A Drive in the Woods

Lyle and Linda drove through the dark woods of Arkansas with the radio blasting the surrounding silence. They drove, hand in hand together, singing along with Alabama at the top of their lungs, enjoying the freedom, the release, from their normal every day world.

Lyle had met Linda at a church social. Lyle was the son of Rev. and Mrs. Moore, and Linda was from the new family in town, the Alders. She was beautiful, with long blond hair and big blue eyes. The dress she wore that day was plain, but he still took special notice of her small breasts, tiny waist, slender hips, and long beautiful legs.

They had dated for two years, and had remained strong in their desire to remain virgins until their wedding night, after college. After finishing High School, they had gone to their parents with their plan to see the world, to take a summer road trip through the South to Florida, then up to New York City, then to Chicago and Yellowstone Park, before returning home.

Lyle looked over at Linda’s legs, revealed as her skirt had ridden up while she danced in her seat. Long, pale, and voluptuous, with the slight sheen of her cream-colored stockings. His hard-on came up suddenly and fiercely, and he inwardly cursed their vow, that would keep him from getting between those legs for another two or even four years.

Certainly they had kissed, hours and hours were spent in that way, but aside from touching her bottom while dancing, or the occasional cupping of a breast while making out, he hadn’t really done anything at all. His one remembered joy was the night of graduation, when Linda had rubbed his hard dick through his pants as they made out, making him erupt all over the inside of his shorts. Other than that, Lyle had only felt relief by his own hand, and that was hardly possible right now, was it?

Lyle took Linda’s hand and brought it over to rest on the hardness in his lap. She stopped singing, and looked at him in embarrassment and confusion.

“Hike up your skirt a bit more,” Lyle said, breathing heavily. To his astonishment, she did. She wiggled her bottom in the seat and brought the material of her skirt up so high he swore he could almost see the Promised Land. His eyes crept up from her shoes, heels with straps over the top, to her stockinged legs, to her upper thighs, where the stockings ended and the white garter belt straps began and went up under her skirt.

“Oooooey,” he yelped, “Those are the finest legs that have ever walked this world!” And Linda blushed, looking down. Her hand went back to the hard lump in his lap and began to stroke across it, as Lyle’s hands tightened on the wheel.

“Mmmmmmm, Honey,” Lyle moaned. “Do you ever touch yourself like you’re doin’ to me?” Linda blushed furiously. “I- have,” she stammered quietly.

Lyle’s dick jumped when he heard that. “Why don’t you do it now, so’s we can both enjoy our drive.”

Linda slid her skirt up a little higher and Lyle saw the white cotton of her panties. She slipped her right hand into the waistband, and settled back into the seat, her feet pressed against the floor of the car under the dashboard. Lyle smelled a sweet, sweet scent that he had never smelled before, and it made him hotter than he had ever been before.

The intense feeling of her rubbing had his legs jumping, kicking at the accelerator. At the first opportunity, he pulled off onto the side of the wooded road and parked. He leaned over and kissed her, with a passion that had hardly ever matched before, and he put his hand on top of hers, feeling her fingers move through the soft cotton.

She pulled her hand from her panties and put it on the side of his face to kiss him harder, leaving his hand cupping the Promised Land with only cotton between his flesh and hers. The wetness of her panties, and the intense heat from beneath them spurred him on. The smell on her hand drove him wild, and he pressed and searched with his fingers against the wet cotton of her panties. As their kiss broke, Linda pressed her hot forehead against his cool lips.

“Stop, Lover, please stop,” she moaned softly, but her hips pressed her pussy hard against his fumbling hand. Her own stroking had grown more forceful as well, and the car was filled with his moans. “We have to stop, Lyle,” she said more forcefully and stopped rubbing. But Lyle didn’t want to hear it,

“Look, Linda,” he breathed, “the big boy down there is all primed, and it hurts! You didn’t know that, did you? If it can’t finish it’s job, the pain grows and grows until I won’ I be able to stand it!”

“Oh, Baby,” Linda cried, obviously concerned, “what can do to make it better?”

Lyle reached down and pulled the lever next to his seat and leaned back until he was almost lying down. “Take it out of my pants,” he moaned.

Linda fumbled with his belt, then his pants. When she had them open, she took hold of the waistband of his shorts and pulled down, and jumped when the rigid member stood out straight. It was long and red, and the knob on the end was almost purple and slick with something. Veins stood out along its length, and there was a sticky, tangled mess of black hair where the shaft met his body. She put her hand around it, feeling the strong pulse jolting through it, and Lyle gasped.

Linda figured it to be at least eight inches long, maybe more, and it was as big around as her shampoo bottle, something Linda realized it resembled more than a little. She stroked her hand up the shaft to the knob, and got her hand coated in the slime there. God knows what He’s doing she thought, as she stroked back down, sliding easily because of the lubrication. As Lyle moaned and groaned, Linda ran her hand up and down the shaft, holding tightly, but stroking slowly.

She saw a large bead of slime form on the end of the knob, and using her free hand she rubbed it into the knob, taking note when that made Lyle yelp and jump in pleasure. Then, making sure his eyes were closed, she brought her hand to her lips and tasted the goo. Salty, and sticky, but something she could get used to. Then, remembering tales told in the late-night hours of a slumber party, Linda boldly leaned down and took the knob into her mouth and sucked softly.

“Jesus Christ!” Lyle yelled, and his fingers tangled in her hair. Linda sucked on the knob delicately, and swirled her tongue around it. After being told so for all of her life, she didn’t see anything bad about this at all. Nope, she thought, not at all.

Emboldened by her new sense of power and adventure, Linda began to suck more of the shaft into her mouth, then creating suction, drawing slowly back off of it and listening with pure, rapturous glee to Lyle’s passionate cries.

Then Lyle, fingers still tangled in Linda’s long hair, pulled her up and off his throbbing member and dragged her up and onto him. She lay on top of him and they kissed, deeply and with more passion than she had ever felt before. She could feel the heat and the throbbing of him against her belly through the cotton of her blouse. Lyle’s hands were under her skirt, clamped tightly on her behind, his fingers kneading her soft flesh like her’s would a lump of bread dough.

Lyle slipped one hand around to the front, and grabbing her panties by the crotch, he pulled them aside and she felt the flesh of his hand on her pussy for the very first time. Still kissing, her hands roamed over his chest, his arms and his sides. She knew love for this man, and wanted his pleasure to be complete.

Linda drew to her knees, and positioned her aching pussy over his dick. As she pressed against the knob of his dick, Lyle took it in his hand and tried to move it to better get into her. But while he was successful in parting the lips of her slick pussy, he missed the entrance and dragged the head up the center, where it ran into the tender little nub of her clitoris. She screamed in pleasure and pressed harder against him, and smart boy that he was, Lyle ran his dick into it again and again, his left hand grasping his dick, his right searching for enough breast to hold onto.

Linda screamed a line of curses that Lyle hadn’t thought possible from her as she bucked her hips, slamming her engorged clit against his cock. But as she bucked harder and harder, and as Lyle stroked his cock beck and forth, it seemed like lightning struck.

They both froze, breathing hard, Linda staring down into Lyle’s eyes, and he into hers. In their thrashing, Lyle’s cock had found the tight entrance to Linda’s pussy, and was now buried there, by at least two inches. Lyle’s hands flew to Linda’s hips, to steady her. Linda clawed at Lyle’s shoulders, then arms, seeking leverage so she could ease herself off of him. She sat bolt upright and tried to move, but each motion felt like she was drawing him deeper. Lyle’s eyes were glassy.

“Lord Almighty,” Lyle moaned, “I never imagined Heaven could feel as good as what you’re doin’ to me down there.” But Linda was of a different opinion. She felt like a stuck pig, and while she could feel her own vagina working against her, grabbing and pulling on his dick, all Linda wanted was this thing out of her. It hurt, plain and simple.

“Listen here,” Linda growled, “You’re gonna help me up offa you right now!” When she got no real reaction, she continued. “Lyle, baby, this hurts! You’re so big, and I’m a little thing! Help me off now, please, Baby?” Lyle moved a little as if to help, but he bumped her legs and applied just a little more pressure to her hips than before, and Linda wailed like a cat in heat as she slid down the entire length of his cock, coming to rest when he was fully inside.

Trying to keep still, but at the same time enjoying the pleasure of movement, even through the pain, Linda howled and wailed and pounded her fists against Lyle’s chest. Linda tried to pull up and off, but half way up she lost her balance and slid back down a bit, sending them both a jolt of pleasure. Linda began to realize that this was feeling better than it had a minute ago, or at least, the pain of being stretched around him was easing a bit, while the pleasure from the motion was definitely intensifying.

Linda sat bolt upright, looked deeply into Lyle’s wild eyes, and nodded slightly. With that permission, Lyle pulled Linda down by her hips, planting himself firmly inside her. She leaned down and kissed him fiercely, and their hips began to twitch, sending waves of pleasure through them.

After a few minutes, Linda began to play with pulling off of him again, then sliding slowly back down, taking his cock inside her once more. With each long slow stroke, Linda felt an ache building inside her, an ache that promised to become a rapturous pleasure. And through gritted teeth, Lyle groaned and begged, and he began to push into more urgently.

Lyle’s strong hands held Linda’s waist like a vise, and he began to lift her and pull her back down with more speed, and more force. Soon, Linda’s cries came like panting, short shrill cries of pleasure and pain commingled and spaced a second or two apart, as each of Lyle’s powerful thrusts slammed home. Again and again, he plunged his dick into her, his ego puffing up each time he heard her cry out in pleasure. The car shook and rocked with their motion, and the creaking springs added their part to the noise of them panting, Linda crying out, and sucking and slurping noise as he slid in and out of her. Before long, the sound of their flesh slapping together added another rhythmic sound.

Then Lyle knew something was wrong, very wrong. Linda’s body became totally stiff and unyielding, and her pussy clamped down on his dick so hard he was afraid she could break it. Then a stream of invectives, cursing like neither of them had ever heard before in one place or from one person (even on cable TV!), began to pour from Linda’s perfect little mouth. Her head thrashed from side to side as she screamed the foulest language Lyle had ever heard. He was in fact, becoming quite embarrassed. But when Lyle felt her pussy begin to grab and suck at his dick, and an unmistakable feeling of wetness began where their bodies met, a wetness that poured from between them and pooled between his legs on the seat, Lyle knew this was as it should be. As Linda thrashed and screamed, Lyle felt his own body tense, and a pain like being kicked full on in the balls grabbed him. With a scream of his own to match Linda’s, Lyle felt something exploding from within him, rushing up through his dick and exploding once again out the end of his dick. He grabbed Linda firmly and held her tightly against him, and they both cried out with each burst of his ejaculation.

The pain of their orgasms ebbed slowly into euphoria, and Linda sank slowly down to lay on Lyle’s sweat-soaked chest. They could feel him softening, slowly slipping down her pussy canal no matter how hard that sweet organ grabbed and tried to hold him. With a final, imagined “pop”, his soft dick fell away from her, accompanied by a gush, then another, and one more, as their combined fluids poured from her to pool on the seat. They lay there for a while panting, cuddling, glowing with their first real orgasms. And they kissed passionately, but slowly - lovingly.

Linda climbed off of Lyle and returned to her seat, smoothing her skirt and for some reason wishing she smoked. She kicked off her shoes and scrunched her toes against the floor of the car. Lyle for his part, slid his dick back into his sopping wet shorts and closed his pants. He brought the seat upright and started the car. They drove down the lane in silence, holding hands and leaning close together, enjoying the afterglow of their blessed union, and even the heat and smell of their passion. Linda took a certain womanly pleasure as she felt their union leaking from her into her panties.

Yes, this was going to be one heck of a road trip, Lyle thought distractedly. Lord knows the first night had gone well so far.

A Dreamer

I'm harder than I've ever been, thinking about this girl and what is to happen tonight. She's in the bathroom now, getting ready, I think, and I lay here, wondering. I've always found myself to be pretty lucky, but this is ridiculous. In a few moments I will be able to do all of the nasty, dirty things that I've dreamed of to this woman -- the same woman I've been dreaming of doing all of this to. I panic a little, hoping that she hasn't changed her mind in the last... well, thirty seconds that's she's been in there. God, it feels like it has been so much longer than that. My mind has been speeding through all of what had led us here -- a mere kiss on the hand, a few great conversations. Admiration, respect, trust... Then I think on what is about to occur... just thinking, I haven't even thought about what it would be like fucking you. Or 'knowing you,' whichever works for you. I mean I have, but I haven't. Some nights it would cross my mind, and I'd briefly envision me inside of you, my dearest. But these thoughts would leave my mind swiftly, as they had come. Then covered by another vision. Another thought. Dream. Scenes that my imagination brings forth and lets me build, with you.

I've always enjoyed the idea of kissing those beautiful lips. I've liked to imagine how great or poor a kisser you are. Sloppy wet or Desert Dry. Grab-my-dinner-back-up tongue or Oh-no-full-defense-of-your-mouth tongue. Are you the extremist that I can sort of see you being? Or that female of subtleties that you've become in mind since talking to you? All the little things taking there part in how you see the world. I see myself looking into those beauty-brown eyes and reading every one of the million and two thoughts that would cross before them. Trying to see just how much you want me, for I won't see it if I look at your near-terrified face. I imagine you thinking that you shouldn't do this. How in the Hell did I get you in this position. Do you remember drinking anything? Did I feed you anything? Do you want to be here with me, right this very moment, my devotion? Do you want to know me? I wonder if you'd feel uncomfortable with me holding you then, that very moment. Consoling you. Kissing and licking your earlobe. Whispering the little nothings that cross my mind into your ear. Whispering things like, "I like chicken almost as much as you do," into your ear, just to break the tension that for some reason I'm so sure will be there.

I've always wondered how you'd react to my fingers running up and down the nude skin and flesh of you. Oh so very slowly up and down you. From the nape of your neck to arches of your ass. From shoulder to shoulder. Through your hair. On your cheeks. Eyelashes. Stomach. Breast. Thighs. Do goose bumps appear at my faintest touch? Where? Could I kiss them away for you? I've wondered how your breast would feel. How hard your nipples would be at my touch. For me. Then I would run my fingers from them, down your stomach, then into a pair of, say, red panties, and in-between your legs. I would like to see how warm you are with me laying beside you. I'd like to see how moist you are when my finger runs the slit of your pussy. A small sign of inhalation, or a small gasp slips from you. Tension. Near-insignificant readjustment. For or against my touch, my dearest? I'd love to look you straight in the eye as I taste you. That sounds like an idea -- I'd love to see what your eyes say to me at the sight of that. Your face will either show disgust or shock or nonchalance. I can see your eyes filling with other thoughts..

I've always had more fun thinking about my head enclosed and secured between your thighs. I've wondered just what you'd taste like. I'd assume cherries. I hope cherries -- there have been times when things weren't as fruitilicious. I've imagined you breathing really heavily all the way up there, as I just barely graze my tongue on you. Readjustment -- for or against my lips and my gentle kisses? For or against my tickling fingers? For or against my adventurous tongue? How hard it is to wait to just barely taste of you. Sip from your grail so heavenly the nectar of you. I've never been able to imagine you as the moaner type. Just a heavy breather. Just a challenge -- you're probably going to be a bit more difficult than others to make orgasm. When all I want is for you to melt upon me. I hope not too difficult, because the sooner you cum for me, the more times that very night I will make you cum. I've thought about that, too: how many times could I make her cum for me? Let me drink of her. Of you. Break your heavy breathing into a silence and stillness that just doesn't seem to end. I've wondered if you would kiss me after you soak my face with your sweet, sweet juices. I've wondered if you would be the type to like fingers inside of you or just on you. How much or how little do you like your nipples sucked, love? How fast do you want your clit stroked? Lots of pressure or feathery silk-like 'brushes' against you? All questions I could never ask you, in fear of losing the moment. In fear of pushing you away. Even in my dreams, even in my scenarios. Especially in our conversations; one of these questions' pop up in my head at least once whenever I hear your voice.

She's been in there for.... a whole minute and a half now. I guess I'm a little too anxious. I want you too much. Calm down, calm down. Pretend like you usually do - you're too cool to be nervous. Too smooth to be antsy. Stay self-assured that you will make her very, very comfortable. And just as I imagined you clenching your thighs around my head, the back ark, the undying silence, vibration, and then the final exhale - the door opens, and you step into the room. My dick throbbing, you looking wonderful. You look at me and, as timidly as you usually do, you smile at me, and walk in my direction...

A Dream One Night

I was tired. It was late and the last gasps of what had been a very long week. Driving home seemed like a dream that night after work and when I arrived at my place I found the lights out. Good I thought to myself. Sasha is out for the evening and I can relax and get into bed early after a long hot shower to wash off some of the hardness of the week.

Closing the front door behind me and flipping the latch. Sasha had his own key and could come and go as he pleased. I let him stay while he was looking for a place and a new job after his last year of school. We had been friends there and only recently had been re-aquainted. I stumbled in the darkness but knowing my way around the room like a cat I found my way to the kitchen and opened the fridge to stare blankly into the light for inspiration. None came. So shutting that door and losing myself again in the dark I wandered back along my path to the livingroom and reached around the corner to flip on the lights and preparing myself for the initial blindness and shock to my tired senses.

“Hey!” came a startled voice from down below the sofa.

“Sasha? That you?” I asked.

“Um, ya…could you give me a minute.” He said softly.

I suddenly realized what I had done and turned the light out and stood in the darkness at the edge of the kitchen doorway. I felt my heart stop and my feet were firmly planted in place on the tile. Their coolness rising up through my legs and freezing me solid. Sasha was in the middle of a quiet stroking of his cock when I rudely interrupted his pleasures.

“Sorry…I’ll go in my room.” He said and stood, nude in the half-light that cast in from the street through the curtains. He was in perfect silhouette.

“No, I’ll go. You stay and, um. You know.” I muttered and backed a step.

He moved around the chair and now I could make out the clear shadow of his full erect cock as it fell from side to side as he walked closer.

“Since you came in, would you like to join me?” He smiled.

“What! Sasha, come off it.” I said in my sudden breathless panic.

“Look, I’m not saying I want to fuck you man. Just, well it would be a turn on to do this together. Masturbate I mean. We can keep the lights off if you want.” He said and was now standing inches in front of me. His shaft pointing up at me and in his palm as his thumb caressed the tip. He reached forward and put his other hand on my shoulder. I stood silently as he moved his hand down my arm past the elbow and to the wrist. It was sexy and sensual and my own cock jumped to life. He placed my hand against his cock and moved to caress himself on the back of my hand. I was somewhere else, watching this happen.

The incredible hardness and warmth of it flowed into me.

“Sash…” I whispered.

His body closer now to mine. He no longer held his cock but let it play against my wrist and hand. Shifting his hips from side to side and massaging himself on my nervously limp arm.

“It’s okay. God that feels good. Touch me, stroke me.” He hushed in my ear.

Now I was so aware of his closeness and the warm breath on my neck as he spoke.

“I can’t, I’m not that way….” I spoke in reply to his insistent motions.

“Neither am I, you know that. But pleasures are just that. Come on into my room and we can just stroke each other a little.” He said so softly in my ear that I felt mesmerized for a short moment. My eyes closed and felt the wetness of his mouth on my skin. Never before had I felt this and somehow something deep inside of me opened up. Maybe it was due to the length of my week? My weariness taking hold of my senses. Whatever it was my fingers were now open and holding the tip of his cock. Feeling the soft roundness of it and his gentle moans.

“Okay then….” He whispered and guided me to the spare room that had been turned into his bedroom.

He moved to the bed and sat on the edge. I could feel his stare at my body and I knew what he wanted next. But that would come hard for me.

“Sasha, look, I don’t know if I….” He stood and put his arms around me and spoke in my ear once again and in that same hushed soothing way.

“You say that but your cock is like a rock down there. It will be just touching, that’s all. Just lay with me and let things happen on their own, ok?”

He released me and let me go to the bed on my own and I lay down. The sensation of which felt amazingly good. I watched as his nude form joined beside me and he lay with his head propped on his bent arm. I could tell he was smiling at my nervousness. His hand rested on my chest and he caressed my torso slowly.

“ I just want you to know that I haven’t done anything like this before, so I am nervous too. But we are old friends and you trust me right?”

“Um uh huh.” I said in a choked whisper as his hand slipped up under the lose hem of my shirt.

His fingers were softer than I had expected and his touch was easy and very warm. He made slow circles around my belly and moved steadily upwards and found a nipple and toyed with it.

I moaned almost on instinct to the pleasurable strokes of his fingertips raking on after the other on my erect nipples.

“Feels pretty good huh David. See what I meant about simple pleasure of pleasuring.” He said softly and I was aware again of the closeness of his face to mine as he hovered over me.

My body felt hard and tense as his hand caressed over my skin. How could this man’s touch affect me in such a way as to give me the greatest hard-on in months? Then it came to me that my tenseness was only due to the pressure and constraint my poor cock was enduring.

His seduction was complete, as I was more than ready to be touched by him. But he continued in the same careful fashion. Now his attentions moved down to my thigh and his hand moving over my leg and his fingertips exploring up my open leg of my shorts. He found the hard bulge and tenderly fingered it. Sasha sat up; his hands leaving me for a moment as he positioned himself better over me. I lay still as he opened the front of my shirt and then un-clipped the plastic buckle on my belt. The button was next and soon I lay nearly naked, My cock standing firmly and awaiting touch. He lay back down beside me after exposing my body and returned his fingertips to my nipple. Then to my surprise, his mouth followed as he encircled the nub and rubbed me senseless with his tongue.

Moaning softly I reached for him and held his head to my chest as his hand stroking so gently on my shaft that it was a moment or two before I was conscious of his caress. It was gently; smooth and light as air in a lovely up and down motion and around the tip, which made me, shake slightly with arousal. That combined with the moistness of the sounds coming from my left nipple drew me farther into this abyss of pleasure. My hand traveled on its own to his lower back and finding his firm ass cheek it lay there and moved carefully over his flesh. Hearing him make pleasant sounds only pushed me farther into the boldness of my touching. After what seemed and eternity my hand slipped back up and away from his round backside to his neck where I held him in my grip to let him know I was enjoying the deep sucking kisses he gave to my chest. He moved onto his side and I followed so we lay facing each other. My cock against his and we moved our hips to pleasure each other at the same time. My eyes closed and feeling everything at once. The heat of his cock and the weight of it on top of my own shaft excited me. My hand returned to the small of his back and he hand did the same. We shuffled into each other and felt the intensity of our cocks loving against the other. I was now stroking his chest and his fingers playfully tortured my wet nipples in repeated pinching.

We lay there squirming against each other for some time. I let my hand moved down between us and held my cock firmly against his and rubbed onto him. Our pre-cum mixing together and making the efforts slippery. I felt his fingers curling around my shaft and I did as he did. Together we caressed each other and his mouth was on my neck once and his kiss was warm and pleasant.

“Do you mind that, David?”

“No, no it is nice. Anyway, we have shared that much already.” I said. The words escaping my lips. My aroused senselessness driving me onwards.

He kissed my neck and nuzzle there and my hand rose up and fell into the mess of dark waves of hair.

He pressed my shaft to his and inched it up and down slowly. Then pressing it down between my thighs and caressed against my balls.

“Sasha, no….” I whispered to him.

“Hmmmm, okay, it was just that it felt so good.” He said softly.

“You did say that you didn’t want to fuck me Sasha.” I said.

He lay down beside me and rolled onto his back.

“I know, sorry. I just got carried away there.”

I rolled into him and touched his chest.

“If you want to rub my ass with that…,” I said touching the tip of his cock. “You can, but nothing more.”

He gave me a warm smile and I rolled over onto my stomach and rested my head in my folded arms. He moved in between my open legs and I felt the rich pleasure of the hardness pressing onto my crack. He dug deeper and caressed lovingly onto that soft area between my balls and my hole.

“Oh David, this is amazingly good. Mmmmmmnnnn I could cum right now!”

“No, don’t, not yet.” Said into the pillows and felt the thrusts increase slightly and then he pulled away.

“Your turn. You have to try that on me.” He said as he sat back on his calves. Sasha lay down in the opposite direction to me and opened his thighs to allow me access to his ass. I pressed the tip down and thrust softly down and up again. My cock dangerously deep in his crack and I could feel him rise up to greet my motions. This did feel good and my need to climax grew. I pulled away after only a few short thrusts into that warmth. He rolled to meet me and I touched the tip of my cock to his and lay with him.

“Can we cum together?” he asked.

I nodded in the dark and he touched my cock and moved down to kiss my chest and then belly before taking it in his lips and licking the tip.

“Sasha….mmmmm” I moaned and couldn’t find the means to protest to this act at all. In fact I desired it.

Moving with my cock still at his lips I rolled over and faced his member as well. I held it gently and took tentative swipes at him with the tip of my tongue. He seemed more comfortable in pleasuring me that I was prepared to do the same. But if my attentions were not what he wanted there was no sign of complaint. Sasha shuffled to give me more of him and as he sucked onto my cock fully I repeated my light licking of the firm shaft in my hand.

We came nearly at once and the taste of him was new and different to my mouth. I sucked on him much more fully as he became softer and my cock throbbed in and out of his lips. We held each other like that for some time and then lay together and kissed. Afterall we had shared everything else that night.

A Dream Cum True

When my Mom told me we were headed to Connecticut for winter break I was absolutely psyched. I had just come home from my first semester in college and I couldn't wait to talk to all my family and friends.

Especially B.K.

I had grown up with him. He is my mother's best friends son, and he is absolutely gorgeous. He and I had always been close. He is two years older than me, and I have always looked up to him. But he's always seen me as the little-sister type tagalong.

I couldn't wait to show him how much I had grown up. He hadn't seen me since I was 16. Now, two years later, I was ready to put my plan into action.

While I was away at college I had taken up a basketball intramural -- and basketball is B.K.'s best sport. B.K. stood at six-feet, two inches tall, with deep green eyes and light brown hair. He's always kept in shape by basketball and was a great high school player, but I was determined to beat him in a game and win my way with him.

Myself, well I'm just five-feet one inch tall and have bright blue eyes along with medium length blond hair topped off with a set of 36C's breasts. I blossomed into after the last time I saw him. I couldn't wait for his reaction.

We pulled into Lynn's house around 2 p.m. My Mom went running into her house searching for her best friend and I walked around the back of the driveway to where the black top was. B. K was out there dribbling the ball. I stood there unnoticed for a minute just watching him shoot hoops, shirtless in his basketball shorts.

Watching his muscles rippling with movement, I felt myself begin to get wet. I cleared my throat and he looked over. His eyes met mine and then traveled south...hovered at my chest, then down and up again. He didn't say anything.

"Hi usually works," I said

"You've changed."

"Ah, college was a good time. I grew up and matured," I flipped my hair teasing him.

"Evidently. You're still a bit short -- but you definitely have grown," he snickered.

I darted past his side and grabbed the basketball and took it for a quick lay-up. I grabbed the ball after it came out of the hoop and just stood there.

"You wanna make a wager?" I asked.

"What kind?"

"Well, if I win, I get anything I want ... you win, you can have whatever you want."

He looked at me. "What do you want?"

I chucked him the ball. "You"

His breath whooshed out. I didn't know if it was from me chucking the ball to him or my blunt confession. I hoped it was the latter.

He walked around me circling me. I kept having to turn my head to keep him in view.

He checked the ball back to me and said: "Well I certainly have nothing to lose. I want you too"

We were half way through our game of 21 when our mothers came out dressed to the nines and told us that they were going out on the town and not to expect them back.
They were getting a hotel. I leaned in close to B. K and whispered "how convenient."

I was so happy my Mom decided we would stay our visit at Lynn's house instead of my boring grandparent's house.

We finished our game, and B.K. had lost by one point.

I rubbed it in face that I won, swaying my body as I was doing a little victory dance.

"You lost! The basketball master himself lost!"

"I didn't lose anything," he smirked.

We played ball for a little longer and went into the house around five. He followed behind me, and I could feel his stare.

"I'm going to catch a shower B," I said. I gathered some clothes from my bag and went into the bathroom. I shut the door -- but not tightly. I was hoping B.K. would wander in. I turned the water on undressed and slipped under the spray.

I soaked in the steam and started to lather my body wash on and I heard the door creak. I peeked my head out of the curtain and B.K. was standing there in his boxers.

"Are you coming or aren't you?" I asked him.

"I won't be the only one coming," he said and I watched him intently as he slowly slipped his boxers off. I was mesmerized watching him undress. His body was so tan and I could make out every single toned muscle line. It just served to turn me on even more.

He stepped into the shower and I backed up a little to watch this godlike creature ... the water bouncing of his hot body. I stood there and he held his arms out to me. I stepped closer and he leaned in to kiss me. After 18 years finally my dream had come true.

His lips were warm on mine and after a few seconds they parted and I welcomed his tongue into my mouth. He used his thumb and finger to hold my chin and move me so he could devour my lips. I felt warm sensations all over my body. My nipples stiffened and were rubbing against his hard chest. My body wash only making it more of a slippery pleasurable sensation. Both his hands slid down my arms and gripped them lightly pulling me up.

I felt his hard cock resting at my thigh. His mouth then began a journey down my neck and behind my ears. He tilted me back blocking the water spray and nibbled lightly around my breasts. I let out a moan of pleasure and he took my nipple into his mouth and began to suck. I had to grab on to him for I feared my knees wouldn't be able to support me.

This was the first time I had felt anything like this. I saved myself for him -- saved my sensations all for him. The only man in my life I truly trusted. And now I was in Heaven.

But I wanted my turn to play too. I kissed him back then slid my hand from his shoulder down his chest and stomach marveling the feel of his body till my hand was resting on his cock. I had heard enough stories from my college buddies to know how things were done.

He leaned in close and whispered in my ear how sexy I was. I turned us around so that the spray was hitting me. He stood very close to me and I started to test stroke his cock. Feeling the amazing combination of heat and hardness.

He began to toy with my chest. Teasing my nipples..raking his nails down my sides making moan out loud. He moved his hand down further past my belly and into my heat. He teased the outside of my shaved pussy lips. I was so wet that his finger slipped in and pressed against my clit. I jumped a little. This felt so much better than when I was handy with myself. I actually said that outloud and he laughed. He leaned down to me and kissed my lips again.

He asked me if I had ever done anything like this before. I said no. He just smiled and grabbed the shampoo. We finished showering and cleaning each other. I stood in the bathroom wrapped up in a towel just admiring him. His towel was swung around his hips sexily. I was biting my lip and smiling at him.

"What?" He asked.

"You know that rug in your den?"

I was referring to his basement den hang out room there was a huge bear skin rug. It just added to the cheesiness of the room.

"Yeah. What about it?" he inquired.

"There," I said.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked me.

"I've been waiting my entire life for you, and I'm not going to wait any longer."

That was all the encouragement he needed. He walked up to me and scooped me in his strong arms. I held on and giggled. I had always wanted a guy to do that. While he carried me downstairs I sucked his neck and kissed around his earlobe. We got to the rug and he lay me down. He walked out of the room.

I was about to say something but he returned quickly with candles. I had mentioned to him once that my first time had to be perfect; candlelight, music, emotions -- the whole nine yards. As soon as that thought passed through my head I heard a light dreamy music fill the room. He also lit the fireplace.

I never thought he would go for this but I was more then pleased that he had. I was sitting in the middle of the rug with my knees up to my chest. He walked over and began to dry my hair. He moved his body over mine and gently laid me down. He pulled my towel down slowly.

B.K. kissed me over my face and neck and every inch he pulled the towel down he lavished with kisses. Over my breasts nipples down my stomach and hips. He pulled my towel off completely and I made a small gasp. I was totally exposed to him and I couldn't be happier. He leaned back up to kiss my lips. He sat to the side of me and as he was kissing me traced his fingers all over my body.

From my neck to my collarbone, inside of my elbows, breasts, nipples, down my stomach and again he pressed his finger into me. He massaged my clit -- running his fingers down my lips. He leaned over me and kissed me. At the same time B.K. slipped is tongue in my mouth he pushed 2 fingers inside of me. I moaned into his kiss and my body bucked upwards.

He continued to tease with my tongue while his hand caressed inside me. He hit my G-spot which I had never had touched before. I went absolutely crazy. My first man-made orgasm rolled into my body. I almost screamed into B.K.'s mouth. My hands grabbed the rug. He chuckled when he broke the kiss.

"It only gets better from here," he smiled.

"It's pretty damn great here already," I responded trying to catch my breath.

He traced the same path he did with his fingers with his lips and tongue. I felt him cruise over my chest and down the sides of my body over my hips. When I felt his breath between my legs I knew I was in for it. He kissed me down my thighs and the inner of my calf to my ankles then back up the other leg. He kissed around my center then he slid his tongue between my slit. He separated my lips with his hand and slowly licked my hot pussy.

When he slid his tongue inside me I almost came. My body jerked up and more of his tongue went in my tunnel. He teased and teased avoiding my clit until I was begging him to. He finally placed his lips around it and ran his tongue around in circles. My hips were bucking trying to get him to suck my clit. He did. I surrendered to his sucking for all of a minute -- but my body was quickly overheating to his oral abilities.

"I cumming," I was screaming and breathing.

I squirmed and moved around on the rug and he didn't stop sucking till I stopped squirming. He then tongued inside of me, sucking out all my wetness.

"Are you ready?" he asked me.

My eyes met his, feeling our souls closer than our bodies.

"Yes," I smiled.

He moved over me guiding his hard 8 inch cock above me. He cradled me in his arms and moved his cock forward. I felt his head push between my lips. He grinned at me and slid his cock to the top of my clit and began pressing it against me.

He rocked it into me over and over again till I began to tingle inside again. I bit into his shoulder cumming hard again. He smiled and kissed me. He moved his cock down to my entrance. He slid his head in. And groaned.

"What?" I asked. Worried something was wrong.

"Nothing. You're just tight. Don't worry."

I held on to him. He slid in till he met my resistance. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear that it is going to hurt a little but the pain will pass into pleasure quickly.

"Are you sure?" he asked again.

"Yes."

"Alright."

He slid in me again and the pulled out and pushed quickly breaking my resistance. I squeaked from the pain, but his mouth was covering mine and he just held himself inside me. When I adjusted to his cock in me he pulled almost all the way out and slid back in. He kept sliding into me slowly. Long deep strokes.

He pulled out and asked me to get on my hands and knees. I did and he came up behind me and slid his cock in again. He felt so deep inside me. He reached around and started rubbing my clit. I felt my G-spot getting a work out. I was cumming again.

I started to moan louder, and then I came hard all over his cock. It was the most amazing orgasm. Feeling my muscles contract on his cock. Squeezing him inside me. He kissed my back and pulled himself out.

He told me he was ready to cum but he wanted to cum in my mouth not inside me. He kneeled in front of me and I licked the head of his cock tentatively -- tasting myself on him. I sucked on his head, feathering my tongue around it. Whatever he liked I did further.

I sucked him deeper into my mouth, inhaling harder and played with his balls.

"I'm going to cum," he grunted.

I kept sucking and he jerked his hips forcing almost his entire 8 inches into my mouth. I felt his hot fluid spurt in my mouth and I swallowed every drop. He pulled me up to him and we kissed for the next few minutes, smiling quietly -- occassionally kissing deeply.

I lay there with my head rested on his shoulder enjoying the afterglow. He traced his fingers around my body and we both fell asleep.

My dream had come true.

A Dove's Goodbye

"Alexis!"

Ice blue eyes met Alexis's as she turned from her drink. As was always the case, she stared, startled by their color and depth. Pale skin folded softly as a smile formed on thin lips. Velvety blue-black hair framed a gorgeous face she had fallen in love with time and time again. Even the slightly overlarge nose seemed to fit just right on that gorgeous face. Oh, how she could stare forever and not care at time lost, just because of those features. She blushed momentarily, embarrassed at being caught off guard by him. It seemed he was always doing that.

"Hello, Alexis." Seth whispered, his deep, rich voice caressing her much as his rising hand seemed ready to do. Indeed as his gentle fingers brushed her cheek, she sighed, wrapped in the bliss of voice and touch. "I missed you."

"You dork. You've only been away from me since classes let out," Alexis giggled, instantly angry with herself for letting her infatuation show so much. Anger dulled as she looked into those eyes again. Her voice still held a slight edge at least. "You didn't walk me to my dorm, again."

"I'm sorry, Dove." Seth whispered, his rich voice sending reality spinning once more. "But you know how busy I've been lately."

"I know. Where do you go all the time? And why do you wait until it's so late to see me anymore? You never did this before. I thought you loved me." Her lower lip puffed out, eyes widening slightly. Her father had always fallen for this trick, and Seth was usually apt to let down his ability to make her knees water with it.

"Well, a few things have changed recently, and I've been running to keep up." Seth smiled again, a dimple showing in his left cheek. The smile faded, and her stomach began twisting into knots. "Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"You aren't planning to leave me are you?" She was amazed at how steady her voice sounded to her. Inside, she was ready to fall to her knees sobbing. Losing him would destroy her.

"Of course not, Dove." His fingers stroked her cheek once more, and the knots were instantly gone. "Come on. Let's get out of here and we'll talk. Do you know of anywhere we can be alone?"

The thought of her being alone with him brought the knots right back. As much as she adored this man, she was not willing to sleep with him yet. She prided herself on how long she had saved herself for the perfect man, and if these past seven months hadn't proven anything else, it proved he was making a rapid ascent to being that perfect one for her. "Sweetie, my roommate left this morning for home. You know she always goes home for the weekends, and Angela's family had big plans this time. If anything, we'll have the room to ourselves for three days, if not longer. Monday is her birthday, after all."

"I suppose you're right." Seth smiled, offering his hand to her. She took it and followed him out of the club.

The night air was slightly stale, storm clouds from the past three days kept stagnant puddles everywhere. That mixed with the smells of beer and cigarette smoke hung in the air. A chill breeze blew through, sweeping her slightly wavy brown hair forward. She pulled a few wayward strands behind her ear, easing into Seth's side for warmth as well as the feel of him. He only wore a long-sleeve shirt, but he said that he never really got cold. His hand took hers, revealing the deep contrast between their complexions. Where his was pale and almost milky, hers was deep tan, never broken by tan lines. Before she could reach into her purse for a smoke, her dear Seth saved her the trouble by handing her an already-lit cigarette. One blossomed in his own mouth as they walked, smoke trailing across his slightly illuminated features. His strong, calloused hands felt warm against the chill of the autumn night air. Taking a drag of the cigarette, she began recalling accounts of her day.

"So, she left early?" Seth asked in a slightly bored tone. "I thought she was going to finish her classes today."

"I guess she just wanted to surprise her family by showing up early." Alexis shrugged. "You know how she gets her ideas and just has to overly dramatize things. I'm just a little worried. Usually, she calls my cell to let me know she made it home okay."

"I'm sure she just got wrapped up in whatever plans her family have for her." Seth murmured in his bored tone.

Two burned out cigarettes and three flights of stairs later, she put thoughts of her best friend, Angela, from her mind. They were there to discuss something serious, and she felt slightly worried at what it could be. She unlocked the door and pushed it open, her stomach turning summersaults now. Perhaps tonight was the night she lost herself totally to him. He closed the door behind him, moving to the bunk that was Angela's, sliding his shoes off and working his toes. Alexis hung her coat up, slid her shoes off, then moved to the small refrigerator she shared with Angela, pulling out a soda, opening it.

"Want one?" She asked, knowing she was stalling the moment. It might be wonderful news he was going to present her, but there was also always the potential for disaster.

"No, thank you." Seth said. He stood and moved to her, kissing her firmly, powerful arms wrapping around her thin waist. She felt herself falling slowly, a never-ending drop from reality that took forever and back. An eon passed before she could breath again.

She smiled at him, pulling back. "You, sir, do that too well for your own good."

"I know." He bent down, lips gently brushing against her neck, like the gently brush of a butterfly's wings. Her eyes fluttered and her knees weakened, but she pulled back again.

"Stop, you. Now let's be serious. What did you want to talk about?"

Seth paused, then sat back down, his beautiful eyes troubled. He looked up at her, and wanted to cry just seeing the pain he was in. She moved to him, sat down, and cupped his face in her hands. "What is it, baby?"

"I have to leave. Something's happened and I can't stay."

With that single statement, her heart broke. She forced back tears, but the pain she felt for him now turned inward. "Why?"

"Please. Don't ask. Just trust that I'm doing the right thing." Seth kissed her forehead, running fingers along her cheek. "I just wanted to tell you before I just disappeared. You mean the world to me, and I will miss you so much. But I can't stay here anymore."

"What are you saying? Whatever it is, I don't care. I'll go with you."

"No. You can't go with me. You have to stay here." He rose, turning to the door. His hand rested on the knob, not moving to open the door. "I'll be leaving tonight, but I just wanted to say goodbye."

"Wait!" Alexis cried, running to him, wrapping arms around his waist. "What aren't you telling me? There's something else, isn't there?"

"Yes, but you'll find out soon enough." Seth kissed her gently, then pulled the door open.

"You can't leave yet." Alexis whispered, stepping in front of him. "I have something to give you before you go. Something to remember me by, if you are leaving for good." Admitting she would never see him again after that was hardest to admit, even to herself, but she did it.

"What is it?"

She leaned up and kissed him deeply, a serious kiss. Her hands took his, leading him to her bed. She kissed him again, then slid back slowly, unbuttoning the top few buttons of her silky blouse. She looked up at him, watching as a new intensity took his eyes. A slight nervousness touched her, but she suppressed it. This was for him. No matter what pain she felt, she would not stop him. This was her first, last, and only time with him. She would not ruin it for him with fear on her part. She loved him too much. His eyes traveled the length and breadth of her small body, licking his lips lightly. Was he nervous? He seemed paler than normal, suddenly, and very unsure of himself. Alright, then, she thought to herself. If he won't start this, I will.

She pulled him closer to her, kissing him deeply, leading his hand gently to the next button, anxious to feel what this would be like with such a wonderfully gentle man. She smiled into the kiss as she felt his fingers deftly work to open her blouse fully. For such large hands, he had nimble fingers. Pulling away, Seth slowly worked his hands and eyes along her soft, well-tanned skin. Oh, how his hands felt wonderful against her. She shifted slightly, moisture building against the material of her panties. A tingling sensation ran across her body, sending ripples of pleasure firing through her like lightning. And this from a mere touch of his hand? She could hardly wait for the rest now. Heat rose in her skin, the fluttering a thousands of butterflies filling her tummy. She sat up at his direction, shivering as he slid her blouse away, nimble fingers working open the clasps of her bra. Soon, she was completely topless and in him arms, kissing him deeply, almost wildly. Never before had she been this way. Why now? Why with him? She loved him, but wouldn't that only make her want to take it more slowly with him?

Just from the way his lips played against hers, she thought her body might explode, but Seth was not satisfied with that alone. His lips slowly marked a trail from hers to her jaw, down her chin and across her neck. His tongue flashed out under a tightly sealed mouth. The flat of his tongue slid along her skin and she squirmed harshly, eyes rolling. Oh how she loved this. How she needed this. His tongue left her skin and she whimpered, aching for him now. His lips marked another trail from her neck to her heavy breasts, circling them twice each, then closing in slightly on her rose-stained nipples, circling again. Over and over he did this until she felt his breath on her nipples, but never moved closer. She could have screamed from the torment. He was so tantalizingly close, and all he was doing was teasing her! A moment's anger was suppressed under a wave of erotic heat. She hated waiting for it, but knew the anticipation would make her pleasure more overpowering.

His tongue lightly slid out, caressing the thick flesh of her nipple as breath rushed out of lungs she had no idea she froze in place. As if that were a sigh for him, he leaped into action, taking her nipple between his lips and suckling gently at it. Her other nipple suddenly danced in pleasure as his fingers turned and rolled and tugged it slowly. Another lifetime passed while pleasure built up in her, filling her completely. Had he continued, she would have exploded in sexual energy. But, he pulled away, switched slowly and took her other nipple between his lips, suckling. The already suckled nipple lay moist and stiff, chill against the cool air of the room. Fingertips pressed into it now, easing it again to a sexual peak.

Unable to stand much more, she groaned, writhing under his attentions. Oh how he knew what he was doing. His hands eased down her body suddenly, yet his lips and tongue eased along her nipple, sending pulsed of lightning through her, straight to her swollen clit. The ache between her thighs screamed for attention, but she was trapped in his web of control. Just as she was about to voice her pleas for his attention, he felt her pants slide open and the rest of her clothes slide off of her easily. His lips left her nipple, leaving it much as the first one, then followed a slick trail down her bust, across her abdomen, around the edges of her tummy, up and down her sides, and stopped just at the inside of her hips where the bundles of nerves made her engorged clit scream in agony of impatience.

His lips teased her once more, toying along the inside of her hips, inching down her body as slowly as possible without standing still. His tongue lashed across her inner thighs, edging closer and closer to her enflamed sex. A sound filled her ears suddenly; a moaning breath, emanating from her own chest. How was she so unaware of what she was doing while her whole body was screaming of what was happening to her?

As slowly as he made it to where he was, he slowed down even more as he finally reached where she wanted him to be. Emotions aside, she needed him now. She wanted him inside of her. She was going to scream, and didn't care who heard. Let them all hear! She wanted satisfaction! Instincts had taken over and she didn't care! She loved him, but for all of her, she needed sexual gratification before she was going to die from waiting!

A warm tongue pressed against her clit once, slid along its length, then eased away, cold air following immediately afterwards. She did scream then, a sound so piercing, it was a wonder she did not break the glass in the room. The air stopped and his tongue lashed out as her clit once more. And just as before, the one lick was all she received before the cold air caressed her burning clit. Had his hands not been holding her thighs, she would have crushed his head to keep that wonderful tongue in place. Her mind reeled as his thumbs began to play along with the cold air, tracing ever-so-gently across her thighs, stopping where she felt it most. Eyes rolling wildly, she could not think on any one thing at a time. Focus was as impossible as holding water with open hands. His tongue flashed again, and she flinched as if stricken. Cold air followed yet again. Why was he being so cruel to her? His tongue dragged across her aching clit and she whimpered as if in pain. Why did he not want her satisfied? Cold air blasted her desperate sex. Why?

As she was about to beg for him to not tease her so, a flash of pleasure washed over her body as he was suddenly inside of her. He was filling her completely, and she lost all sight of anything but ice blue eyes watching her with an insatiable lust filling them. Suddenly she was scared. A voice in the back of her mind screamed for her to run, but the fear dulled with the sensations of lust! She didn't care anymore. All she wanted was her satisfaction; wanted him to make her scream again! As he nearly pulled out of her, she moaned and whimpered, nails digging into his bare back. How had he lost his shirt? The details were still so fuzzy. He slid deep inside of her, filling her again. Life filled her soul! She was so alive! Over and over again, she felt him nearly fall from their mesh, then drive back into her, making her want more, making her want to scream!

Just as a strong heat built inside of her, from a place she never knew existed, she did scream. Seth looked down at her, eyes dimmed as if dead, and two pointed fangs extended from his gums. Her beautiful Seth had her trapped and she did not know if she wanted to run or lay there and let him do as he pleased, so long as he finished what he started. As he bent forward, she felt sharp pain at her jugular, and blackness rolled over in a swollen wave of agonized pleasure. Lightning filled her every niche! Her nerves wanted to dance and sing from the joy she suddenly experienced! Life was more! Colors were suddenly brighter! Sounds sharper! Her wails of pleasure filled the room, yet seemed hollow compared to the feelings she was experiencing! Life was coursing through her!

And as suddenly as it happened, it was over, and darkness rolled over her . . .

Seth sat silently, looking over the woman he had loved for the last of his human life. He had felt the same thing she had felt in his last, yet she would not return from it. The pain of emptiness would never be hers, as was his. Hopefully, she would meet with her friend, Angela, in Heaven. He had taken her first to practice what he wanted to do to Alexis. Strangely enough, he didn't feel sad at all for either of them. He was glad she had something more to look forward to. All he had now was pain and death. Odd how strangely at ease she seemed now. Her pale face was as lifeless as the doll she seemed to resemble.

"I did love you, Dove. But now, you have other things to be happy with; others to share joy with. I will miss you. Please think fondly of me when you fly with the angels." The last sliver of light that played across her face was soft light from the full moon outside. That was how he would remember his Dove for all time.

A Day Of Many Firsts

Let's face it, sex the first time for a guy can be awkward and a little embarrassing. I know mine was. Mine happened with the older sister of the girl I wanted to date, hell, tell it like it is, I wanted to bone her liked I owned her. She was hot, tits a little on the large side, but she had a killer ass. Not the older Sister, she was a plane Jane. Suzy, a tall girl, not great looking or fat, not a cheerleader either and their divorced Mother, Mrs. Rudy. I'm not even going to mention the hot ones name. What for, I never got into her pants anyway. Let's just say she was the source of many teenage boners and tug sessions. I hung out at her house a lot, just shooting the breeze and playing little head games with each other.

One summer day I went to her house and only Suzy was home. She said her Sister was out with another guy and would not be home for a long while but I was welcome to come in and just hang out. Little did I know, she had her own agenda. She started talking about things of a sexual nature and I was getting a chubby. She noticed the budge in my pants and told me that she was pretty horny herself. She said "we can fool around a little if you like". Right there in the living room of her Mom's house. She took off her tight jeans, sat on the couch, raised and spread her legs and said "eat me, come over here and suck me off, I'm so horny". Well, first of all, I'd never seen a pussy other than in a magazine, and second, I most definitely never eaten a pussy, except in my dreams. I was so excited; I thought I would blow a nut right there in my pants. I raced over to where she was, dropped to my knees and buried my face in her very hairy fuck box.

Okay people, don't laugh, I knew from all my male friends that pussy has a tuna or a fishy smell and I can deal with that, but what I smelt was not tuna or even anything that even resembled fish. It was the most vile, rank, repulsive stench I had ever had the opportunity to experience. I began to gag and I thought I would hurl my lunch right on top of that nasty cunt. It also had a thick milky, cheesy type substance all around her inner pussy lips. She asked me, "What's wrong, are you ok". Come on guys (and girls), this was my first time ever, eating snatch. Just because I'm not very well educated, doesn't mean I'm stupid. I thought, this can't be right, if eating pussy is so good and so many people enjoy it, there has to be a problem here. I was willing to eat a gallon of that nasty cunt cheese to get what I wanted, a blow job or even a fuck. Both of which would also be my first. You know what they say, you gotta take the good with the bad, and if this is what I would have to endure to achieve the end result, so be it.

I must have been good because she began to leak pussy juice pretty fast. I dare not swallow any of that sour tasting cunt spit. I just let it roll off my tongue and down to the crack of her ass. I must have pulled her cum trigger more than once because she began to buck her hips into my face like some kind of physco bitch.

I stood up and dropped my pants and she immediately buried my 5 ½ inch monster cock right down her throat and licked my nuts at the same time. God, that felt great, I didn't have to move at all. She had her hands on my hips and pulled me into her face, forcing my dick down her throat over and over again. Man, I thought, this is not the first time she sucked cock. She knew what she was doing. The stench of that rotten cunt was wafting up nose, throwing a monkey wrench into what supposed to be a pleasurable first, it didn't take long at all, hell I was practically cumming before she even had my dick her mouth. I broke a nut in her mouth and as I shot that first round in her mouth, she grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me closer forcing my fuck stick all the way down her throat. She held me there until I stopped spazzing like a mental. Oh my God, "that was fucking awesome" I told her.

"Eemmm, I love the taste of cum", then she said she wanted me to ass fuck her. I thought, what the fuck is wrong with this bitch, is she fucking nuts. Being a teener, my dick never went down, well not all the way at least. She told me to sit down, then she proceeded to sit on my dick. Her asshole was nice and juicy from that toxic waste that spewed out of her box when I ate her, so my dick slid right in. I knew she must have done this more than once. Man, she had no mercy on me; she just plopped right down on my cock and bounced like a kid on her daddy's lap. The pain was nearly unbearable. She played with her nasty little cum button while she drove my cock up her vary tight asshole. I was not happy at all. I faked like I was cumming, just to get the fuck out of there. She pulled off of my dick and spun around to catch the last remaining drops of my ghost cum, I could see shit on my cockhead and streaked down my dick, but it didn't seem to matter to her. She stuffed my cock down all the way to the back of her throat and sucked me like a Hoover. Okay, I now I'm really disgusted as she sucked the shit off my fuck stick. I've heard of people like this, I never thought I'd ever meet one.

I pulled up my jeans and told her I had to go, and for her to tell her sister I stopped by. She smiled at me and said she had a good time, even though I was a newbe to sex. I went home and ran into bathroom, first I rinsed out my mouth with mouth wash, then took a nice long hot shower, paying particular attention to my poor dick. While in the shower, I was replaying the events of the day. I thought of her smell, that nasty cheesy piss box of hers and wondered what kind of sick demented world she grew up in, where getting fucked up her ass and sucking shit off a cock felt good. It gave me the hebe gebe's, and are all woman like this.

I had to fly back to my duty station the next day and would not be home for another year. If you think this story was weird, just wait, it gets better, way better. No more shitty dick sucking though, thank goodness.

A Day at the Beach

Ami was nervous, tomorrow would be her first day at University. That meant making new friends and learning a completely new social structure, and she had not been the most popular girl at her old school. The smartest, yes; the one the teachers cooed over at exam time, yes; but never one of the popular ones. It was not that she was ugly, or had an off-putting personality. To the contrary, Ami was already becoming a beautiful young lady, and those who took the time to get to know her, found her bright, and even fun loving. However, that was the problem; Ami was so shy and studious, that very few people ever took the time to get to know her.

Now she wouldn't even have the refuge of her few lifelong friends to fall back on. She was going to have to fit in to a school where everyone nobody knew each other. She had seen how shy kids had been treated at her high school, and did not look forward to going through the experience again. "Still," she thought, "That's for tomorrow; today I get to spend at the beach, where no one knows anyone else."

In fact, this had the prospect of becoming a perfect day. Ami's mother had finally agreed it was safe for her to go to the beach by train alone, and swimming was one of Ami's favorite activities. Since her mother was a doctor at one of the larger hospitals in the city, she had grown up belonging to a swim club. She had taken to the water almost from birth. Now as she sat on the train taking her from her home to the beach, she glanced down at the package beside her. Inside were two brand new bathing suits, one was a blue racing style suit that she knew would cling to her body and allow her to move with absolute ease in the water. The other was the first Bikini she had ever owned. Made of the same Lycra/Spandex and Nylon material as the racing suit, its iridescent orange to blue prismatic material had practically shone on her body in the dressing room mirror when she had tried it on. Not that there was much material to shine, the suit's top consisted of two small triangles of cloth held in place by thin neon blue cords that tied behind her neck and back, while the bottom had only slightly more material covering her more salient parts. If her mother had seen it when Ami had first tried it on, she would have had a fit. Ami had planned to wear the bikini when she had bought it this morning, but then had suddenly decided she wanted to have a little more coverage on her body, hence the second suit.

Of course, with a racing suit, coverage was an almost meaningless term. Lycra/Spandex was a wonderful material for racing suits, which pulled tight against the body providing the absolute minimum amount of drag in the water. Being lightweight and very thin, it seldom trapped any air between the cloth and body giving it a very skin-tight silhouette. This of course meant that if you were not used to it, most people found that if revealed a little too much of the body it ostensibly covered. However, since Ami was a member of her local swim team she was used to the feel of the suits, and had never considered just how little the suits did or did not leave to the imagination of the boys around her.

That had changed abruptly earlier in the summer when she had spotted a couple of the boys of the team staring at her small but very perky breasts at one of the swim meets. Now, just two months later it had become clear, that while she would never be overly voluptuous, Ami would have one of those finely toned and very feminine bodies Oriental women were famous for, and she now had to decide just how much of it she wanted to show off to the world.

In the first bloom of a late adolescence, Ami had not quite figured out how to deal with all these new feelings and emotions that seemed to wash through her being at strange times, and she certainly was not in the market for a boyfriend just yet. Still the idea of seeing what kind of reaction she would get at the beach was intriguing. Just as the train pulled into the station, she decided to wear the bikini, for what was probably the forth time that morning.

The weather was perfect for the beach this morning, partly sunny, warm, not too humid, and with a light breeze blowing onshore. Normally this late in the season, things tended to be either too cold, or too cloudy to go to the beach, which meant that most people would have made other plans for the day. So, unlike earlier in the summer, there was actually space to spread out a blanket and not overlap with someone else. That did not mean that the beach was empty. In fact there were quite a few families and older teens present. Not far down the beach, a family was trying to build a sandcastle. Unfortunately for them, the daughter was an obvious ditz and clumsy to boot. How do you fail to notice that you had just made a tower on top of one of your own pigtails? A true "Dumb blonde" thought Ami.

In the opposite direction was one of the most beautiful young women Ami had ever seen, with long dark indigo hair wearing a traditional Kimono robe over her stylish suit. Obviously scandalized by the hentai remarks the old man with her kept making' she was calling him grandfather and was trying to get him to settle down, but it did not look like she was destined to have much luck.

After a few minutes, Ami decided that reading could wait for a little bit, so she got up and started for the water. She immediately became aware of the appreciative gaze of the old man, and a few of the teens nearby. "You see Riyo, there's nothing wrong with that style of bathing suit. After all if you've got it, flaunt it."

Blushing furiously Ami ran for the water, thanking whatever gods had made her decide on the one piece. The shock of the water as she dove in made her gasp at the cold, but her training took over and she started swimming strongly out from the shore. After a moment, her body adjusted to the water's temperature and she stopped feeling cold. Only the points made by her nipples in the material of her suit betrayed the chill of the water. Relaxing and letting the waves lift her as they passed by, Ami gave herself up to the feeling of pleasure that the sea always gave her. It was funny, in a pool she always wanted to keep moving, swimming laps, going off the diving board, or playing some type of game with her friends. In the sea, on the other hand, she spent most of the time just letting the force of the water move her about. It always seemed as if no matter what she did, she never felt safer than in the hand of the Ocean. Somehow, she knew that she would never drown in the open sea.

She was floating on her back gazing up at some high cirrus clouds and imagining what they looked like when she suddenly felt something pass closely beneath her. Righting herself to tread water, she looked around. There, not far away, was a fin coming straight at her. At first Ami felt a sense of panic, thinking it was a shark's fin. While shark attacks were rare at this beach that did not mean they could not or did not happen from time to time. Then the fin changed direction just enough for her to see that the shape was wrong for a shark, and it passed by her hand brushed the smooth almost silky feeling skin. A second later, a torpedo like shape leapt into the air beside her, spun in the air, and crashed back into the water showering her with spray.

Stunned, Ami realized that she had floated into a pod of Porpoises and they were playing all around her. In awe, she watched as they began to leap and crash all around her, as if giving her special attention. Ducking her head under the water, she opened her eyes and tried to see what they were doing under the surface. Gasping she pulled her head back up. That couldn't be right, could it? Slowly she lowered her head again and watched as two porpoises mated just below her.

"Wow, It's huge," she thought. "I didn't know they did it like that." Then self-consciously, "Ooh, I really shouldn't be watching this."

As if in answer to her thought, one of the other porpoises rushed by, forcing Ami to take a quick breath. Then another one came up and gently bumped up against her pushing her toward the shore. Looking up, Ami saw that almost everyone on the beach was standing together to watch her swim with the porpoises. Well that was okay, she was not in any danger, and it felt nice to be getting such special attention.

Then she felt one of the porpoises nuzzling her back and shoulders. Suddenly it grabbed the strap of her suit in its teeth and pulled. The effect was sudden and caught her by surprise, pulling her under for a moment. Looking around she realized that the culprit was a young female and one of the males was now trying to pull on her suit down by her rear end.

"Hey! Stop that!" she thought.

Coming to the surface Ami decided to start in for shore. She had barely started in, when the female had come up again and managed to get a better grip on her shoulder strap. Gently but with undeniable force, she pulled the strap out and down off Ami's shoulder. This was not funny. "If I don't stop this they'll take my suit off," she thought.

In fact, that was exactly what the younger members of the pod had decided to do. With surprising gentleness, but unquestionable purpose they took turns pulling on various parts of her new suit, as she struggled to keep pulling it back on, and swim for shore.

Ami was about 30 yard from the shore when the strap on her right shoulder broke under the constant harassment of the pod. A moment later, the left one gave way. Mortified Ami stopped trying to reach the shore. A racing suit that left little to the imagination as it clung to her was one thing; a torn strapless suit she would have to hold up was another. Of course staying out here with animals determined to see what was under that suit was out of the question too. Just as she realized this, one of the bull males came up, grabbed the top of her suit and dove for the bottom. This completely pulled the suit of her hands and down around her legs. Before she knew what had happened, another male had come up and finished pulling the suit off.

Almost immediately, the pod lost interest in the game and started towards the north, leaving Ami treading water just offshore and completely naked. To make matters worse, only the teenage boys appeared to be interested in Ami as the pod moved off. It appeared some of the boys had an idea of what had just happened to her.

Ami quickly realized that she could not come ashore here or stick around treading water. Because some of the boys were now starting out towards her, Ami began swimming towards where she thought he blanket was. When she started moving, some of the boys began heading back in to shore and Ami thought she might just get out of this without too much trouble. After all, there were two girls near her blanket who might agree to bring the new bikini out. However, as Ami swam down the shoreline, she could not spot either o the girls she had seen earlier.

Ami soon realized that some of the boys were now paralleling her on the beach, knowing that eventually she would have to come up where they could see her. This was not going the way she had planned. Yes, she had wanted to get the attention of the boys at the beach with her new suit, but walking out of the water naked was not the kind of attention she wanted. Looking back, Ami realized that some of the boys still in the water were better swimmers than she had thought, they had almost caught up to her already.

Suddenly, one of them reached out and caught her foot as she tried to kick away. She got away for a second, but it had been just enough for one of the other boys to catch up and now he grabbed her other foot. Then all four of the boys were around her, grabbing and groping as she struggled to get away. No matter how hard she struggled, Ami could not escape. These boys were obviously better swimmers than most and as good as Ami might be herself one day. Of course, boys were usually stronger swimmers than girls were.

Now the fastest of them got in behind her, grabbed both of her breasts in his hands, and tried to pull her away from the others. Another one grabbed her left leg and would not let go. In fact, he immediately began to try to fondle her pussy. Terrified, Ami opened her mouth to scream for help, but a small wave crashed at her open mouth cutting off her scream and choking her breath as it almost filled her lungs. Stunned, she went limp in the water as the boys continued to grope and fondle her supple form. How could this be happening she thought, "I'm going to be raped and drown at the same time?"

Then the pod of Porpoises had surrounded her once more, as they darted in and around boys forcing them away from Ami's body. One of the females began to push her up and in towards the shoreline. Coughing and gasping she realized that the Porpoises had not realized that their game of "Strip Ami" would put her in danger. From their perspective, the suit had been an unnecessary encumbrance, and they had simply removed it for fun. Now they had returned to attempt to repair the mischief their "fun" had created.

Soon the pod had pushed the boys back a good twenty yards, and was following Ami into the shore. Just as she reached the point where she would have either to stop, or allow the boys gathered on the shore to see her naked form as she ran dripping for her towel, Ami looked up and spotted a tall athletic brunette girl coming over the dunes. Calling out to the girl, she managed to convey her need for her second suit from her bag. Moving out into slightly deeper water, she waited for the girl to bring her the bikini. Meanwhile the pod remained between Ami and any of the boys that ventured into the water.

A few minutes later, her new bikini drawing several appreciative whistles and hoots, Ami ran for her blanket, grabbed up everything she saw and ran to the train station as fast as she could. Paying her fare and arriving on the platform just as a train was pulling up, she boarded almost before the train had come to a complete stop. Once onboard, she stopped and looked for the clothes she had worn earlier in the day. Slipping on her blouse over the tiny triangles that covered her breasts, she realized that the skirt she had worn earlier was missing. She must have dropped it at the beach in her hurry to get away. Glancing up nervously, Ami was relieved to see that this particular car was almost completely empty. The only other passenger was another young woman about her own age. Unfortunately, this girl was staring at her with an expression far too similar to the one the boys at the beach had worn.

Ami's face turned bright pink as she realized just how provocative her current outfit was. She could just imagine what her mother would say if she walked into the house like this? Oddly, instead of making her curl up into her usual self-conscious ball, these thoughts caused a warm tingly feeling to steal over her body. Centered in her breasts, and lower abdomen, the feeling was both unnerving and pleasurable at the same time. Unable to stop herself, she looked down at her body, where her nipples were standing out erect through materials of both her bikini and her blouse. The small iridescent triangle of cloth that covered her loins seemed even more see through than she had ever imagined in the store's dressing room.

A competitive swimmer, Ami had long been adverse to the presence of any unnecessary hair on her petite form. So back when her first pubic hairs had begun to appear, she had decided to use the same depilatory creams she had long used on her legs to remove this new nuisance. The result of course, was that now she could clearly make out the curves and folds of her outer pussy. As she watched, Ami realized that she could actually see the lips of her vulva expanding as the blood from her burgeoning arousal rushed to the area. In fact, her expanding clit had pushed its way out from between those lips and now stood erect against the suits thin material. The feel of her jewel rubbing against the cloth only heightened the small shudder of excitement and chagrin that ran through her body.

A slight noise made her look up to see that the other girl had moved closer in order to stare at the same sight as Ami. Blushing furiously Ami squeezed her leg together and struck her left hand down to cover herself, immediately sending an electric jolt throughout her body. It did not care why she had rubbed her engorged clit so hard, all it knew was the incredible rush of pleasure the sudden contact had caused. Her gasp was purely reflexive, and slightly louder because of the embarrassment that accompanied it. She had definitely made a mistake doing that.

As the wave of intense pleasure passed, Ami opened her eyes again. Startled she found that the strange girl had now moved again, and was actually kneeling directly in front of her. With bright blue lust filled eyes, the girl's gaze had fixed on Ami's hand and pussy. Looking up her eyes met Ami's and her tongue moved slowly around her red lips. Totally confused, and petrified at what had been happening to her, Ami simply gazed back into the blonde girl's stunning beauty. Taking Ami's silence as acquiescence, the girl reached out and pushed Ami's legs slightly apart. Then she gently reached in and lifted Ami's hand out of the way.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Ami heard a voice yelling, "STOP!!!!!" However, before she could make her mouth and voice work, another thrill of tension hit her as the girl's hand pressed lightly against her loins. The feel of her touch was so incredible that all she managed to get out of her intended protest was a very soft "St......aaaaahhhhh."

Ami had been acutely aware of the changes going on in her body for quite sometime, the warmth and tenderness of her budding breasts, the appearance of her pubic hair, and even the faint flushes she had felt as she looked at some of the boys on her swim team. These had given her a glimpse into the adult world of emotions and sensation she was finally entering. However, she had never given any thought to the idea of pleasuring herself, and what she was now experiencing had caught her completely unprepared. Despite her own reservations, Ami made no protest as the stranger's hand continued to rub and stroke ever so gently across the barrier of the swimsuit. Instead, she sat there awash in the waves of pleasure that were radiating from her abdomen. Then she felt the other girl's hand reach up under her blouse and begin to fondle her right breast through the material of her bikini. The added sensation was almost too much for the young virgin, and she came close to fainting.

Next the blonde girl's hands moved away and came to rest at Ami's sides. Barely opening her eyes, Ami watched as those hands grabbed the strings of her bikini bottom and pulled loose the bowknots holding it on. She heard a soft chuckle as her moist pink lips came into view. Ami barely even tried to resist, as the girl pushed against her knees to spread her legs further apart.

"Beautiful," breathed the girl, as she gazed at the flower now fully exposed in front of her. "I knew you had to be shaved." She reached out with her right hand and gently touched the folds of Ami's vulva. "I've never done this before she breathed," as Ami squirmed with the pleasure of her touch and her back arched slightly when the girl touched her tiny Jewel. With a nervous tenderness, the girl began to explore the center of Ami's burgeoning womanhood, gently rubbing and pushing at her pussy lips with first one hand and then both.

Ami gasped aloud as she felt one of the girl's fingers penetrate into her vagina.

"No! Don't stop," she said as the other girl hurriedly started to withdraw the finger. That finger along with the gentle rubbing on her clit had been an extraordinary combination, and Ami did not want it to stop. Now the girl added a second finger to the first.



"I always love it when my boyfriend does this to me."

"I can see why," Ami, gasped.

"But, I love this more."

The blonde removed her fingers from Ami's throbbing vessel and keeping her other hand on her clit, the girl moved forward. The sensation as her tongue made contact with Ami's pussy was incredible. The girl ran her tongue up between the folds of Ami's lips, circled her jewel and the slid back down her opening. She kept this up for several moments, before sliding her tongue deeply into the now moist channel in front of her. With a sudden and surprising rush, Ami's first orgasm was upon her. She screamed in ecstasy as her body arched almost completely out of her seat, and a hot rush of juices came streaming out onto the blonde's hungry face. Surprised, the girl found she liked the taste of female cum almost as much as she like the taste of her boyfriends and began to eagerly lap up every drop of it she could reach on Ami's totally drained body.

So focused were the girls on what they had been doing, they hadn't even noticed as the train had pulled in and out of a station. Nor had they realized that there ware now two men standing behind them, staring awestruck at the scene. The blonde girl's first hint came when one of the men moved up behind her, reached around and began to fondle her breasts. Startled, she turned and found herself looking directly at the crotch of the young man. Highly aroused by what she had been doing, she could not help but notice the size of the cock straining against the material of his pants. Without a word, she reached out, unzipped his fly, and tried to catch the eight-inch member that jumped out at her. Without thinking or saying anything, she took the tip of that rock hard shaft and planted a moist kiss right on the end.

Caught off guard by the speed of the girl's attack, the young man stumbled back to sit across the aisle from where Ami lay. Never letting go of the cock, the blonde scrambled over on her knees and began to expertly administer a blowjob on this new stranger.

The other young man found himself staring at Ami's all but nude body. He could see where the bikini top had been pushed up to expose her right breast and the last traces of her orgasm, where the blonde hadn't quite finished licking her clean. This sight and the smell of her sex were even more intoxicating than the sounds of the cock-sucking going on behind him. Slowly he knelt and took the place recently vacated by the blonde girl, who was now busy pulling down her own panties so that his friend could fondle her pussy.

At first, Ami did not realize that someone else had started to lick and fondle her. After all, her first orgasm had been so intense; she still thought they were alone on the train. Nevertheless, she began to gradually notice a difference in the way her pussy was being licked. The pressure on her Jewel was firmer, more sure, and the tongue seemed to be reaching even further into her chasm than before. Already she was almost as excited as she had been earlier. Opening her eyes for the first time in several minutes she looked down at a shock of short black hair between her legs. Her first reaction to scream was immediately overridden by the new waves of pleasure coming from this new stranger's obvious expertise.

Looking around, she was just in time to see the blonde girl, now nude from the waist down, straddling another young man and guiding his cock into her own dripping cunt. Since the girl was facing away from her partner and towards Ami, she was able to see that the girl was also clean-shaven. Even as her own body was responding to her unknown partner's ministrations, she watched in fascination as the other boy's shaft pierced the opening so obviously ready for entry. She watched as the head of his cock pushed into the folds of the blonde's pussy, parting and then sliding between the lips that seemed to caress and hold the sides of his cock. Slowly at first, then with increasing speed, he began to ram his cock as deep into the girl, as it would go. With obvious pleasure, the girl was raising and lowering herself in time to his movements, her breaths coming in short gasps of sexual delight.

Tearing her eyes away from this show, Ami looked down to see her partner watching her own reactions to the show. He was still massaging her pussy with one of his hands, but the other had begun to fumble with the zipper of his pants. Even had Ami really wanted to, she was too far gone into her own world of pleasures to stop what she knew was coming. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the shaft emerging from that opening. It was a least an inch longer and twice as thick as his friends mammoth cock, and the head had a deep purple color from all of the blood rushing to it.

In a strange mixture of terror and anticipation, Ami shifted her position on the bench seat to make entry easier for this magnificent prod. Unable to control himself, at the first touch of his cock to those swollen lips, the man plunged as far into her as he could ripping Ami's hymen with agonizing force. Gasping at the extraordinary jolt of pain, Ami's entire body convulsed and then relaxed as he pulled back.

"Oh my God! She's a Virgin," he thought, as he felt the momentary resistance to his thrust. In light of what he and his friend had walked in on, it had never occurred to him that this might be a first time experience for the Navy haired stunner. Nevertheless, the undeniable fact was that he had felt her virgin shield burst, and had not even been able to push half of his cock into her tight vessel. With a newfound appreciation of what he held, he began slowly pushing his member back into her warm and very moist pussy. Moving gently he pushed back in as far as, he had gone before, and then began a slow easy rhythm.

The experience of a cock inside her was unlike anything Ami had ever imagined. She thought she could feel every single ridge oh his shaft, and the slow pleasure he was giving her, now that the initial pain of her deflowering was fading, began to mount. With each thrust, she could feel him come a little farther into her body, and she suddenly had a strong desire to see just how much of this man she could actually encompass with her body. Instinctively she began to lift her hips towards him as he pushed forward matching his rhythm thrust for thrust.

Just then, she heard simultaneous gasps from the other lovers in the car. Looking over she watched as the blonde pushed down as far as possible onto her partner's shaft, and saw the sharp quick spasms of his orgasm shaking inside her overflowing pussy. Watching this only seemed to intensify her awareness of what was happening in her own body. She now knew that she was once again building towards orgasm. She could feel the blood flowing to her clit and the lips of her pussy increasing her sensitivity to his thrusts.

Ami was now taking all but a tiny fraction of his cock into her body, and the pace of their mutual dance was increasing. His shaft was so thick, that even now, as wet as her cunt had become with blood and her own sexual fluids, it still felt as if he might tear her in half. The pain and the pleasure were overwhelming and she began to slip into orgasm. Somehow, she reasserted control of herself; she wanted that last bit of cock in her as she came. Spreading her legs, she tried to make herself as open to his thrusts as she possibly could, and was finally rewarded with the sight of his entire cock sliding all the way into her pussy.

The feeling of that cock fully engaged with her pussy and his body meeting her swollen lips was too much for Ami. In a blinding crescendo, her body reached the second orgasm of her life. In reaction to the sudden release of her fluids and the contractions of her vaginal walls around him, the young man felt his own orgasm build. Within seconds he too came, spurting his own cum into her overfilled vessel. The overflow of their mutual release actually came spurting back out around his shaft as it jerked and quivered inside of her. "God! That was the best fuck of my life," he thought.

Exhausted and spent, the four young adults almost didn't realize until it was too late, that they would soon be coming into another station. In a flushed and embarrassed hurry, they quickly dressed. The silence was awkward as they stood waiting for the train to stop. At least the blonde had an extra skirt in her bag for Ami to wear, but beyond that, nothing else was said. No names were exchanged, no pleasantries passed. The Blonde was too embarrassed at her own role in starting thing off, and the young men too enthralled at their own luck to think of saying anything.

For her part, Ami was far too drained and confused by the day's events to speak. Her preternatural shyness, combined with the wonderful, glowing, aftermath to the loss of her purity, had left her literally speechless. In fact it would be much later that evening, in the privacy of her bath, before she would actually make any sound at all. Luckily, her mother was used to the occasional silence from her reserved daughter, and although she was definitely quieter than she had ever been before, she wrote it off to the natural moodiness of young women. Her mother's only remark had been to ask her if there had been some kind of spill in the ocean today, Ami had a strange odor about her. To this Ami was only able to shake her head in a way that was taken to mean she did not know.

A Date with Destiny

For those who haven't read it, this is the sequel to my previous story "Just in Time for Dessert". I must apologize for the delay in getting this one posted, but I lost my muse for a while.

Darlene smiled sweetly at the man her sister had loved for as long as they could remember. "I think you know the answer to that, Uncle Mark!" She looked at the beatific smile on Elizabeth's face, and knew that she wanted to feel the same pleasure.

Mark looked back and forth between the two smiling faces, so alike, and yet so different. Elizabeth, always the more mischievous of the two, still had a crooked smile on her face, staring with undisguised lust at him. Darlene, on the other hand, had a very serious look, belying the fact that she was just as interested in the games that they had been playing. A glimmer of amusement flashed in her brown eyes, but that was the only outward sign of her mood.

"Well, girls, where should we go from here?" His voice was teasing, because he knew the answer; he'd known them long enough that he could read it in their faces, now that he knew what to look for. "Despite what you may think, I'm no superman. I don't think I have the endurance to do that again right away."

The girls looked at each other, silently communicating. Liz pointed to the dessert tray on the table and said, "It would be a shame for all of that to go to waste. We really should finish it." Without another word, she and Darlene picked up the chocolate sauce and poured it over Mark's chest. They then began licking the mess up, alternating between that and dipping assorted pieces of fruit in the sauce and popping them into each others' mouths, as well as his. His eyes rolling back in pleasure, Mark leaned back in his seat, enjoying the sensation of their warm tongues on his body.

Their attentions began to cause his manhood to respond, but he quelled it, knowing that the anticipation would make taking Darlene's innocence that much sweeter. He had to resist the temptation, so that he would not make the same mistake he had with her sister. Smiling, he thought to himself that if he had it to do over, though, he would have done exactly the same thing. He had so much to look forward to which would not allow him to indulge in regret over not savoring taking from Elizabeth that which enriched her not (to steal a line from one of his favorite books).

As they finished their ministrations, he put a hand on each of their cheeks, saying, "You are both more beautiful than I had imagined you could be. I am honored that you would give me all that you have, and I vow to make both of your lives as happy as I possibly can." He didn't know what possessed him to make such a sweeping statement, but he knew the words were not mere hyperbole. His heart pounded as he looked at them, seeing anew that the girls he had left were now beautiful young women. Of course, these beautiful young women both had chocolate smeared on their faces, so they were not so far removed from the girls he had known.

With a laugh, he began kissing them, and licking the chocolate from their faces. Playfully, Darlene picked up a handful of whipped cream and threw it at Mark. This soon degenerated into a full-fledged food fight, turning the table, and the three of them, into a white, sticky mess. Before long, the day's exertions caught up with them, and they collapsed into each other, falling asleep in a tangle of arms and legs.

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Mark woke to the sound of the key turning in the lock of restaurant door. Looking up, he realized that it was 4:00, an hour before they opened for dinner. He knew that it must be Laura, the head of the floor staff, coming in to set up for the evening. Of course, she had known what was going to happen earlier; it was she with whom he had first tested out the "Nooner" dessert special. While their relationship had long been more than professional, neither of them even pretended to any sort of claim on the other.

Gently, he extricated himself from the center of the warm cuddle, the pile of girl he'd been so comfortably sleeping in. He wanted to let them get as much rest as they could now; he knew they wouldn't have much this evening.

Quickly, he pulled on his pants. Moving quickly, he reached the door just as Laura was walking in. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, covered in dried whipped cream and bits of fruit. It was all she could do not to burst out laughing.

"Well, you seem to have had a busy afternoon," she said, smiling at the thought. "Did you wear those poor girls out, or did they leave after dunking you in the cream?"

"I think the wearing out was mutual; those girls did things to me I hadn't expected. I think you have some serious competition when it comes to the best blow job in town." He smiled kindly at her, and she blushed, having heard that she was the best quite a few times from him. "We do need to get cleaned up, though. We haven't really had the chance."

"I'll get everything ready for opening, Mark. You and the girls take care of your mess. I came in a little early, because I know how much fun you have. I'll keep the doors locked until you give me the all clear."

"Thanks, Laur! You're a doll." Mark gave her a quick peck on the cheek and hurried back to the dining room, where Elizabeth and Darlene were still resting comfortably. As quietly as possible, he did as much as he could to clean up the mess on the table and seats, glad once again that he had found such easy to clean fabric. Luckily, he knew right where the cleaning supplies were, and before long there was no trace of their lunch remaining; except, of course, the two girls sleeping on the thick carpet.

He quickly gathered up their clothes, and gently leaned down to kiss each of them, feeling like Prince Charming waking Sleeping Beauty. He already intended to live happily ever after.

"It's too early. I don't wanna get up," complained Liz, sleepily batting at him. Darlene, on the other hand, became instantly alert and was on her feet in moments. Between them, they picked up the sleepy redhead and set her on her feet. Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, she opened her emerald green eyes and stared at them both, suddenly remembering where they were and what had happened (and why she was a little sore). Sighing happily, she slithered into Mark's arms, kissing him so fiercely that his knees buckled. Darlene, feigning jealousy, shoved her sister out of the way and kissed him, if possible, even more thoroughly. The kisses left no possible doubt in Mark's mind how they felt about him.

Pulling away reluctantly, Mark stated, "As much as I'm enjoying this, I need a shower. If you lovely ladies would come with me?" He inquired, extending an arm to each of them. "Laura, the dining room is all yours," he called to his second in command.

Arm in arm, they climbed the stairs to the office. Far from being a Spartan space filled with files and records, it was more akin to a luxury apartment. "I spent almost all of my time at the restaurant for the first few months the place was open. Knowing that would be the case, I took pains to make sure the office was a home away from home."

Despite the evident cost, the office looked truly lived in. There were books scattered on an oak coffee table; an overstuffed black sofa and matching armchairs; a flat screen television with a large media library; and even a queen sized bed. All of this, however, paled in comparison to the opulence of the bathroom. It contained a shower with two heads, and a separate sunken whirlpool bathtub with space for four comfortably--six if they're really cozy.

"Get yourselves cleaned up, my darlings. I need to make a couple of calls, and I'll be right in after you." The girls nodded, and Darlene hurried to start filling up the tub.

Leaving them to it, he went out into the office and called a friend of his, one of the best dressmakers in town. After exchanging pleasantries, he told his friend, "Gerard, I need two dresses delivered to the restaurant by 7:00. One for a tall, athletic brunette, and the other for a willowy redhead. I trust your judgment, but they should be as elegant as possible. I want these girls to feel like princesses. I know it's short notice, but I have faith in you. Here are the measurements." Realizing they needed their hair done as well, he added, "Oh, and bring Pierre with you." He made a couple of other calls: one to get theater tickets, and one to arrange for a limousine for the evening. He wanted to be certain that this was a night to remember.

Using the intercom, he ordered up dinner to be served in an hour, and let himself back into the bathroom. He saw Darlene and Elizabeth both relaxing in the luxurious tub, but not idly. Their bodies were angled so that they would have easy access to each other, and they were taking full advantage. The sight of the girls stroking each other, playfully tweaking nipples and kissing between the moans made him ache with desire. With amazing speed, he got out of his clothes and hurried to the tub. The girls were too engrossed in their fun to notice him, so when he leaned down to kiss Darlene on the neck as she was nibbling at her sister's nipple, she almost jumped from the water. She recovered quickly, and suddenly, four hands reached up and pulled him into the tub. He landed gently, held by the girls, and they maneuvered until he was between them, with an arm over each of their shoulders, their arms behind his back. Though his ardor had not lessened, he sighed contentedly and relaxed backwards into the tub, reaching behind Elizabeth to turn on the jets.

Exchanging a mischievous glance, the two girls pounced. Simultaneously, they began kissing his face, nibbling his earlobes, kissing down the side of his cheek and the arch of his jaw, and nibbling the base of his neck in perfect synch. It seemed almost as if they had choreographed it, and the sensation overloaded his senses momentarily; all he could do was sit back and enjoy. They worked their way down, and suddenly he felt as though an electric shock had passed through him as each of them took one of his nipples in her mouth. This caused a moan to escape his lips, and his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

The girls concentrated on his chest, teasing, kissing all along his pecs, his collarbones, his neck, but always returning to those sensitive nipples. They teased him until he felt he could bear it no longer, and beyond. For the first time in his life, he came without any direct stimulation of his penis. It was an amazing experience. It also allowed him to exert some control over the situation. Pulling the girls away from his chest, he kissed each of them, and then climbed out of the tub.

"That didn't really accomplish what I was trying for, girls. I'm still not clean, and dinner will be served in about half an hour. Besides, we don't want the evening's entertainment to be spoiled—we have to save something for the encore, don't we?"

Over their protests, he hopped into the shower, and though they followed, it was relatively easy to finish cleaning up. There were still kisses and playful squeezes, but they all kept their hunger in check, although it was clear that Darlene was frustrated by the delay.

Dinner was served, and they all ate with a ravenous hunger. There was plenty to eat, and they spent the meal talking, catching up, and making plans. Mark sat between the girls, allowing them to take turns feeding him tender morsels of meat, and bits of bread. They were interested in all the places he had visited in his travels—Milan, Florence, Paris, Vienna, to name a few. He wanted to hear all about their school, and their social lives, and all of the gossip of young girls. They whiled away the time, until there was a knock on the office door.

Mark opened it, and let in the two men on the other side. The girls were slightly embarrassed, being clad only in bathrobes, but the men hardly spared a glance at them. "So good to see you, Mark. It's been far too long. How is the restaurant business treating you," inquired the older of the two men, a slightly bent man in his fifties, greeting Mark with a kiss on the cheek.

The other man, a tall blond man in his thirties, went over to the girls and started examining their hair, pulling gently and moving it into different positions. "Such exquisite beauty. I will be honored to practice my art on these gorgeous heads." The man spoke quietly, with a distinct but un-placeable accent.

"Quite right, Pierre. These ladies are truly deserving of the praise our young friend gives them. When we are through with them, they shall truly be the royalty he feels they are. Now, we must have space to work. We cannot have you underfoot while we do our business." This was said with a surreptitious wink to Mark. Gerard knew his tastes, and also knew that Mark wanted the dresses to be a surprise. He had complete faith in the dressmaker.

Nodding, Mark went over to the girls and kissed them each on the cheek. "Ladies, these gentlemen know their art. I will be downstairs—I should put in an appearance at any rate. This is only a small taste of what is in store."

While Gerard and Pierre set up, Mark hurriedly got dressed, and the girls' eyes widened as they noticed that he put on a white tuxedo. Surprised, they wondered what was in store for them.

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Mark spent the next hour walking through the restaurant, chatting with customers, and barely containing his excitement. So much had happened today that was only now beginning to fully sink in. He could not believe that he had committed to marry not one, but both, of his best friends' daughters. He wondered how Jack would react to this.

All wonder stopped when the girls walked into the dining room. So, also, did all conversation and eating. Everyone stared, transfixed, at the visions of loveliness that had just walked through the door. There were a few muttered exclamations, and more than one jealous glare, but no one could take their eyes from Darlene and Elizabeth. Darlene's shoulder length hair was swept up into an elegant design, and she was wearing a strapless gown of ruby red that hugged and accentuated her curves. This was topped with a necklace of white gold with rubies to set off the bright red of her lips. Elizabeth's long hair was down, save two braids that ran from the front of her head to meet in the back. Where they met, the combined into one single braid, and it flowed so smoothly that no one could tell where the two smaller braids ended and the new one began. She was wearing a dress of emerald green, which only served to enhance the color of her eyes. It was cut fairly low in the front, and the back plunged nearly to her waist, exposing a wide expanse of lightly freckled skin.

Mark's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the gorgeous women he was privileged to have love him. Hurriedly, he made his goodbyes, and went to join his lovers, thanking whatever god had blessed him with such fortune. He escorted the women to the waiting limousine, amidst the envious stares of several men.

Once they were in the limo, they could not keep their hands off each other. Again, however, Mark enforced restraint, subjecting the girls to such exquisite torture by not allowing them the release they so clearly desired. He limited himself to merely teasing, reveling in the moans his actions caused. The limo was soon at the theater, and they had to stop even that for now.

Mark had picked this play not by happenstance. He had seen the performance before, and knew just how erotic it would be. He wanted to increase the anticipation of his lovelies. He was not disappointed. Throughout the performance, he could see their passion building until it seemed they could not take any more.

Once again climbing into the limo, they headed for his palatial house on the edge of town. This time, Mark did not stop any of the advances the girls made, encouraging them to do whatever would bring them pleasure. He stroked Darlene's leg, running his hand from her ankle up to her knee, under the flowing skirt. Slowly, teasingly, he moved his hand higher, until it was at the warm cleft between her legs. He stroked her through her panties, gently at first, but soon harder, bringing her to the edge when he slipped a finger around her underwear and into her eager pussy. Elizabeth, meanwhile, had slipped the top of her dress over her head, exposing her breasts, allowing him easy access. While still stroking Darlene, he began kissing Liz between her breasts. Teasingly, he circled her breasts with his tongue, moving over, then under, then back again, finally finding her nipple. Only for a moment, though, as he soon moved away again, teasing her with the anticipation. The limo stopped before either girl was fully satisfied, but they didn't care. The driver came to the door, opening it to let them into the house. Embarrassed, the girls pulled away, but with a wicked smile, Mark just kept going for another moment, only removing his hand from Darlene's lap with great reluctance. The driver smiled at them all as they exited the car, herself turned on from the activities she had witnessed in the back seat. She knew how lucky these two girls were to be with her employer.

Mark and the girls entered the house, and he had barely closed the door behind him when he all but attacked Darlene. Quickly, he had her stripped to her bra and panties, knowing that Gerard also made the dresses easy to remove. He would have to thank him. Elizabeth didn't need any encouragement. She shimmied out of her dress and panties while watching Mark kiss her sister passionately. Turned on, but knowing that neither of them were paying her any mind at the moment, she began stroking her pussy, moaning with pleasure. Soon, Darlene and Mark were as naked as she, Mark having long practice removing clothes in a hurry. He picked up Darlene in his strong arms, carrying her to the bedroom. Elizabeth followed, not wanting to miss any of this.

"Are you ready, dear one?" Mark asked the question gently, knowing the answer. Without waiting for a response, he laid her on the bed, falling to his knees in front of it. "I have to taste you, right now. Are you as sweet as your sister?" The last was asked half to himself—He already knew the answer. He had tasted her on Elizabeth's tongue earlier, and knew that she had a stronger, muskier scent. The smell of arousal was in the air, and with no hesitation, he buried his face between her legs, inhaling deeply. Soon, he was licking at her pussy, his dexterous tongue darting skillfully between the folds. He soon had her writhing in ecstasy as her passion overwhelmed her. Moving away, he watched her face as she subsided from her orgasm. Elizabeth, sitting on the other side of the bed, her fingers buried in her pussy, also brought herself off at that moment. The looks of ecstasy on the faces of these two women he had loved all their lives made it impossible for him to wait any longer.

Before she had completely recovered, Darlene felt a nudging at her warm opening. The anticipation, the waiting, would soon be over. Elizabeth looked on as Mark's hard cock entered her sister for the first time, ever so slowly. She smiled at the memory of this afternoon (had been so recently? It seemed a lifetime ago, as though her life had begun with that moment.) Though he dragged the moment on as long as possible, he soon met the resistance of her hymen. With one deep thrust, he broke through, and buried himself deeply into her. In and out he pumped, changing the rhythm and the pressure, bringing her repeatedly back to the brink of ecstasy, and then pulling her ever so slightly back from the edge. He wanted her to beg for the release, he wanted her to feel the most pleasure he could give her.

"Please, Mark, please! Don't stop! I want you inside me forever!" Darlene began babbling, begging for Mark to keep going. Finally, he could wait no longer, and began thrusting in and out more rapidly, hitting her clit with every stroke. He knew she was close, and, as if to confirm that impression, she soon began writhing, her body wracked with pleasure. She had never before felt so released, and this orgasm lasted longer than any she had previously had. The sight and feel of her coming had an immediate effect on Mark. He was soon in the throes of his own orgasmic rush, releasing his seed into her.

After their shudders subsided, he stayed in her as long as possible. Soon, however, she could hold him inside no longer, and he rolled over onto his back beside her. She laid her head on his chest, and Elizabeth crawled over to lay on his other side. With satisfaction, Liz watched as the two people she loved most in the world drifted off to sleep.