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I am a 36 year old married women and i have been fucking two school boys during their lunch break. It all started when i was struggling to get the shopping through my front gate and a 15 year old boy offered to carry my shopping in for me. He took my shopping in the kitchen for me and i gave him a drink of lemonade.

We spoke for a while and he told me he was on his lunch break and he was just off to school. He seemed quite mature for his age and i asked him if he wanted some lunch here. Unfortunatly he turned my offer down and went on his way again. I thought about him for about a week until i saw him walk past again. I must admit i did have a bit of a crush on him so as he walked past i tapped the window and waved to him. He waved back and continued to walk away. I kept looking out for him but i never saw him again for a while. Then when i was out doing a bit of gardening i heard someone say hi. I looked up and saw it was him and he had a friend with him.

He seemed a little more confident with his friend there and i think he wanted his friend to think that he knew me quite well. I told him my name and he told me his was Gary and his friend was paul. It was a hot day and i asked them if they wanted a drink. They came in and we sat down at the table and began to talk. We chatted for about half an hour then gary said that they should get back to school. I was a bit disapointed and i asked them if they wanted to come back tommorrow and the both said yes.

As they both walked away i watched them out my window and began to fantasise about both of them fucking me. The next afternoon i was getting ready for them and i brushed my blonde hair and looked in the mirror. I am slim and have a nice firm pair of breasts and i have been told that i look good. I knew my husband would be home late so i knew i could have a bit of time with the two boys. I had a pair of tight jeans on and a white shirt with no bra on underneath. When the door bell rang i went downstairs and answered it and invited my two guests in. They both sat on the sofa and i sat on the chair oposite them. They were both wearing black trousers and blue shirts with stripey ties on and i thought they looked sexy sitting there together. As we spoke gary kept on looking at my tits and nudging his friend paul at this point i left the room and went to the kitchen to make a drink. I over heard them whispering and i went in and told them to stop talking about me or else.

They both laughed and said or else so i went in and sat in between the pair of them. I told them they could talk about me now and paul said to gary "i think she wants it" and began to laugh. I laughed and said "maybe i do" and then i put my hand down to garys cock and rubbed it through his trousers. His cock was hard so i began to undo his zip and i pulled out his hairy member. paul undid his trousers and got out his cock which was smaller and less hairy than garys but it turned me on. I took turns sucking the two boys off while they pulled of my shirt and played with my tits.

The pair of them were tweaking my nipples and groping my breasts while i carried on sucking them both. I was sat in between two school boys and i was having the time of my life. I was wanking gary off and sucking paul when all of a sudden gary got up and undid my jeans and pulled them off to reveal my skimpy white damp knickers. He took no time in taking off my knickers and ramming his tounge up my bald pussy. I opened my legs wide and let him tounge fuck me while i continued to suck pauls cock. Paul then began to kiss me on the lips and then went down to join his friend sucking the life out of my cunt. They both licked me out and fingered me until i almost reached an orgasm.

I asked them to come upstairs to fuck me and then i got up and went naked upstairs and layed on my bed with my legs spread open. They both entered the room and stripped of and they both got on either side of me and sucked my tits. Then paul got up and layed on top of me and thrusted his cock deep inside my cunt and pumped my for all he was worth. Gary had his cock in my mouth and was pumping fast and then all of a sudden paul spunked inside me just as gary came in my mouth. I managed to swallow it all up. We spent the afternoon in bed together and they both wanked their cocks near my mouth and then they came in turn and i swallowed pauls load first then garys it was fantastic.

My two scool boy lovers fucked me in the arse hole in my mouth and cunt and they fucked my tits and i think they fucked me in evey position i could think off. I would have liked to see them fuck each other but the closest they got was when gary helped paul slide his cock up my arse hole while he was fucking my shaved cunt. When we had finished fucking the boys left and they returned the next afternoon for a quikie. I would fuck them near enough every afternoon and sometimes i would fuck gary on a saturday morning while my husband was at work.

Most of the time they would bunk of school and fuck me until my husband got home then they would go. I want to see them fuck each other and they said they would and i cant wait for us all to make love together but thats another story. If any one is interested in hearing the story please say.

Jake found her on the floor whimpering. She looked at him with the intensity of 10,000 flames. He picked her up with one swift swoop and held her gently in his arms. She could tell that he loved her. He could tell that she loved him. They were looking into each others eyes with so much passion. They knew they were meant to be.

She held him tightly and softly wept into his cotton gray t-shirt. He held her tightly and kept comforting her. She knew they could never be together, at least not with Greg around. He lied her down onto the couch and watched her doze off into what seemed as an endless sleep.

He opened the door as the doorbell chimed. It was Greg and he knew it. Greg pushed open the door and immediately grabbed her. She screamed , but nothing came out but tears. She knew she didn't love Greg.

Greg knew that he had to have her, and it didn’t matter if she loved him or not. He ripped her blouse and he tried to pull her off the couch. But then, Jake came over and told Greg to step off.

Jake hit him to save her. She ran into the bathroom and locked the door. They fought and each ended up in pain. Jake ran to the bathroom and asked her to unlock the door. Relieved to hear his voice she unlocked the door and fell into his arms from weakness.

He told her that she wasn't safe from Greg just yet. Greg was bound to become conscious soon. He hugged her tightly and went into the other room. He handed her his jacket and the keys to his car.

“Go to my apartment,” he said ,”and stay there until I come home.”

She kissed him tenderly and departed from the hell hole she called her home. Greg soon awakened and tried to get up , but had no strength left from their fight. Jake pulled Greg up from the ground and laid him on the couch. He then brought Greg brought him a bag of ice.

“I love her,” he said weakly.

“You have to let go of the things you love,” said Jake, getting up for a glass of water.

“But I cant , you cant have her,” he yelled. “

She doesn’t love you , you cant make her have feelings for you, it was her choice,” Jake said calmly.
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Take good care of her,” Greg said as he pitched himself up on one elbow, wincing from the pain.

“I promise,” said Jake . Jake got up from the couch and grabbed Greg's coat. He handed it to him and helped him out of the door to his car.

“I’m sorry,” said Greg and shook Jacks hand. “Tell her that I will always love her and miss her,” Greg said trying to hold back tears.

“I’ll do that,” said Jake , smiling and patting Greg's back.

Jake went back up to her apartment and grabbed his keys and left off to his apartment. He opened the door to find her sitting on his couch , wrapped up in a blanket. She looked up and smiled gently and warmly. He sat down beside her and gently kissed her on the cheek.

“He said he was going to miss you and that he loves you,” Jake said calmly.

“Well , I never want to speak or hear of him again,” she said.

“I want you to move in with me,” Jake said nervously, “J’ust so that he won’t try to hurt you again.”

She hugged Jake and said gleefully that she never wanted anything more then that.

“We can get your things tomorrow. You didn't have much and I have anything you’ll need here,” Jake said standing up and walking into his bedroom.

She got up and followed him into his room, curiously looking around. She opened a drawer and saw a porn movie and giggled. Jake turned around and saw that she had the movie in her hands. He turned bright red and tried to pretend that he didn’t notice that she had found the movie. “

You can use my car to get to and from work and you don't need to worry about food,” Jake said getting into the shower.

She smirked and opened his closet. She found a big, old shirt and slipped it on wearing nothing under. She laid down onto the bed and waited for Jake to come out of the bathroom. He walked out with nothing but a towel on and looked at her astonished.

“Well, I see you’ve made yourself comfortable,” he said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He stood up and fixed his hair. He smiled at her as he sat next to her on the bed.

“I want to thank you for all you are doing for me Jake , so I thought I could repay you with this,” she smiled as she lifted off the old , worn out t-shirt revealing that she that she was naked underneath.
His jaw nearly fell off as he looked at her gorgeous body. He got up and smiled, trying to hold back from pouncing on her.

“I greatly appreciate the offer, Katie, but I don’t think I am ready for this,” Jake said trying not to attack her. She walked up behind him and lightly kissed his neck, holding his sides as she pressed her naked flesh against him.
He turned around and ripped off his towel , unable to stop himself. He kissed her hard slipping his tongue into her mouth. She greeted his tongue by swirling her tongue around his , interlocking their mouths together. He eagerly pushed her onto the bed without letting go of her tongue. He moved his hands around her curves, pressing his body, roughly, against hers.
She started moving down towards his dick , which was long and now hard. He took the head of it into her mouth and licked it , swirling her tongue around it like a lollipop. He let out a light moan and stroked his hand through her hair. She then took his cock fully into her mouth , engulfing it until her mouth hit the very end of his cock nearly licking his balls.

She then started stroking up and down on his cock , not missing a beat. He followed her rhythm with his hips in time with her mouth. She sucked as she moved from the tip of his cock to his balls , still swirling her tounge around every crevace of his beautiful cock. His balls suddenly scrunged up and he let out a loud moan as his cum shot into the back of her throat. She choked slightly on his cum , some falling out of her mouth and dribbling down her chin.
She sucked him clean and then got up and rested her head on his stomach.

“You are amazing,” said Jake sighing in complete exstacy.

He ran his fingers through her hair and closed his eyes to rest. He fell into a deep sleep and then felt something weird was going on. When he woke up he found Katie riding his cock, grinding up and down on him moaning and groaning loudly.

He was shocked to see her bucking on him and grunted in pleasure as she went down faster and faster onto his cock , grinding as fast and hard as she could. She was at her climax when he cummed into her letting out a great moan. She gasped loudly and orgasmed as their cum intermixed. She fell down onto his body , as she collapsed, and tried to catch her breath.

She slowly got off of his partially hard cock and laid down beside him. He kissed her and held her close to him.

“I love you , Katie,” Jake said resting his head on top of hers.

“I love you too, Jake.” she said as she kissed his chest. They both laid there and dozed off , dreaming of each other, loving each other for eternity.

The morning after the enchanting evening with Harry Quinn, the MSU Spartans quarterback, Brenda Porter happily walked and at times skipped back to her dorm room. Upon entering the room, Brenda found her roommate, Constance (Connie) Von Rummel sprawled completely naked on her bed sleeping and snoring contentedly. Now in Brenda’s estimation Connie was one of the most attractive and gorgeous female body God has ever created. Consequently it was somewhat distracting to see Connie in the naked state but Brenda was determined to share her good news.

So she shook Connie awake: “Connie wake up. I can now say I am a woman and I might add a totally satisfied woman.” Brenda went on to relate her wonderful night with Harry as has been detailed in the previous story.

After Brenda finished her account, Connie smiled and said: “Congratulations Brenda, I am so happy for you. I knew if any man could overlook your disfigured face that he would be enjoying the fuck of his life.”

“Thank you Connie, I really think Harry does like me as he did not flinch at all when he removed my mask and saw how I looked. He gave every indication he wants to see me again so I have high hopes that my cunt will enjoy lots of cock action from now on.”

“Congratulations again, Brenda, it sure does look like you got yourself a keeper” replied Connie who had been sitting cross-legged on the bed remaining nonchalantly nude throughout Brenda’s recital. Connie continued: “Well while you were a virgin and not getting any I was reluctant to tell you about my sexual activities for fear of demoralizing you as you were so anxious to experience cock. But now that it looks like you are going to be getting some regular action perhaps you will be interested in hearing about my sex life including last night.”

“That was so considerate of you Connie” replied Brenda, “Yes I would love to hear your intimate story but first let me get out of this dress as it is starting to chafe me so, as I have nothing underneath. I had to get out of Harry’s apartment hurriedly after waking up as he had to go to a special rare Sunday morning team meeting. As we woke so late we did not even have time for a morning fuck sigh. So I stuffed my bra, panties, panty hose and slip into my purse but I deliberatively left my mask there so it will be an excuse to contact Harry should he not call”

“That is clever thinking Brenda you sure are a quick learner in matters of holding on to a man.” Connie giggled.

“Thanks Connie, I will also start the kettle so we can have some instant coffee” Brenda got off the bed, filled the kettle with water and plugged it in. She prepared the instant coffee and removed her dress. Then she got on Connie’s bed and also sat cross-legged facing Connie ready to hear her story.

If one were able to be in this room seeing Connie and Brenda one would be treated to an exceptional gorgeous sight of naked female pulchritude. Connie was a tall stunning girl, six feet tall. She had striking ash blonde hair worn perfectly straight and down to about one inch below her shoulders. Her blue-eyed face was absolutely lovely without any blemishes whatsoever. She was so good looking that her face alone prompted automatically a smile from anyone looking at her. Her breasts, perky pear shaped were a spectacular 40” D cup. But her nipples were something else. Her areola area was a charming medium brown centered by a raised mound and protruding on this mound was the reddish nipple. These nipples provided a special pleasure to anyone suckling them as Brenda had already discovered.

Connie’s cunt was clean shaven without even a hint of pubic hair stubble as Connie diligently kept that area absolutely clear. To augment the bareness of her vagina, Connie would periodically undergo a bikini wax. Thus her cunt had the classic camel toe like appearance. When her vagina lips were even slightly open or parted the light pink of her insides completed a splendid picture of her pubes. Connie’s rump was as perfectly round and absolutely pleasing. Being a tall girl her legs were alluringly long and finished with delectable feet complemented by toes that Connie kept painted.

Brenda, as had been indicated in the previous story, had even a more attractive body than Connie’s splendid one but she had a disfigured face as a result of a childhood car accident. Her scarred face made most people look away and thus she had been shunned by almost everyone. However as Connie and Harry had discovered, if you do look at Brenda’s face intently, your eyes will eventually focus past her scars and then discover a pretty face underneath. Thus when Harry after removing her mask and said to Brenda: “You are beautiful” he was sincere as his eyes discerned that hidden beauty. Her shining green eyes were the catalyst to see that hidden beauty and her sexy dark red hair completed such image. Despite Harry and Connie, Brenda’s self esteem was naturally low because of the constant social isolation but she was slowly starting to turn it around. The joyful sex with Harry certainly was a tonic.

Connie started: “I have to first confess Brenda that I have not had all that much more sexual experiences than you but I certainly have had some interesting ones.”

Brenda exclaimed: “Come on Connie, not having a lot of sex? You can’t fool me. First of all we had girl on girl sex, and then I am pretty sure you had sex with Spencer ‘what his name’ and then of course you met Bruce Fielding, the yummy football player, all within one week.”

“Yes well” continued Connie, “that week was an exception not my usual norm that’s for sure. You might think because of my looks, I would have no end of boyfriends. However it does not always quite work out like that in real life. You see most boys were intimidated by my beauty and those with little or no self confidence assumed that they were out of my league. The confidant ones thought that with my good looks I could pick and choose and thus they assumed getting into my pants would require some effort. So I think they were not willing to make such effort especially since they had all kinds of girls willing to fuck them at the snap of their fingers. Now I did have as a little girl playing doctor a sexual incident. I think I sucked the boy’s penis but as I can hardly remember it obviously it was not a big deal. Once I turned twelve though my body started taking womanly form and I soon became the best looking girl in school”

Connie continued: “Now the boys in school as soon as they got interested in girls had no problem in hitting on all the other girls but they ignored me in the main. I asked my older brother, Walter, why this was so considering my obvious sex appeal, and he said to me: ‘Sis I think most boys have their own self esteem problems and think they could not get a date with you never mind anything else. So don’t worry about the reticence by most boys. At least it helps you weed out the useless males. Anyone truly seeking you out should be a superior male confident of his self worth and hence worth your attention.’ My brother went on to advise that because of the fragile male ego that requires the man to master the woman it probably does not hurt if I pretend to be dumber than I really am. Once I snare a boyfriend there will be plenty of time to educate him to appreciate my true worth.”

“It sure sounds like you have a wise brother indeed” replied Brenda, “so how did such advice pay off? By the way I notice the coffee is ready I will get us each a cup.”

After Connie sipped her coffee she continued: “Well although some boys did ask me out on a date usually these turned out to be disasters. It seemed to me that my dates were overawed by me no matter how dumb I pretended to be. Invariably my dates were too nervous to be themselves, and thus my first sex did not occur until my senior high school year. Up until then all I got was a hurry up peck on the lips, a goodnight kiss in other words, at the conclusion of a date. Finally in September of my senior year at high school I got noticed by the greatest stud in our school, the school’s football team quarterback, Troy Hudson. I don’t mean he never knew of my existence before as I was acknowledged by almost everyone to be the prettiest girl in school. However because I had virtually no boyfriends my reputation was of being frigid and I believe I was referred to as the ‘ice queen’. Because Troy had a whole slew of girls after him, he probably never gave a thought about me.”

Connie continued: “Then one day we literally bumped into each other in a corridor of the school. During class change I was talking to a friend and was not looking ahead as to where I was walking to. Apparently likewise Troy was not looking where he was going either and thus we collided and I fell to the floor dropping all the books I was carrying. Troy was totally apologetic and helped me to my feet. We started talking introducing ourselves to each other but of course we actually were aware who the other was. One thing lead to another and Troy asked if I would like to be his date at a party the following Saturday night at a friend’s house whose parents would be gone for the weekend. I accepted eagerly.”

“Now Troy was every girl’s fantasy as he was everything one would want. He was tall at least 6’4’’ which was good for me since I was 6’ tall myself. He had rugged looks and jet curly black hair. His body was solid and he exuded manly confidence. Yes, I had high hopes as I was sure he would know how to handle me and we should have a date on equal footing.”

“So the night of the party came and it was wild beyond the standard of usual high school parties. The house was huge with six bedrooms and a good thing as there were lots of kids at the party. The family was gone for the weekend except for the host. There was lots of alcohol including kegs of beer. There were also lots of and all kinds of drugs available as well. Soon quite a few of the kids were throwing up as well as some passing out as they could not handle the debauchery. Now Troy did ply me with drinks and as I had previously decided to be cool, I did not refuse any drink offered but I did refuse drugs. Soon the alcohol had its effect and I was feeling no pain. When we were dancing Troy was very aggressive in pawing and kissing me. I offered no resistance but I was not getting any joy as Troy’s behavior was brutish and off putting”

“Eventually as Troy was confident of my compliance he led me to an unoccupied bedroom. He locked the door of the bedroom and I was getting mildly excited as I realized I was about to lose my virginity. I was mentally preparing myself to enjoy this first milestone of my life as Troy pushed me backwards to the bed. Without any romanticism he pushed my dress up and pulled down my pantyhose and panties. Troy then said ‘I hope you have protection’ as he proceeded to drop his pants and shorts. I quickly got a glimpse of his penis and although I was fairly soused I still noticed that he seemed to have a tiny one way out of proportion to his otherwise magnificent body. Troy then I guess mounted me and I felt his hand moving down presumably to insert his cock in me.”

“Troy then was vibrating his hips, grunting and his sweat was accumulating on his forehead and dripping on to my face. I sort of felt some friction in my vagina but I could not believe he was fucking me since I was sensing no pain which I had come to expect as a virgin. I realized he was indeed fucking me when he screamed ‘Come on bitch lets have some movement. I want a good fuck out of you.’ I was not really sure at what he really wanted me to do but I instinctively intertwined my legs on his but I still could not feel much. Soon though he expelled a heavy breath and rolled off me. Curiously I reached down to my cunt and with my finger I discovered there was indeed Troy’s sperm in me. I also noticed some blood so Troy despite his tiny prick had been successful in deflowering me. Since I was fairly drunk I always believed that my drunkenness was what attributed to my unawareness of Troy’s fucking as well as the letdown I naturally felt.”

“Wow” commented Brenda, “I am sort of glad of having heard this story as I had believed my encounter with Dick Evans was unique”

“Yes” replied Connie, “when you recounted your disaster with ‘no dick’ Dick, I certainly could empathize and it also gave me a new perspective on what I experienced.

“By the way did you have protection or were you just lucky not getting pregnant?” asked Brenda.

“Yes, my mother put me on birth control pills as soon as I turned fourteen. She was sure that I would have no end of guys fucking me and so she did not want me pregnant” answered Connie and she continued: “Anyway after a minute of recovery Troy said ‘God what a shitty fuck you gave me. I thought you would be better and instead I just have been wasting my time. I am sure you can make your way home’ and he pulled up his pants and left the room. I broke down in tears as I was unsure of exactly what had happened and why Troy was such a prick about it. As for my first time at sex it sure was not anything I had been imagining. Eventually I gathered myself together and left the party as I was able to get a ride from a friend of mine who also was at the party.”

“Because I had this Miss Goody reputation at school, Troy wasted no time in spreading stories about me. He convinced everyone that I had been stalking him begging him to fuck me. Then as a great favor he gave in and gave me a mercy fuck but that I was the worst lay he had ever experienced.”

“Gee Connie that was a real bummer and what an asshole that Troy turned out to be” observed Brenda. “What did you do?”

Connie replied, “I didn’t do anything because I felt it was no use. Troy was the star quarterback and without a doubt was the most popular boy in the school. I was somewhat popular but as Troy’s vicious stories spread no one would talk to me except my two closest friends, Antoinette Loos and Jennifer Gray.”

“So you had no social life?” asked Brenda.

Connie replied: “Well about three weeks later, another football player on the team asked me out. His name was Johnny Muir and he was very macho. He was a lineman on the team so he was big. I was curious about him asking me out but he said that he wanted to make up for Troy’s shitty treatment of me and that he knew that we could have a good time together. So I agreed to go out to a movie with him.”

Connie continued her story: “So the next Saturday we went to an early evening movie and when it was finished it was only 9:00 P.M. Johnny suggested that we go to a bar for some drinks. I protested that we would not get in because of our ages but Johnny had an authentic looking photo id of a girl that looked like me and said I could use it. I accepted and sure enough we were served. I ordered gin and tonic and became very high very soon. Looking back on it I swear Johnny must have put something in my drink while I was not looking because I can not believe I would normally lose all my inhibitions like I did.”

Connie continued: “After a while another player from the team joined us at the table. His name was Sloan Walker, who was also very good looking. I was not noticing how many drinks I had had but I certainly was not feeling very much pain. Soon the conversation was taking a lurid turn. Johnny suggested that he knew Troy had a small weenie from seeing him in team showers, and thus knew I could not have been satisfied. He assured me that he had a big bone that would not disappoint me. He went on to say that Sloan was also well endowed and that the two of them would give me the sex thrill of my life. Well the drinks and whatever else robbed me of any judgment but I also admit that having sex with two guys did sound appealing to me. Thus I agreed to the proposition.”

“During the drive to Johnny’s I was kissing Sloan as he was pawing me. I was able to touch both Sloan’s and Johnny’s cocks and was pleased to note they were big indeed. Once we arrived, Johnny led us to the basement rec room where there was a hideaway bed couch. Apparently the house was empty so I guess Johnny’s parents were away. Johnny pulled out the bed and told me to get naked. As I was removing my clothes Johnny got a bed sheet and fitted same on the bed. He then motioned me to get on the bed, lay on my back and I complied. Sloan who had gotten naked as well crawled on the bed and on his knees presented his cock to my mouth.”

“I opened my mouth and took in his long and thick cock. I stroked that part of his shaft that was out of my mouth and with my other hand gently massaged his sac and balls. With my tongue I was licking the head of his penis like I would an ice cream on a cone. After massaging his sac for a while I then started stroking his ass. When I did that I removed his cock from my mouth and tenderly swallowed his balls to give them a tongue massage. Meanwhile Johnny had removed his clothes and got on the bed. Without a word on his knee he straddled me and pushed his erect tool into my cunt. As I was still dry I screamed out ‘Oh fuck’ and expelled a huge breath of air. The guys just laughed and started saying some foul things.”

“Basically I remember them saying things like: ‘Come on slut move that ass lets have a good fuck. You love it don’t you? Yeah bitch you love my cock. It’s big isn’t it? Not like the little weenie of Troy’s. No you got a real cock now.’ I had to admit to myself that their cocks were good and big and yes quite an improvement on Troy. As soon as my cunt started getting wet from Johnny’s cock the fucking was becoming pleasurable and I started automatically moving my hips to meet his thrusts. Sloan had moved his knees around my head so he could play with my boobs by reaching forwardly for them. In this position Johnny was furiously banging my cunt while Sloan was sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. I once again reached for Sloan’s ass but this time I stuck three of my fingers into his ass hole and he started spurting his cum into my mouth as soon as I got all those fingers completely in him. God did he have a lot of sperm as I gobbled it all up. Then Johnny started to scream ‘here it is cunt all my cum for you’ and I felt the added wetness of his sperm into my cunt.”

“Why the hell didn’t we fly instead of drive?” Eric asked Alysia, his voice laden with his anger and frustration.

She couldn’t help but feel bad. He was a salesman for a large software company so he was on the road a lot. With work he drove daily to cover his regional area and she knew he hated traffic. It was her fault that they drove and she knew it. It was obvious that he was annoyed at the deadlock that they found themselves in, in the middle of nowhere, and she felt guilty. They had passed the nearest city forty-five minutes earlier so the traffic was unexpected. “It isn’t even rush hour,” he added.

Alysia knew that her job on these trips was to keep him awake and calm. She appreciated the fact that he took on the burden of driving, since she hated staring at the road ahead. For some reason her eyelids got heavy within twenty minutes, regardless of the time of day. It was appreciated even more so since he did it on a daily basis.

“I know it’s frustrating, honey, but it’ll clear soon. Don’t worry.” Her voice was soft and comforting and she lightly touched his arm hoping the contact would further calm him.

He grunted and she knew that he didn’t fully agree but seemed to appreciate the soothing tone in her voice and optimistic viewpoint. Eric was a sweet guy usually, but traffic was his nemesis. He was terribly romantic, always thoughtful and usually put her needs before his own, which was why they were not flying. Flying terrified her and he knew it. He flew often but rarely pushed the issue with her. So he obliged her by agreeing to drive for this vacation.

They had just finished a week’s vacation in Atlanta and had been on the road for almost nine hours already. She didn’t want to agree with him, that they should have flown in the first place, until after they got home. By the time they would reach home, the drive should have taken them twelve hours but that’s without the delay they found themselves in. They were anxious to get home, and get comfortable, but they had a long way to travel yet. It was still warm outside, even at six in the evening, so they opened their windows and turned the air off. The gagging stench of exhaust fumes wafted through the open windows. They were assaulted by the plethora of loud music pouring from the other vehicles in the long line of cars. It was an eclectic mix of country, rap and other music. It all got lost in the jumble so much that soon Alysia’s ears couldn’t decipher any individual style of music that was actually playing.

“I can’t see an end to this shit!” he exclaimed.

“Maybe there was an accident ahead,” she replied. It was her way of offering a reason for the kink in the traffic flow. “I just hope that if there was, that no one was seriously hurt.”

“Yeah,” he grumbled. “I don’t hear any sirens.” After a short, silent pause he added, “I bet someone is just changing their tire alongside the road and every asshole who drives by feels compelled to slow down and look at them, damned rubber-neckers!”

“Oh stop it. Our house isn’t going anywhere. We’ll be out of this in no time.”

“Easy enough for you to say, you don’t have to drive.”

That comment shut her up, as he meant it to. She wasn’t sure she believed that they would be out of the traffic soon but was at least trying to be optimistic. Finally, when she realized that her hurt feelings couldn’t be ignored, she replied, “There’s no need to take your frustration out on me. I’m not responsible for the traffic.”

He huffed, appearing to realize that he was needlessly lashing out at her. “I shouldn’t yell at you, honey. This traffic isn’t your fault. I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right, this time,” she said with a smirk. “But don’t think you can get away with barking at me like that on a regular basis, buddy.” She winked at him playfully and her eyes twinkled. The thing she could do best of all with Eric was arouse him with just a look. She was banking on doing it often on this trip home, as a promise of repayment for the torturously long time he would have ultimately driven.

He laughed and seemed to relax more, which made her happy.

It had taken them forty-five minutes to travel only eight miles. She kept craning her neck while she looked out the window, hoping, and praying, that the bend just ahead would be where the traffic would end and the road would open up. Finally they made it to the bend and, just as she had hoped, the road cleared and the cars began to move faster until they were moving at the speed-limit again. There was no accident or any other reason, which they could see, for the slow down but they were out of it. They turned their attention to reading the map to see if there were any junctions to keep watch for, in the near future.

They had driven another hour when the cola that Alysia had consumed, while they inched their way through the traffic, announced its presence. She longed for a rest stop and before she reached the point where she couldn’t stand it any longer said, “I hate to tell you this, honey, since we’re moving so well, but I need you to stop at the next rest stop. I drank too much cola.”

“That’s all right. I need to stop myself.” His voice was calmer and his smile showed his dimples. There, she thought, My snuggle-bear is coming back again.

The sign for the next rest stop finally appeared and they took the exit ramp. After parking to the left of the building that housed the public restrooms he asked, “Do you have your keys, just in case you’re finished before me?”

She laughed and replied, “You know you’ll be out before me. But, yes, I do have my keys.”

While they walked to the sidewalk, she heard the chirp from the car when Eric locked the doors and set the car alarm. He disappeared into the men’s restroom and she entered the ladies room. The public restrooms at rest stops actually made her skin crawl but she really had to go. Once relieved, she washed her hands and then checked herself out in the full-length mirror.

Her long, strawberry-blonde hair was pulled up into a sporty ponytail. She leaned closer to the mirror to check her makeup and was pleased that the eyeliner and such had not run. Her creamy skin looked fresh and her eye-shadow looked crisp and still highlighted her almond-shaped, emerald-green eyes. Her white, casual t-shirt wasn’t mussed too much. Turning this way and that, she straightened her pleated, navy-blue athletic skirt. It resembled something a woman would wear while playing tennis and it made her look cute and sporty. The outfit was completed by her short white socks and tennis shoes.

The outfit wasn’t just chosen because most of her clothes she had packed were already worn, it was also selected with an ulterior motive. The past week had been refreshing for them, filled with sightseeing and hot sex. It had been like a delicious, sex-filled honeymoon. In fact, she was still feeling quite amorous and hoped to tempt him on the drive home by exposing her smooth, silky legs. So far he had been transfixed on the road, and rightfully so, but she planned to up the temptation. An idea flashed in her mind and her pearly whites flashed back at her in the mirror. She ducked back into a stall and removed her bikini panties, ignoring her disgust for her surroundings, and hid them within the grip of her small fist.

She felt wickedly devious when she emerged from the bathroom with a huge and alluring grin pursing her lips. Her hips swayed when she walked, causing the skirt to tickle her skin as it hit the back of her thighs. The sensation made her wonder if she was exposing her bare bottom when it swished. The breeze that found its way up the skirt, to her exposed sex, was invigorating and she really looked forward to getting back on the road. It was after seven o’clock but was still pretty light out. She walked down to the sidewalk that paralleled the parked vehicles. A police vehicle was parked in front of the junction and a young officer, with dark hair and sunglasses, passed by Alysia. Her smile broadened and she said “Hi,” as they crossed paths. She heard him reply, in kind, and she giggled to herself. She had no idea that his head had turned and he was watching her as she walked away, and she didn’t care. Her mind was myopic in its thought process. She was going to seduce her husband when they drove home. It was a delicious secret that she harbored.

Eric was already sitting in the car, waiting for her and she climbed in.

“That cop was watching your ass the whole way back to the car,” he said with a mixture of irritation and pride.

“Really?” she asked with an amused laugh. “I doubt that.”

“Oh, he was,” he replied with a chuckle.

“Whatever, lets get going.” She was anxious and didn’t want to converse about a cop when she wanted to get her plan into action.

They began to drive and she found herself admiring her husband from the side. His dark hair was short and clean cut. His goatee gave him a sinister, yet handsome, look. As she gazed at him she realized how deceiving the goatee was because it masked his tender side, but it turned her on. His olive skin was flecked with a freckle here and there and his nose was perfect in size and shape with one small bump on the bridge where it had been broken once. She loved how his long dark lashes framed his delicious, chocolate-brown eyes. The way his lower lip puffed out made her want to suck on it while she was riding him like she did every time she was on top. She had been staring a bit longer than she realized because he turned and said, “What?”

A large smile broadened on her face and she replied, “Nothing. I was just looking at you.”

“Well, you’re freaking me out. Is there something on my face or something?” She knew him better than anyone else and she knew what his smile and the glimmer in his eye meant. It meant that he enjoyed her gazing at him, despite his words.

“No, I was just imagining kissing you.”

His laugh sound like “Mmm,” and she knew that the first step was achieved.


Chapter 2


Alysia had her hands on her knees when she shifted her focus from Eric and back to the road ahead. The sun was beginning to make its slide toward the western horizon but it was still light out. She needed the light for the next step so she didn’t waste any time moving her seduction forward.

Her hands began to caress her knees and then up her thighs. In response, she let out a small groan to make her actions apparent to him. She began to move the hem of her skirt up to expose more and more of her soft, supple thighs for his appreciative gaze.

“What are you doing?” he asked sounding more intrigued than irritated.

“Having fun, why? Do you want me to stop?”

“Oh no, be my guest. Have as much fun as you want.” Her smile met his and she knew he was appreciating the show. When she was sure he was anticipating her next move she slid the skirt up high enough so to show her exposed sex to him.

“You minx!” he replied voicing his surprise at seeing her without panties. It was followed by an animalistic growl when her hand moved over her trimmed tuft of hair, just above her bare lips. She then slipped a finger into her wet center. Her finger was stirring her juices and she brought the finger up to her lips to lick off the nectar and then plunged the finger back into her pussy. She saw him shift in his seat in her peripheral vision and she let out a quiet, sinister laugh. When she removed her finger from within her once more, it glistened with her juices. With passion-filled eyes, she turned and locked her gaze on him. Then she offered her finger to him to lick clean. He obliged her silent request and groaned. She could see his arousal tenting in his khaki shorts but went back to work on herself.

Lexa grabbed the bed sheets with her clenched fists while she lay on her stomach. Her feet were on the floor and she was bent at the waist. Her body rubbed against the sheets, moving forward and back while Rob pounded into her pussy from behind. There was no talking, just the sound of the music in the other room and the noise of their bodies smacking together.

Her eyes were closed, because she focused on the pleasure this gorgeous man bestowed upon her. She had cum many times in the last forty-five minutes of their sweaty coupling. She was shocked when she felt another one approach. He was rubbing her G-Spot as he moved in and out of her wet dripping pussy. This was her favorite position. With her feet on the floor she raised up on her tippy toes to angle her ass slightly in the air. She loved this angle, there was just something about it that allowed a man to bring her to multiple orgasms. Without thought she reached her right hand down between her legs and teased her clit. Lexa felt him grab her hips and pound with animal vigor and increased speed. They both were lost in the pleasure of their joining and Lexa began to scream, as the ecstasy was too much to contain her shouts.

She heard a stirring in the dim lit corner of the room and tried to look. But his pounding cock pulled her attention back from the mysterious sound in the corner. Once again she focused on rotating two fingers over her raised clit as she gasped and moaned. She heard from behind her, a guttural growl. The primitive sound that she heard coming from him let her know she was pleasuring her partner. She was aware of how the black satin sheets felt on her bare breasts, his musky smell and the sound of the rock music he had playing loudly in the other the other room. “Does it drown out my screams,” she wondered briefly.

Lexa rotated her hips with each penetration. Her clit was tickled and his shaft was rubbing her G-Spot. Her rotations continued and all the sensations overwhelmed her. Her focus was not on anything else in the room. Her focus was on her pussy and him in it. The tingle started to spread through her pussy walls and she increased the friction on her clit. She felt his hand grab her long hair, to seemingly help hold her in place with one hand. The other hand grabbed her thigh and that was enough for her. Her constant moans had grown to yells and screams as the orgasm reached full power. She buried her mouth into the sheets to try to drown out the sound, but was pulled up by her hair to keep her mouth off the mattress. The screams escaped her mouth superceding the loud music.

Lexa saw the man in the shadow after her scream. He was in the corner, jacking off, and he was watching Lexa and Rob orgasm together. Her pussy pulsated involuntarily and her molten juices spilled and gushed from her dripping down her legs. Both of Rob’s hands grabbed her hips, pulling her and holding her. He seemed to want to touch as deep inside her as he could and with a few more thrusts she was held in place by his grip. She felt his cock swell, waxing and waning, as his fluid shot into her. She heard him yell, “Oh damn!” The influx of his cum continued as she squeezed her pussy walls to drain every drop from his sensitive tip.

Her head was tilted with a cheek on the soft sheets. She watched the stranger in the corner now, as his hand was quickly moving over his shaft. She could only make out the shadows of him and his actions. Only seconds after Rob filled her to her core, the dark figure shot his cum out onto the carpet in streams. It seemed he was looking right into Lexa’s eyes. She was amused and curled the corners of her lips into a smirk; amused that someone would get off by watching her fuck someone, but for some reason the thought gave her pleasure. Rob smacked her butt as she tried to stand on her weak and wobbly legs. Their cocktail of juices seeped out of her and down the inside of her thighs as she scampered off to the master bathroom. She decided to shower and stepped into the cascading hot water. Rob’s bathroom was luxurious and urban. The cream and black tiles and accoutrements showed the style of the man who lived there.

She stood under the hot water and lathered her smooth skin and began to wonder, "Who is the guy in the corner?” Then she thought back to how the night began…

Alexandra, Lexa to her friends, was 28 and recently divorced. She had been trying to get out on the town as often as possible. Her ex-husband was an overbearing control freak. He could not stand her out of his sight, not even at a party together. She lived with it so long that it seemed normal to her. She was striking in her beauty at 5’4” tall, with long corn-silk blonde hair. Her firm body was the product of discipline and vanity. Lexa knew she turned heads just by walking by someone, no matter what she wore. All her clothes were short or tight, so she felt his possessiveness was somewhat justified.

It was when he turned physically abusive that Lexa knew she was done. The night he beat her severely and raped her was when her love and obligation to him died. She packed some bags that night with her swollen eyes and black and blue marks. She was limping and crying as he puffed on his cigarette on the back deck. The rest of her belongings were removed under the watchful eye of a police escort, and she did not see him again until the divorce proceedings.

Working in a law firm as a paralegal had its benefits. Lexa took her wife-beating, piece-of-shit husband through the coals and took a large part of his sizable earnings.

It was a Friday, and an attorney she paralegaled for had tickets for the local Major League Baseball Team. His kids took ill, so he subsequently dropped the tickets in Lexa's lap. No one else in her firm wanted them, since the team was not great. The team had no chance for the playoffs with only 3 games left in the regular season. Lexa phoned her best friend, and two other friends, and they changed their plans for the evening.

Two rows back from the home-team’s dugout, Lexa and her friends wiggled into their seats. They perused the people around them eyeing all the cute guys. None of the girls were really dressed for a baseball game. Every venture out held the possibility of meeting a guy, so they always dressed well and primped. All the girls wore short skirts and tight tops or camisoles tops. Lexa loved high-heeled shoes and how they made her firm ass look. She was in her short denim skirt and black camisole top with knit overlay. Her black heels lifted her calves and whole back side in an attractive way. Her new-found freedom put color in her cheeks and a new glint in her hazel-green eyes.

Lexa and her friends watched the baseball players practice before the game began. She realized that there were quite a few hot ball players on this sub-par team. Young, handsome and dressed in uniform, just the way she liked her men. The eye candy before her was well worth the trip out, and her smile broadened as she fidgeted in her stadium seat.

The girls laughed and carried on as they discussed which guy was hotter. Lexa announced that #4 & #12 were, by far, the most gorgeous. She watched their firm athletic bodies as they warmed up. Game time approached, and the guys headed toward the dugout. “Goody,” Lexa clapped, “a closer look.” As the guys filed in, she saw people tossing hats and balls and such with sharpies over the dugout for autographs and she got a bright idea. She slipped out of her tiny pink thong in her seat, to her friends surprising gasps and giggles. Lexa hurriedly rushed to the line of fans and pulled out a slip of paper from her little purse.

She smiled at a guy nearby and asked, “May I borrow your sharpie?” He looked at her panties in her hand, smiled and blushed. He responded, “Sure,” with a twinkle in his eye. She sat on the dugout carefully, since she was in a short skirt with no panties on. She did not want to put on a show with all the kids around. On the paper she wrote, “#4 & #12 could you please sign these ;) Lexa.” She then dropped the sharpie with the panties and note over the edge and stood up to wait. 20 seconds passed and then she saw players, one by one, step out to peak at her, looking up smiling. She blushed slightly, but stood tall, waiting for her autographed panties to return.

She saw #4 and #12 step back and they were smiling at her, then at each other. She was excited to garner their attention and sat once again on the dugout to retrieve her memorabilia. One of the guys slid her panties to her, with their scribbled signatures in black ink squeezed into the tiny triangle of fabric that was the front of her thong. The other guy slid the sharpie and note to her. Lexa heard her friends giggling but refused to turn and acknowledge them. She was NOT going to share their attention.

Holding gazes for a few minutes, the guys waved to Lexa and ducked back into the dugout for the game. Lexa waved back, batting her eyelashes. She walked to the stranger she finagled the pen from and placed the pen in his hand, looked up and whispered, “Thank you.” She sauntered back to her seat, not knowing if he responded or not. Her friends teased her relentlessly, but she didn’t care, “They are just jealous,” she laughed to herself. She looked down at the panties, trying to make out the signatures. The note fell to the ground, “They wrote a response,” she yelled in her head. It read:

“Nice thongs. Nick Meadows #4,” on one line and then, “I would like to meet up with you after the game, I will send for you at the 7th inning stretch. Rob Wilson #12”

Her heart leapt and her stomach filled with butterflies. Her friends asked what the note said. She let her friends read it and they teased her. In the end, they encouraged her to meet him. Lexa was a bit apprehensive, but decided to take their advice…..

The bathroom door opened and Rob entered. Even though Lexa was done showering, she lingered as he walked naked toward her. She watched his firm muscles shift and bulge with each step. She watched him open the door as the steam wafted out into the room. His brown spiked hair looked perfect, as if they hadn’t fucked for over an hour. His marble blue eyes jumped out at her, twinkling as he blinked. At 5’6, Rob was short for a ball player, but the perfect height for Lexa. She pulled him to her, under the streaming hot water. She grabbed the shower gel and proceeded to lather up his body. She rubbed over his firm chest and rippled six-pack. “You are delicious,” she said in a sultry tone to him. She watched him cup each breast and tease her nipples with his thumbs. He replied, in a husky voice, “So are you, I just can’t stop touching you.” Lexa felt that she had died and gone to heaven.

They began to touch and kiss. Once Lexa believed she had adequately cleaned him with soapy hands, she shut the water off. He pulled her out of the shower. She was amused as he quickly toweled himself, and then her, off. Her hair was still dripping down her back in trickles, as she was led back to the bedroom.

She stopped in her tracks as she saw #4, Nick, standing naked in front of the bed. She had an epiphany moment as she realized he was the dark figure watching them earlier and her smile broadened. She stood still admiring him. He was taller than Rob, at least 6’. Lexa felt so tiny in front of him. His tanned, firm, triangular shape looked sculpted out of marble and placed before her eyes to survey. Lexa felt Rob’s strong hand on the small of her back where water had trailed down from her wet hair. She was being pushed toward Nick. When she realized what was happening she relaxed and glided toward him. Her eyes transfixed on his creamy chocolate-colored eyes. His eyes were so rich and delicious, with long curly lashes that a woman would kill for. He had a sleek masculine face and strong jaw, with piercing dimples that appeared as she saw him smile down on her naked flesh. They pulled each other into a kiss that deepened in passion and hunger. His naked flesh was pressed against Lexa's bare breasts pushing them down and her head was tilted up greatly to deepen the kisses.

His tongue danced with hers as she was aware of every piece of his warm body pressed to hers. She was on her tip-toes kissing this tall man, ever aware of his hardened cock pressed against her belly.

Out of the corner of Lexa’s eye, she saw Rob sit down in a chair near the foot of the bed. She felt him watching them as they were rolling around on the bed, each giving and taking power. They flipped through various positions. Lexa rode Nick in the Reverse-Cowgirl while looking into Rob’s glimmering blue eyes. Her pleasure heightened as Nick sat up and toyed with her clit. She moaned, and with that verbal release of pleasure Rob stood up. He climbed onto the bed facing Lexa. Without thought, she grabbed Rob’s engorged shaft and he grabbed her breasts. Lexa was in the midst of her first threesome. Every slide, touch and groan heightened her senses. She rode Nick’s cock in increasing speed and stroked Rob at the same pace. She came with a squeal and a sigh. Nick grabbed her shoulders and gently encouraged her to rotate to face him. She did so, slowly, careful to keep Nick’s drenched cock inside her.

Rob slid in closer behind her. He brought one of his hands around to toy at her erect nipple. The groans Rob was making drew her attention back to him and she was sure he had taken over stroking his cock. As she continued to ride upon Nick’s thick swollen cock, she reached behind her. She grabbed Rob’s solid shaft. Again she began to stroke him paying particular attention to the smooth delicious tip.

Lexa was overwhelmed with her hand pleasuring Rob, Nick’s huge cock stroking inside her and both men taking turns toying with her breasts and clit. She had never had an overload of her senses as this. Just as she thought she was overwhelmed with the intensity of pleasure and what they can do to her body, Rob started to toy with the outside ring of her anus and she jumped in reaction. He reached to her pussy a few times as she slid up and down, and Lexa felt him gather her expelled juices applying them liberally to her anus. Lexa was rising and falling upon Nick's shaft, as Rob inserted his finger into her tight ass. She nearly convulsed as her pleasure bursted forth. She screamed without trying and her warm liquid poured over Nick’s cock and thighs and Rob’s hand. The juices dripped down to the satin sheets causing a puddle. The feeling of her rupturing seemed to push Nick, as she felt his cock swell and release his seed into Lexa. It spilled out to join Lexa’s nectar. Lexa was stroking Rob’s cock, vigorously now, and heard him grunt as his hot seed hits her back, dripping down to the crack of her ass. All their juices were now spotting the bed sheets.

They all collapsed onto the bed, panting in the aftermath of their pleasure and Lexa drifted off into a deep asleep.

Lexa, Rob and Nick fuck all the next day, stopping only for food, beverages and sleep. They try positions that rocked Lexa’s world and she found that Rob’s shower was big enough for three. She learned that she liked these men a lot and felt unusually comfortable with them already. She knew she would want to meet up with them like this as often as she could. The weekend passed quickly.

Lexa woke up at dawn on Sunday. She quietly walked to the bathroom and turned on the light. She looked back at the two sculpted specimens on asleep on the bed. She had a satisfied smile on her face.

She dressed quickly and wrote on a slip of paper: “Rob and Nick, thank you for an amazing weekend! Call me! Let’s do this again real soon!” She knew if she did not slip out, she might never leave these two amazing men. With work on Monday, the idea was tempting, but not an option.

Lexa placed the note on the floor in the doorway so they would not miss it. She tip-toed out of the apartment, undetected. She stepped into the crisp early morning air. She knew they would call her, and if they did not, she had the most amazing memories she could have ever hoped for. She felt alive and ready to face her future, whatever it held.

I had a dream about you last night.

I was alone in the night, in the dark hooded basement of my carnal world. All I had were the creature comforts of the soft embroidered pillows you had left for me to lie in. And so I lay, waiting for you to come to me, in the soft, sensuous, perfumed underworld of my mind.

And then, there you were. You emerged from the shadows, stepping into the pool of moonlight streaming through to the center. You walked with a slow sexual strut, your skin bare to my eyes, illuminated in the pale blue glow, your eyes burning with a cool lust, your lips slightly parted in longing. Your soft, rich hair cradled your long neck and rolled over your shoulders like a stream, down to your shapely breasts, nipples erect, aching to be held in strong, tender hands. And I saw the curving small of your back and the thin tightness of your abs, swaying back and forth with your round, womanly hips, which seemed to take on a bend of their own. Then your legs, long and elegant, stretching down, down, down to the cushioned floor of my carnal mind.

Looking at you, tenderly nude, swaying before me in the cool blue-white light of the night, I felt a smoldering passion grow inside of me. I felt a burning red, passionate longing, to take you in my arms and feel you with my body, to take those supple limbs and ravage them in the heat of my passion for your lusty sex. But before I could leap on your body like a mad animal, my dream took a more perverse turn, and from the darkness you had come, three other men, tall, well built and virile in their sexuality emerged. They stood in the dimly lit darkness around you, naked, with their long throbbing manhood pointing in towards you, who now ceased your seductive dancing and kneeled before the three. You looked right into my eyes, with an even greater temptatious desire, but I could not move from my cushioned seat and I watched on with a mix of both growing lust and envy.

I then watched you make love to those three men like a woman had never made love to a man before. Your mouth found its way to their engorged pricks, but they could not have ever known or expected the tenderness with which your tongue caressed their tips, the affection with which your hands massaged their balls or the rawness with which your lips sucked their shafts. I knew they could never know, because they could not look, their heads were raised to the ceiling as they moaned and groaned in ecstatic delight, but you were looking elsewhere. Your eyes stayed with mine the entire time; even as your arms wrapped around their bodies, fingers streaming along their muscles, feeling their thighs, their anuses, you continued to look right into my eyes. Even as they could not withhold themselves from your brilliant pleasuring anymore, and with three manly shudders let forth their viscous white semen all over your moonlit body, you looked at me, with a slight mysterious smile shining from your face.

The three men receded back into the dark, their dicks satisfied. But I was not, watching the orgy I had grown only the more lustful, my body felt like it was on fire, the blood rushed to my cock, filling it with an unbelievable throbbing heat. But I could not move, not yet, I smelt the dark perfumed air wafting through the erotic sanctum of my mind. We stared at each other for sometime, though it seems unclear just how long it was in that ambiguous dream world. Then you lifted yourself from your kneeling position and began to walk over to me, with the same slow sensuous step you had emerged from the shadows, you walked over to me, the moonlight following your trail. You stood right over me, moon-bathed and beautiful, the seminal fluid shimmering on your body, looking down on my burning hot form, I felt myself now naked in your presence, unclothed, I felt the air against my skin and the sense of your body near to mine. You leaned over me, slowly, but assure of your sexuality, I felt your bare breasts touch my chest, your legs against mine and then your lips reached over to my ear and whispered:

“Lick me clean.”

With your words I felt myself slowly being able to move, my hands reaching over felt your shoulders, your skin was softly-warm, and felt good in my passionately smoldering palms. But then I saw the gooey, white semen that covered you head to toe; and so, slowly moving out of my seat, I wrapped my hands around your ankles, and slowly massaging them, I leant forward with my tongue and began to lick away the sticky liquid. I spent sometime working my way around your feet, eliciting some laughter with the slight tickling of your little toes. Then I worked my way up your beautiful body, up along your shins until my tongue caressed your long defined thighs, and getting closer and closer to those inside, hidden bits.

And finally I reached your lovely wet cunt, it was so warm and soft, I began to nuzzle my face into it, making you moan, just so slightly in the dark. I now could not resist, but begin to grope at the lovely figure of your legs with my hands, I felt the soft shape of the inside of your thighs and reached up to your ass, which as I squeezed, made you squeal and your body squirm with almost girlish naughtiness. My tongue continued to lick at the thick semen that dribbled down your body and at the electrifying bulb of your clit, I heard you moan with a new intense passion and I looked up to see your eyes looking down into mine drenched in desire.

I moved up your abdomen, my hands fondling the curves of your voluptuous hips. Now I was on knees before you, your arms draped around my neck and shoulders, cradling me to your body my arms wrapped around the dip of your lower back. But I wanted more, and I raised myself further toward your chest, and the two supremely ample breasts that proceeded from it. I felt my passion growing, faster, I worked my tongue around your hardened nipples, massaging, kneading your voluptuous mounds in my hands, I felt your hand run through my hair, your breathing grew courser and your torso began to heave in rhythmic motion. Now standing, our hot, aroused bodies pressed to each other, I came to your shoulders, my head buried in your neck, still licking the warm semen from you. Your hands ran up and down my back, feeling and kneading my firm muscles as I felt the suppleness of your body.

Then, I came to your face, my lips and tongue moved about your delicate features, along your cheeks, forehead, nose, wiping away the last traces of semen. Finally, our mouths locked in a kiss, so passionate our bodies became intertwined, your leg wrapping over me, my arm clinging to you. The moonlight over us grew stronger, and threw a beautiful contrasting white light over the forms of our bodies.

We stood like this for another fleetingly eternal moment, obsessively kissing and groping each other in the bright white shine of the moon, amidst the thick darkness of that erotic cellar.

But then I could no longer hold back my cravings, I whispered to you fervently, straining to hold my voice back:

“I want to be with you. I want to feel myself inside you. I want to enter you and become your body.”

Your eyes, shining brilliantly in the moonlight, peered into me searchingly. And with the slightest of nods and mischievous smile you stepped back, hands at your sides, looking at me with girlish anticipation for my hot throbbing cock pointing out in front. I took one look at you, top to bottom, having now watched you, felt you, licked your whole body, I now pounced on you with animalistic craving. We fell to the ground in a tizzy of lust-crazed zeal, we playfully wrestled for sometime on the cushioned floor, laughing and rolling around childishly. Until I, no longer able to contain myself pushed your roughly breathing, long beautiful body under mine and forced your legs apart.

At that moment, the moon flooded the whole of the room in a strong white light. Everything was in bright white or deeply shadowed black, you, me, the pillows and cushions we rolled through; the whole basement was in pure illumination.

I looked down into your half-smiling, half-wary face and held you in place with my hands. Then, I entered you. My cock, hard and throbbing with heat slid smoothly into your tight, warm pussy. Our bodies were conjoined in a new harmony and I felt a strong, powerful sense of euphoria. You moaned loudly under me, eyes closed, mouth open, your back arched in elation. We began to move our hips in rhythmic unison, to the loud thumping noise of our flesh, my balls beating up against your body, your breasts swaying back and forth underneath me, our united heavy breathing, your hot pussy squeezing my cock as it rammed its way up and down, up and down inside of you.

Suddenly, you twisted your body and rolling us along the floor, you lay on top of me, looking down into my eyes. You then you sat up above me, on top of my cock and began to moan and groan as your hips gyrated and grinded against me. I felt ecstatic underneath you and groped at your erect form from below with my hands, clutching your bouncing breasts and slapping your unruly ass. You laughed and continued to pump my cock with your body, I moved my hand down to your clit and began to rub it between by thumb and forefinger. You gave out a long “oooh,” throwing your head back, your hair flying, I kept rubbing, using my whole hand working your g-spot.

At this point, the moonlight grew stronger than ever, it flooded the whole room with a pure, blindingly bright, white light that felt cool on our burning hot skin. I felt a massive tremor run through my whole body, blood rushing up through my legs until it reached a tremendous, unbelievable climax and I let go all my sexual energy into your warm, womanly body. My dick throbbed, pulsing harshly as it let go volumes of semen inside of you. You let out a loud groan of pleasure, as if too being lost in the moment’s ecstasy, and threw your torso forward so that our bodies lay together, conjoined in the lovemaking ritual.

As my orgasm slowly subsided, the moonlight grew dimmer and the raunchy illuminated world of my cerebral pleasure palace faded back to its dark subterranean state. I held your body on top of mine in my arms, feeling your warmth and your course, exhausted breath smoothening out to a gentle slumbering. I lay there with you until the dream began to fade away, and the basement in the moonlight, you and I, all gradually disappeared. And when I awoke, there you were right next to me, your body curled around mine in the nude, knowing no greater comfort.