ans.

* * * *

I was not fully forewarned of Tagin’Don’s power though. I was never prepared for his hypnotic influence in the time that I finally caught up with him Had he stopped running from me? Most likely. He made no attempt to flee when I brandished my sword of fire in his direction.

‘Bow down and accept your fate demon!’ I commanded. ‘No one has defeated the sword of Michael!’

‘Then it pleases me to be the first,’ he sneered as the righteous fire engulfing my sword’s blade extinguished.

It did not matter though. It wasn’t the fire that made this sword so destructive.

‘You angel, should bow before me. Renounce your lord and let me truly save you!’

‘Never!’ I shouted against the rising winds, but already I could feel my control faltering. His power was having its effect on me, the fire was what had kept me safe before. Without it I could not withstand Tagin’Don.

His dark body slipped closer to me.

‘Put down the sword.’

My mind shouted at me to ignore his command, but it may as well have commanded me to stop breathing. I dropped the sword, my hands falling to my side. Tagin’Don stepped closer still. I could feel his hot breath as he moved towards my neck. I knew of his bite, the one that had taken a thousand mortals to their death.

‘No,’ I mouthed.

Tagin’Don hesitated. Could he have actually stopped simply because I wanted him to? No. He had suddenly formed a better plan.

The darkened demon cut through my armour with his claws. The flimsy metal fell to the ground, my dress beneath falling with it. I was naked and defenseless afore him. And clearly he was pleased. He stepped closer still, his twitching member rubbing against me.

Silently commanded, my body fell backwards into the soft earth. Tagin’Don’s weight came down upon me. I was frightened, and dismayed, but he overpowered me.

‘Don’t resist,’ he said calmly. And I didn’t. Even though I was on the verge of losing everything, part of me didn’t care. I was here, and it felt, falling in love. ‘Embrace me.’ Those words bore my final doom.

My delicate, white skinned arms wrapped around Tagin’Don’s neck. I kissed him with the passion of a millions lives. My soft tongue danced with his rough forked tongue. Our bodies felt the same lust building within us. For both of us such a union was forbidden, but we never stopped.

Our kisses turned deeper. Our hands bushing the lengths of our mismatched bodies. My pussy glistened in anticipation of its first time, Tagin’Don’s cock was growing, but not rigid like mortal cocks, his was more like a tentacle, and it rubbed itself over me while the two of us kissed.

Tagin’Don’s kisses lowered, descending to my supple breasts, licking and sucking on my nipples. His roving cock moved to get beneath me. He rubbed along my back, working towards my petite ass. The skin on his cock was smoother than the rest of him, and I wanted to feel it working inside me; which apparently it knew as it rubbed along my crack to find my tiny anus.

‘Take me!’ I moaned, Tagin’Don had just chewed on my nipple, but he acted not in a rough way, he wasn’t even controlling me now. He was loving me as I was him.

Slowly, his flexible member worked its way inside my tight little hole. Drawing itself out, inch by painful inch, teasing me. Tagin’Don’s body didn’t move as his cock thrust inside me, extending and retracting itself. I was in heaven on earth. I ran my fingers through Tagin’Don’s thick black hair.

His breath was coming in shorter, sharper gasps. His time was coming. Then he stopped. His cock sliding back out of my little asshole. I squirmed down, trying to keep him in, But I needn’t have. Out of ass hole, his cock lifted itself to my pussy, rubbing its tip along my pink folds. I moaned lightly, and gasped as it pushed inside me, stretching my virgin pussy as it had my ass.

He pushed against my hymen, threatening to break it. He could fuck me now without even touching it, I knew from having him in my ass so comfortably, but it came down to Tagin’Don and his sensational tool.

Tagin’Don was a mind reader, that much of his power I had known. And he was clearly reading my thoughts as he continued sucking on my breasts, growing in intensity. His cocked snaked deeper, he seemed to be coiling himself inside me. The thrusting felt amazing, my juices flooded his shaft, soaking his deep set balls.

I screamed as Tagin’Don’s cock pushed itself fully into me, his balls slapped against my ass as his hips took up a thrusting pattern. I felt some pain as his now wide cock broke through my delicate hymen. My virginity was gone, And Tagin’Don was almost spent. I wanted his cum deep inside.

I wrapped my long white legs around Tagin’Don’s ass, pulling him deeper with every thrust. His cock bashed against my cervix, threatening to push deeper, and I wanted him to. I clutched him tighter, as I felt his first shot of cum splash inside me. He continued his thrusting, pushing more and more of himself inside. He was getting thicker. I could feel him really stretching me. Spurt after spurt he shot inside me.

In that instant, a light glowed nearby. An archangel had arrived to sentence us. He reached out his hand as Tagin’Don and I fulfilled our loving act. A white flame passed between us. The archangel spoke.

‘You have sinned Ariana. Now the two of you shall share your gifts and have them as curses!’

My demon lover and I were too wrapped up in what we had done to listen to the archangel.

Later though I found myself hungry in a way I had never been before. Hungry in a way I knew was bad. I craved for blood. This was the curse I had been granted, and my only gift was immortality. Suddenly, it dawned on me what had happened. I had become a demon, and Tagin’Don had been granted the eternal life of the angels. We would hate each other for what we had become… Vampires. Two breeds. One bestial, the other angelic. A world apart.

er, I hold her when she’s down, we kiss sometimes but we never went any further. We both wanted to, but we held back because of that friend barrier that always pops up.

Now for me… Well, Megan likes to tease me because I look like a girl. My face is very feminine, and I have a curvy waist like hers, not quite so pronounced, but nevertheless it’s there. I let my hair grow longer, and she keeps puling it back into a pony tail saying it made me look very pretty. I kept the hair like it, any excuse to have her close. But all this teasing awakened something within me. Something I had once thought was sordid.

* * * *

One day during the summer, Megan received a phone call from her agent. It was obviously some kind of job. I did my best to listen in, wondering how long the job would last. Her agent had one of those dainty voices that you wouldn’t hear if the T.V. was on too, so I never caught a word.

Although, I know I didn’t really need to. As soon as her agent was off the phone, Megan plonked herself down next to me, gave me a hug and told me everything.

‘That was Elise,’ which I already knew because I had answered the phone. ‘She says Cosmopolitan wants me specifically for this shoot down at the beach. Could get very hot!’ she said. ‘Want to come?’

Yes, actually I thought, but then a voice I had heard more and more over the past weeks cropped up again.

‘I would… but I have to go online and get some work done. I’ve neglected it a bit,’ I lied.

Megan pouted slightly in that oh so sexy way she did. How I wanted to kiss her gorgeous full red lips right then!

‘Okay then,’ she said sadly. ‘That’s important. I’ll see you when I get back.’

‘Okay gorgeous,’ I flirted. ‘I’ll be here when you get back!’

Megan slipped me a quick half smile as she scooped up her keys and made for the door. I followed her out to say goodbye. And once I saw her slinky convertible pull out of the garage and round the corner I was straight back inside, but I didn’t go to my computer.

Less than a minute later I was rooting through Megan’s wardrobe, pulling out dresses, pulling them against myself and then slipping them back in as they were. I felt bad going through her clothes, but I couldn’t help myself. Part of me just felt that I should be in them.

I decided finally on a pink ruffled knee length skirt and short white strapped vest top - very sexy. Next was underwear. Fortunately, in size Megan and I were a similar size, as I noticed time to time from her strutting around in my clothes. I pulled out a lacy pair of black panties and matching bra. A hint of naughtiness underneath an innocent wrappings.

Delicately, I pulled the panties up my legs, fixing my cock between my legs, and holding it in place with Megan’s panties. The bra was no trouble either, thanks to many hours practice with the one she had “lost” from the dryer. She wasn’t a small breasted girl, but I was still able to mostly fill out her moderate bra without any additions. Over the panties, I pulled the sensuous ruffled skirt on. It felt great against my legs, and the slight breeze from Megan’s open window was amazing too; especially when it circled up under the skirt and blew against my tucked away surprise.

I had just pulled the white top on when I spotted Megan standing in the doorway. I freaked out all of a sudden. I thought about running, but my legs wouldn’t move. I could feel my stomach rising into my throat. Was certain she’d flip out, but she just smiled at me.

Even though I was terrified, and humiliated, I found myself feeling highly aroused to. The tuck job I had done was slipping loose.

‘Hmm,’ she said. ‘So this is what goes on when I go out?’ I wasn’t really sure this was a question. Though the smile never left her face. ‘Do you feel like a woman now, or do you need more?’ That was definitely a question.

I couldn’t speak.

‘Do you have a name?’ she asked, stepping closer to me.

‘Ra… Rachel,’ I stammered. ‘My name is Rachel.’

‘Well Rachel,’ she was still smiling. ‘I think you look very sexy in that outfit!’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She didn’t mind me dressing in her clothes. In fact, she seemed to like it. ‘And are you a woman?’

‘I… I think so,’ I said, being honest with her for the first time in weeks.

‘Doesn’t look like it to me!’ she teased. My erection had lifted the front of the skirt a little, she could see the protrusion.

She had come close enough to hold me. But she didn’t. I was going mad being this close and feeling this sexy in her clothes. I wanted to reach out and take her in my arms, but I still didn’t move. Then she spied my clothes on the floor.

‘Okay, Rach,’ she said, giving me a kiss. ‘Stay here. I’ll be right back.’ She left the room with my clothes. I was still frozen to the spot.

A few minutes later, Megan returned from wherever she had gone dressed head to toe in my clothes. She wasn’t masculine, but in my clothes with her hair tied back she could have played the part well… she even walked like a man. She adjusted the crotch of my jeans just as I did when I felt aroused.

She sat me on the end of her bed, pulling her make up kit from her dresser.

‘Now to complete the look,’ she told me.

We started off with a basic foundation to bring out my natural color, and accented it with a little blush. She applied a little blue eye shadow to my eyelids, tell me it enhanced my deep blue eyes, and stretched my lashes with a good dose of mascara. She finished this combo off with a hint of lipstick.

Looking in her mirror, even I had to admit I was pretty in a girly way. She stood behind me and tied my hair back with one of her scrunches. She left me with two short bangs too.

‘There we go,’ she commented. ‘Perfect!’

I had to agree. I looked pretty, and dare I say it… sexy. If I had met myself, I would have tried to pull me.

‘Now what?’ I asked her nervously.

Megan pulled her old camera out of her cupboard. It was one of those expensive ones that all the big name photographers were using. She clipped the roll of film in the back and stood ready to shoot.

‘You know what I want,’ she told me.

Having been to many of Megan’s modelling jobs I had seen the sorts of things the photographers wanted. And during previous excursions in Megan’s clothes I had practiced a few of them.

One by one I struck each pose. Megan was clearly surprised by how model like I was as she was snapping away with her camera. Quickly, that first roll of film was used up. She pulled a shoebox from under her bed and spilled a load more onto her luscious pink covers. She loaded up a second roll and told me to undress… slowly. I was more than willing to oblige, she had that twinkle in her eye.

As she began clicking away again, I pulled the skirt down, letting it slip past my thighs to the floor. I could see Megan’s wetness seeping through my jeans. This made my cock stand out more in her black panties.

‘Now for the top!’ she commanded.

Sexily, I pulled the top up, revealing the bottom of my lacy bra. As I pulled the vest top higher, Megan saw how my own chest filled her bra. She leant forward slightly, snapping more pictures.

‘Damn it!’ Another new roll of film. She couldn’t take her eye’s off my breasts as she fumbled the new roll into the camera.

Once ready again, I unclipped the bra and pulled it forward, letting my humble breasts fall free. My nipples were hard, and from Megan’s flicking tongue, I could tell she wanted to be sucking on them.

‘Lay down,’ she said seductively. ‘And give me some real money shots!’

Doing as I was told, I went over to her bed, I stared down my back at her, my hand rubbing at an imaginary pussy between my legs. Megan’s hips bucked. I flipped over onto my back and kept rubbing between my legs. The wetness in my jeans had become a patch. I was really exciting this woman. And that made me harder than I’d ever felt.

Megan couldn’t take it anymore. She threw her camera to the side and lay down on top of me, her tongue pushing its way inside my mouth. I kissed her back, letting my hands run over her back to her perfectly shaped ass. She pressed her groin against me, I felt her moisture, she felt my twitch.

Still kissing I pulled my shirt up over her head, pulling out the band she had tying her hair in place. Her hair fell forward and curtained my view. My god, we had kissed before but I would never have guessed she could be this passionate.

Anxiously the two of us undid the jeans and I pulled them down her legs, kissing down her beautifully tanned body as I went. She quivered with every kiss. There was no wonder she had made my jeans so wet, she had gone commando in them. She returned the feeling I gave her, kissing down my body as she pulled her panties away from my crotch.

Laying her down, I rested between her glorious legs. My cock was just inches away from her glistening pussy, and he twitched every second that he was there. Insisting on being pushed in.

‘Not yet!’ Megan snapped. ‘First I want your breasts. And then I’m going to fuck you!’

She gave me a light smack across my ass. My cock twitched again.

Megan flipped me over, sliding her body up against me, she descended her kisses to my breast, lightly kissing and sucking towards my tiny nipple. I let out a moan as she took my erect flesh in her mouth, running her tongue around it. I couldn’t help myself, my hand dove at her pussy, forcing its way inside her delicate folds.

Megan rewarded my touch with a gentle bite. I never knew how much pleasure I could feel just from my nipple, and Megan seemed intent on showing me just how pleasurable it could be. If I wasn’t careful I might have come just with that.

As my breathing became shallow, Megan eased the pressure on my nipple. Her mouth worked its way back to my lips, her tongue finding mine again. She brought her groin fully against my leg, her juices mingling with my almost invisible hair.

Her breathing was the same as mine, short and shallow, filled with desperation. I wasn’t the only one who had been lusting. Megan had wanted me too.

I whispered my need into her ear. She nuzzled hard into my neck, lifting her groin from my leg and sliding across me. I felt the brush of her tender flesh as she rested her legs on either side of mine, her pussy pressing against my now desperate member.

‘Be gentle,’ I teased as she guided my twitching cock inside her very wet hole.

Ignoring me, Megan drove herself hard onto me. She pushed herself upright and took even more of me up inside her.

‘Like that bitch!’ she said slapping me across my face. I wasn’t going to deny her, being submissive like this was really getting me going. I was loving it, and clearly so was Megan.

She lifted herself up, almost pulling me out, then drove back down again, taking all of me back inside. We both groaned loudly. She carried on driving. And I just couldn’t get enough, even when she slapped me for pushing with my hips.

‘You’re a woman! Now act like one!’ she shouted, thrusting me deeper inside.

That was it for me… woman or not, I had the cock and I was in control. Megan screamed as I threw us over. We rolled off the bed, slamming my back into the floor, but I wasn’t done. I rolled her again and used my weight to hold her down.

‘You may be the man,’ I told her. ‘But even you can be fucked!’

Her only response was a loud moan that sounded like “see if I care” as my cock pounded her perfect pink hole with its red inner lining, her wetness splashing over my balls. I could feel her pussy clamping down onto me, holding me in place. I could only move a little inside, Megan knew what she was doing, and she enjoyed every second of it. As did I.

The extra friction from her tighter pussy brought the final squeeze we both wanted so badly. Megan never released her grip, she wanted my cum inside her warm pussy, and I was in no position to deny her. Nor did I want to.

I pushed in harder, forcing her pussy muscles to relax. She groaned, still trying to keep herself tight for me. I pushed harder, again forcing her to loosen. My cock slammed against her deepest insides, pushing. She flexed her hips too, matching me thrust for thrust, parting her legs as wide as she can, making it so easy for me to get deeper.

I let out a deep groan as I shot my load deep inside her gushing pussy. Our juices mingling together inside Megan’s love basket. She pulled me into a hug, not letting me off of her. Our ragged breathing slowed in sync as our breasts rubbed together. Already, I felt myself going soft inside Megan’s sweet pussy, the smell of sex filling the air around us, adding fuel to the loving kiss she gave me. When I climbed out of her, I lay back down beside her and we feel asleep in each other’s arms.

* * * *

Later that day, when she woke me with another deep kiss, I saw more beauty than I had ever seen before within her features. I guessed that was the effect of the love I knew was growing in her heart and soul, the love that my own was fast matching. Staring into her eyes, a question suddenly occurred to me, one I should have asked hours ago.

‘How come you came back so early?’ I asked. Megan smiled.

‘I never went away. I drove around the block and then came back to watch you!’

I’d been set up, but you know what… I didn’t care cause I had just made love to the sexiest, most gorgeous woman on the planet. And she loved me back!

n’t know about me,’ Stacy replied. ‘But I know one would look great on you!’

I flushed again.

Stacy had always been shy about her body. In all the years I had known her she had never been as adventurous with her style as I was. But that was going ot change. I was sure of that as I pictured my friend in a nice string bikini. My mind filled with the images of getting her home and pulling her out of it too.

I could feel myself blushing again.

‘So…’ Stacy said in a coy manner. ‘Where’s the best place to grab a cool costume.’

‘I know a place,’ I smiled my most devilish smile, knowing she was picking up the not so subtle hints I was throwing her way.

I scooped up my keys off the table, subconsciously counting each one as I did. Already I could feel the moisture building between my legs. I felt alive, exhilarated. Hoping my scent wasn’t evading my moistening panties. Just the thought of seeing my long time friend’s beautiful body excited me.

Right then I wondered if Stacy felt the same. Sadly, she just looked nervous, chewing on her bottom lip.

‘Come along then Stace. Let’s get going,’ I said, trying to keep thins light.

‘Right behind you Kelly, Stacy called back as she fetched her cute pink jacket from the coat rack. The one that hugged her breasts perfectly, showing them off for the world to see.

She quickly repositioned her skirt, nervously glancing at me, hoping I hadn’t noticed.

That was it! I thought she had just given me a sign of her mutual attraction. She was moistening too!

* * * *

Arm in glorious arm we made our way to my car. It wasn’t a flashy automobile, but it was reliable. And what more did a gal need than something reliable.

Stacy took her place in the passenger seat, while I slipped in behind the steering wheel. Clicking my seatbelt into its clip, I started the engine and we were off.

* * * *

I drove us to the store. From the outside it looked like a normal store. The promotional posters, while meant to look flashy had been bleached by the excessive sun, but they were still slightly attractive, as were the cute little outfits worn by the store dummies. But those were the outfits us normal girls could never wear.

From the outside Stacy seemed unimpressed. I took her arm again, and led her through the electronic doors. Her mouth fell open at the inner size. It looked like an elegant palace filled with the gowns of a million princesses. Stacy was dumbstruck with awe.

Lightly taking her hand, I led her down the steps into the main store. There were dresses, skirts, tops of all varieties, blouses, lingerie, daily wear. Stacy clearly had never seen so many choices grouped into one place. Or at least had never seen so many clothes that she wanted all at once.

I ignored the general clothes and led her to the back of the store, where the bathing suits were kept. And there were so many choices; bikini’s, cami sets, tankinis. So many options. So little time. I grabbed at a very skimpy black bikini set, almost no skin covered. Stacy was a little more conservative, going for a more common bra and brief set. I picked out a nice summer dress to wear over the bathing suit. A small flowing red number with all the tight curves. Stacy’s eyes lit up in admiration of my tastes for her. She pulled me out a short white dress. Very innocent looking. I held the dress against myself with the costume I chose underneath it. The thin white material gave away my choice perfectly. What a combo!

Now Stacy was taking the lead, guiding me roughly over to the dressing rooms. Obviously anxious to get me into my new outfit. I rushed ahead myself, just as anxious to see Stacy in hers, and maybe see her get into it too.

‘Want to share?’ I asked when our path ended by the dressing rooms.

The confirmation of Stacy’s attraction came when after a nervous moment she said yes and we clambered into the largest of the cubicles. Once the plastic door was shut, I felt Stacy’s lips lock themselves onto mine, her kiss reaching into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around Stacy’s back, pulling her beautiful body closer. Stacy’s subtle hands pulled at my top, lifting it carefully over my head, revealing my pink bra.

Stacy lowered her mouth to kiss my now erect nipples through the soft fabric. My inner moisture increased again, soaking my panties. I pushed myself closer, softly moaning my satisfaction.

I let my hand go to Stacy’s sexy mound, rubbing at her skirt. She pushed down onto my hand., her mouth kissing back up my breasts.

Everything I had wanted from Stacy lay beneath this skirt. No matter what I had to get it off, I wanted to se the hidden beauty of the girl I had waited three years to get. My hands went to her hips, slowly pushing at the elastic waistband, forcing the skirt down. She wriggled her hips, trying to stop me, she went for my hands. I kissed her harder, she let the skirt drop past her hips, revealing to me her secret. Stacy was a guy!

I jumped back. Completely surprised. I didn’t know how to react, my heartbeat was racing. And then I noticed what my body was doing. My moisture had jumped up a few notches, my pulse was racing, my breaths shallow and short. Oh my god, I was leaning back in to kiss her again. As I placed my lips back onto Stacy’s I pushed my skirt down over my hips and stepped out of it as it cascaded to the floor. I held my new lover in my arms.

My hands were soon cupping Stacy’s buttocks. My fingers tracing her crack, reaching for her perfectly puckered hole as her cock grew against me. She reached around and deftly unclipped my bra, slipping it down my arms and letting my petite breasts fall free. This was most unfair I thought. She had my breasts and I didn’t have hers. This was a situation that had to be sorted out.

While I focused her attention on kissing me, I worked my hands down her blouse, undoing each button, pulling the cotton garment open to reveal her sexy blue bra and its beautiful contents.

Stacy could stand no more. She was really rubbing her length against me, allowing the friction to pleasure her. Deciding I had to help I started to kiss my way down her super sexy body. I left her bra on, placing my kisses around the blue material, and carried on down past her stomach towards her bulging blue panties. I pulled them to the side, allowing her erect cock to fall into my ready hand. I placed another sensitive kiss to Stacy’s body before I slipped her twitching little friend into my anxiously waiting mouth.

The moment I wrapped my lips around Stacy’s warm cock I knew this was a first for her. The way she held herself was nervous, yet attentive, trying to memorise every action. I allowed more of her cock to slip into my mouth, taking all of it that I could, my tongue running around its outside. Stacy, driven at this point by sheer pleasure curled her fingers into my hair, gently tugging it as she pulled me further onto her. I had opened the cork on feelings she had never before expressed. Holding her balls in my hand, I feel Stacy suddenly tighten up, I knew what was coming and I sucked harder while I pulled her panties all the way to the ground.

Just I got the juicy goodness I wanted Stacy pulled her cock away from me. Gently, yet with great command, she pulled me to my feet.

‘Not yet, she whispered, kissing me again, pressing me back up against the dressing room wall. She ran her tongue over my nipples, taking one into her mouth, and kissing it with the same passion she had shown my lips.

Her hands led my panties down my legs while her kisses worked their way lower, across my abdomen, lower, past my waist, lower, over my trimmed blonde pubes to my glistening hole beneath. Nervously her tongue ran over my pussy lips. My thighs trembled at her careful touch, but I longed for so much more.

‘Don’t think so much,’ I told her. ‘Just go with the flow.’ I was going to wish I hadn’t said that.

Almost at once, Stacy’s nervous technique vanished. She had become a woman possessed. If I hadn’t have known otherwise, I’d have said she been licking pussy since the cradle. I had been waiting to get my friend here for three years, the only person to get my come in that time was me. I was saving it for Stacy exclusively.

Stacy switched between tonguing and fingering my pussy. God her technique was mind blowing. I couldn’t even find words to warn her what was coming. All my efforts were on keeping quiet, or just not getting to loud. Stacy got ferocious at my clit. She had obviously been wanting to get at my pussy as much I wanted her to. I moaned again softly, muffled by my fist crammed into my mouth, only just in time.

Before I had chance to let my hand down and pull Stacy further into me, she climbed back up to kiss me. I could taste my own salty juices on her lips, she offered it to me off her tongue. How could I refuse?

She leant in and kissed my neck. Her cock brushed against my pubes as she did. Her touch was electric. I wanted so badly to slip her into my pussy. But I held back.

Luckily for me, Stacy had the same idea. She bowed slightly, her hand pushed her cock forward, and lifted it into my pussy. She lifted my arms above my head, holding them in place, restricting my movement on my part. Once inside Stacy stopped. This I could tell was another first for her. I gave her a moment to enjoy the sensation, then, staring into her eyes, I clamped my pussy around her cock, and forced myself further onto her.

Driven by my desire, Stacy gave me a full thrust of her manly weapon. I gasped as her length filled my pussy, and pushed down to meet her. She gave me another thrust, and kept them coming. I couldn’t hold it anymore, my pleasure started to sound between my bated breaths, Stacy was the same. Neither of us were doing a very good job at staying discreet.

Someone knocked on the door. It was the store’s young clerk.

‘Are you ladies okay in there?’ she asked.

‘We’re fine, thanks!’ Stacy and I called out in unison, hoping the clerk hadn’t heard too much.

We didn’t move again until we heard her footsteps leading her away from us.

‘That was close,’ Stacy giggled.

‘I know,’ I giggled back as I felt my arousal spike suddenly. Almost getting caught was the ultimate turn on.

Stacy began to pick up speed again. Her energy doubled, and focused on bringing me to ecstasy. She got faster and faster until she reached a speed she could maintain comfortably. My cum was still flowing freely, running down Stacy’s cock and over her balls. She pushes harder and faster, using my cum as a lubricant to push in deeper.

With a slight groan muffled by my breast Stacy shot a hot load of sperm into my soaking pussy. Our juices merge inside me mixed by Stacy’s pumping and dripping back past my slippery entrance and running down our legs.

Continuing to push until the last of her own come was expelled, Stacy and I collapsed onto the floor of the dressing room. We had engorged ourselves on each others love and gotten quite messy in the process. All of a sudden I was glad I had packed a set of towels for our trip to the beach.

‘Here you go,’ I said as I offered one to her. She took it graciously, giving me a quick kiss in return.

A couple of minutes later, dried off and regaining our composure, Stacy and I got redressed. We gave each other another few gentle kisses. Her hands brushed my ass, squeezing gently while I cupped her lovely balls.

The attendant was coming back again, we heard her stilettos clacking against the floor, coming closer.

We hurried ourselves out of the dressing room, completely forgetting about the swimwear we had picked up. Left the store with a knowing smile on our lips and made straight for home.

We never did go back for that swim wear, but we had a lot of fun once we got home again.