up and undid her bra strap, allowing her beautiful breasts to escape into the fresh air.

Then, Victoria turned herself towards me, allowing me to view her lovely breasts for the very first time.

I reached forward with my fingertips and ran them over her twin globes.

I wanted them in my mouth so badly, but first I wanted to see this lovely lady totally naked.

I then sank to my knees in front of her, the same as she’d done to me.

Hooking my fingers either side of her G-string, I slowly lowered them to her feet.

Victoria stepped out of them and now I had a totally unrestrained view of her body.

I stared at her nakedness in pleasure; I felt like a kid in a candy store.

As I’d once told her while online, she was indeed an angel.

Victoria knew from our chats, that I loved women without hair around their vaginas.

It would not have bothered me greatly had she had hair down there, but this was a bonus.

I’d always loved the feel of smooth flesh under my tongue as I made oral love to a woman, also I didn’t have to go to the dentist for a haircut.

I placed both hands on her hips and leaned forward and kissed her belly button.

I felt Victoria’s body shake slightly in pleasure as she felt the tip of my tongue starting to descend towards her vagina.

We had made love many different ways together in my stories and while we were having cyber sex, so Victoria had a good idea as to what was coming next.

I could smell her heavenly vaginal scent the closer I got towards her vagina.

I knew I was in for a treat.

My tongue guided over her smooth flesh, until I felt the slight protrusion of her pelvic bone under my tongue.

A few more seconds and I would taste her juices, the one thing I’d be waiting to do for many months.

I felt her outer lips with the tip of my tongue and signed silently with pleasure.

I ran the tip of my tongue all over her smooth flesh, not yet wanting to plunge my tongue deep inside her.

Not only was I teasing Victoria, but wanted to tease myself as well.

This was a golden moment for me and I wanted it to last for as long as it could.

I reached between her thighs and lightly teased her anus with my finger.

Victoria gave out a low moan of pleasure and placed both of her hands on top of my head.

Then, I guided the tip of my tongue towards her swollen, erect clitoris and just gave it the briefest flick with the tip of my tongue.

Victoria moaned softly with pleasure above me and I felt her hands grip my hair.

But again, I didn’t want to go straight for her vagina, I wanted her to be half begging me to touch her vagina with my mouth.

So I instead moved my tongue slightly to the left and ran the tip of it down the groove on the inside of her thigh, close to but not quite touching her outer flesh of her vagina.

I did the same to the right hand side of her crotch.

I felt Victoria’s hands trying to guild my mouth towards her vagina, but still I was not ready to obey.

I moved my face completely away from her crotch and placed the palms of my hands either side of her hips and then slowly moved them down her thighs.

My fingertips were soft against her warm flesh, but I made sure that while it was caressing her flesh, it actually wasn’t ticking her.

I ran my fingers down the outsides of her legs, and then I moved them around until they were now on the inside of her ankles.

Slowly I began to guild my fingers back up her flesh, enjoying the feel of her beautiful skin beneath my fingers.

My fingers moved slowly towards her beautifully bald vagina and I let them brush either side of her lips.

Then I ran the tips of my fingers gently over her smooth vaginal lips, causing a low moan of pleasure or frustration from Victoria.

Then I lightly ran the tip of one finger down the soft, wet groove of her vagina.

I then angled my finger upwards and slowly began to ease my thick finger up inside of her.

At the same time, I lowered my mouth to her throbbing clitoris.

I took her erect clitoris inside my mouth and teased it with my tongue; causing Victoria’s already very moist vagina to become even wetter, if that was at all possible.

Her tight vaginal walls parted before my probing finger.

The warmth and wetness of her vagina closed around my finger as I plunged it as deep as I could inside her.

Victoria was now humping my finger as if it were a smaller version of my cock.

As I pulled it back out of her I then slowly eased two of my thick fingers inside of here.

The thickness of two of my fingers was the same width as my cock.

I made sure that as I finger fucked her, I lapped up some of her love juices that were flowing out of her.

Her juices tasted like pure nectar to me.

Victoria’s thighs were shaking quite badly as she neared her orgasm.

Her fists were now tightly holding onto my hair.

I could feel her vaginal muscles gripping and releasing my fingers within her and now wished that it was my cock buried deep inside of her.

I wanted to feel that hot throbbing mass of female flesh around my thick cock.

I couldn’t wait anymore.

I withdrew my fingers from her and pulled my mouth away from her crotch.

I stood up and said, “I want and need you now lover.”

I turned her around towards the bath and bent her over so that she was gripping the sides of the bath, allowing me the view of the most perfect arse I’d ever seen.

I moved in behind her and gripped my throbbing cock in my fist.

I guided it towards her waiting vagina.

I placed the head of my cock at the very moist entrance to her vagina and slowly started to penetrate her wetness.

I gripped her hips in my hands and plunged myself fully into her.

I didn’t want to hurt her, but the need to empty my hot seed into her womb was far greater than I could cope with right then.

My strokes were forceful as I plunged myself as deep inside her as my thick cock would go.

I knew I wouldn’t last long but right then all I wanted to do was to plow myself as deep inside her as I could.

Passion and lust had become one.

Victoria seemed to sense my need as she too was pushing herself backwards to meet my incoming thrusts.

True, while I’d made love and had had sex with many women in my pass, this beautiful lady surely surpassed them all, in everyway possible.

Her tight vaginal muscles were gripping and releasing their grip on my thick shaft, almost as though it was her 2nd mouth.

I could hear Victoria groaning and grunting as I fairly rammed myself into her.

I hoped that she too was very close to having her orgasm as I was just about to cum myself.

Gone now was the first bout of love and tenderness, only to be re-placed by pure animal instinct to mate.

I felt the first stream of hot cum shoot inside Victoria’s beautiful vagina and that also seemed to trigger Victoria’s own orgasm.

I felt her hot juices coating my entire shaft as I emptied myself into her.

I was in heaven.

Nothing before this could even closely come close to being called “love making”.

This was both animal lust and passion mixed together as one.

It was the most intense feeling I’d ever felt.

Maybe this is what true love was supposed to feel like.

All I knew was that no other woman had affected me both sexually nor emotionally as this woman had.

As our animal passions began to cool, I leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on the bare flesh of her back.

Somehow, this woman seemed so right for me.

I didn’t want to become one again.

Being joined together like this was the closeness we could ever be.

There is no other better feeling than being joined together sexually with the woman you love.

It felt as though I’d invaded Victoria’s very soul, not just her vagina, and she’d accepted me without question.

The whole thing was a truly remarkable feeling to experience.

However, no matter how hard I wanted to stay within her, my cock, only being human, shrank and slipped out of her and I watched as some of our mixed love juices seeped out of her.

Victoria turned towards me with a big grin on her face as she said, “Wow, we both needed that”

“Sure did, my darling.” I replied with my own grin as we sank into each other’s arms and embraced.

Our lips met with tenderness as we cooled down from our animal passion of a few minutes before.

“I think we’d better have a shower, my lover.” Victoria said, breaking our kiss.

“Yes, you’re right, darl.” I replied turning towards the shower stall.

I turned the water on and as I adjusted the water, Victoria leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me and lightly kissed my back.

It felt as though I was being wrapped in a blanket of love.

I truly loved the feeling.

We entered the shower and as Victoria washed herself, I moved in behind her and wrapped my arms around her, hoping she’d feel the love that I felt towards her in my embrace as I’d felt from hers.

Because we were both married, we both knew there would be some problems we’d have to sort out as our relationship grew.

But both of us knew deep down that we were meant for each other, not the partners we’d finished up with.

So those problems would be solved in their own good time and then, one day, we would be together, both in the flesh and emotionally.

                            End of part one…part two coming soon

                                             Hope you enjoyed this

                                                   Storyteller

 

 

A day without video games

zafubebubots on Sex Stories

One day I woke up and said to myself, “today I’m gonna do something besides play video games.” I’m 15 and about 6’1”. I walked downstairs and remembered that about 2 months ago I had gone fishing down at the creek and got a fishing lure jammed under a rock. I had tied the line off on a tree branch hoping to one day retrieve it from the water.

I got out my bike and started to ride down

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to the creek. I got there, parked my bike against a tree and walked over to where I had tied the line. After looking around a little, I noticed a rock by the water. Laid across it were two towels, two pairs of shoes, two pairs of socks and two pairs of shirts and pants. The thing that caught my attention though, was a lone bikini top.

             I walked around the bend and there were two girls in the water. I recognized one from my school. She had her back turned to me, but the other girl was in front of her staring wide eyed at me. The first girl, lexi, quickly spun around, saw me and froze. Just for a second. Then a grin broke out on her face. Of course by now I wasn't looking at her face, my eyes were glued to her exposed breasts that she didn't seem very intent on covering up.

She rose out of the water sopping wet. I realized I hadn't stopped looking at her boobs since she had turned around.  I blushed and turned away.

“Why don’t you jump in and cool off?” she asked. I kind of stood there dumfounded for a second before she said,

”c’mon, its too hot for clothes, take your shirt off.” What the heck, I thought and took off my shirt and shoes.

      Of course I hadn’t brought a swim suit or anything so I just jumped in with my shorts on.

      “Aw, your not gonna take the rest off for me?” she asked, swimming up to me. She got real close and rested her hand on my chest while her hand reached down toward my groin.

      “Sure, but why isn’t your friend here saying anything?” I said glancing over at the girl who still hadn’t moved.

      “C’mon Ruthi, take off your clothes,” said Lexi. Ruthi undid her bikini and took off the bottom too. I took off my shorts and boxers revealing my already hard 7” cock. Both girls gasped and reached for it. Seemed like they knew exactly what to do.

 Lexi started rubbing my cock while I massaged her and Ruthi’s breasts.  We all got out of the water and I laid down in the grass. Lexi started licking my cock up and down while rubbing it with her hand. Ruthi positioned herself so her pussy was right above my face, so I stuck my tongue out and licked it for a little bit.

Ruthi started moaning and Lexi was slurping away at my cock. A few minutes into it, I felt I was going to cum soon.

“slow down girl, your gonna make me cum too soon.” She smiled and still holding my cock she positioned herself over me. Without hesitation I rammed my cock in her, making her gasp. I pumped in and out as fast as I could while she moaned away.

“damn girl that pussy feels great.”

“oooh, your cock feels better. Fuck me harder.” She started bouncing up and down, getting into the rhythm. I resumed licking Ruthi’s pussy. She was starting to buck her hips back and forth and had her finger in her mouth and her eyes were closed.

“Mmmmmm, I’m gonna cum soon.”

It was an incredible experience having two girls moaning intensely, one bouncing on my cock, and the other getting licked in the pussy.

      I started speeding up on my thrusts in Lexi and Ruthi started moaning even louder. I paused my licking to tell Lexi I was going to cum any second, which made her pound on my cock even harder.

      “fuck yes, lick my pussy oooooh yeah,” ruthi was moaning.

      “fuck I’m gonna cum!” screamed Lexi. She arched her back as both of us came at the same time.

      “fuck yeah cum in my pussy baby!” I thrust my cock as deep into her as I could. Lexi got off of my cock and I got up from under Ruthi. Ruthi, who still hadn’t cum yet looked somewhat saddened by the fact that I had already cum in Lexi.

      “don’t worry baby, your next”

Lusty Lord Millhaven Chapter 1

youngsavage on Sex Stories

Lord Anthony Millhaven of Beechwood leaned indolently against one of the soaring columns of the Earl of Landsdown's massive ballroom eyeing the crowded dance floor. Tall, dark, arrogantly handsome, he surveyed the throng gathered at one of the earlier crushes of the ton this season. All the debs were out, swirling about the ballroom under the watchful eye of their mamas and chaperones, all out to snag an unsuspecting heir as their husbands.

At 22, he would appear to be an attractive target. Thanks to his papa's demise last winter, he was the one of the richest landowners in the country, heir to property in the richest part of London and thousands of acres of the best countryside in the realm.

Low cut gowns were obviously de rigour this season and ma

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ny of the acknowledged beauties swirled about before him. He knew he could have his pick of the lovely young things that paraded about dressed in the finest dresses that the best modistes of the capital could provide. His rivals clamoured to fill the dance cards of the most attractive or not so attractive but attractive in the size of their dowries. He was not interested in any of them. One or two showed promise by the size of their cleavages in developing into the figure of his obsession. But, with no hint of the maturity he sought, they were all without exception, simpering brain nots. Something he could do well without. He knew what he liked and simpering idiots did not come within a bulls roar.

Young Anthony was barely 18 when he happened upon the washerwomen at the back of the scullery of the family mansion at Beechwood. He had been at an all boys school until then and the charms of females had yet to be visited upon him. Now there were three of them dressed down to their chemises vigorously churning up the waters of the wash tubs full of bed linen. The one in the middle displayed an awesome cleavage as she bent forward and the two either side weren't far behind. Sweat gleamed on their foreheads and on the upper slopes of their big creamy breasts. He stood transfixed watching the rolling play of their titties within their chemises and the steadily emerging darkness of their nipples as water splashed from the tub onto their chests. His untried cock rose to the sight, a sight that would transfix him for ever.

The elder of the three spotted him and nudged her companions. "Look, there's young master Tony and look at the size of the bulge he's sporting!" After some giggling and a bit of banter, he had ended up on his back in the nearby wash room and all three had ridden him to exhaustion, making sure to slap his head with their meaty breasts.

He had never looked back. He only looked at their fronts. Titties, glorious titties. The fact that he had more than sufficient in the cock department made it highly sensual to him and eminently satisfactory to his partners in lust. Over the ensuing years until he reached his majority, he only had to appear somewhere there were women and they would be inveigling him into the bushes, the scullery, the milk barn or any other place they could drag him to achieve their lustful aims – a rollicking humping to more than mutual satisfaction. If they were flat chested or lacking in sufficient personality to enable full cocking, they were told in no uncertain terms to not try again. During those years from 18 to 22 he was taught the full gamut of sexual games, and he became a master.

His father died. His older sister had married several years before to the Earl of Dunsmore who owned adjoining properties and had bore him two children in a very short time even if the Earl was some 24 years older than her. His mother, magnificently breasted, had retreated into the gloom of widowhood and had not stood in his way while he arranged staffing to his satisfaction.

Now he stood surveying the motley crowd in front of him, looking for his prey. He was a predator, not of the young and stupid, but of the more mature and hungry. He straightened up as he noticed one of his mother's old friends, Lady Eliza Montgomery wending her way through crowd towards him. She was in her forties and her hair was done in the latest swept up style. Moulded to her rotund figure was a dress of yellow satin, cut low, very low to reveal almost all of her impressive cleavage. His cock stirred. Nestling in the top of her cleavage was an emerald the size of a small hen egg. She stopped in front of him and daintily offered her hand. He bent over to kiss the huge emerald ring on her pudgy fingers while deliberately and slowly inspecting her bulging breasts. They were pushed tightly together by the confines of the dress and covered with a tracery of blue veins.

He raised his lips and his eyes and smiled darkly at her. "Lady Eliza, how wonderful to see you again. It's been some years but you're still as youthful as ever." A blatant lie as her face clearly showed her aging. However, her remarkable breasts were smooth and glossy and only one line of wrinkle decorated the tops of each where they had been pushed up by the dress.

"Oh la, Lord Anthony, you do go on. How is your dear mother? Is she over the death of her beloved husband?"

"She is tolerable although still in mourning."

"And you, dear boy, you have grown up." She stood back and looked him up and down. Entirely in black except for his snowy white shirt, she licked her lips at the sight of what looked like a large sausage draped down the inside of one leg. She thought she saw it twitch and sighed.

"I must visit her soon as it has been years since I last went to Beechwood. My own husband is with the Foreign Office and is in some hell hole in Africa. Although, I don't miss the old curmudgeon at all." She giggled and fluttered her eyelashes at him thoroughly impressed by the young god-like man in front of her. She felt a rush of moisture dew her love lips and sighed again.

Tony understood at once. "Lady Eliza, why don't we get out of this crush and find somewhere more private to reminisce over old times?"

"An excellent idea, Lord Anthony. My daughter has her dance card full and will not leave the floor until she faints. That's her in the blue." Her daughter swirled by and her form suggested she had inherited her mothers bounteous curves.

Tony escorted Lady Montgomery up some stairs until he found a vacant sitting room. He ushered her in and surreptitiously locked the door behind them. He turned and faced her noting that her face and upper chest had become flushed.

"You look hot, my dear. Let me assist you by loosening some of your clothes."

He moved over and guided her to an over stuffed chair and reaching behind her, undid several hooks. Without pausing, he pulled the sleeves down her arms and her melon-like breasts leapt quivering into the cool of the evening. She gasped but did nothing about pulling her dress back up.

"My lord, what are you about?" she gasped.

"My dear lady, I've been mesmerised by your magnificent chest since I was a pup. I know you won't deny me the pleasure of making the acquaintance of your marvellous breasts now. What a magnificent set of baby feeders you have, my dear. Such lovely large rubbery nipples." Tony was entranced by the still firm fleshy udders he was fondling with great enjoyment. "Undo the buttons of my flap dear woman and see what you have done to me."

With no hesitation, Lady Montgomery reached out and undid the two buttons holding the flap of his breeches. As it dropped, his purple headed prick burst forth like the snout of a hunting dog. It arrowed out of the dark curly nest of his public hair at 45 degrees with a pronounced up curve at the end, large, majestic – a true champion of the breed. Already the eye was dripping with lust.

"In your mouth dear lady while I continue to play with your glorious tits."

Eliza had almost drooled at the sight of his priapic prick and hungrily swooped upon it eager to obey him. He continued to roll her big soft breasts as she proved herself an exponent of the art of cocksucking. He eased back and holding her breasts apart, slid his rigid prick between them oiled by her copious slobbering and commenced fucking between her flashy orbs. Her hands reached up and aided him by holding their luscious warmth around him. Within minutes, he extracted his pulsing cock and directed shot after shot of boiling creamy spunk all over her milky white tits ensuring that each large nipple received a hot anointing.

"My lord, such a libation!! I must say I cannot remember my titties ever receiving such a tribute."

"Now that I'm rid of my excess, 'tis time to give you a night to remember. Stand up and turn around. Now, hold on to the arms of the chair while I give you a back scuttle."

Whimpering, the older lady did as she was told and gripped the arms of the chair tightly as she felt the hem of her dress hit the back of her neck and cool air play across her buttocks.

"A fine big arse, madam. Why, my fingers tell me your gash is drooling and very hot. I have just the very thing to put that fire out." While her age showed in her somewhat raddled thighs, the plump hairy glistening cunt lips were all that he was interested in. Her juices were evident on the inner slopes of her upper thighs. Tony gripped his rock hard penis and ran the empurpled head up and down her slippery gash and, having notched it, gripped her wide hips in the age old way and rammed himself home. His sensitive glans crashed against her cervix causing Eliza's knees to tremble and her cunny to bathe his cock with her first climax.

"My lord, ooh my lord. I've had many a prick up me but none has reached that far. Fuck me dear boy, fuck me. Slow, slow, fast, fast, hard, harder. Hold my tits and pinch my nipples. My god you're a wonderful fucker. Ooooohhhh, I've come again. Start again lad. Slow, slow, fast, fast, hard, haaaaaaaaarrrrrrrddddddd!!!!! My god you've done for me again!!!!"

While not the tightest cunt Tony had experienced, he was nevertheless enjoying himself immensely as he ploughed the Lady Montgomery, the lady of his youthful lust. Gripping her overflowing titties and pinching her big dark nipples cruelly, he rode the woman hard until his bollocks tightened and he shot another copious load deep into her grasping socket. That brought on an altogether enormous orgasm that had her falling forward onto the chair, her knees giving way. His still spouting prick was pulled suddenly from her spasming cunt with a loud pop and he drenched her enormous white buttocks with several streamers of hot spunk. The room smelt of sex. Tony reached down and found her abandoned reticule and extracted a small handkerchief drenched in some sort of unsubtle perfume and proceeded to clean his prick of their combined juices. Lady Eliza was still slumped forward, breathing heavily as Tony wedged the inadequate and now saturated piece of cloth between the cheeks of reddened arse.

"There you go, my dear, something to wipe up all my juice."

She whimpered as she heard the door unlock, open and close behind and hoped fervently that nobody had been in the hallway to observe her slumped over a chair looking like a just serviced mare. She shuddered and another mini climax rippled through her as she relived the absolute reaming she had just received from a lad the same age as her daughter.

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Tony arrived at his Mayfair mansion having secured a number of invitations to certain ladies soirees. Johnston, his impeccable if poncy butler was waiting up for him and took his cape and cane.

"A successful night, my lord?" he sneered.

"Absolutely, you old tosser. You really must stop looking down your nose at me or I'll have you replaced with something more appreciative. A really big mare with tits out as far as she can reach and thighs that could crack walnuts. What do you say?"

"Oh my lord, how distinctly unpleasant. I shudder, I simply shudder at the thought!"

"You would, you old tosser. Now, who's the duty bed warmer tonight?" said Tony heading for the stairs.

"Abigail, the downstairs maid, my lord. I'm sure she will assist you to a peaceful night's sleep," Johnston sniffed as he turned and headed to his room where the slim, svelte figure of the boot boy awaited him.

Tony bounded up the stairs. Abigail! Wonderful! She'd only just weaned one of the children he had sired from her and that meant a warm milk drink for bed and his cookies sucked from him and...

A Wedding on Long Island

Javvet on Sex Stories

 

 

 

 

                                  A Wedding on Long Island

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A week of work and more work had taken its toll. Ron was exhausted and he and his wife Catherine were on their way to a wedding.  It was a cousin of Catherine and she couldn’t wait to get a way.  The flight was uneventful, and after getting their rental car they were off to her cousin’s house.

 

Ron was going to take a nap when they got there. It was almost noon, and unseasonably warm for late September.  They found the house easily enough, and Catherine went in to say Hi to everyone while Ron unloaded their suitcases.  He carried them inside, but still did not see anyone.  He flopped down on the couch to close his eyes.

 

It was only a few minutes before he heard Catherine’s voice.

“Hey, quit sleeping and come out by the pool.  Don’t be rude.  Besides you’ll be glad you did when you do.  The guys are all golfing, and the girls are having a pool party.”

 

“Just let me sleep for awhile” Ron begged.

“I think you’ll wish you didn’t” Catherine laughed.

“This should be good” he thought to himself.  “  Who is here?”  he asked.

“Just the bridal party” Catherine answered. “My cousin went to the store.”

As he walked through the back doorway toward the pool, his jaw dropped to the deck when he stepped out.  Expecting to see a group of 50 year old women sitting around in their ruffled one-piece suits, he got a little different welcome than he expected.

 

“Surprise” the girls shouted, all at once.

It was really quite a sight.  It was probably largest collection of huge tits that he had ever seen in one place.  And these were not just big tits.  These were HUGE tits, and they were popped out bathing suits that were never designed to retain them.

“God Bless America!” he laughed.

“Are you guys coming in?” Kristin asked

“No” Catherine answered,  “Ron’s kind of tired and I could use a quick nap while its’ still wuiet around here.”

“Forget that, I can get a nap later” Ray responded.  “Let me go get my suit”

“Don’t bother” Jill giggled “Ray won’t be back for hours,  besides we’re all family.”

Ron’s glance at Catherine told him that he was already in trouble,  What the hell, I might as well be in trouble for something worth getting in trouble for, he thought to himself.

“Why don’t you get some sleep and rest up for tonight?” Ron asked her.  “I’ll just sit by the pool and get to know your future cousin and her friends.”

“Fine you have a good time, I’m sure you’ll have a great time”  and Catherine pulled away from him, walking back into the house. “I’m taking a nap”  As she went inside and upstairs, she wondered what her lover was up to.  Her imagination was going wild,  and she couldn’t sleep.

 

Ron spent the next hour in a fantasy tagteam.  Servicing all 4 girls, one at a time, while the other 3 watched.  A bachelorette party that Jill would never forget.  One after another.  Doggy style, pony rides, missionary, and Ron’s favorite, 69.

Catherine couldn’t sleep, she got up and parted the drapes, only slightly. As the voyeur in her had gotten the best of her.  She watched from the bedroom window, partly in anger, partly in curiosity, she watched as her husband was finished off by her cousin in the shallow end of the pool.

As Ron stumbled into the house, he could hardly move his legs.  This had been an unbelievable afternoon.  Ron-BoyToy he thought.  “I could grow to like this.”  As he crawled upstairs and into the bedroom, he found Catherine asleep on the bed.  Or so he thought.  He dropped his clothes on the floor and climbed into the shower.

 

When Ron got out Catherine was gone.  He could hear everyone downstairs.  He quickly dressed and went downstairs.  Everyone was home from shopping and golf.  The house was full of people he did not know.  He looked for Catherine, but she was nowhere to be found.  Catherine’s cousins spent the rest of the afternoon introducing him to people whose names he quickly forgot. 

“Who is the groom?” Ron asked Catherine’s cousin Annie.

“Ray is around here somewhere” Annie replied.  They spent the next several minutes checking out by the pool and outside the house.  “There’s Jill, let me ask her” “Jill, honey, have you seen that gorgeous groom of yours?  Ron would like to meet him”

“The last I saw him, he and Tony were talking to Catherine” she answered.

“Who’s Tony?” Ron asked.

“He’s the best man.  He and Ray  are best friends. They do everything together.”  Jill answered.  “The last I saw them they were talking about shooting some pool..”

“Do you guys have a pool table?” Ron asked.

“No, but Tony does at his place.  Its just down the street” Annie answered.

“C’mon, I’ll walk down there with you.” Jill said.

It was starting to get dark as they headed down the street.  “That’s his place there” Jill said after they had walked about 5 houses away.  There were no lights on in the house as the walked up the sidewalk. 

“Do you think anyone is here?” ron asked.  “The place looks dark.”

Jill reached for the front door, it was unlocked.  “His pool room is around back, they’re probably out there.”

As they walked through the house, they could see light coming form the room at the end of the hall, and could here sounds, not really talking, but definitely people voices, slightly muffled. 

Ron opened the door, and found his bride with the groom-to-be and his best man.  They were using the pool table, but not in the classic billiards style.  Catherine was startled at first, but when she saw it was Ron, she smiled, and went back to what she  was doing.  “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander” she smiled.

 

Ron and Jill just stood and watched, enjoying the view.  Ron watched as his innocent wife, always shy about being seen by anyone, offered an Oscar winning performance in a 2-on-1 that these boys would never forget.  Ray finished first, pounding her from behind and firing his load all over her as and back, collapsing to his knees.  Tony was not far behind him, a he lay on his back on the billiard table, Catherine slid his rockhard rod in and out of his mouth, faster and faster until she felt the unmistakable pumping of his lean hips.  She grasped his cock at its base, sliding her hand up and down its shaft, faster and faster.  She pushed her lips against its swollen head as the volcano of cum exploded into her mouth and on her face, as Tony screamed.  Screams of pleasure and pain, agony and ecstasy. 

She smiled her evil smile, the one Ron loved.  The one that told her lovers that she had been in control, and that the party was over for them.  “Sorry boys, playtime is over” she said.  “Ray, you've had your bachelor party, this will be your last experience that doesn’t include your wife.  Tony, you’re cute, the weekend isn’t over.  You may come in handy if the old man standing in the door can’t keep up…..”

 

She stood up and walked  over to Ron.  Her incredible body and the act he had just witnessed  was driving him crazy.  She reached up, pulling his head down towards her face, pulling their mouths together and pushing her tongue past his open lips and into his mouth.

This was going to be a very interesting weekend…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

Leah's Wild Sexual Adventures - Chapter 5

ImmortalRomance on Sex Stories

Part Five ::: Leah's Revenge on Travis

It was a couple of weeks after Nikole and Leah's eventful camping trip. Leah was incredibly horny. Because of her little "deal" with Mr. Morton, Leah was doing much better in school. She was screwing her biology teacher on a regular basis now--- and Nikole as well. In fact she spent very little time at her own house; she was always at Nikole's. But Nikole wasn't feeling too well today. She had the flu and was home puking her guts out... and Leah was in search of some action. After leaving the school building, Leah went for a walk down the street. She was thinking of who she might get into bed tonight since Nikole was out of commission.

Suddenly a car pulled up at the curb and a guy wea

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ring sunglasses whistled as he looked at Leah strutting her stuff. The guy then got out of the car very quickly, grabbing Leah and throwing her into the seat next to him. "Fuck you, Travis," Leah snarled as he tossed her down on the bucket seat. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

"I'm going to screw your brains out," he quipped, drooling like a horny idiot.

"The hell you are," said Leah in a bitchy voice. "Not after that stunt you pulled last time. My ass still hurts from your RAPE of it."

Travis grabbed Leah's hand, placing it on his huge boner. "Maybe I wanna rape you again," he said as he made her stroke his cock through his jeans.

"If I have my way, it will be the other way around," Leah laughed, grasping his erection and stroking it in supreme willingness.

A few minutes later, they arrived at Travis and Nikole's parent's residence. Travis practically drug Leah into the house with him, then down the staircase which lead into his basement bedroom. As they entered his room, she noticed several ropes lying beside a chair beside his bed. 'He plans to put me into bondage,' thought Leah. "Ohhh well!!! I have PLANS for him!'

Before he could stop Leah, she pushed Travis down in the chair and quickly tied his hands behind his back. Despite his struggles, she then reached for his blue jeans and boxers and pulled them swiftly down. She tied his feet to the legs of the chair as she gazed at his nude body.

"You better let me go, bitch!" Travis growled. "I'm warning you!"

"You wanted me to fuck you... so that's what I'm going to do!" Leah laughed, teasing him by slowly removing her clothes in a sexy manner. Soon she stood there naked, as his eyes caught upon the trimmed patch of her dark pubic hair.

Leah slowly parted her vaginal lips, showing him her hot, juicy pink snatch. "Look, Travis. This is for you," she said sweetly, getting some of the sugary moisture on her finger and placing it between his lips.

"Fuck!" he groaned, licking the pussy juices off her finger. He then tried to bite her, so she had to smack him.

"You bad, bad boy!" she said, when he was yelling and carrying on like a big baby. She picked up a pair of his dirty boxers from the floor, gagging him with them. She laughed at him as he started making strange noises with the crotch of the boxers in his mouth.

Leah was still laughing when she went upstairs naked, searching thru the refrigerator for a bottle of chilled pink champagne. For some reason, Nikole had an insatiable lust for the stuff. Leah took the cork in hand, pulling it out as she went back down the staircase. "Travis, I'm back," she announced as she plopped herself down on the bed.

Watching Travis, Leah grasped the bottom of the bottle and with a swift thrust, she rammed the neck of it deep into her hot, sticky pussy. "AAAAAAA!!!" she moaned, raising her legs high into the air while thrusting her ass way up off the bed. The tiny bubbles in the bottle of champagne tickled her slick pussy walls causing moans of delight to drift from her throat. Travis watched with growing hunger as Leah began thrusting the big bottle in and out of her tight little crease. Once she came inside of the bottle, she slowly pulled it out with a slurping, sucking sound.

Leah then stood up, staring at Travis's huge erection. She grabbed it in her hand while holding the bottle of champagne in the other. "Ready for your rape?" she asked him. She took the opening of the bottle, brushing it against his thick tip. "You hurt me this bad when you raped my ass!" Leah said in a hateful voice, trying to ram the tip of his cock into the small opening of the bottle. Of course, it was too huge to fit. Travis was wincing in pain, and his cock shriveled up like a deflated balloon. He looked furious as beads of sweat popped out on his brow. Leah poured some of the champagne over the end of Travis's cock, watching the delicate bubbles tickle his now-limp member. She could hear a shriek escape the dirty boxer gag Travis had stuffed in his mouth.

"You have been so bad, Travis. You are so gonna pay for hurting me. You will never hurt another woman again," Leah said, standing up and going upstairs naked once again, to get her revenge arsenal. She came back with a bunch of stuff she planned to use to torture the now frightened Travis.

As he sat captive in the chair, Leah used the following techniques to have Travis begging for mercy in more ways than one ::: nude whippings, extreme cold and heat (ice cubes against his cock & asshole and rubbing hot chocolate pudding on his nuts), electric shock, torture with feathers, shaving off his body hair (his pubic hair, underarm hair, and the hair on his balls), massaging his privates with Ben-Gay, painting a smiley face on the end of his cock, and placing a hot dog bun on his weenie, smothering it with ketchup and mustard, and eating it off. After she had performed these rituals on Travis, he was one sick, exhausted, and confused dude! His male organ was sore and it possessed a painful rash. Leah was about to leave him then, tied to the chair, knowing his parents would be home soon and find him that way, but she had one more wicked idea. "Serves you right," Leah said, as she pushed the chair over, exposing Travis's ass as he fell over on his side. She spread his tight cheeks apart, reaching for her vibrator. She rammed it far up his ass with no lube, thrusting it in and out just as he had ass-raped her. "How does it feel?!" she sneered, watching him writhe upon the floor.

After awhile she stopped, seeing that he wasn't fighting it anymore. He seemed to be enjoying it. "Asshole!" she quipped, smacking his ass. She left him lying there then, the vibrator right beside him and smeared with his ass juices.

"See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!" she said with a grin as she disappeared. She knew she had to get out of there fast, before all hell broke lose. She had decided it was time to go look for some quick and easy sex.

Moonlight and Elize

JillHill on Sex Stories


Isn't it funny how humbly some of those monumental changes in one's life can occur? You know: as the result of a coincidence or chance meeting? This story begins with the discharging of a small debt. Had I discharged it an hour sooner or later, my life certainly would have gone in a much different and entirely unknowable direction.

I was just returning some borrowed photo magazines to Abigail, a former colleague of mine who helped my budding freelance career by sending me some photography work whenever she could. Looking around, I noticed a very attractive young woman out on her patio.

I asked Abby who the girl was, and Abby said, "Come on back and have some iced tea with us, I might as well introduce you since you're here."

She introduced me as Phi

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l Thomsen and introduced the girl to me as Clair Kirkhof, adding that Clair was a painter whose star was rising rapidly.

I discovered that Clair lived with a sister named Elize. Clair had gorgeously wavy auburn hair and long, slender legs. She was so beautiful she was absolutely painful to look at. I took pleasure in her beauty, but it was painful to know that she was not mine, nor, probably, ever would be.

"You and your sister have musical names," I observed.

She explained that they were indeed named after Debussy's Clair de lune and Beethoven's Für Elize.

Suddenly, it looked like a lightbulb had lit up over Abby's head and she asked, "Say, Phil, would you like to see their paintings?"

I ignored her question momentarily, asking, "Oh, so Elize paints as well?"

"Yes, of course," said Clair playfully (and with no hint of disdain).

"I'd love to see your work."

Clair winked at Abby, as though she had done something quite brilliant. Then she turned to me saying, "Well, are you free Saturday evening?"

I fell for the bait. "Sure."

"Great," Clair continued. "Elize and I are having a private showing on Saturday and we need some assistance. Abby was going to help out, but she's come up with a hot date for Saturday and wants to be free to be at his side during the show. I told her I'd let her off the hook if she could find a replacement. It looks like tag, you're it...if you don't mind."

Abby clasped her hands under her chin as if in prayer and pleaded, "Please, Phil?"

Maybe I should've resented being ambushed like that, but I was so taken with Clair that I decided to accept her invitation. Besides, I still owed Abby a favor or two more.

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Saturday finally rolled around, and when I finally found the obscure address Clair had given me I saw that the place she and her sister shared was a loft over an empty warehouse. I could also see that it had skylights and tall windows all the way around.

I knocked hard. When no one answered, I knocked harder still. At last, I heard metallic-sounding footsteps approaching me from inside, the door opened, and there she stood.

"I'm sorry I'm late," I said, "but I had a hard time finding you."

Instead of stepping aside to let me pass, she looked at me blankly, saying, "Look, this is a private gathering. No crashers."

I was more than a little shocked. I said, "I'm Phil, remember? Phil Thomsen? We met Thursday at Abby's. You invited me to come over and help you out tonight—and see some of your paintings."

After this explanation, she blushed deeply. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Phil. We've had some pretty brazen crashers in the past...and by the way, I'm Elize, not Clair."

My jaw dropped. "Twins! I didn't know."

"Tonight, Clair's in red and I'm in green, just to make it easy on everyone. Anyway, come on in, because we really do need some help in the kitchen. We need to be out there selling paintings, not pouring drinks and refilling snack bowls."

"Just lead the way," I said. We walked up metal stairs and into a huge room with brick walls that had been painted burnt sienna. At least forty people were standing around looking at twelve or fifteen large erotic paintings.

Elize explained under her breath, "The people here are mainly established or potential clients, plus a few friends from the press and the art community. The customers are a pretty strange crew, and our friends are even weirder, as you'll see. Anyway, they'll all be gone by 10 or so, and afterward, the three of us can get better acquainted." "Sounds great," I said.

Clair had arrived at my side and had overheard all this, so she told Elize, "I'll take Phil to the kitchen. You talk to Mr. Chalmers for a while; I've had enough of the old fart. Let him grab your tits for a while."

After patiently showing me what to do, Clair left me on my own, and for the next three hours, I served drinks, refilled snack bowls and trays, and picked up discarded glasses, plates, forks, and napkins.

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Later on, with all the guests gone, the dishes picked up, the spills wiped, and the whole place swept and vacuumed, the three of us were sprawled on the couch drinking the dregs of the wine in the several remaining open bottles of French Vouvray, Italion Pinot Grigio and Aussie Shiraz.

We talked about art and photography for several hours and I grew to like and respect the twins immensely. And I mean both of them, since they were literally like peas in a pod, physically and mentally. They were both smart and erudite and had great taste in photography and all of the arts.

Despite their obvious talent, the girls were refreshingly free of the artistic egoism I'd found in past encounters with painters, who seem to place photography on a lower rung. Funny, since painting is not nearly as lively and widely enjoyed as it once was. It's now enjoyed and appreciated mainly by painters, critics, and investors, and to the public at large, it's a yawn. Which was a shame in their case, since their work walked a tightrope between art erotica and art porn that I found very enjoyable and stimulating. At the same time, they enjoyed what they were doing and the success they were beginning to enjoy wasn't spoiling them a bit.

I gradually sensed that, despite the erotic subject matter of their paintings, they were not widely experienced sexually. Not that they were virgins—they clearly weren't—but most of their knowledge of sex seemed to come from art and literature, not the bedroom.

Finally, it was very late and, because of the wine, I could hardly stay awake, even with the discussion firmly centered, as it was, on sex.

I got up and said, "Well, I gotta go." But when I stood up, I discovered that someone had put the whole world on a bit of a slant (though at least the room wasn't spinning as it would have done in my college days).

Clair said, "Phil, you clearly can't drive in this condition, but we're in no condition to take you home, either. Unless you want to take a taxi, maybe you should just spend the night and have breakfast with us."

"I really couldn't impose on you," I said, trying to sound perfectly sincere, which I assure you, I was not.

"Oh, come on," they said in unison, and I made a big show of giving in only grudgingly.

Clair showed me to the bathroom off the kitchen, where she gave me a fresh towel and some baking soda to brush my teeth with, which I did using my index finger. Before I started my own shower water, I heard a shower running elsewhere in the huge apartment.

After I was clean and dried off, I put my trousers back on, stepped out of the bathroom, and yelled, "Should I just grab the couch in the living room, or do you have a guest bed?"

After a momentary delay, from the other end of the apartment I heard one of them yell, "Come on in here."

When I found Clair and Elize, they were sitting in a very large bed, their hair wrapped in towels. It was obvious where I was expected to go: between them. And this is exactly where I went.

At first we just talked and chuckled nervously, but soon I felt their hands on my thighs. I turned to Elize and said, "Excuse me for a moment." With this, I turned to Clair, the sister I knew best, and kissed her. At first just a peck, but then her mouth opened to my insistent tongue.

Soon we were kissing and groping intently, and I did play a little trick on them then, which I never told them about: Whenever I kissed Clair that night, I gave her a little horizontal tongue wiggle as a kind of greeting, and as time went by, she would do this unconsciously whenever our tongues met. With Elize, I did a curly vertical wiggle. From that point onward, I could tell them apart in bed by kissing them. And this happened every time we kissed, even if the kiss was a little peck on the lips. Always a tongue wiggle.

Sometimes they'd tease me by taking each other's identity, and I always played dumb so as not to give my secret away. They would even joke about my tongue wiggle, but they never compared notes, so as far as they knew, I did it the same way for each of them.

I didn't notice the rustling next to me, but I did notice it when Elize's hand gripped my cock. I continued kissing Clair, but I stopped kissing and gasped slowly at the feeling of Elize's tongue on my belly and thighs as she slowly pulled on my cock.

I started kissing Clair even harder, rolling and pinching her nipples between my thumb and first finger. This time, she was the one who gasped.

It was at about this point that Elize's tongue found my cock, licking up and down it like a lollypop, and diddling the loose skin under its head.

Clair, meanwhile, was in an agony of pleasure, saying, "Oh, God! This feels soooo good."

Given this encouragement, I let go of her nipples and started rubbing her thighs, which she parted for me, offering up her damp little pussy to be caressed and penetrated by my fingers.

Now, we kissed more deeply than ever, and I was tremendously aroused. So when Elize finally took my cock full into her mouth and began sucking and bobbing up and down on it, I almost came and had to tell her to go easy for now.

After a minute or two, I declared, "I want to eat some pussy, but I don't know who to start with. Besides, I might get whiplash going back and forth between you."

Clair whispered in Elize's ear and they said, "We have a solution." With this, Clair laid on her back and signalled to Elize, who laid herself down on Clair, so that their pussies were stacked.

I got on my belly between their legs. The perfume of their sweet little vaginas was almost overwhelming. Both girls were obviously as wet as could be, with little droplets of dew on the beautiful pink and brown folds of their inner labia.

The first thing I did was perhaps rather piggish, but they loved it anyway: I rubbed my face on their vulvas, getting their pussy dew all over my face and in my beard. Then I took Elize's clit in my mouth and slowly but deliberately returned the favor she'd shown my cock. I noticed that Clair was holding her sister in a tight embrace, rubbing Elize's breasts and pinching her nipples. They tongue kissed intermittently. Obviously, they had had sex with each other. How kinky is that?

I brought Elize almost to orgasm, then worked on Clair, whose pussy was so damp by now from her own juices and those that had dripped down from above, that a wet spot had appeared on the sheet under her butt. Then, I brought Clair to the verge of orgasm.

This brinksmanship went on for better than a half hour, when Clair said, "I want to be fucked!" "Yes, fuck us!" chimed in Elize with equal enthusiasm.

So, they separated, and after a little eeny-meeny-miney-moe, I got on top of Clair. I can't tell you how beautiful she was, how tender and trusting the expression on her face. She liked me a lot...and so did her sister!

I fucked her for maybe fifteen minutes before bringing her to climax, which I did as much by talking romantically as by anything else. I'd been saving myself, of course, because I wanted to fuck Elize, too, and by this time I wanted an orgasm so badly I fairly ached.

So, I got on top of Elize and started in on her. She'd been masturbating while watching Clair and me, so she was ripe for orgasm, too. Still, I dragged it out for a good ten minutes, savoring her beauty, marveling in the same tenderness I'd found in Clair's eyes.

At last I scooped Elize's legs up in my arms so that her knees were pressed against her shoulders. This extreme position obviously thrilled her, and it was no problem at all to give her a big, long series of powerful orgasms.

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At breakfast the next morning (which was actually served at about 1 p.m.), Clair told me how they got started in painting.

She said, "We started painting at our high school in Eugene. We both got a painting scholarship to (a well-known art school in NYC), but we dropped out after two years and moved back to Oregon. We couldn't stand big city life.

"After that, we got in touch with a writer friend of ours named Zazie. She already had some contacts here in Portland, and, after a couple iffy months, our work started to sell. Now, Zazie and her husband live in a cabin on a gorgeous lake near Zigzag. Okay, Phil, that's our story; what's yours?"

I explained that I'd been freelancing for a couple years after working for several years in the agency Abbigail worked at, and that mostly I did commercial shots for ad agencies and the occasional model portfolio.

"It sounds to me like you still haven't done what you really want, though," said Elize.

I admitted that ultimately I wanted to do figure and fashion photography, but that right now, it was the big gap in my portfolio. Like most artists, I did what I had to do to survive.

Clair said, "We've done some figure and fashion photography. Would you like to see?"

I said yes, and Clair ran off, coming back with a small portfolio. It was full of very good nudes and fashion studies. I asked, "Which of you is the model?"

"We take turns modeling and shooting," said Clair. I should have guessed: They were twins all the way.

Elize looked at my expression and said, with an impish smile, "You'd like to shoot us, wouldn't you? You'd like to take pictures of us."

"Sure I would." I hadn't said anything, though, having learned long ago never to ask your lover to pose for anything you might want to show. Most women delight in posing for their man, but few women are keen on the photographs getting into circulation. I certainly would never turn down an opportunity to shoot these two, though, especially if they were going to make a free-will offer. Besides, as pro models, they would have no objection to my photos being used to further my own career. All it could do was drum up business for them as well, so both sides would benefit. They looked at each other and, without saying a word, agreed in unison to pose.

We decided to do it later that same afternoon.

I went out and bought lots of film and spare batteries for my flash unit. Then, I went home and collected the camera, tripod, lights, and the rest of my gear.

When I returned, one of them greeted me at the door. "We've been busy," she said. When I kissed her, I knew she was Elize.

Going upstairs, I saw what she meant. The living room was full of chairs, couches, various props, and cloth swatches of many different sorts.

They were great models, of course. Absolutely uninhibited, they would assume any position without question. They knew no modesty, though I really didn't take full advantage of it. They trusted me, and I had no interest in violating that trust. I was interested in capturing eroticism not raunch, and I knew that if they liked the result, they would surely pose again. I also avoided shooting their faces, since I was primarily interested in the play of light and shadow on their incredible bodies.

Besides, I knew by then that I was falling in love with them both, and I didn't want to do anything that would cost me their trust.

At 5 p.m., after three hours of shooting, we were all dead tired and I called a break.

"We haven't discussed payment, yet," I said, suddenly feeling very unprofessional about the whole thing. Some "photographer" I was!

"Why don't you just take us out to dinner?" said Clair, "We don't want any money, do we Elize?" Elize agreed.

By the time we got back to their place, we'd had a Lebanese dinner and visited three nightclubs. It was well past midnight, and we were pretty well smashed.

"Do you have any film left?" Elize asked.

"Yep," I said.

"Want to shoot something in the bedroom, then?"

I told her that it sounded like a great idea.

After I adjusted the lighting and set up some props, Elize said, "My turn to shoot."

I was a little hesitant at first. I was the photographer, not a model, but then I realized how selfish that was, considering what they'd done and the fact that they were both photographers as well. "Just remember," I said, "no face shots. I haven't shot yours."

"As if people won't be able to figure out which twins are posing in the nude for you," Elize said snidely. "But don't worry, we'll protect your anonymity."

This time, Clair and I posed together—faking all kinds of sexual activities. And when Elize had had her fill behind the camera, Clair became the photographer.

But Clair had an idea. "Let's do some porn. High quality porn with good composition and lighting, but still plenty raunchy."

So, the next thing I knew, I had my clothes back on, only my cock was sticking out of my pants with Elize sucking away on it.

When Clair took over behind the camera, Elize put on a black garterbelt and stockings outfit, and Clair had her lay down on a couch, as pretty as could be except that her legs were spread quite wide. She then had me eat pussy for a number of shots. Then Clair had Elize bend over a table, and asked me, still fully clothed, to fuck her from the back which, only for the sake of art, of course, I was quite happy to do.

After perhaps an hour of this, Elize asked me if I was having fun. I admitted that standing around with an erection for over an hour while holding my orgasm back, had given me a tremendous ache in the loins.

She looked at Clair and said, "Poor baby! Well, let me shoot while Clair finishes you off." They huddled. Apparently they were planning something really nice.

Clair went away and when she came back, she had a wrist full of all kinds of bracelets: cloisonne, pearls, gold chain, you name it. She also had a small plastic bottle of personal lubricant, and she lubed up my cock as Elize took the camera off its tripod. Obviously, she wanted a close-up.

The next thing I knew, Clair's hand was moving up and down slowly on my cock, which she had in a tight grip. It felt wonderful, and the rattle and swish of all those bracelets made it all the better.

Eventually started going a bit faster and harder, according to my instructions. I told her just what to do to make it really good for me, and before long I could feel those changes going on inside that only a man can feel...changes telling him that his release is on the way.

It started with a little squirt of mostly-clear fluid, but I finally shot some cum about a foot up into the air and I heard the shutter click, and when it landed, it landed perfectly on Clair's now slowly-moving fist, dripping down like white candle wax over her fingers and rings. A glob or two hung off her bracelets as well.

"Fine," said Elize. "That'll be a great shot. Just you watch."

* * *

I stayed again that night, and in the morning, the three of us made wild monkey love. After breakfast we all drove over to my place to develop the pictures, and after I made contact sheets, I said, "You know, there are a lot of really great photos here. I just wish there was a place to show them."

Clair said, "You know, there's an erotic art exhibition in two months that Elize and I will be entering. I think you still have time to enter. I have all the info at home, if you want it."

"Enter your photos, too," I said. "Some of the best ones are yours."

They entered their paintings and we all entered photos in the show. One of my photos and one of theirs (the hand job) got accepted. So were a couple of their paintings. My entry took second in the photography category and the hand job took third. One of their paintings was not only "Best Painting," but garnered the "Best in Show" title, too. Overall, it was quite a success for all of us.

Now, Portland is a weird city, conservative in many regards, and yet it has more nudie bars per capita than any other city in the U.S. How would our work be received? Our photos were easily the most notorious in a show that was intended to be outrageous. Well, my business picked up dramatically and I was in heavy demand from the local agents and independent models for lingerie shots, especially whenever garter belts and so forth were involved. And the twins were now supplementing their painting income with occasional photography jobs and modeling assignments as well.

We were all doing well.

It was about this time that they asked me if I'd like to move in with them, and of course I did. And we lived happily forever after.

...Don't I wish.

* * *

One night we were sprawled on the couch, the three of us, one on each side of me. We had rented a romantic movie and were ready to have a movie and popcorn followed by a pretty serious fuckfest. I got up to make the popcorn, but couldn't find any.

Clair made a guilty face and said, "I used up the last of it the other night."

Elize scowled. "And you forgot to put it on the shopping list, I suppose."

Clair shrugged sheepishly saying, "I'm sorry. It's my fault, so I'll walk to the store and get some more."

"I'll go with you," I said. It was well after dark and I didn't really like the idea of my honey going out on her own.

"Don't be silly. It's only four blocks. I'm not a child."

I was worried about her, but I also knew that I was beginning to seem a bit paternalistic. So, despite my concern for her, I had to stay. Still, I couldn't resist walking her to the door and saying, "Please be careful; I love you."

In retrospect, I certainly wish I'd insisted on going with her. While the neighborhood was not notoriously "bad," a girl out after dark is always a potential victim.

"I love you, too," she said. Then she was gone.

Elize and I watched network TV for awhile, saving the movie for Clair. As time passed, we both got progressively more nervous, until, after thirty minutes or so, I finally said, "It doesn't take a half hour to walk to the store and come back."

"I know," said Elize. "Let's go out and look."

"No," I said, "I'll look. You stay here so someone'll be here if she comes back." Elize agreed to this. But this time, it was she who pleaded with me to be careful.

Soon I was downstairs and on my way to the store. I quickly came to the place where you have to decide whether to go the long, well-lit way or take the short-cut through a field.

Something told me that Clair, wanting to hurry, had unwisely taken the shortcut, so I walked out into the field, hoping with all my heart that Clair had not been so foolish.

When I got to the middle of the field, I looked around, soon realizing that an attacker would have taken her to the darkest, most hidden part of the field. Looking around quickly, I determined that that was a clump of bushes about fifteen or twenty feet away.

Walking around to the far side of the bushes, I saw her at once, lying on her back and naked from the waist down, her legs splayed like a Hustler centerfold. Her lovely, pleasure-giving cunt— which she had pledged to me alone—was exposed to the cold night air like a broken melon. Her throat gleamed with even in the dark I knew to be blood from its rusty smell.

I dropped to my knees, listened for breath, felt her wrist and neck for a heartbeat. Finding none, it sank in that she, my lover, was almost certainly dead. This fact overwhelmed me, and I lost my dinner in the dirt before screaming and crying.

A passerby ran over to see what was up and upon reaching the scene, called 911.

* * *

When the paramedics and police arrived, they confirmed the worst.

The next week was hell, what with grieving, funeral arrangements, and visits from friends and distant relatives (Clair and Elize's parents were both gone—in a twisted way, the one bright side to the whole thing).

Elize and I faltered at re-establishing our intimacy, so to spare us both pain, I think, she accepted an invitation to stay indefinitely with her old friend Zazie in Zigzag on the slopes of Mount Hood.

During those days, I became a workaholic since I had to pay the rent by myself and just to have something other than my grief on my mind. That took care of the days and the evenings, but the nights were very hard: I desperately missed both of the girls.

I wrote Elize at the address she'd left me, just telling her how I was doing and how much I missed her, but she never replied.

I tried to reestablish a social life, dating Abby off and on for a while. I'm sure she went out with me largely because she cared for me as a friend, pitied me, and wanted to help. But I was poor company; I inevitably turned our conversation to Clair and Elize.

I invited her to bed with me once—and she really tried hard to give in to me that night—but after five minutes of faltering, exploratory kisses and caresses, she said, "I'm sorry. I get the feeling neither of us is really into this," and then she left me alone. She was correct: It didn't feel right. And that brought home to me what I knew in my heart: I was still in love with Elize and really needed to get her back into my life.

* * *

About four months after the incident, I got a call from Zazie, who said that Elize needed my help and asked me to come out to the cabin as soon as possible. She mentioned some kind of problem.

I argued that I'd written Elize several letters, to which she hadn't replied.

"It's not her fault," said Zazie. "She'll come around, but I think she needs your help and support first."

"What's the problem, anyway?"

"She behaves very strangely sometimes."

"What do you mean?"

She wouldn't tell me, saying, "Please, just come on out here to the cabin and spend some time with her. I don't want to talk about it over the phone."

Of course, I had no choice but to say yes.

* * *

I got an early start and arrived at Zazie's cabin about 10 a.m. It was substantially larger than I'd expected, based on the word "cabin." It was a rustic pioneer-style log house with a good twelve or fifteen rooms.

I knocked at the screen door. Zazie turned out to be a lovely young woman roughly Elize's age holding a baby. Inviting me in she said, "Excuse the mess, but my husband's in San Francisco on business, and I don't have as much help with Jenny as usual." The implication, I suppose, was that Elize wasn't being much help. Zazie didn't say this in an accusatory manner, but just stated it factually.

I asked, "Where is she?"

She gave me a worried grin. "Out on the pier getting some sun. But, look, I want to talk to you before you go out to her."

This reminded me of the mysterious strange behavior hinted at on the phone. "Oh yeah, what's wrong with her, anyway?"

"Sometimes she seems to think—I don't expect you to believe this until it happens to you..."

"She thinks what?"

It was obviously hard for her to say, but at last she got it out: "Sometimes she seems to think she's Clair."

"That's preposterous."

"I know. That's how I felt at first. I thought she was putting me on, but whenever I tried to talk with her about it, she pretended not to remember. Unless, of course, she actually didn't remember."

I asked, "Could it be that she's developed a split personality as a way of attempting to preserve Clair's memory?"

Zazie said, "Well, the idea that she's going crazy has occurred to me. That's why I called you. But I've been reading about multiple personality disorders, and I don't think that's her problem. Multiple personality usually involves the invention of purely fictional personalities. So, I don't know what the problem is, and I'm confused."

Her eyes were filling with tears, and I suddenly realized not only how much Elize meant to her, but how real the problem was. I put an arm around Zazie's shoulder and said, "Let me see her. I'll take care of her from now on, if she'll come home with me. It may be time for her to try to get back in the swing of things."

Zazie agreed but said, "Now, understand that the Clair personality doesn't come out all the time. She's only done it three times around me. And, as I said, she won't remember it after it happens, though she clearly realizes she's lost some time. It's like a blackout after the Clair personality comes out."

Zazie got up and led me out the back door onto the deck, pointing to a lake. There, with a vista of Mt. Hood that took my breath away as a backdrop, Elize was laying on her tummy at the end of the pier catching some rays.

I walked to the lake and out onto the pier. I can't describe the feelings welling up inside me as I walked up to her. Her beautiful body, as lithe and sexy as ever, was not what I saw. No, I saw my best friend, and I was feeling the dreadful distance that had grown up between us.

Halfway down the pier, Elize heard me coming. She sat up and looked around as if looking for an escape route, but then hesitated, unsure what to do. "Hi, Phil," she said as she stood up, biting a fingernail. "I didn't know you were coming."

When I got to her, I gave her a good, strong hug, saying, "It's a surprise." Then I added, "You know, I've missed you so much."

She said, "I'm sorry, Phil. I've had no desire for sex..."

"I meant I was lonely, Elize. I don't want sex with you just yet, either, especially if you don't want it. You're a friend and companion. I can't enjoy life apart from you."

Elize relaxed somewhat, saying, "I know, Phil. Excuse me for acting this way. This whole thing has had me way off balance."

I said, "Come home with me, Elize."

"I don't know, I'll think about it."

"I'm going back tonight."

"I'll let you know tonight, then."

After this, Elize showed me all around the grounds. We walked for several hours on some of the hiking trails, and while the ice was clearly melting, it was melting slowly.

At one point, we were high above the lake on a promontory, the warm air blowing across the lake and into our faces. I noticed an island below and asked Elize about it. "It's beautiful, Phil. From the break in the treetops you can see there's a clearing in the middle, but what you can't see is that the clearing is full of Indian Paintbrush, and lots of other wildflowers whose names I don't know."

"I wish we could go out there and see it."

"I'll take you," she said. "We'll borrow Zazie's canoe."

After returning and having lunch, we asked for the canoe, which Zazie graciously loaned us for the afternoon.

The water was almost crystal clear and looked good enough to drink. On several occasions, I saw fish darting in the dark blue-green depths.

As cold as the water was, the air was quite warm by the time we arrived at the island, and the sun was beating down oppressively. I think we welcomed the opportunity to beach our boat and walk into the shady forest.

It took only five minutes to arrive at the meadow, and Elize was right...it was like a dream. Multicolored wildflowers, green moss, and lichens of various hues strewn among rocks and grassy patches. But most pervasively of all—as she'd said—was Indian Paintbrush, obviously at the peak of its brief season.

We laid a blanket on a flat rock in the shade at the margin of the meadow and talked. At first, I guess you'd have to call it "small talk." But we both began to let our guards down and talk about all the hurt we'd been going through. It was therapeutic for both of us.

Elize—who'd never known anything other than being part of a matched pair of sisters who loved each other so much that it bordered on incest—was now just another pretty girl. Something very special about her was no longer true. Half of her was gone.

"You still have me," I assured her. "We're still a pair...if you want me."

There followed a long silence, after which Elize pushed me down and scooted over, pushing her back against my chest in the classic spoon position, which allowed me to embrace her with her head laying on my upper arm as a pillow.

And that was the way we spent the afternoon: just lounging around in that heavenly clearing, remembering Clair, comforting each other.

We both had a couple good cries.

After dinner, with Zazie and her baby, we hiked another trail to a hot spring where Elize and I lounged, nude, in water that was almost too hot to bear while Zazie bounced her baby on her knee in the slowly cooling evening air, regaling us with stories that helped by keeping clear of any mention of Clair.

By the time we got back to the cabin, darkness was almost upon us, and I was becoming aware of a full moon rising in the southern sky.

"You two go out and sit on the pier," Zazie said, adding, "With the moon full, the mountain will be gorgeous. You'll be alone: Jenny and I have to go to bed."

"I was going to go..." I started to say.

"He can spend the night, can't he?" Elize asked her friend.

Zazie smiled, saying "Of course he can. Do you want me to ready a bedroom for him?" Sometimes you don't really ask the question you want the answer to.

For the first time since I arrived, Elize laughed, saying, "Don't bother. We're used to sleeping together."

Zazie tried, but it was hard not to notice her joy at the upward turn in Elize's spirits.

So, Elize and I gathered up some blankets and after accepting a bottle of wine from Zazie, we strolled out onto the pier. We took off our shoes and tried dangling our feet in the water. It was so cold, though, that it became a game to see how long we could stand it.

As time went by and the twilight faded into night, I could see what Zazie had meant. The moon positively illuminated the mountain, putting a slowly-shimmering, unearthly reflection into the lake water. I had been to Mexico, Europe and Canada—and just about everywhere in the United States, too—and I'd never seen a more beautiful sight.

It was a special moment, and I was sharing it with Elize.

Elize was obviously happy. She said she was getting cold and asked me to put my arm around her, which I did. For quite a while we just sat and talked some more. This time, though, we talked about us, our future, our plans. Clair's name didn't come up once.

Then we were silent again for quite a while. It was a very comfortable silence for both of us, I think. We were feeling close again. Emotionally, we'd bridged the gulf.

Finally, Elize broke the silence, saying, "I want to make love."

"Here? Now?"

She didn't answer, just pushed me down and said, "Let me take the lead."

I sensed she needed to feel in control, to feel she could modulate the speed and stop or back out at any time.

For the longest time, she just stroked my hair and cheeks, her fingers shaking.

"Take your time," I said, "we have all night."

Then she just laid her head on my chest for a while. I really didn't care whether we had sex. It had been so long since she'd held me, it was so good just to feel her body against mine, to once again know human warmth.

At last, she got up on one elbow and drew herself slowly to me, putting her lips against mine. We kissed dryly at first, just pecking at each other's lips. But slowly, in unison, we opened our mouths, and our tongues touched, tentatively at first, but then, after the obligatory tongue wiggle, with the overwhelming greed we'd known before.

"It's been so long," I whispered as I took a breath.

"Way too long," was all she said as she unzipped my trousers and found my cock, which she pulled out and massaged as she kissed me.

I unbuttoned my shirt for her, and she kissed my chest, pinching my nipples in her teeth and running her tongue all over my belly.

Now, ignoring the cold, she swung around a half turn on her hands and knees and bent forward to take my cock in her mouth. At the same time, I started kissing that sweet little pussy of hers, caressing the soft labia with my tongue, sucking on her hardening clit and teasing it with my lips and tongue.

I loved her so much, and I wanted to show her as much in every way imaginable, certainly including this way.

And so it went until the middle of the night, when we finally dragged ouselves off to Elize's room, where we spent the remainder of the night.

After telling Zazie our plans over breakfast, we packed Elize's things and headed back to the city and a new chapter in our lives.

A relieved-looking Zazie waved us an enthusiastic farewell as we left, inviting us to come back and visit anytime.

* * *

It's been about four weeks now since we left Zazie's cabin, and things are gradually getting back to normal.

Or, rather, we're inventing a new kind of "normal" for ourselves. Elize is painting again, and demand for her work is gradually building up as her confidence comes back. Demand for my work is rising, too.

Clearly, we're going to survive.

Sexually, things are progressing well. I'd say we're at least as close now as we were when Clair was part of the arrangement.

Elize is late coming to bed after her shower. When she arrives, she turns out all the lights and stands looking out of the large floor-to-ceiling window, presenting a shapely, sexy silhouette against the moonglow.

"Come here," she says, and when I come, she asks, "Do you like the moonlight?"

"Of course." "My name comes from the French word for moonlight, you know."

So this is what Zazie had meant...

"Elize, listen..."

"Clair," she corrected.

I'm a little confused, as you can imagine, but I decide to play along and try to reason with the Clair persona. "Clair, you mustn't do this to Elize. Chunks of time will be gone from her and she'll think she's blacking out. She'll think she's going crazy, don't you see?"

Her face turns downward, and her lower lip curls in a frown. "But I miss you, Phil. I'm so lonely. I want to be with you."

I sigh, and circling her waist with my arms, pull her to me.

She asks, "Can I come out at night and make love to you? I have to come out sometime...I need to." There's no ignoring the sincerity of her gaze. This isn't Elize acting, putting me on. In some sense, Elize really believes she's Clair.

I play along for now. "Okay, then. Come out at night, in the moonlight, and Elize will just think she's fallen asleep."

Elize turns around and draws me to her. She puts her lips on mine, and when I open my mouth to hers, our tongues touch...and I feel Clair's secret tongue wiggle, sending a thrill through my entire body.

"Phil," she asks, "why the goose bumps?"

I'm silent, except for, "So, it is you?"

She looks at me like I'm crazy. "Of course, it is."

Before I know it, she's pulling me slowly to the bed, where I almost fall onto her, her legs already parting for me, her pussy dripping with anticipation. Although I have tears in my eyes, I slide into her as though she were no more than a warm, pleasant dream...

After the lovemaking, I take a quick shower, and when I climb into bed, she rolls over and kisses me again.

It's Elize's kiss this time.

"You know what?" she says, "I'm really horny. Let's make love." With that, she disappears under the sheet.

And as her mouth finds my cock, I smile, knowing that my future looks very bright. Twice as bright, in fact, as I thought it ever could be.