"JOURNEY" THE STORIES. EROTIC STORY CONTEST 7

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Hello, Welcome to the stories of the EROTIC STORY CONTEST 7 –  Journey.

There are 9 stories for you to read as you scroll down the page.  They are all published by me to protect the integrity of the voting.  Authors will be revealed at the end of voting when winners are announced and the contest concluded. Prizes and submission awards will be credited to authors accounts shortly afterwards.

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1.   Always  On  My  Mind.     Part 1    –    Jayc 

What day is it?” the man asked in passable Spanish.

“Sabado,” the young boy cleaning his windshield said with a laugh.

Saturday.  Lee had been on the road for 7 days if his hung over brain was working correctly. The week was a blur of driving and drinking himself into a stupor nightly. Lee had been traveling alone and well off the tourist path.

The whole self-destruction thing had started three years earlier. At a partners birthday party Lee announced to his friends and long-time girlfriend, he was retiring from the business for good this time. He was not getting any younger and had achieved his goals.

“Time to quit and enjoy the fruits of my labor,” he had told them all.

His partners and friends took the news well and wished him well but he didn’t get the reaction from Sandy, his girlfriend that he was hoping for. Their relationship was crumbling and Lee thought getting out of the business was what both of them needed to reconnect on the level they had been before. She became distant and began to drink heavily the remainder of the evening.

The next afternoon when she woke up she found Lee eating lunch in the kitchen. She sat down and told him everything…

Lee dismissed the memory as he walked into the little store to pay for his gas. It was 9:00 AM but the heat was stifling already with a hot humid breeze blowing off the Gulf of Mexico.

He walked to the coolers in the back and almost reached for a few bottles of beer before he saw his reflection in the dirty glass. He looked haggard and strung out. He chose a few cans of coke instead, holding the cold cans against his forehead as he went to the counter to pay.

“Buenos Dias Senor,” the smiling man behind the counter said.
“Good morning,” Lee replied.

As he paid he had a Q & A with the store owner. He learned he was about 800 miles from Yucatan his final destination, further than he remembered.
When he inquired about a decent hotel, he was told up the highway around twenty miles was a small village with a nice beach and a simple but clean hotel.
Lee thanked the man and walked out into the blazing heat to his old, but very reliable Pathfinder SUV.
He handed the small boy a dollar for cleaning his windows, he got in and got back on the empty highway.

Heading east, the sea to his left and scrub land to his right, he drove on auto pilot.
He felt terrible, the drinking was catching up on him. He should stop, pull himself together and start to feel again.
Lee was not on a time table and he decided to dry out, take a shower and sleep.
He slowed the SUV when he saw the sun bleached sign that said Madero.

It wasn’t much of a village as far as he could tell, a gas station and a small church and some small shops. More a fishing village, he thought to himself, as he looked for the hotel the shop keeper had told him about.
Lee soon found the seaside hotel. It was a welcome sight.
Walking inside, the place seemed cool compared to outside. He patiently waited as the old woman behind the counter held up a finger as she watched a Venezuelan soap opera on the small TV on her desk. When the show finally went to a commercial break she turned and smiled.

“Buenos Dias senor! How can I help you?”

He checked in and he dropped his travel bags on the floor of his room.  He went for the air conditioner and turned it on. It hummed to life and he felt cool air coming from the vents.
Next he examined the bed pushing on the mattress. “Not bad,” he thought.
He stripped off his clothes and turned on the shower. The water was warm but not hot. He relished the shower as he washed the travel dust and sweat off his tired body.

Refreshed, he lay on the bed in a towel. Lee picked up his phone and looked at some photos. As the slide show ran, he reminded himself he was looking at his past life and nothing would change that.
Fatigue over took him so he closed the phone and drifted off into a deep long sleep.

The next afternoon, well rested and his batteries recharged, Lee decided to take a walk on the beach and get his bearings. He was lost in thought as he walked along the beach. The sound of loud music brought him back to earth.
He looked up, he could see what appeared to be a bar.

As he got closer he recognized the song playing, “Honey Hush” by Johnny Burnette.
The bar was a shabby old structure open to the air with a thatched roof and huge deck facing the sea. The smell of grilled steak made his stomach growl.

Taking off his shades, his eyes adjusted to the roomy bar. The place was empty save for two guys in baseball caps having an animated discussion with the stunning but older looking blonde tending bar.
All three were Americans which pleasantly surprised Lee.

He sat down on a stool as the blonde approached and said “You’re early.”

“Excuse me?” Lee said puzzled.

“The buffet. We won’t be ready for about another 20 minutes. Want a drink while you wait?”  She grinned.

“Hmmmm, I think something none alcoholic till I get some food in me. A Pepsi, Coke, whatever,” Lee answered.

“Wise choice you two could learn something from?” she smiled and directed her comment to the other patrons. She paused and looked questioningly at Lee again. He knew she was asking his name.

“Lee,” he offered his hand, “How did you know I’m hungry?” He added.

“All the Gringos eat here, I'm Charlene but call me Charlie and these two vagabonds of the western world are Tim and Wes,” she said her southern accent showing a bit. They all shook hands and Tim handed Lee a card that said “SIRENS FISHING CHARTERS.”

“Lee, see if you can settle the argument for us, who is better Elvis Presley or Johnny Burnette?” Tim asked sipping his Carta Blanca Beer.

Lee pondered for a moment then spoke “Well for pure stage presence you have to say Elvis but Johnny had the songs, Train kept a rollin, Rockabilly Boogie, Honey Hush.”

As he was speaking he noticed the wall behind the bar was covered with Elvis Photos and memorabilia including two large velvet Elvis paintings.

“So I'm gonna have to say Johnny,” Lee concluded

Tim nodded in satisfaction, Wes sighed and said, “He should have never made those movies, he lost his edge.”

Charlie glared at Lee in comic anger hands on hips head cocked, “You are on dangerous ground Mr Lee. I am an Elvis Devotee and will toss your sorry ass out of here, hungry or not, if you say unkind things about The King.”

Lee held up his bottle of coke in a toast, “To the King”

“To the King,” the others repeated clinking bottles.

Lee liked these people immediately.

An hour later, enjoying his first hearty meal in over a week, he got to know his new friends. They exchanged life stories. Wes and Tim were retired Navy Officers who had done their 20 years and pensioned out and living out here made sense.
It went without saying, U.S. money went a long way in Mexico and you could live quite well on a limited income.

When it was his turn, Lee was brief. Lee and his two partners had ran a very successful company who designed software for the telecommunication industry, then his planned retirement, then that afternoon 3 years ago.

THREE YEARS EARLIER

Sandy sat down across from Lee, her eyes full of tears. He knew something bad was coming but had not expected this.

“Lee I am sick, and I am not going to get better,” Sandy blurted it out.

The next 3 months had been a wide awake nightmare as Sandy faded fast, and all Lee could do was try and make her last days on earth as pleasant as possible. On the night she passed, in her last lucid moment she spoke to him.

“Lee, you remember Yucatan?”  Sandy said softly with closed eyes and a faint, weak smile.

“How could I forget? That’s where I met you baby,” Lee squeezed her hand gently.

“Well, that’s where I want to be, counting shooting stars.” Sandy sighed.

After her passing, Lee tried to maintain and carry on in life but he felt cheated. He had worked hard and was financially set up for the rest of his life, and still young enough to really enjoy it. But now he was alone and grew bitter and cynical. He missed Sandy. She was everything to him. He loved her so much. It was unfair life was cut so short for her.

His friends grew alarmed at his behavior. Lee was drinking heavily, and hanging out with unsavory people. After a failed intervention Lee’s old friends and family wrote him off as a lost cause.

The next two years were an endless cycle of binging on drugs and booze. Then he would sober up and stay clean for a month, then the demons and self-pity would return.

It was in one of these sober moments that he remembered something. He opened the closet and looked at the urn, Sandy’s ashes. It was time to do what he had promised her.

“So that is why I am here and where I am going,” Lee said sipping his second beer of the evening.

Charlie listened to Lee’s story and she could almost feel his grief and anger. Charlie had heard many stories at her bar and was good at sorting fact from fiction. Lee was telling them the truth.
The four of them sat in silence for a moment then Lee spoke again.

“Hey, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to bum you all out,” he apologized.

Lee’s new acquaintances assured him it was ok

“Life can be a real mean bitch.” Wes said with a sigh

“Amen to that.  Charlie, shots of your finest tequila!” Tim added

“Cut me off after one shot. For once in a long time, I want to remember this evening,“ Lee said to Charlie with an apologetic smile.

They chatted and laughed, all completely comfortable in each other’s company. Lee liked his new friends. Then he excused himself to pop to the men’s room.
Lee stood in front of the sink in the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. Something was happening to him. He just didn’t realize what. Then it slowly dawned on him, he was actually feeling happy for the first time in years.
The thought gave him hope, another feeling that had been rare, these last couple of years.
Lee returned and pushed open the door to the sounds of the friendly bar.

“Lee!  Get your sorry Texan ass over here!” Wes yelled signaling Lee to come to the Juke box. This was Lee’s kind of place. A laid back crowd of “retired” Americans, living cheap and enjoying life away from the rat race. 
And the juke box was the best he had encountered outside his home town of Austin Texas.

Charlie was breath of fresh air for Lee. He had spent a lot of the evening talking with her. She was friendly, good company and made him feel welcome, introducing Lee to everybody who stopped in. She even pulled him onto the dance floor to dance to a few rockabilly classics.

“Hey Lee do me a favor?” Wes asked, after they returned from one dance and Charlie went back behind the bar. “We have an early charter. Could you make sure Charlie gets home ok?”

“She lives up the hill, walking distance.”  Tim added.

“No Problem,” Lee smiled. He liked that the two men looked out for her and that they trusted him enough to take care of her.
They shook hands and man hugged each other like old friends. The men made Lee promise to come back to Modero on his return trip to do some fishing.

– Continued  –   

[Brandybee]

                                                   

  Always On My Mind.      Part  2   –    Jayc 

A few hours later, after helping Charlie close the bar, Lee found himself walking side by side with this charming woman up a pebbled trail that lead to her small home overlooking the Gulf.

“You never told me your story Charlie,” Lee said in conversation.

“Huh?” she replied

“You know, what are you doing down here?”  Lee asked.

“Well,” she stopped walking and took Lee’s cigarette from his hand and took a deep drag and explained.

Charlene grew up in a small Florida Farm town. A free spirit with a penchant for trouble, Charlie had left home and school at 17 and went to Miami. In a matter of weeks she was dancing with fake ID’S and making money she could only dream of. A few years later her manager introduced her to another client of his, an Adult film producer.

One thing lead to another and Charlie made the move to California and became a rising star in the porno movie business. But the porn trade was fickle and stars fell faster than they rose. Luckily, Charlie was aware of this and saved her money and left the business still on top of her game.

Charlie tried opening a restaurant in southern California but that failed as did a few relationships. When she hit 30 years old she gave up on the rat race and on a road trip with friends she found Madero.

“I bought the Bar and have been here ever since.” Charlie said, finishing her story.

As they approached her small home, Charlie did something she had not done in a long time; she invited Lee in for a drink.
The couple ended up on Charlie’s back terrace, sitting on a Porch Swing with a blue and white checked overthrow. It looked out at the Gulf.

The terrace had a small wall with a matching crazy paving floor with large terracotta pots holding pretty red and pink flowing plants which contrasted with the green leaves and stems. Other plants grew and overflowed on the walls. Big stone pillars supported wooden beams overhead.  The beams were uncovered to the elements but vines grew along them giving some shade from the strong Mexican sun in the day. 

It was a beautiful setting. The sky was clear and full of stars and the night warm. They chatted for a while and sipped their drinks but Charlie was puzzled at Lee’s behavior.
Either he was a gentleman or he was not interested in her. She would not accept the latter so she leaned over and kissed him. She was pleased when he responded and eagerly kissed her back.

Lee held her head, put his forehead to hers and whispered, “It’s been a while for me.”

“Same here,” Charlie responded.

“No, I mean… Hell Charlie, I might go Caveman on you,” Lee voiced his worries.

Charlie smiled, “I’m not made of glass Tex.”

Lee chuckled. Then he pinned her under his body and kissed her soundly, leaving her in no doubt that he was very interested in her and in the morning she may well be tender and bare the marks of their time together.

He tugged her blouse open when he felt her respond to him, neither of them caring when the buttons popped to the floor, nor when he undid the fastening of the bra and pushed it up to her neck to get to her luscious big boobs.

His hands groped and squeezed them then bought them up to his mouth. He sucked hard on each nipple as he forced her shorts and panties down and when free of her ankles, flung them to the floor. He spread her legs and heard her gasp as his head kissed her beautifully shaved pussy.

Using one hand, he felt her tits, the other move down to finger fuck her while his tongue teased her clitoris mercilessly.

Charlie writhed on the swing, spreading her legs for him in her turned on state.

She was a sight, naked from the waist down, blouse torn open, bra up and around her neck, her breasts free to the open air with this fully clothed man doing the most intimate things to her. She was moaning and writhing like the porn star she was.

Lee knew exactly what he was doing and was experienced enough to make sure, the woman under him knew it too. He sank his fingers inside her, going deep, making her ready for his throbbing cock, then curled them up to massage her G spot.

He growled into her clitoris as he felt her hands pulling on his hair to guide him to the way she liked it.  She was as wanton and needy as him and this pleased him and confirmed, he hadn’t lost his touch in pleasuring a woman. He teased her awhile, gaining confidence as she reacted so positively.

Then he used both hands to spread her labia and looked at her sex. It was delightfully wet. He looked up at her and was pleased to see her eyes were shut. She was even kneading her own titties!

The woman was no doubt in need of a good fucking.  He unfastened his jeans and took out his erection and stroked himself over her while he felt her pussy and watched her play with her own tits. He was so turned on.

Then he turned her over so her bottom was facing him. He deliberately placed her hands on the back of the swing so her tits hung down.

He placed his dick at her vagina entrance and drove into her depths. His possession was hard and forceful and she groaned as his big cock spread her tight walls to accept him right up to the narrow neck of her womb.

Then he used the swing to fuck her. She kept her balance holding the back of the seat. It was hot, urgent and what they both needed. Pure, unadulterated lust. 

His cock pistoned in and out of her as his fingers dug into her hips pulling her back and forth.  She held on to the swing so the rhythm and her balance wasn’t lost. It was fast and gloriously furious.

He watched as her tits swayed and his cock claimed her tight channel. The sight and feelings built his desire till he felt his balls tighten. His orgasm neared. He didn’t hold back, it had been far too long since he was sober enough to enjoy a good woman.

Charlie felt him inside her, pushing in to her body. It was exhilarating to find a man she was so attracted to who wanted her as much as she wanted him. She liked he had positioned her the way he wanted her and wasn’t afraid to let his lust for her show. She naturally liked to please her partner.

She moaned at his deep penetration and again when his cock slid against her G spot. She liked how he fucked in abandon.

Lee let out a deep growl, withdrew from her and shot his semen over her bottom and back. The thick creamy liquid speckled her body.  His legs shook with the strength of his orgasm as the copious amount of fluid scented and marked her as his.

Charlie moaned in delight and felt him massage his cum into her skin. Then he picked her up and carried her inside. She told him where the bedroom was as he bent and let her close and bolt the blue wooden back door.

He placed her on the bed and immediately opened her legs to kiss her pussy again. His goal was simple. He wanted her to orgasm over and over until she was exhausted and he would fuck her again in her semi-conscious state.

His tongue and fingers worked in unison, teasing her clitoris and G spot and as she hit the crest of her orgasmic waves, he delved his finger into her anus to prolong her joyous gasps. She grasped and fisted the bedclothes while she thrashed and spasmed.

He drank her creamy nectar and repeated the process all over again. She whimpered as he hit her over sensitized spots and treated her gently before tantalizing her elsewhere.

It was on her third orgasm, he mounted her in the missionary position and pushed his cock into her again, fucking her tired body until he too was spent.

Both fell into an exhausted sleep, content, happy and knackered in each other’s arms.

Lee awoke to the sound of sea birds greeting the new day. He rubbed his eyes and remembered Charlie was still sound asleep at his side.

Slipping out of her bed quietly he put on his pants, found his shirt and sandals and crept into Charlie’s kitchen. He peeked into her fridge, took a bottle of water and drank half of it and wandered out to the terrace.

Staring out at the Gulf Lee was suddenly filled with a storm of emotions. Happiness, sorrow, guilt and anger attacked him from all sides. Overwhelmed, Lee knew he had to leave and do what he had promised.

His mind made up, his thoughts turned to Charlie still asleep inside. Lee noticed a patch of Marigolds growing on the side of the house. He used his pocket knife, found a nice bloom and cut it.

He crept back to Charlie’s bedroom and placed the flower on his pillow next to her sleeping head.

With a last look, he let himself out the front and walked quickly down the path. His walk turned into a jog and he raced back to the hotel to check out and hit the road.

Lee drove nonstop the whole 800 miles stopping only for fuel and a stretch. The closer he got the more anxious he became and by the time he parked the Pathfinder and made his way to the dark windy beach, Sandy’s beach, he was light headed and nervous.

Lee sat down with the urn next to him and looked out at the sea. For the next few hours Lee sat silent lost in happy memories of the past.

At last, Lee began to speak out loud looking up at the stars.

“Hey Sandy, well here we are.  Yeah, I know I’m a few years late but this is so hard for me. I loved you so much and well, you know how I am about saying goodbye. It sounds so final.” 

Warm tears streaked down his face and a lump lodged in his throat. He could hardly talk and was silent for a while feeling the strong emotions, trying to find the right words.

“But it is time for me to say goodbye to you Sandy, I love you girl and always will. You will always occupy a special place in my heart and in my memory.” 

He took a deep breath, choking a little on the words, “But it is time, Sandy.”  Lee began to stand up and open the urn. “ It’s time to lay you to rest and for me to say Good Bye for now until one day we will meet again and watch our stars again”  He tipped the ashes on the sandy beach and watched the breeze spread them where she had wanted.

He looked to the heavens to say a last prayer, “This journey is done, my promise fulfilled and now it is time for a new one to begin. Look after her up there Big Guy. She was and always will be one special lady. She was my Angel, now she is yours.”

Then as if in answer to him, he saw it. A shooting star streaked across the western sky and fragmented on the horizon.  Lee smiled and nodded in acknowledgement of his claimed sign from her and the lapping waves crept around and claimed Sandy’s ashes.

The sun was rising when Lee walked back to his truck. Suddenly, he felt an inner peace sweep over him. He opened the back, unrolled his sleeping bag and climbed in. He was asleep in minutes with a contented smile on his face.

Unseen, unheard a wispy figure of Sandy appeared by him in the truck and looked over at his sleeping form. 

“Goodbye My Love,” she whispered and kissed his cheek, “Find peace and happiness now like me, it’s what you deserve.” Then she faded and disappeared forever.

A FEW DAYS LATER

Charlie sat on a bar stool working on her books when the juke box suddenly began to play “Always on my mind” by Elvis Presley.

She looked up to see who had put the song on. No one was about at first.
She hummed the words to herself and returned to her work again,

“Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time”

Suddenly a male voice joined in slightly off key   “You were always on my mind,
You were always on my mind”

She looked up to see Lee walking towards her with a smile.

“Hey Tex. Just passing through?” Charlie asked with a touch of apprehension. She rose to her feet to give Lee a hug.

“I was thinking about sticking around, that is if you will have me.” Lee said softly, in hope.

“Well I will have to think on that Mr. In the meantime make yourself useful and figure out what is wrong with my cell phone.” She said clearly overjoyed to see him.

“Hey first of all, I am retired and second, I worked on the software end not the end product” Lee protested as he looked at the phone.

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of two men entering the shaded bar.

“Well slap my ass and call me Sally! He’s back.”  Tim said slapping Lee on the back.
“LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”  Wes roared.

Charlie watched the men with amusement. She had hoped Lee would return and there he was.
“Who knew what the future held but it was looking good so far.” She thought hopefully and joined in with the banter, serving the men their cold beers.

The End.

[Brandybee]

2. The place where your heart is.    Part  1    –   hentaiboy69  

A year and half passed from the last time Gabrielle met her friends. Her new life in Scotland was good and she had found the research of her new job absorbing. She had enjoyed learning the new language and the added bonus of spending everyday with him.
She did miss, however, her two best friends, Fabiola and Samanta, and while she was walking along the airplane’s gate holding Francis’s left arm, her thoughts ran back to the time she told them about her departure to live her life with him.

Four hours later, outside Nice airport, Fabiola walks nervously in front of the main entrance, waiting for her friend’s flight and continuously looking at the watch, while Samanta reads a pocket book she brought to kill the time waiting. She looks at her friend and takes a deep breath and closes the book
“Don’t be so impatient, the airplane arrives now and they must collect their bags. Sit down and calm a little”

Fabiola looks at her with a withering glance then speaks, “How can I not be? She’s like a sister to me and,” she take a little break then continues “Isn’t it the same for you?”

“Of course, I wasn’t able to sleep tonight, I’m really happy for all three to finally be together again”

Fabiola nods at her words, before she continues “but now she has her life to live, as we have ours! Even though we are far from each other, what we have done together, will always be beautiful memories.”

Sighing, “To think we always considered you as the wise one of us three, you have grown so much, recently!” Fabiola says, fondling her friend’s head and smiling at her.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, but I'm not the one who is…”

She wasn't able to complete her sentence, because a familiar voice shouted them. The two girls turn in the direction of the voice and see Gabrielle running to them waving her right hand while, a few steps behind her, Francis was carrying their baggage, trying to keep his balance.
Fabiola suddenly stands up, just in time to catch Gabrielle in her arms: tears of joy fill the eyes of the three girls while they hug each other after so long. Now finally together again. The tears are short lived while they hug and smile, their laughs filling the air.
When the girls finally free themselves from that endless hug, Fabiola and Samanta, can't stop to stare at their friend. Her tanned body looks a little different from the last time they saw her. She had lost some weight giving her a more attractive, sexier look, but more than that. She had changed her look. She had changed the color of her hair, from blonde to black, with red stripes on the right side of her forehead, marked black eyeliner and dark red lipstick that made her lips look bigger and fuller.

“My Gosh, Gabry, You look gorgeous!”

“Y-yes, Sammy is right,” Fabiola says, looking at her.

“Awww, girls, you look gorgeous too, trust me, especially you, Sammy.” Gabrielle replys, staring at her, then continues “You hair has grown. It’s so pretty.”

Francis stares at the three girls while they continue to chat and he can’t help but notice the big smile of his girlfriend’s face. Looking at them, he smiles too but the weight of the bags were now starting to be a little too much for him.  He didn’t want to but he knew, he would have to interrupt their happy talking.
“Err, sorry girls, but those things are heavy. Can we go to your car now, please?”
All the girls turn to him and Gabrielle takes two bags from his hands and kisses him right on the cheek.
“Sorry, I completely forgot about you,” she says, with her pretty smile. “Can you forgive me, my love?”
“Of course, cause I love to see your happy smile.” he replies, kissing her passionately.

Fabiola’s eyes are glued on their kiss. Her heartbeat rises giving her a strange feeling, a mix of lust and shame for staring at the image, maybe not appropriate in front of the airport main entrance. She swallows nervously. Something deep inside her can’t stop staring at their lips. She feels it, and is a little relieved when their kiss finally ends.

“That was indecent!” she yells, with her cheeks all red.
“Awww, come one, Fabiola, you always act like an old woman. What’s wrong if I kiss my man?”
“You know what I think of this, don’t you, Gabry?” Fabiola replies, turning away and moves to the parking area.
“Yes, yes, those thing must be in private, blah blah blah…” Gabrielle and Sammy reply as one, then laugh.
“Oh, shut up and let’s go. We waste too much time!”

The two girls smile at each other, then all three follow Fabiola till they reach the car. Once all the bags are settled inside, they drive to the hotel. The journey was short but nice.
Finally together, the three friends have lots to talk about: new works, new experiences and much more! Francis listens to them, sometimes smiling at their jokes but always staring at his love, surprised to discover many new expressions on her face, expressions he had never seen before.

“Here we are, guys!” Fabiola yells when she finally sees the hotel where they are going to stay for two weeks.

The hotel is placed on the top of a small hill near the coast and it stands above a large portion of the beach. The fine sand looks almost white and the water is clear and clean. As a consequence, the hotel is very popular between young people and some VIP’s.

Of course, this made the place exclusive and the price to rent a room wasn’t the cheapest in the area, but it surely allowed all of them to stay in contact especially with adjoining doors to their rooms.
A crowed pool caught their attention. There were people of all ages, but most of them looked young, maybe the same age of them. They were all busy swimming or sunbathing while drinking cocktails.

The receptionist was very friendly with them and when he calls one of the employees to lead them to their room, they can’t believe what they see.

A pretty young girl, maybe around 25, was surprisingly dressed as a naughty French maid.  Her top was a charcoal grey vest that dipped low at the front clinging to her breasts and showing off her ample cleavage to perfection. The thin shoulder straps and plunging neck line were edged in fine white lace. The pretty lace also ran in centre tramlines from under her breasts to the edge over her flat tummy and then edged out around the waist.  
The tiny skirt matched and was barely more than a belt. The length of it finished just above her pussy. Her white panties that covered her tender flesh just visible at the hem.
The image was quite exquisite especially the crisp white mini apron that hung tantalisingly over her lower tummy area and the oblong shaped hat on her head was attached like a hair clip finished the effect.
Francis, stared at the pretty redhead in such a sexy outfit, till Gabrielle hit him with her elbow.

“Did you see something that interests you!?” she says, with a sarcastic tone.
“Absolutely.” he replies, smiling “And I can’t stop thinking, it will suit you very well!”
Gabrielle’s angry expression slowly disappears at his words and finally, she wasn’t able to hold back a smile any longer.
“Then, why don’t you buy me one to wear at home?” she whispers to him.
“Maybe you can get it for my birthday.” he whispers back, getting close to her face, “It will be nice to be served by you wearing it!”
“Sure thing.” she replies, smiling back at him.

Fabiola, who listens at their conversation, blushes and on the way to their rooms can’t stop looking at the maid then at her friend, trying to imagine her dressed in that pretty but revealing outfit. She can imagine her walking on high heels, swinging her round, firm, full bum. It’s easy to imagine all the men in the hotel staring at that exciting view. A view that is now etched in her mind.

“What on heart am I thinking? She’s my best friend and she is with her man now.”

Fabiola shakes her head, while the maid opens the door of her and Sammy’s room and leads them in.

“Hope you like the room and will enjoy your stay. For any needs you have, just call room service”

At the door, she stops and turns again to the two girls and speaks, “Oh, and that’s the door for the common bathroom. Your friends are on the other side of it! Don’t forget to lock the door to this side”
The maid leaves the room with a lustful pretty smile on her face.

“Like I want to let them come in while I’m sleeping.” was what runs immediately in Fabiola’s mind, when a knock on the bathroom brings her attention back.

“Can we come in, girls?” Gabrielle’s voice asks from behind the door.
“Of course” Sammy replies, while opening it with the key.

Gabrielle and Francis enter the room from the adjoining door. They all sit in the room, Gabrielle and Francis on the side of the bed, close to each other, and Fabiola and Sammy on the two armchairs. They chat for almost an hour, making plans for the whole two weeks and about future holidays to spend together, maybe with Sammy and Fabiola visiting Scotland.
The chat was nice and funny and time flew by, till it was almost time to get ready for dinner at the hotel’s restaurant.

“Is it ok for you two if we go first for a shower, today?” Gabrielle asks her friends, “We both really need it”
“It’s ok for me, What about you, Sammy?”
The girl nods at her and tells her friends, just to close the door behind them.

The dinner and the evening were pleasant. The food was delicious and they all walked barefoot on the beach. Many others costumers of the hotel were there too milling around the complex, beach and staring at the Mediterranean Sea. All were there to enjoy the weather and their holiday.

It was around midnight when Gabrielle falls asleep in her man’s arms. He holds her gently close to him, both seated on the sand, and he’s starting to feel tired too, so the group move back to their rooms for a quiet and restoring sleep.

The sun was shining high in the sky when Gabrielle and Francis go down for breakfast. The delicious smell of croissants and coffee, attract them to the bar where Sammy and Fabiola are ordering a cappuccino and an espresso.

“Morning girls!”

Hearing their friend’s voice, the two girls turn to her. If at the airport she looked pretty, now she looks very beautiful and attractive in her blue and red bikini that fits perfectly on her body. All the guys around the bar are staring at her, probably daydreaming about being her boyfriend.

“You are outrageous.” Fabiola whispers, looking around, “Everyone is staring at you!”
“Oh, come on, don’t play the old lady. We are here to relax!”
“I know that but you are with your man!”

“In fact, I’m wearing his gift,” Gabrielle replies “what’s wrong with it?”
Fabiola look at her friend, then at Francis.
“What’s wrong, you say? You are naked save that bikini and it’s transparent. Its covers nothing!”

Sammy was enjoying watching her friends argue and can’t hold back a loud laugh. Everyone turns to her. Fabiola and Gabrielle look at each other, then they explode in a laughter too.

“Nothing has changed, girls. You two are always at the opposite sides!” Sammy says “Gabry, did you remember when you caught me kissing that boy in the park?”
“How can I forget?” she replies, trying to stop laughing “Fabiola did not talk to you for the rest of our holiday!”
“Of course I did. After that, all the guys were coming after us!”
“Oh yes, they were and some tried to get laid with me too!”
“SAY WHAT! Are you kidding, Gabry?”

“Of course not! And to tell the truth, one of them was very attractive. Too bad he ran away when he tried to touch under my skirt.”

Fabiola, with eyes wide open, stares at her. It takes more than a minute for her to reorganize her thoughts and able to speak again.
“You are a lost cause, Gabri. I give up with you!”

“Weell, I like guys and I’m a “girl” with a healthy appetite.”

“You definitely are, my love, but can we cut it now? All the bar is looking at us.”

Embarrassed, the three girls look around. As Francis had said, everyone in the bar, even the bartender, are staring and listening at them.
Some of the costumers looked more interesting at their curves but most are laughing at their strange scene. They really were the focus of everyone’s attention!

But after that little “event”, it was easy for the girls to make new friends with the guests of the hotel. Some approach them just because they find the bunch funny, others try their chance with Sammy and Fabiola just to have a “no” from the last one. As Gabrielle and Sammy expect! This situation make their day full and funny and they join a group from Torino for dinner and then on to a nearby discotheque.

They are all funny and friendly, especially one of the guys, who catches the attention of Sammy.  They spend a lot of time dancing and talking, till they disappear for almost an hour or so.

Fabiola, who is usually is the “voice of reason” of the three, looked for her, without success, and when she asks Gabrielle to help her, she replies a little pissed off.
“Oooh, come on, she’s not a baby anymore. She knows what she’s doing!”

That answer made her think. Maybe Gabrielle was right, maybe not. They are all grown and changed in some aspect of their life. Gabrielle was now living with her man in Scotland and Sammy, well, she’s now very popular with guys, but she’s not the easy type!

Apparently, the only one who never changed was her. Always taking care of her two friends (maybe too much, as they said many times!) and always refusing guys’ attentions.
Fabiola can’t stop thinking of this all the time they stay at the disco and even when they return to the hotel at 4:00am. Those thoughts stop her sleeping properly.

Trying not to wake Sammy, she stands up and moves to the bathroom where she turns on the lights around the mirror. She looks at her reflection and sees her usual self: the same curly light brown hair and the same face with just a light touch of make-up but no lipstick. Just her dress are different. The white panties and vest that covers her body, can’t hide the size of her breasts (a IV E cup), too big to be hidden during summer time, especially from interested guys. She always had a complex about them. She thought they attracted guys who just wanted to get laid. And this was the reason why she usually argued with her friends. They never had problems with guys and their sexuality. They were natural with it. She was self-conscious and felt awkward around guys.

Sighing, “Maybe the truth is I envy them. Gabrielle looks so happy now and Sammy had lots of boyfriends, but was never fooled by them!”
She looks again at her reflection. In the past, many times she had tried to imagine herself with a different haircut or make-up but she would never do it! She recognized it, she’s the one who never changed, probably scared by the consequence and probably she would never change.
With these thoughts in mind, Fabiola turns off the light and was ready to go back to her room, when something caught her attention. The sound of Gabrielle’s voice coming from behind the door of the other room.

As steps nearer the door, the sound is clearer till she understands it perfectly.  Gabrielle is moaning and panting, now softly then loudly and as she listens, she hears some masculine moans too. It’s clear in her mind what’s going on in the other room and in a normal situation, she would turn and leave immediately, but this is not a usual situation.

Fabiola is attracted by their voice and even if her reason tells her to go away, her legs continue to walk till she reaches the door. She was surprised to find it a little open. She was sure it wasn’t when she came to the bathroom before going to sleep, but probably, Gabrielle or Francis went there after her and forgot to lock it.
Carefully, she places her hand on the door and opens it a little more. The room outside is dark, but she can easily recognize her friends silhouettes but not exactly what they are doing, even if she can imagine it very well.

A strange heat is now growing in her belly, something she never felt before that moment.
“What’s this?” she thinks, while she continues to watch the two silhouettes. It takes few minutes for her eyes to get used to the darkness in the room, plus the light from outside is now entering through the window, finally revealing the whole scene to her.

Gabrielle is on top of her man, moving her body sinuously over his rod which is entering in her round and perfect bum, just to reappear fast as it goes.
Fabiola was hypnotized by the movement of Gabrielle’s body. She can’t take her eyes away. It’s the first time she had witnessed such a scene and it surely had some effect on her.  The heat she felt is now stronger, it literally makes her whole body burn and a strange, frantic sensation runs wild on her fingers!
At any moment, resistance to that sensation becomes difficult and when she sees Francis hands holding tight her friend’s bum cheeks and pushing her down his rod, she has to bite her lip to resist and control the need of her fingers to touch herself intimately.

Gabrielle pants harder, her body petrifiied on her beloved man’s rod. She’s used to it, but the sudden move Francis made, surprises her and leaved her breathless. The room is filled by her panting voice and Fabiola can clearly hear it even if she’s behind the bathroom’s door.
A loud smack surprised both the girls and makes Gabrielle scream.

“Who told you to stop, my Pet?” Francis thunders to Gabrielle, while tears appear in her eyes.

“Aaahh, s-sorry Master.” She replies, babbling “That was so sudden.”

He smacks her cheek again, once, twice, and every time she moans, pleased.

“You know what to expect when I’m disappointed.” he says, with a little evil smirk.

“No, not that, Master, please, I beg you!” she pleads, but to Fabiola’s big surprise, she wasn’t scared, maybe, excited someway!

Then, Fabiola notices in Francis’ hand was something similar to a small chain.

“What is it?” she asks herself.

Suddenly his hand moves, pulling it. This time, Gabrielle’s moan was louder, wild and Fabiola could see why: a chock chain! A small chock chain is wrapped around Gabrielle’s hard shaft and Francis has pulled it so hard to let her friend feel a sudden pain! A pain she apparently enjoys!

What a vision, for her! Fabiola steps back, covering her mouth with both hands, trying not to yell. That would be embarrassing if they caught her. Back to her room, Fabiola hides herself under the sheet, trying to get that image out of her head. Every time she closed her eyes, she could hear Gabrielle’s moans and see that indecent image in her thoughts. Their words… Master, Pet… What’s the meaning of them? And what are her friend and his man doing in the other room now? And what’s this strange feeling she can feel growing in her?

It’s a shame, something not in her nature, but it’s torturing her mind and body. A traitorous body that is now burning, filled by lust she can barely control and won’t let her sleep for most of the night.
In fact, the next morning, when Sammy returns back to the room, Fabiola was still asleep.
“Hey, sleepyhead! It’s almost midday, Isn’t it time to get up?”
But no reply come from under the white sheet.

“Come on, wake up!” Sammy insists, but nothing happens. Pissed off, Sammy pushes the sheet away, revealing her friend curled up on the bed, trying to hide her face. The girl moves close to her friend, watching her carefully to understand if something is wrong or if she just feels sick.

”Hey, are you ok? The others are worried for you?” she asks, shaking her.

“Hmmm, sorry, wasn’t able to sleep last night.” Fabiola says, rubbing her eyes and recognizing, finally, the one who is talking to her “let me have a cold shower and I’ll join you, ok?”

–  continued –

[Brandybee]

The place where your heart is.      PART  2  –  hentaiboy69

Sammy nods at her, satisfied her friend was up, leaves the room to go back to the beach to rejoin her friends.
It takes about 40 minutes for Fabiola to feel in the right mood to join her friends. The night and cold shower doesn’t help her to get rid of her thoughts about what happen and even if she tried as hard as she could, when she finally joined them, those images kept coming back to the point she had to turn away and take a deep breath.

“Hey Sammy, are you feeling good!?” Francis asks her, catching her attention.

And there they are, both naked, in front of her, her attention focused on the chock chain, on Gabrielle’s scream of pleasure! Fabiola blushes, but she holds her strength and sits near him.

“I’m fine, maybe just a bit dizzy,” she lies, trying to hold his eyes, “I usually don’t drink that much.”
“Good. We were all worried for you, especially Gabrielle! Coffee? Maybe it will help”
“Yes, please and a brioche! I didn’t have breakfast and I’m a little hungry!”
“On the way!” Francis replies, smiling at her and heads to the near kiosk.

When he returns, he holds Gabrielle around her waist, kissing her lips softly. That scene makes Fabiola blush again, how long she can control the feelings growing in her? At any simple touch, any caress they make, her mind runs to the memories of the night, to what she saw and felt. What’s going on with her? Why is it now rooted so deep in her?
The day looks endless to her. She wanted to run away, try to get back her peace but she can’t! Everywhere she looks, she can see couples and they remind her of the night, no matter how hard she tries, she can’t win against this shameful feelings! Or maybe, she doesn’t want to!
And that night, in her bed, things didn’t get any better. Even though she didn’t want to, she felt the desire to go and watch them. She wonders if they are doing it again! She stares at the bathroom door and at Sammy sleeping by her side. She is tempted to go to Francis and Gabrielle’s room. The desire of spying on them grows minute by minute. Temptation wins!

Slowly and quietly, she sneaks out the bed and walks till she is in front of their door. Trembling, her hand grabs the handle and starts to slowly turn it.
“Click,” the door opens. She turns back to look at Sammy, just to be sure she’s sleeping in their bed still, then she softly opens the door and steps in the bathroom. Again, softly, she closes the door of her room to, trying to be quiet so as not to wake up Sammy but to leave it ajar to have an easy escape in case Gabrielle or Francis come to the bathroom. Her heart pounds faster as she gets close to the other door. Her heartbeat rises as her anxiety and excitement run wild.

The door at last is in front of her and it’s not closed! This time, her eyes don’t need to get used to the dark! The view that is now revealed in front of her, is more intriguing and exciting than she expects.
Francis is lay on his back and holding Gabrielle’s waist tight. He is panting and smiling, looking at his lovely Gabrielle, wildly riding his hard rod. This time, Fabiola has a full view of her friend’s naked body and her girlish shaft. Her cock is wrapped, again, by the chock chain.

She’s facing the door but her eyes are closed, while her hands are squeezing her tits and pinching her dark pink nipples, giving her more intense pleasure, something she barely hides moaning continuously and loudly.
Watching them makes her body burn, giving strange chills all over it. She can’t hide how much she has waited for this all day and now she’s there, captured by that exciting view of her friend and her man enjoying each other, moaning and panting under the feeble moonlight filling the room.
Her heart stops for a moment when she realizes she’s attracted by them, her, who even refuses to talk about sex in public, is now there, spying on one of her best friends having wild sex!

She wonders what Gabrielle feels but the expression on her face reveals how excited she is and her moans get more intense and loud at every minute. It’s clear she’s pushed at her limit, she can’t last too long. Gabrielle moves faster and higher on her man’s rod. He pops out of her stretched hole, just to suddenly ram in again and again with his whole length.
Fabiola is hypnotized by the shameless view that attracts her and makes her body squirm. She loses control of her hand and explores her virginal body. She touches her tits and plays with her erect,  pointed nipples. Slowly, she feels a wetness on her inner thighs, followed by an intense heat that makes her legs tremble till she supports herself on the wall using her left hand so as not to fall on the floor. Intrigued and excited, her hand slips from her tits, grazing her belly, till it reaches her panties. She’s shocked to find them soaked by a sticky juice. She feels the intense pleasure when her fingers barely touch her swollen labia.

The pleasant sensation, makes her fingers eager. Her hand slips under her panties and the mid finger is now stroking gently between her labia, making her breathe heavy, so she can barely hold a moan. The show in front of her is intoxicating. Gabrielle moans maniacally, getting filled by that big and swollen rod that looks ready to explode! It’s all shameful, her friends play, what she’s doing right now, but she enjoys it!

She never expected that it could feel so good. Her body wants it and now even her mind is ready to accept it. She’s nervous and a little scared. But what surprises her, isn’t about the pleasant sensation she feels touching herself, it is the fact she really enjoys watching the couple. A desire that builds and makes her horny and wild! Her middle finger moves faster. It is about to find its way inside her wet and excited pussy when something suddenly happens!
Stranger’s hands suddenly push her panties down to her knees and something licks slowly but firmly at her soaked and swollen labia. That makes strange chills again run over her body, making her moan softly but at the same time, a thought runs in her mind,
“Who is behind her doing this!? And how was she caught so easily?

Fabiola, in ecstasy, turns her head to discover her suspicion is true. Her friend Sammy is there, holding her thighs and her tongue is greedily tasting the sweet juice that is leaking out of Fabiola’s virginal pussy. This strong sensation takes control of Fabiola’s body and her mind can barely try to think about what’s going on and even if she could tell Sammy to stop, not a single word spills out her mouth, she’s just able to moan and stare at Gabrielle and her boyfriend.
Without realizing it, two of her fingers have slipped inside her soaked pussy and they are opening their way deep inside it, moving frantically in and out, making her breathe heavy and letting her legs tremble more than before but she can handle it, even if she’s getting very close to her limit. She breaks when Sammy’s tongue plays around her rosebud. Gently, Sammy’s tongue moves in circles around it, indulging for a second before going on with a slow and pleasant dance. Once, twice and again, till it suddenly reaches the center, pushing a little in to that closed and unexplored entrance.

Sammy’s hands are now holding tight Fabiola’s bum cheeks and her thumbs are now close to Fabiola’s entrance. Too close! Really close! To the point it stretches a little, letting her tongue’s tip going inside it. Unable to control herself, Fabiola yells her pleasure and loses balance, falling inside Gabrielle and Francis’ room, slamming the door, and followed by Sammy who falls over her.
Gabrielle and Francis turn to the direction of the bathroom and what they see, surprises them.

“What are you doing here?” Gabrielle demands of her friends, without bothering to cover her nudity.

Fabiola, blushes for ecstasy and shame, can’t hold her friend’s eyes and bows her head, trying to find an excuse for the situation but her mind is blank, unable to think of something else except what happens right now.
Gabrielle, a little shocked but even surprised, is now in front of her, while Francis is watching the three girls, from the bed.

“Well? Girls?” Gabrielle asks, a little upset.

Fabiola lifts her head, just to have Gabrielle’s hard shaft right in front of her eyes. She swallows nervously, unable to move her eyes away of that view: it’s so close to her now, just a few inches away from her lips and the desire to kiss it is strong, too much maybe…
“Eyes up here, Fabiola!” Gabrielle says, smiling and amused.
“So sorry, Gabrielle, I know what I did is wrong.” Fabiola babbles “but you and Francis, that was, oh God!”
Gabrielle kneels down and hugs Fabiola, pressing her tits against her, gently caressing her hair
“There is nothing wrong with you, just, you pleasantly surprised me! I never expected this from you, Fabiola, maybe from Sammy.” she says, smiling again.

“I know, but I can’t stop watching you, because…” and then she stops. The silence fills the room, everyone stares at Fabiola, waiting for her to complete her sentence. Only Sammy smirks at her words, like she know what she’s about to say.
“Because… I always loved you!” Fabiola continues after taking a deep breath. Gabrielle, shocked by Fabiola’s revelation, is speechless! Did Fabiola really say that!? Loves her! She never suspected that. Why did Fabiola never reveal it before?

“Fabiola, Really?”

Fabiola nods at Gabrielle’s question, who immediately turns to Sammy.
“You knew about this?”

“Yes, but I promised her to never reveal it to you.” Sammy replies, turning her face away.

Gabrielle stares at Fabiola’s face. Tears flow slowly on her blushed cheeks. For years, together they had laughed, cried and done many things, but Gabrielle had never noticed Fabiola’s feelings for her!
She felt guilty now but happy at the same time. She knew Fabiola well and knew her feelings are true.

Gently, Gabrielle holds Fabiola’s face in her hands and places her lips against Fabiola’s, kissing her lightly at first, then pushing her tongue between them till fully open seeking Fabiola’s tongue. They touch, dancing seductively together in Fabiola’s mouth, greedy as Gabrielle’s hands, gently fondle Fabiola’s back, slowly moving along it, from shoulders to bum, till they reach and grab the edge of her vest.
She pulls it over Fabiola’s head, removing it, and throws it on the floor, totally exposing her to her friends’ sight. Strangely she's not ashamed. That situation is intriguing and excites her even more than watching Gabrielle and her boyfriend having sex.

The soft touch of Gabrielle’ hands on her skin, sends wild chills all over her when Gabrielle’s fingers start to play with her nipples. She pinches and pulls one of them, softly then a little rough, and wraps her soft lips around the other one, sucking gently sucking, while Fabiola’s moans gets loud and fill the whole room.
The moans rise in intensity and excitement when Gabrielle’s hand slide along her body until it reaches her wet, swollen pussy. Her precious juice is leaking on her friend’s hand and on the floor and its sweet smell is inebriant.  Slowly and gently, Gabrielle lays her down on the floor while her tongue continuously play with Fabiola’s erect nipples and her fingers find their way inside that eager and her not so unexplored pussy.

Naturally, Sammy and Francis enjoy the unexpected show. They both stare at the two girls with lascivious thoughts in their minds and their body's react immediately at the new stimulation of watching them. Sammy’s hands massage and squeeze her tits while her love juice leaks all over the floor. Her spread legs offer a perfect view of her shaved pussy and the moonlight makes her labia shine in the juice that covers them.
She can feel her crotch burn and the sensations rise when she notices Francis stroking his hard rod while watching her. His eyes explore her naked and exposed body but this doesn’t shame her, it excites her. She licks her lips slowly to provoke him. Maybe she’s less attractive then Fabiola, but she  knows how to catch a man’s attention and rise their libido!

Francis, tempted by the show of Gabrielle, Fabiola and Sammy, can’t resist and sprays his white seed as he watches and she sees him! She spreads wide her legs to offer him an even better view, without realizing that Fabiola’s hand is now so close to her to that her fingers accidentally stroke her pussy making her squirt all over them.
It makes Sammy yell loud, catching the attention of the others. Fabiola is surprised but curious, she wonders what the strange liquid is. She stares at her fingers, wet and shiny. The temptation to lick them grows, barely controllable, when suddenly Gabrielle wraps her lips around them, sucking them gently and slowly. They pop when she frees them but Fabiola has no time to realize what’s going on, Gabrielle’s lips are on hers again but this time her tongue doesn’t find any resistance. Gabrielle senses the intense passion of Fabiola in that kiss and in her hands, that lightly scratch her back. Suddenly Sammy interrupts them.

“Don’t dare have Fabiola just for you.” she says, trying to catch her breath, “Not after what she just did to me.”

“I don’t mind sharing.” Gabrielle replies, smiling at Fabiola and moving down till her pink shaft is right in front of Fabiola’s pussy just to start rub its tip against her soaked labia, making more juice leak out.

Fabiola’s breath is heavy with small pants and moans. She closes her eyes in a desperate bid to catch some strength but the intense pleasure grows deep inside her. When she opens them again, something unexpected happens. Inches away her face, she can see Sammy’s drooling pussy. She can’t believe how wet it is and the delicious scent fills her nostrils. Some drops of juice fall on her face.

“Can you see what you did do to me?” Sammy asks her friend, moving closer to her face.

“I-I’m sorry, Sammy, I…” she tries to reply, without being able to finish her sentence. Gabrielle, impatient and excited, pushes the whole tip of her shaft in Fabiola’s pussy, slowly, but being her first time, the pain was intense for Fabiola.

“What, what are doing, Gabry? St… mmffhh!”

This time, it's Sammy who interrupts her, pushing her swollen pussy against Fabiola’s mouth. Sammy’s juice fills it. It’s a little salty but in general it is a nice taste and instinctively her tongue starts to move between Sammy’s stretched labia to taste more. She’s greedy, the lovely juice helps her in the pain she feels while Gabrielle’ shaft slowly slides deep inside her. Little by little she’s getting used to it and the pain begins to turn to pleasure and just the simple idea of finally being able to have sex with her beloved Gabry, makes her wetter.
She wants to yell her pleasure but her mouth is totally full of Sammy’s pussy, she swallows her juices  and enjoys the whole situation, more than she expected!
Francis enjoys the show the three girls are running free and wild: the way Sammy and his sweet Gabry are now kissing, Fabiola, who is exploring her sexuality for the first time. It’s very difficult for him to resist at the incredible view of three hot girls making out! In fact, it doesn’t take long for his throbbing cock to shoot and jettison a copious spray of his white seed.

This makes him eager to be part of the game, but most he wants to finish what he and Gabrielle had started, he watches as his beloved pet moves her sexy bum rhythmically, hypnotizing him. Yes, he definitely wants back what belongs to him, no matter what's going on! He stands up from the bed and with his drooling rod moves behind his lovely pet and pushes himself tight against her back, letting her feel his mighty rod right between her bum cheeks. He grabs the chock chain and pulls it, then whispers to her.

“I like the show with your friends, but it’s time to give you your load, my Pet,” saying this, he pulls the chain again making her jump from the pain. Without hesitation, Francis digs his rod deep in Gabry’s anus in one go, making her twitch and squirm. Her body immediately reacts to that stimulation.
The rhythm of her movement rises fast and her choked shaft is almost inside Fabiola’s pussy with all its length, while Francis rod is barely slipped out of her stretched anus. She makes it slide inside again, moving her bum backward then forwards again, tightening her grip around Francis’s swollen rod: back and forward, again and again. She loved that feeling, even the pain the tight chain is giving in choking her shaft, now ready to blow its pleasure but Francis, who noticed it, pull the small chain tightens it more and place his hand on Gabry’s mouth, pounding harder his rod into her and whisper her “Don’t dare to cum till you get your load, my Pet!”

Gabrielle, unable to free herself, nods at his words. She knows she can’t last too long but never wants to disappoint her Master: she tries to regain all her strength but her body is twitching heavily and the feeling she gets from being inside a woman for the first time, makes everything more difficult.
She’s nearly to her limit when with a sudden move, Francis drags her close to him letting her girlish shaft pop out Fabiola’s body and releasing a copious load of his dense seed deep in her warm bum: he loosens his grip on the chock chain and finally frees Gabry's shaft from that painful, but pleasant, torture and it takes seconds before she spurts her seed all over Fabiola’s body and on Sammy’s belly.

That warm sensation on her body, makes Fabiola lose the last control she has. Chills are running all around her burning body, her eager mouth tasting deeply into Sammy’s pussy and with sweet juice leaking all over her face. Any hesitation she had at the beginning are now far gone, lust and passion are driving her, pushing her into a new and unexplored dimension, till she feels it: her crotch is on fire, too much to handle with it, and that sensation now fills her whole body, wild and unstoppable, till it explodes in her first and irresistible orgasm who makes her whole being squirm in ecstasy, leaving her exhausted.
Even Sammy, having had a first orgasm, can barely hold a second, more intense one. She yells her pleasure and falls over Fabiola’s body, panting heavily with a satisfied smile on her face. Watching each other and trying to catch their breath. All of them know the night is not over yet!

Next morning, at the beach. Francis and Sammy are enjoying the fresh breeze coming from the sea, while reading the note Fabiola has left them.

“We are going shopping. See you at the beach!”

Almost three hours had passed before they hear Fabiola’s voice calling them.
“Sorry for being late. It took longer than we expected.”

Francis and Sammy turn to face them, and they are speechless. The two girls are both wearing a red tiny bikini with blue strings and black tight hot pants: Sammy and Francis look at each other, then again at the girls, especially at Fabiola. Her change of look happily surprised them.

Sammy says, “Woaahh, Fabiola. You look sexy girl! What’s going on?”
“Nothing, just I think it’s time for a change,” she replies smiling a little embarrassed, “Maybe it doesn’t suit me?”
“No. It’s fit. Trust me,” Francis says, staring at her and Gabry, “You both look great!”

Hearing this, Fabiola grabs his left arm while Gabrielle his right one, both happily smiling at him. Francis smiles back and softly kisses Gabry on her lips, while Sammy happily surprised, grabs Fabiola’s left arm, as they all walk back to the hotel for lunch.
Francis stares at the three girls, visibly excited, then whispers to them

“These ten days are going to be sooo funny and hot!”
“They will be.!” they answer him, before laughing all together.

The  End.

[Brandybee]

                                            3.  The Inter-Dimensional Journey.  –  Rambot 

Ram's travel diary, day 1.
First of all, let me introduce myself. I have a very long and hard-to-pronounce name which is of no interest, because I prefer to be called Ram. It's much more energetic and catchy.

I'm a demon geek and a geek demon.

As a demon geek, I'm extremely talented in the fields that are of no interest to old school demons, like inter-dimensional astral physics, computer programming and imaginary realms. Unluckily, everything has its price. So, being top-of-the-top in my favorite sciences, I'm, let's say, less-then-brilliant in more common disciplines, like quantum rhetoric’s and hand-to-hand seduction.

Now, being as brilliant as I am, I'd found a way to make my living as a geek demon. I work with the creators of computer games and internet sites. Oh no, I'm not trying to buy there souls – this is too straightforward. Instead, I inspire them with new creative ideas – and I'm talking DARK inspiration here, of course. And my, how they jump on those ideas! So they create computer games, internet sites etc. that corrupt and contaminate users' souls, making them an easy prey for old school demons. Each soul corrupted by software inspired by me, bears a mark. When an old school demon acquires such a soul and sends it to the 1st Infernal Soul Bank, I get my share – 10% of the dark mana.

So, why “the journey”?

Ah, that's a good question. Being brilliant as I am, I've made a whole series of scientific discoveries.

Discovery 1. Everyone knows that words have power. BUT! I've discovered, that theoretically, anyone saying “My soul is yours” to a demon, has to face the consequences. Even – mind you – if he doesn't mean that for real! Even if he doesn't know he's talking to a demon! The only limitations are, the object must say the words without being forced to, and the demon has to be there in corpora, i.e. in his body.

Discovery 2. The realms of computer game characters do exist. I call them CG-realms, for Computer-Generated.

Discovery 3. A demon can travel to those realms and possess the body of a game character.

Discovery 4. A feedback between CG-realm character and his user exists.

Summarizing all of the above, we can assume, that if some human's CG-character says a demon-possessed CG-character that he gives the latter his soul, it will happen to that human for real! Although it's still necessary to find, if the demon acquires the whole soul or only a certain part of it.

And tomorrow, the glory day, I will travel – in my mind – to the human world and from there to some imaginary G-realm, and try my theory! So by this, I announce the beginning of a new great journey.

Ram's travel diary, day 2.

Now that's what I'd call a partial success.

First of all, I have identified a potential carrier. A girl called Natalie, first year student in the university, totally unlucky with males. As for me, I can hardly understand why – she has a great pairing potential: blond hair, cute face, huge mammaries and a sharp intelligence. Maybe too sharp for mating purposes. Anyway, I have no interest in solving her problems – quite on the contrary.

So I was glad to find her at an advanced stage of sexual frustration. Then it was almost too simple to implant an idea to surf the internet looking for an online virtual sex game.

Sure thing, almost immediately she found the AChat – a game that seems created especially for my purposes.

I'm just proud of the next idea I inspired in her: to become a virtual shemale mistress fucking the brains out of so-much-hated males and humiliating them every possible way. Of course Natalie jumped on that idea readily.

Then came the turn of the next idea. To create a DEMON character that will demand from her slaves to give her their souls for a fuck. This time it took my girl almost two seconds to agree.

So Natalie stormed into creating her character. About the name – I'm Ram (that's an explanation for me), the character is supposed to ram asses (that's for her), and it is actually a robot, so… Ram-boid? Ramboid! Natalie just loved it.

Next – the body. Many human males, especially white ones, are DYING to fuck a black girl. Therefore – dark skin, kind of coffee-with-milk. Straight black hair, green eyes (unnatural but sexy), big tits and ass. Aggressive red lips and nails. Looking at the result, Natalie even felt a sudden desire to be fucked by that newborn beautiful creature.

Next – the accessories and clothes. Here Natalie didn't need any help of mine – she had quickly found a “devil costume” set, consisting of cute red horns slightly protruding through the black hair of our Ramboid, a pair of black wings, a black-and-red bra with cups shaped like spurts of fire, and a red rope-wide something that was supposed to be a bikini bottom.

After a little thinking, Natalie went to Lingerie-stockings section and replaced the bikini with Black sheer body stocking – semi-transparent lacy black something tightly fitting the curvaceous body of our sexy creature, leaving uncovered the crotch, ass, inner thighs, breasts and shoulders. I had to admit – combined with the horns and the wings, it was much sexier and demonic then the original set.

Next – the characteristics. “I'm a demon mistress that wants SEX and SOULS. Be my slave and give me your soul.” Short and elegant.

And the moment Natalie was finishing buying the poses, her roommate suddenly returned! That was most inappropriate, but… Nothing to do, will have to wait until tomorrow.

Ram's travel diary, day 3.

Now THAT'S what I'd call a CRUSHING success.

When I reconnected with Natalie's mind, I was most pleasantly surprised. All the day she could only think of her new toy, and by the time she finally opened her laptop, her panties were already soaked with her juices.

My plan was, to remain fully “behind Natalie's left shoulder” and give her ideas what to write chatting. The moment she types the phrase “I want your soul”, I'll leave half of my personality with her (to stay in control) and send another half to possess the Ramboid.

The first prey came along 5 seconds after Ramboid logged in. “I want be your slave mistress” – and an invite, not even waiting for an answer.

Accept. Sure thing, a male character with short blond hair, naked already in his “street” form, called something like “xxx-dude”. “I want lots of sex with no talks and for free” written all over him. And of course, immediately followed the proposition for Ramboid to suck him.

“Not so fast boy!” Ramboid slaps Dude. “Forgot you are a slave?”

“I'm sorry mistress. Want to punish me?” – already better.

“You forget I'm the DEMON mistress. I want your SOUL!” – one-half of my personality dives into the CG-realm of AChat. The inter-dimensional journey into the CG-realm is… interesting. I see a green screen filling with strange white symbols from its top to the bottom, hear curious phone-modem-connecting sounds, then go through the screen and voila – I'm in Ramboid's body. A curious sensation, I must say – I suddenly feel being in a human shemale body, sense all its parts, its weird anatomy (no unnecessary organs like kidneys for example) – and still with another half of my personality I'm still inside Natalie's mind, feeling her sexual arousal and impatience.

“Yes, mistress.” Not good enough. Good girl Natalie, she's of a great help:

“Not good enough slave! Say it ALOUD!”

“MY SOUL IS YOURS MISTRESS!”

Oooooo all the arch-devils! Suddenly I'm overflown with a rushing stream of dark mana, coming from a bought soul. Although the stream starts to weaken and suddenly stops too early. I'd say something like 50% of a whole soul charge.

Meanwhile Natalie wastes no time and goes to “hot legs and feet” pose. A curious effect: a flash in my Ramboid-possessing half's eyes, and already a new pose.

The blondie is licking Ramboid's-my leg. Hmmm, how very interesting, I'm overflown with sensations again, this time – an explosive mix of Natalie's sexual feelings and… Ramboid's body's sensations? Yes, a part of me feels a male's tongue and hands caressing my black-clad foot, and this is pleasant and… arousing? Yes… My black cock is raising its head…

I let Natalie to handle the situation, the good girl is doing excellent. A black-clad foot (my foot?) is raising the male's head and rubbing his face. Then it goes slightly down and starts rubbing his chest. The boy moans in delight.

“U like it slave?”

“Yesss…”

“And this?” – my hands are pinching his nipples. Dude throws back his head and strokes his formidable dick. “Ahh…” I look into his eyes and see only lust there.

My foot goes even lower and starts fondling his balls and dick. “So nice”, – moans Dude.

“Nice? I'm not NICE!” – a sharp kick in the balls. “Aa!!!” – the boy throws back his head, now in pain and… still in lust? How very interesting…

My foot returns to his face. “Got me slave?”

A new sudden pose change. Dude is leaning back on the sofa with his legs spread, I am kneeling before him stroking his hard dick (mmmm… nice…) and fucking his ass with a dildo. “AAAAH” – “How about that slave?” Meanwhile Natalie is already boiling wet, her left hand is hectically rubbing her clit while the right one handles the laptop.

“Ooooh it's so big… AAH AAH!” I feel a mad desire to stick my black dick where the dildo currently is. Quite an entertaining feedback effect. I have to remind myself I'm actually a demon and have no dick to start with.

“Starting to enjoy slave?” – “Yesss…” I rub my huge brown nipples with a dildo. An electric discharge of pleasure and arousal rushes through my-Ramboid's-Natalie's body.

The dildo returns into Dude's ass. “I'm a demon boy! And your soul is mine!” – “AAAAAA I feel it!”

Suddenly Dude leaps forward and kisses Ramboid, his tongue deep in my mouth. A warm sexual wave rolls through my-Ramboid's body, together with a mad burst of fury.

A fast and sharp slap to his penis: “Behave slave!” Another slap… and another… Oh, the three of us – me, Ramboid and Natalie – enjoy it so much! “AAAAH” – “Good!”

Click. Another instantaneous pose change. Dude lays on his back, me-Ramboid rides his chest, my dick in his mouth. “ooooooooooommmmmmmmmmm” – “Work good slave!”

Oooohh it's incredible! His warm and wet and tight mouth around my painfully throbbing cock… The touch of his tongue on the bottom side of it… I've never thought such a pleasure was possible… Only the thought that I have to be THE DEMON MISTRESS keeps me from writhing in convulsions of lust, and allows to keep ramming (ha-ha!) his silky mouth with a slightly interested expression on my-Ramboid's face. Natalie's legs are already on the table, on the both sides of her laptop, and a dildo is vibrating deep in her vagina, generously wetted with her flowing love juice.

I try different options. With hands on my butt, adding more thrust; massaging my firm big tits; with hands behind my head (interesting effect…)… Dude moans. “You have such big cock” (his English teacher may commit suicide right now) – “You want my big demon cock in your ass slave?”

Dude starts licking the head of my cock. Hell he's driving me crazy! Then he rubs my cock over his cute face… I hardly keep from cumming all over it.

“I don't know… It's really big…” – “The keep sucking you blond bitch!” Deep-throat. OOOOO!!!!

Then I start pulling my dick completely out and forcefully ramming it back into his mouth. “Take it slave!”

Dude moans. Waves of pleasure roll through my body. Me-Ramboid-Natalie on the brink of an orgasm… And then it comes.

Ramboid's dick explodes with an endless spurt of hot white sperm – into Dude's mouth, on his face, on his chest. Natalie's vagina explodes as well, squirting her juices all over the room. Well, enough is enough for one day.

“You've been a good slave, boy. Your demon mistress is pleased with you. Maybe next time you'll be allowed more. Bye slave lover.”

I leave Ramboid and then Natalie's exhausted body. Good girl, I couldn't have wished for a better assistant.

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To summarize today's conclusions:
a) A soul acquisition by means of computer games is proven possible.
b) The percentage of the soul acquired is directly proportional to the percentage of demon's personality possessing the game character at the moment of acquisition.
c) A positive feedback exists between the computer game character and the demon possessing it.
d) It is fun!
e) I'LL BE BACK!!!

The  End.

[Brandybee]

                                

4. Titty Twister    –    Zoerink 

It was a fine August evening, the sun was setting on the horizon of the silent desert road. The sand shifted in ripples a few centimetres from the tarmac as the breeze swept it along the road and it caught in the headlights of the lone 18 wheel truck on the road.

It was in the middle of nowhere, I was heading across the states, needing to go from East to West, listening to the radio.  The local frequency played “I’m Feeling good” by Muse and I was just enjoying the music and thinking of calling in at the road bar called “Titty Twister,” close to New Mexico.
I had visited before and whilst there I saw an angel, or at least I thought so. She was the prettiest girl, I had seen and was also a truck driver but her rig was much smaller than mine.

I knew as soon as I saw her, I knew she was special.  My heart flipped and I felt an intense attraction for her, her smile, and her eyes were breath taking.

A loud beep in the cab bought me back from my reverie, I needed to put more fuel in my truck to continue my travel.

In that moment, I decided to change direction. There was a Gas Station not far away and I could visit the place again and go to the dessert, on Route 66 and to the “Titty Twister.” The place where I had found her. My thoughts returned naturally to her lithe figure, the most stunning woman in my world, and back to the place where I had felt embraced and welcomed.

I refuelled and continued on. I found the placed easily.  I parked my truck with the others. I hoped she was there but did not really expect her to be when I didn’t see her truck in the parking lot.  A song caught my attention in the cab which I wanted to listen to first… Asphalt Cowboy by Blake Shelton.

I entered the “Titty Twister” bar and asked for a drink. There were lots of people inside and it appeared a wedding reception was being held too due to some of the way people were dressed. I ventured outside to the beer garden. Some people were like me, other truckers or just passing through and had decided to drop in for a break and light refreshment, maybe even rest up for the night.

Outside was a stunning full moon looking down on the establishment from its privileged position in the sky. It glowed brightly in the jet black of the desert sky.

As I admired in its beaming glory and sipped my beer, I felt a hand behind me, tap my shoulder…
“Hello dude, didn’t know you were here.”

My heart started to beat faster and my feelings went on high alert.  I could feel the warm wind come through the bar, I could feel the vibrations under my feet in the floor of passing trucks and people walking, I could sense the air, tense and different…

I turned and saw her, “Isis, nice to see you again, I was just thinking about you, and didn’t expect to find you here today.”

To be honest, she had never been far from my thoughts since that first meeting that had blown me away.

She smiled and asked me for a beer which I ordered immediately and we took them to a nearby table. “Today is gonna be a good day,” I thought.

We talked a lot, about our lives, and what hard work it was in a truck, always travelling. We talked about lot of things we did in the past.

My eyes were fixed on her lips when she spoke, her eyes, her smile. I easily betrayed my feelings and she knew the reaction she caused in my body and my mind. We laughed and flirted and we drank some more beers and tequila.

Time stood still in so many ways and yet, pressed on so quickly. The clock it seems was running against me. It was getting late, and I was afraid she would go to her truck to sleep soon and then probably the day after I would not see her before she hit the road. Trucks must travel. And although I counted my blessings today and I was lucky I had found her again, I knew I couldn’t be lucky forever. I had to take advantage of fate bringing us together again.

“Isis, I have a… “  I began to speak.

She put her fingers on my lips and smiled a mischievous smile, “I want to play a game dude, look at this girls.”
She alerted me to some girls in the bar, that were flirting with some other truckers. They looked like girls who were local most likely from the little town, 2 miles away from here, trying to escape life in their little bored town. 

“Yes… I see then Isis,” wondering what was coming next.

“Well, what do you think about them? Do you think you can flirt with one of them?”  Isis asked.

I was totally embarrassed, the question had taken me unawares, had me misplaced, and her mischievous smile made me nervous.  I could not refuse to follow her game however, every second with her was like a gift, plus I was a little intrigued.

“Ok, what do you want me to do?, I asked, “To be honest, the most stunning woman in this bar is not there, she is in front of me, but if you want me to look, I will.”

I stood up slowly, moved closer to her, and gave her a small kiss on her lips which I slowly deepened before breaking away. I moved my lips close to her ear and I whispered to her, 
“Wait a second”.

She looked stunned by my unexpected kiss. Now it was she who had been misplaced. She had done nothing to prevent my kiss, and I liked that.

I moved away and walked towards the girls she had directed my attention to. I asked them to listen to the music I was about to put on.  The truckers looked at me, not that friendly at my interruption but just watched as I went to the musical machine and insert some coins.

The sound of the tune “After Dark” by Tito and Tarantula, sounded in the air, and I slid my body around the girls. They looked at each other in delight and joined in slowly, they started to caress my chest, over my clothes, in a very erotic atmosphere.  The truckers looked on bemused but were enjoying the girls’ reactions so decided to enjoy the unexpected show.

One of the girl’s try to put her hand under my shirt, but I took her hand, and stopped her… she slid down over my pants and I stopped her again…

The situation was erotic and together with the tequilas I found it made me horny as hell!  I was in heaven but my eyes were on fire looking for Isis. I saw her watching intensely and biting her lower lip, without even blinking.

I took advantage, dancing erotically around the girls. Teasingly, I only allowed them to touch me on my outer clothing and not in any intimate places.

It was quite hot and others in the room stopped mid conversation to watch.

After the song had finished, the crowd burst into applause and I took a short bow before I walked over to Isis again. I took her hand, and kissed it softly.

I moved close to her ear, and said, “Now it is your turn Sweetie.”

I went to the jukebox, I inserted coins and chose a good song … “Teardrop” by Massive Attack.
I took her hand, and bought her body close to mine. My hands circled around her body and started caress her back, softly… while our hips, so close each other, danced with the music.

Around us, all the people were focused on us, but we were oblivious. Just the music and us existed. The music and attraction seeped into our bodies, feeling closer with every beat of our hearts, our blood flowed through our veins, rushing full with pheromones.

I brought my lips to her cheek, and brushed softly, while my hands drew many curves in her back.
I could feel her hand as she slid it under my shirt, and I let her do it. She looked at the girl who had tried a similar move earlier and smiled at her, explaining silently that I was for her.

I was happy with this and smiled just before I put my lips over her lips, and kissed her, short and sweet, for some seconds.

After, I opened my lips a little more, kissed her again and deepened it into a truly wonderful snog. Our tongues started a sweet dance with the music, like snakes fighting in a ritual mating dance, without stopping for breath and at the same time our hands caressed each other’s body.

The atmosphere was heated and suddenly realised we were in public. We both giggled and decided to go out, to my truck. After all, my truck was much bigger than her truck, and therefore so was my bed.

We was walking on to the parking lot and to my truck, kissing, and taking some clothes off on the way. We were so excited. When entering the truck, we closed the door and pulled the curtain to. We did not want the public to see inside. We had given enough of a show already.

Once inside, I took Isis at the hips and lay her on the bed. I moved up to her ear, and whispered …
“Don’t do anything, just relax my sweet.”

I opened the roof of my compartment, and was able to surprise her for above us was a huge full moon shining down.
“This is a gift for you.”  I murmured as we both became swathed in moonlight.

I kissed her passionately, feeling her hands caressing my chest, underneath my shirt, which quickly slid off my shoulders.

I was doing the same, taking her clothes off sensuously and caressing her. My hands slid along her body, her skin so soft. With the tips of my fingers, I started to trace her lips, caress her cheek, slid down along her neck. Looking in her eyes and kissing her too, while my hands caressed her sweet breasts, slowly, giving her a soft massage and playing with her nipples. I enjoyed her as she started to moan, softly.

“I was thinking of you all day Isis,” I murmured against her skin.

I talked softly with words of seduction her while I was caressed her belly with my hands, undoing her pants.  She smiled at me and as I looked at her, the full moon was reflected in her eyes and made her even more beautiful, a Moon Goddess. Her nudity stunning in the moonlight. 

She mixed smiles with her soft moans, her breath quickening, the pace of her heart punctuated with mine, feeling our bodies glued against each other, rubbed with less and less clothes.

Slowly we undressed, I took off her shirt with my hands, her bra with my lips, then down, kissing every inch of her neck, her chest, her lips, her shoulders, her belly button, and gently bite down to the waistband of her panties. We were in heaven, with the full moon as our only witness.

She had no words on her lips… but her hands told a lot of things… she took off my t shirt and now took off my pants, button by button, caressing me sometimes under my underwear, and feeling how much I was in heaven with her and wanted her.

She smiled and said “wow” when she touched my cock, so hard for her.

She surrounded it with one hand while the other took off the few clothes I had left. She moved her hand with a mating rhythm while I slid my hand under her panties, gently caressing her furrow and clitoris.

Eventually we were totally nude, one against the other. She was caressing my cock while I was caressing her clit, biting our lips at the same time, completely spellbound, under the full moon, and atmosphere we had created.

I started to kiss her body again, and painted a line along her body, slowly, softly, over her neck, her nipples, giving a tongue massage, sliding down, a little more… along her belly button, and started to lick her treasure, her stunning pussy, wet and brilliant.

I gave her a clit massage with the top of my tongue, for some minutes, her moans go low and high, as my fingers explored inside her pussy and found how much wet she was.

I am enticed and impatient because of her appeal, and in a quick move, I covered her, and put my cock close to her pussy.

I started to move, slowly, my hips, in sensuous circles, feeling my sex hitting hers, touching it, and then I slowly slid inside her, inch by inch, slowly. She held me tight, squeezing my buttocks against her crotch, feeling my whole passion, full, inside of her.

Gradually, I began a pelvic thrust, in then out, in and out, faster and faster, feeling my lips biting hers, stifling my moans in her mouth.

I felt her hands hugging and scratching my back while her breasts and my chest pressed against each other.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop… don’t stop,” she panted in her throes of passion.

Her eyes were half closed, between moans and groans while my cock felt inside her body, deeper and deeper. Her legs then clenched around my hips, and in a clever flip move, I turned her over, without breaking our union. She began to ride me, moving her pelvis, as my hands kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples, strong, very strong, feeling her cries of pleasure.

Now she was over me, with strong movements, she put her hands on my chest and looked into my eyes. Now the full moon was in my eyes. She was looking deep into my eyes and could feel the passion. She bite my lip to tease and then, she kissed me.

She started to lick my chest, while she rode me without stopping, driving me crazy and rising our temperatures.

In that moment, the power of our connection ran over the truck, the electricity sparked and arced between us. Every inch of our bodies felt the strength like a lightening strike crossing us. We suddenly exploded and had a coordinated orgasm at same time.

Our breath caught in the rapture and then slowed. We had a stunning orgasm.

We hugged, we caressed, we held each other close until eventually we fell asleep.

The next morning, I opened my eyes with a weird sensation. I looked for her as I blinked my eyes, but I didn’t find her.

Some seconds later, my senses returned and the radio was still softly playing. I was sat in my cab looking at the parking lot.

I smiled. It was a dream, a really stunning and magical dream, and maybe, just maybe one day, dreams come true.

The End.

[Brandybee]

                        

5.  The Last Road Trip.    Part  1    –    AusWoody

The sun was barely above the horizon and the roller door was opening, showing a well set up workshop. Standing in pride of place was a tarp covered machine. It was apparent to the knowing eye it was a big motorbike. He walked up to it and carefully folded the tarp off it, exposing its shiny chrome and metallic paint as it slowly appeared from under the tarp.

He stepped back admiring a years’ worth of blood sweat and tears but it was worth it all. She was a beautiful cherry red frame with a tear-drop tank with matching paint and long licks of blue flames, matching side covers, guards and air cleaner. All done in the rich cherry red, even the leather king and queen saddle was done in red leather.

He had stuck with the chain drive rather than adapting a belt drive as chains could be repaired on the side of the road. It was powered by a big twin cam v-twin bored and stroked to 1800cc producing over 180bhp and enough torque to tow a tractor trailer.
Looking at it wasn’t getting the trip started so he gave it the once over, checking fluids and pressures before he loaded his gear.

He had planned this trip for many years, since he had gotten ill. It was his main motivation to get well and the rebuilding of his bike was the final piece of the puzzle. Now it was here, a massive trip down and across this big country from north Queensland down through New South Wales, Victoria, South Australia and finally ending in Perth WA.  8000 km of open road and freedom.
There were a lot of friends both old and new that he would be visiting. He had many promises to full fill but, he had no responsibilities now so he could take as long as he liked on this trip. Something his body was thankful for.

The first leg was to Sydney where he had a wedding to go to. His only daughter
was to marry a cop! My God, what had his family come too bringing a cop into the fold?
Sadly he was resigned to it now but it had taken a long time for him to accept him as a son in law. Old habits die hard. His daughter, however, knew very little of his time before she was born and he had worked hard to make sure she remained ignorant of his wild past.
He would stay with them a week coming up to the wedding and after that he would head off on the rest of his road trip.

Rolling his machine out of his workshop, he began to load his trip gear, a sleeping bag, a hammock and a small tarp for the wet nights. A few clothes and a travel pack of tools. Closing and locking the workshop and double checking his small but tidy house, he straddled the beast and jumped on the kick starter.  It coughed and snorted but failed to start. He jumped harder, sending a shock through his leg and it fired and snarled as he opened the throttle, allowing it to come to temperature before hitting the road.

With a final look at his home he selected first and eased the clutch out, pulling out onto the road and heading for the highway, with one last look at his home.

Cruising up the on ramp he opened the throttle and let the machine breathe, looking for vibrations and rattles. As he headed down the highway his heart was singing to be back on the road, feeling the wind in his face and the highway under his boots.

He had been riding down the highway in his element when he saw a girl hitch-hiking going his way. He slowed and pulled up beside her and ran a man's admiring eye up and down her trim body. 

“Hmm nice.” He thought.

Letting the bike idle down, he removed his tin lid and asked her, “Where are you going?”

“Just south,” she replied and smiled.

“I’m, heading that way girl if you want to ride pillion?”

She readily accepted his offer and his spare lid as he strapped her backpack on his rack.

“Where are you from?” He asked.

She replied, “England, I’m here on a vacation, on the cheap.” she smiled back.

“They call me Rage,” he responded. “Ever ridden pillion before?”

“Umm no” She responded.

“It’s easy,” he said, “Just hang on to me and try not to lean, just let the bike do the work.”

Straddling the bike, he helped her mount behind him and heard her voice over the rumbling motor.

“They call me Darcy,” she said into his ear.

He nodded and accelerated away going through the gears as the bike accelerated, dropping into 4th he lifted the front wheel causing Darcy to tighten her hold around his waist bringing a big smile to his face. He let it drift down and selected 5th and settled to a loping cruise speed.

Several hours later, his back aching and his wrist and hands stiff, he saw a roadside stop coming up and slowed down.
A coffee and a feed will do him right. He shuddered to think of the aches and pains this young woman would be suffering as a new rider.

Her arse would be sore and her arms and legs stiff from the ride. Hopefully there would be hot showers and good food to ease their sore muscles.
Parking where he can keep an eye on his bike from the café, he helped her dismount and pitied her as she tried to straighten up. She would recover. She was young, maybe thirty or so.
Climbing slowly from his seat he also stood slowly. Years of punishment reminding him that this would be his last road trip.

They walked into the café, found a booth where the bike was in sight and the waitress approached with menus and asked if they would like a drink.

“Coffee for two. Big mugs please,” Rage ordered with a smile. She smiled back and admired his physique as he removed his leather jacket.

They look over the menus.  He offered to buy her dinner. It was after all late now and riding makes you hungry.

“Hey settle for steak with mushroom sauce chips and veggies?” Rage suggested.

They waited for the waitress to return with their coffees and ordered food. They chatted and he got her talking about her trip so far. She was just going where the wind blew, no timetable, no destination, just checking out the sights, a free spirit, experiencing the world.

They continued to chat as he told her of some of the great things to see in this vast land, 20 times the size of her home with 1/3 the population. They gave their order to the waitress and accepted their coffees.

He admired her long red hair and pretty green eyes. They reminded him of many of his past loves. Red heads were a weakness of his.
She had a great personality and he delighted in her soft laughter when he made some joke or other as they ate their meal.

The waitress returned to clear the crockery and he asked, “Is there was a motel around here?”
She explained they had a few rooms for the truckers to crash in, out the back with full amenities. Rage asked to book one.

Turning to Darcy he said, “I’m gunna crash here tonight. You’re welcome to stay and continue south tomorrow with me if you like? Or I can see if one of the truckies is heading south and will give you a lift?”

She considered his offer and after a few minutes accepted his invitation saying she didn’t fancy hitching at night anyway and felt safe with him as opposed to some truckie she didn’t know.

Paying their bill for dinner he collected the key to room 7. He smiled as it was

his lucky number. He wondered if luck would shine on him tonight.

Handing the key to Darcy, he went and collected his bike, pushing it round to the rear entrance and inside the rented room, never even thinking of leaving unattended while he slept.

Removing Darcy's back pack and his own saddle bags he placed them on the counter, entered the bathroom and turned on the hot water. He returned and grabbed a clean t shirt and shorts and turned his head as he headed back to the bathroom.

“A shower will ease those sore muscles Darcy, I won’t be too long,” and smiled at her.

Stripping down, he climbed into the shower, closed his eyes and allowed the hot water to wash away the road grime and the tension from his aching body.
After a few minute, he grabbed the soap and began to wash himself in earnest while the water eased the pain of a day’s riding.

Suddenly a small hand grabbed the soap and began to soap his back!
He leaned against the wall blissfully.

Darcy whispered “Thought I’d save water and join you if you didn’t mind?”

“Sure honey, you’re welcome to join me and thanks for the back wash,” he smiled and luxuriated in her touch as she scrubbed his back tracing the many scars he had earned in his long life.

She wondered how he got them but held back her questions, for now.

When she was done, he repaid the favour soaping her and scrubbing her back. She had pale cream skin and blemish-less. As he washed her hair, she turned and reached down and grabbed his cock! Already aroused by the closeness of her naked body, he eyed her pert breasts and flat stomach and her small patch of fiery red pubic hair, and his cock began to get serious.

She threw one arm around his neck and pulled his head down and kissed him wantonly sharing her breath with him. He responded in kind wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close his cock caught between their hard pressed bodies.

Sliding his hand down between their bodies, he cupped her sex. She moved back slightly and spread her legs allowing him free access to her sweet treasure. Rubbing her sex firmly, her breathing began to quicken and her fingers dug into his flesh.

“It’s been so long,” she whispered.

Then she slid down onto her knees and grasping his cock in her small hand she kissed the head and ran her tongue around the ridge whilst she slowly stroked his shaft. For him, it had been a while also, no longer interested in the 'anyone’s' at the club he looked for quality in his partners now, and his gut told him this one was quality.

Slowly she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, and slowly swallowed his rod into her mouth, her teeth grazing the length of his shaft till his head was hitting the back of her throat. She slid his member back and forth into her mouth as she fondled his balls. Her head moving faster and faster as she got into her rhythm, all the while, the hot water was cascading over them.

He could feel his balls contracting and she stopped sucking him. She put her thumb over his head and squeezed his shaft with her amazingly strong hands. She quelled his climax and began again to deep stroke his cock, bringing him again to the point of climax. Again she paused and repeated the delaying action, his body and nerves screaming soundlessly for release.

Until she again deep stroked him into her mouth this time she didn’t pause as she smiled wickedly up into his eyes. She continued to fellate him past the point of no return. He felt his body tense, his back arch and his cock started to twitch as he prepared to spray his cum down her throat. With an agonised groan his cock exploded spraying his hot seed into her mouth. It ran down her throat as she tilted her head back and his cock slid down her throat pumping cum.

Turning off the water, he lifted her too her feet. Grabbing a towel, he roughly dried her and himself. Then scooping her up in his arms, he carried her naked body to the bed and laid her down. He climbed onto the bed beside her, taking her in his arms and holding her close, caressing her gently. He saw the fatigue in her eyes as she drifted off to sleep, snuggled up to him.

Rage smiled and thought, “Tomorrow is another day,” and fell asleep himself.

– Continued –

[Brandybee]

                     

   The Last Road Trip.     Part  2    –    AusWoody

Waking with the sun he carefully untangled himself from Darcy’s arms and legs and slipped from the bed. Stretching he looked at his bike and wandered over to it giving it a quick check. He found it was in great condition, no leaks and the run hadn’t loosened anything.
After cleaning his hands, he made a coffee and a sleepy voice said, “Yes please,”
He turned and found Darcy sitting up and watching him. The sheet had fallen to her waist, her perky 34B's filling his gaze, making his cock stir as he handed her a coffee. She placed it on the night table and threw back the covers with one hand and grabbing his cock with the other and dragging him back to bed.
She whispered mischievously, “I think you owe me one Rage.”

Lying beside Darcy as she toyed with the hair on his chest, he pulled her head towards him, kissing her softly and slowly increased the pressure as he slid his tongue into her willing mouth. His fingertips ran down her arms from bicep to wrist and back and he felt the goose bumps rising as he caressed her, listening to her soft sighs of pleasure. He slowly kissed her along the jaw line and sucked on her earlobe nibbling gently and kissed down her neck across her shoulder and down her sternum.

Then his tongue circled her breasts, moving closer and closer to her nipple. Eventually his tongue reached her aureole and she gasped as he connected. Still he circled smaller and smaller circles now, until he took her nipple in his mouth, sucking it between his lips and grazing his teeth as his tongue teased it directly. She arched her back pushing her breast into his face as his hand slid down her flat stomach and caressed her trimmed pubic hair proving she was indeed a real red head.

Dropping lower, his fingers slid down her damp cleft getting coated in her nectar. He felt her outer lips swell and part under his stimulation and the inner tender flesh was revealed. He continued to slide his finger up and down, increasing the pressure with every pass. Her lips opened more and more and began to swell like a flower opening to the morning sun.

As his finger slid back and forth he paused, first at her swollen clitoris, then down to her entrance and every pass he applied slightly more pressure making her flood her nectar and it coated his fingers. Finally, as he stopped at her vaginal opening, the force penetrated her and his finger slid in to her velvet sheath, slick with her juices causing her to gasp and shudder.

Adding a second finger to the one inside her, he began to explore her, delving deeply into her hidden treasure cave searching and discovering her innermost secrets while his thumb caressed her boatman as her legs opened wider and wider as her desire mounted. Her cat like mewls soft and insistent as she reached up and began to caress her breast and tug on her nipples.

Repositioning himself, he lowered his face to her aromatic sex and began to caress her clitoris with his lips, teeth and tongue, sucking it deep into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the head. He grazed her shaft with his rough teeth as her hips arched up seeking his mouth, while his fingers applied pressure on the floor of her pelvis and alternated with massaging her g spot, sending waves of pleasure through her body and pushing her closer and closer to her peak.

His own desire was rising. He began to kiss his way up across her flat stomach, feeling her abdominal muscles writhe and roil as his lips and tongue teased her. He worked to the valley between her breasts. He moved to his left and began to circle her nipple in slow concentric circles, moving closer and closer to her erect nipple until finally he sucked her nipple into his mouth and suckled like a baby sending electric jolts through her body and targeting her sensitive clitoris.

He kissed her further upward and finally kissed her lips as she whimpered in her need, his cock rested along her cleft, feeling her desire run down his shaft and his balls. She reached down and grasped his shaft, pumping it quickly several times and positioned it at the entrance to her tunnel, and wrapping her strong thighs around his waist she drew him into her opening.
With a massive thrust driven by his own muscles he drove his sword deeply into her sheath. Her gasp of shock and pleasure escaped from her mouth into his. Pausing to allow her to breathe, he then began to plunder her secret treasure trove, driving slowly but forcefully, burying his cock to the hilt filling her and stretching her walls as she accommodated his massive girth.
Slowly he increased the speed of his thrusts. In her need she matched him thrust for thrust as her hips lifted off the bed as she endeavoured to swallow him whole. He began to circle his hips at the end of each stroke and her moans increased dramatically as she ascended to her peak. The sweat started to bead on her upper lip as her exertions began to raise her body temperature. His body was already coated in sweat as he approached his own climax.

Like a machine, his core and thighs drove his prick in and out with the precision of a finely manufactured engine, relentless and persistent. His cock drove her closer and closer to her release.
Even as he neared his own, their bodies’ slick with the sweat of their exertions, and their breath coming in ragged gasps as their bodies consumed their energy until with a high pitched scream she began to tremble under his assault. Her hands tore at the sheets as her orgasm breached her wall and spread through her body in wave after wave, battering her like the ocean waves batter the foreshore in a force 5 gale.
Completely subduing her and leaving her weak and helpless. Her orgasm and the rippling muscles of her vaginal walls forced him to peak and his cock tensed even more, along with his balls and burying his weapon deeply inside her he exploded within her womanly fortress breached by is constant battering and flooded his hot seed deep inside her. Filling her and mixing his seed with her rich thick cream.

Collapsing onto her slight frame in exhaustion, the old bikie groaned in satisfaction as the endorphins flooded through his body making him feel young again. He rolled over dragging her with him and leaving his cock buried deeply in her tender pussy.
As they gathered their composure, she looked down into his washed out blue eyes and smiled. Then followed her gaze down and kissed him tenderly and nuzzled into his neck enjoying this tender moment of calm after the storm of their violent love making.

They dozed lightly until the maid knocked on the door to tell them it was time to check out. They dressed and repacked the bike. Darcy headed for the cafe as he rolled the bike back to the parking lot before entering and ordering breakfast.

After eating breakfast, the bikie left the café and mounted the Chopper.  Jumping on the kick starter, the roar of the huge motor filled the air. He settled into the saddle and he helped Darcy mount and settle behind him. With a flick of his toe, he selected the gear and eased the clutch and they were away on the road again.  The air was fresh in their faces, as they accelerated onto the highway heading south.

Darcy was leaning against the bikies back, her arms wrapped around his waist, comfortable behind this rugged man. The bikie was riding comfortably, pleased with his progress.
It wouldn’t be long before he saw his daughter.  She was to be married in four days and he relished watching her turn into a wife. She was already a great mother to his two grandsons, and now her bloke was making an honest woman of her.
It had taken a long time for the grizzled bikie to accept the brash young cop as a suitable partner for his daughter but time had proven him to be suitable after all. His daughter loved him and he accepted this. He also knew that her chosen man loved her back. What more could a father ask for?

In the distance he could see the haze of pollution hanging over Sydney, and he dreaded being back in the big smoke. Although he would do anything for his daughter and grandsons coming back to this city with its memories was difficult for him. He had seen some bad things here and was happy to see it in his rear view mirrors ten years ago when he left. Now he was returning for new, better memories.

He was dragged from his thoughts by a poke in the ribs and a finger pointing to a road side stop. Rage looked down and saw he was low on fuel so indicated he would stop.
Easing off the motorway onto the exit ramp, he dropped back through the gears and eased up to the bowser. He suggested Darcy go and order a coffee for them in the restaurant attached to the service station while he fuelled his ride.

Parking the bike and paying for his fuel, he joined her for coffee and ordered a burger and chips (hell stuff the diet the Dr had him on it was his last road trip after all).
They chatted and he explained to her where he was going and asked her where she wanted to be dropped, as he was staying for a week before moving on.

She asked if he could drop her at the central rail station as she had people here she would look up before moving on.
With that decided they finished their meal and headed of closing in on their final parting. He was saddened as he had grown accustomed to having a woman sat behind him after all these years of riding solo.
“Such is life.” He mused.

Darting easily through the traffic, he made good time into the city centre and they spent a little while parked outside of the station. He was reluctant to leave her, and she reluctant to say a final good bye.
Eventually they kissed, said their farewells and he roared off alone again. She stood looking after his receding figure disappearing into the distance and heading to his only family.

It was dark when he approached his daughter’s house, and he rode quietly up the drive, well as quietly as his monster chopper would allow. There at the big window were two little faces peering at him. He waved and killed the engine and stepped off as the door swung open and his grand boys came running towards him arms wide and screaming “Grandad” “Grandad.”
That night, as he drifted off to sleep, he thought of the red headed woman, he had known only 24 hours and wondered in his last conscious moment, “what if?”

The  End.

[Brandybee]

                          

6. Train Of Thought  –    Brandybee 

“What had she done?” Her conscience scolded her. She boarded and sat in a twin seat at the back of the night train to her stop. It was another hour away yet and then a further 15 minute walk to her home. A home where her husband and children were and the family dog.

The carriage was empty and nothing could be heard except for the rhythmic engine and wheels of the train as it began its journey and picked up speed along the track. Outside it began to rain, pattering against the window. She could see her reflection as the light inside caused the world outside to become jet black.

She was an attractive woman in her 30’s, well dressed in a pale pink blouse,  knee high black pencil skirt, black 1” heeled shoes and a calf length  black coat. She looked like a professional business woman with her shoulder length neatly styled blonde hair.

She leaned her head against the cool of the window. It began to slowly steam up from the heat of her body. She welcomed the cold against her flushed forehead and cheek and ground her head against the pane.

She should be ashamed. She should be appalled at her behaviour but she wasn’t. She was excited, she felt alive and a small secretive smile broke out on her lips. She bit on her lower lip trying to feel bad but she knew she wouldn’t. She would think of him, think of what he said, think of what he did, think of how she responded to him and her body flushed again in response to her attraction of him.

She looked around wondering if she looked different, wondering if she looked like a fallen woman, wondering if anyone could tell. She made sure no one was about and settled again in her seat relieved and leaned against the window. No one was about, no one could see her in heat. Because that is exactly what she was – a woman in heat.

She was totally alone in the carriage, hidden almost by the twin seat in front of her and for that she was grateful.  Alone with her thoughts, she stared out the window, unseeing into the inky blackness outside.

The train moved her feverish body rhythmically in her seat. She found the gentle rocking from side to side strangely erotic and shut her eyes while she remembered what she had done.

She had met him about six weeks ago in a coffee shop.

At first he sat at her table as the place was busy and there was nowhere else for him to put his coffee cup with the books he was holding. He was polite of course and asked her permission first. She of course was polite back and nodded her head, absorbed in a book she was reading. He made polite conversation and flirted mildly and she responded finding she enjoyed his attention.  He was very attractive. Tall, dark and handsome with chocolate brown eyes and long dark lashes with a sexy breathy accent that reminded her of Antonio Banderas in the film “Zorro”.

That first encounter led to them meeting again a few times by accident at the same coffee shop and eventually by casual arrangement each lunch time. If they were there at the same time, they would sit together.

Both worked not far away. She worked mornings in a bookshop and always had a coffee to kill time, before catching the train home.  He was a lawyer but sometimes had afternoons free from clients.

Then one day, the coffee shop was full and as her train wasn’t due yet, he invited her to his penthouse suite. She hesitated but allowed him to persuade her.  She was bowled over by the beautifully decorated home. The colour schemes were shades of beiges, reds, browns and yellows that were in keeping with a professional and successful man. It reminded her of autumn colours.
The high rise apartment looked out on the skyline of the city and the view was stunning against the blue sky.

Inside, the ceiling had wooden oak beams and a loft conversation that could be used when needed. There was a beige, comfortable and luxurious settee that could easily convert into a bed, should he wish.
The lighting hung from the ceiling and was supported by soft spot lights embedded in to the beams. It screamed luxury and expense.
His kitchen was open plan and was black, white and chrome. Adequate for all his needs.

He made their coffee and explained it was his business home for when he worked late. He actually lived elsewhere but found it useful for work.
Again he flirted mildly and would gently touch her as they chatted. He made her feel attractive and interesting.  They began to meet more and more often at his penthouse, rather than the coffee shop and then one day, he kissed her.  She tried to push him away but he knew it was half hearted.

He took hold of her hands and held them firmly behind her back. He plundered her mouth while one hand moved slowly back, up around her body and fondled both her breasts. His tongue invaded her mouth as he squeezed her breasts. She moaned and eventually responded to him. Then he broke the kiss, pushing her back by his hand still on her tit so she was pinned against the wall and him.

He bought his other hand to her other breast, kneading both over her blouse watching her cheeks flush in embarrassment as he enjoyed her.  “You are beautiful,” he murmured.

He felt her some more.  “Open your blouse, show me your tits,” he said softly in his sexy accent.

“What! No, no,” she said shocked.

“Yes, yes.”  He smiled, “I know you want me to see them, I know you are turned on right now.” He leaned in closer, “I know that you are wet between your legs. Show me your tits or I will take your panties off and you will have to go home without them.”

She felt flushed with embarrassment but was excited too and deep down, she wanted him to see her. The thought of going home pantie-less was unthinkable. With trembling fingers she opened the buttons on her blouse one by one as he stood watching her until her blouse hung loosely on her shoulders.

She was wearing a front fastening bra. He inspected it and told her, “Open it”

She did as he said. She felt empowered when she heard his sharp intake of breath. Her breasts fell free, fully rounded, nipples peaked and naked to his gaze. “Beautiful,” he murmured

He slowly bought his hands up and felt her thoroughly.  She had never been so turned on in her life as he worshipped her tits, making her feel desired. He groped and squeezed and massaged and suckled her until she cradled his head to her.

Then she came to her senses and pushed him away and ran, rushing through the door to get away. His seductive laughter followed in her wake as she fastened up to become the respectable woman again.

That’s all they did, the first time. She should have ended it there, but she didn’t. She felt compelled to see him, was fascinated by him and enjoyed the feeling of being desired.

Groping her breasts became part of the coffee ritual as did the stolen kisses.

*****

Her head bumped on the window bringing her out of her reverie and she ground her head on the window again, smudging the condensation and feeling the coolness. It was a feeble attempt to quell the heat that rose within her.

She found her arm had slipped into the waist band of her skirt, her hand had delved down and inside her panties, teasing the wet folds of her sex.

“God, what was she doing, touching herself on a train?” her conscience tried to admonish her, but she knew she was incapable of stopping now and her fingers rebelliously sought the protecting hood that hid her clitoris. She circled it with her wet middle finger. It felt too good.

She squirmed in her seat and pushed her pussy up onto her fingers. She broke out into a damp sexual sweat and mewled softly. Her body reacting to her errant lusty thoughts as they returned to him and what had happened that day.

*****

She had met him as usual at his apartment and he had welcomed her in. This time, he had offered her red wine and a lunchtime sandwich which she had eaten gratefully. She had been very hungry. That first glass of wine, turned into a second and then a third. She was pleasantly relaxed and a little drunk as he sat next to her and kissed her.

Her inhibitions seemed jaded and she had sluttishly responded to his kisses and allowed him to push her down on to the settee. He hovered over her, slowly undoing her blouse and unhooking her bra. He expertly seduced her, stroking and kissing her body, her neck and torso and then her mouth.

He whispered, “You are a beautiful woman. You drive me wild with desire. I want you. I need you” His breath softly caressed her ear, followed by his tongue turning her on. She was lost in his world of soft caresses and aching need.

He inched her skirt up and found she was wearing pantyhose. She felt embarrassed and wondered if he would approve.  It seemed he did for he cupped her sex and moaned into her mouth. His hand ground into her over her clothing and ignited her sex into a throbbing mass.
He teased her and felt the dampness of her desire seep through her panties and tights and onto his hand.

He chuckled when he felt her natural instinct was to grind wantonly on to his palm, pressing her clitoris on to the heel of his hand.
He leaned in to her ear again. His body by her side now, half on her, half on the settee. His leg trapped the nearest one to him. His shoulder trapped one of her arms. His active hand pushed the other leg wider, letting it hang on the floor and returned to torture her swollen sex.

He masturbated her slowly, moving his hand up and down. She moved with him delightfully and he knew she was his for the taking.
He wanted her complete surrender though, he wanted her to voice her need, acknowledge her lust for him. He wanted no repercussions for fucking her.

He blew softly in her ear and murmured in his sexy accent, “Tell me what you want, I want you to tell me in graphic detail.”   His tongue made his words more enticing by dragging it slowly and wetly around her inner ear.

She tried to fight it, she knew it was against her strict upbringing but she also knew it excited her more. She found her head leaning towards him and pleasant shivers down her neck responding to him.

“Tell me,” he demanded softly.

“I want you!” she relented breathing hard. 

“Not good enough,” he persevered.  “Say it.”

“I want you to eat me, I want you to fuck me,” she blushed at the unfamiliar dirty words that formed on her lips. His hand ground harder on her sex. She moaned.

“Where?” he pushed for more, still tonguing her ear.

“My pussy, I want you to eat my pussy,” she succumbed.

“What else is it called?”  He was enjoying the fact this wanton woman was using words that were barely in her vocabulary.  He wanted more from her. He wanted to shake her inhibitions to hell and back.

She struggled to think of another word as his hand and tongue relentlessly teased her.

*****

The train suddenly stopped to collect more people. Luckily no one chose her compartment. She strained her neck and could see them get on through the central door windows in the centre of the train’s aisle.

Her hand had stilled between her legs in case she had to remove it quickly but she didn’t, thank goodness and sighed in relief. She was feverish with her desire as she remembered him pushing her mind as well as her body in his seduction. He had excited her so much.
She began to stroke her sex again.  The word he had forced from her, made her blush and flush again in excitement.
She was back in her memory, moaning softly to herself in her lone carriage.

*****

“What else is it called?”  He had said, pushing her to her limits.

The moment the word had suddenly exploded in triumph in her brain, it had been expelled from her lips, “Cunt, I want you to eat my cunt. I want you to fuck my cunt”

He kissed her thoroughly. “Good Girl, Good Slut!”  He commended her and immediately ripped a hole in her pantyhose so he could reach her “cunt” as a reward. He pushed her panties to the side and plunged two fingers in to her straight away.

He felt her drip in excitement at his teasing. He pushed right into her body and began to finger fuck her in a steady, commanding rhythm. She moaned in rapture and lifted her hips to take him deep as he pushed into her.

He played with her, enjoying her writhing hip next to his crotch. She was teasing the hardness in his bulging pants without even realising it.
Then he tipped her up. She was face up, with legs bent over as though in a partially complete backward roll. He tugged her skirt so it gathered out the way at her waist. He bottom and sex were facing up, presented to him to do as he wished.

He tore the hole bigger, in her nylons covering her sex so it exposed her anus too. He held her panties to the side and “ate her cunt” just like she had asked him to.

Her pussy was trimmed with blonde tight curls. He liked it. A new fresh pussy always excited him. A new fresh married pussy added to the forbidden mix and he briefly wondered the last time her husband had paid her such attention. He loved she had nylons on for him to tear. He kissed her sex deeply, rubbed his lips in her sweet nectar and nuzzled his nose against her sensitive bud. His tongue explored her thoroughly. She whimpered but was trapped in the position she was in. He tasted her uniqueness and detected the fresh scent of the shower she had had that morning.

Then he parted her sex so he could see her pink inner flesh and dragged his tongue inside. He rimmed the entrances to her pussy and anus, taking his time and kneading her buttocks. He could see from his position she was watching him, before blushing and closing her eyes.

Her small mewls and whimpers betrayed her desire. He knew she wasn’t far from orgasm as she panted for him. His lips moved to suckle her clitoris and he plunged his fingers inside both her openings. He wanted that surrender but not yet.

He slowed his teasing and sat her up. Then pulled her to her knees. She was a lovely sight, kneeling before him, breasts hanging free from her blouse and bra. He pushed the blouse off her shoulders to her elbows and pushed her bra up so he could see them.

“Lift your skirt up to your waist. I want to see you exposed to me,” he ordered softly.

She did so, tucking it up carefully. She blushed again and knew she must look like a wanton slut she had seen once in a magazine belonging to her brother, many years before when she helped her mother tidy the house. She had quickly hidden it again under the mattress.

She looked up to find he had taken his erection from his suit trousers. He had undone them and had stroked himself whilst she had adjusted her skirt. He took hold of her hair and guided her head to him.

“Open, your mouth. Make it like a cunt,” he instructed. His wicked accented words rang in her ears and caused her libido to rise again as she complied.

He pushed his shaft in her mouth and began to thrust, slowly at first but each thrust went deeper till the tip of his cock caused her to gag as he cut off her air supply and her natural swallowing action kicked in. She drooled and tried to push him off but he held her hair fast, his cock lodged in her throat.

He was so big as he held her face against his crotch and her nose buried in his dark wiry pubic hair.

Then he withdrew again and she could breathe. Again and again he plundered her head and throat until she had learned to time her breathing to accommodate him. He fucked her faster and then slowed until he withdrew completely. She tasted his precum in her drool.

He stood her up and kissed her deeply and caressed her pussy again. She was wet with desire and she was soon moaning again.

“Say what you want” he murmured in her ear.

“Fuck my cunt,” she answered not caring about anything now, except the wicked man in her arms.

He smiled and led her to a table, over which on a wall behind, hung a big mirror.

He turned her round so she could see their reflection and held her tightly against him. They both watched as his hands kneaded her breasts and massaged her pussy.

The reflection was wicked, and showed the desire in her flushed body and open stance. Her mouth was open and eyes wide. She was panting and squirming against him.

“You are a beautiful, sexy little vixen” he nuzzled into her ear.

Then he bent her over, pulled her panties aside and drove his cock up to the hilt into her pussy. The force of the movement caused her to automatically put her hands out on the table.

He pulled her hair so she could watch him fuck her in the mirror. She felt full as he stretched her tight channel. She looked incredible. The well-spoken, demure little house wife wanting his cock.

Then he fucked her, directing one of her hands to play with her own pussy, her clitoris and to feel his cock pounding her.
The coupling was hot and urgent. It was a build-up of all those flirtatious meetings in the coffee shop, here in the penthouse and the stolen kisses and naughty gropes.

This was what was promised. This was the result. This was their forbidden lust.

She had never felt so desired in her life. She had never been treated like such a creature of lust and she had never been so turned on in her life. His cock felt wonderful inside her. Her fingers teased and circled her clit. The taste of his cock still on her tongue.

She saw her face in her throes of passion. She looked sexy, wicked and hot as hell. He looked amazing. She liked his fucking, arrogant look.
And with that, she toppled into her orgasm, stretching and spasming on his cock imbedded inside of her. She moaned in a high pitched whimper as she rippled along his rod, trembling and shaking.

He felt the change in her and thrust deeper, succumbing to his own greed as he felt her jerk and stiffen on him. With a growl of satisfaction, he jettisoned his seed into her.  Both reaching their peak at the same time and riding on the waves of their urgent passion.

*****

Back on the train, reliving the union of that day was incredible. She arched her back and came right there on the public train. She stifled her whimpers and felt the ripples spill out from her clitoris. It sent a warmth throughout her body while she reached the pinnacle of her climax.
She rode the wonderous, crashing waves until they calmed and returned to gentle laps. She lay in the seat till she had caught her breath and unable to resist, she edged her skirt up and looked down.

She saw the evidence of her wickedness and bit her lip again at her naughty secret. The torn pantyhose. The hole and ladders at her crotch and ass. The sopping panties of her orgasm and his semen. And of course this most recent one that had just happened.

“You naughty little slut,” her conscience derided her. “And on top of everything, you just masturbated on the train home!”

She smiled to herself. She knew she should feel bad, she knew she should end it. She lowered her skirt again and hid her impious behaviour.  She straightened her clothing and coat around her.

She looked respectful again now. She looked like the good little housewife she was who had a wonderful family, a stable husband and a part time little job in a book shop.

“Perhaps, you should never judge a book by its cover,” she retorted to her angelic conscience and as she reached her stop to get off, the little devil on her shoulder did a victory dance and joyous cartwheel.

The End.

[Brandybee]

                                             

7.  This road goes both ways    –  Tavor 

“Bang, dude, how are you today?”

A huge grim demon turned to a much smaller and happier one: “Oh! Ram my pal, it's been a long time.”

“So Bang, how are you doing nowadays?”

“Been better. Lots of ideas, but you know, Ram… financial problems…”

“Great! Oh, sorry, the mighty and gambling one, I mean that's a shame… Then I will make you an offer you can't refuse.”

“C'mon, Ram, I'm so desperate that will listen even to your geek ideas.”

“OK, look, Bang. I've found an easy and nearly endless source of dark mana. No risk, almost no work, a few souls' worth of dark mana every day. Do I have your attention?”

“Ram, my pal, you surely do.”

“So. As you know, I'm a scientist. This dark mana milking takes time I'd better use for my research. So I'd thought to myself: maybe Bang will gather the souls for me, and pay me my share of dark mana? This way, you get rid of your financial trouble, and I will have enough time for research.”

The larger demon moved forward:

“Hmmm… surely sounds interesting, Ram. Now you know, devil's in the detail. How much do you mean by “your share”?…”

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Bang was full of great expectations.

So Ram, that geek demon, had discovered a way to travel to its beloved CG-realms, the imaginary worlds of computer games. Ram learned to possess a game character through its human user. When another user, playing the game, agreed to give the possessed character his soul, the transfer of the soul happened for real!
Even if the stupid human thought it was only a game. Ram also told Bang that the part of the soul acquired this way was in direct proportion to the part of demon's personality possessing the game character at the very moment of the transfer. And finally, Ram had found AChat – an online virtual sex game that looked like it was invented especially for their purposes.

Bang was a type of demon much different from Ram. Ram was methodical and calculated – Bang was a gambler. Ram was a weirdo – Bang was charismatic. Ram went for “no risk” – Bang was intending to maximize the profit any way possible.

Now, let's go into a magical journey, to the endless source of stupid human souls!

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OK, let's look around and get acquainted with a potential game user.

A human girl, a high school student. A classic Goth type: black-and-white makeup, black hair, black nails, black clothes. “No-one-understands-me-and-my-life-is-dark-and-empty” posing all day long.
Vampires, demons, witches and ghosts. “A dark tall stranger approaches my naked snow-white body, spread so defenseless on the black sheets, and I see fangs growing…” bla-bla-bla. A virgin crazed by erotic dreams. Plus dark esthetics, minus brain.

“Baby,” – thought Bang, – “You were meant for me. Let's AChat.”

The girl was perfect. The moment she's seen the online virtual sex game, she just fell in love with the “demon” set for “street clothes” look: a pair of cute red horns, webbed black wings decorated with claws, red-and-black bikini with a flames' motive. For “sexy look” she left the horns and the wings, and added elbow-long black gloves and knee-high black leather boots. Of course, white skin, black lips and nails, black hair. “Enilukard” character name (oh, really! That was too much even for Bang). “I want your soul!” motto.

Hilarious as it was for Bang to watch the girl's ludicrous efforts, but the demon's impatience was fast growing. He was in a hurry to finally drink some human's soul, to feel dark mana flowing through his astral body.

Login. At last, thank you very much, you dumb bitch!

Hmm, let's look for a prey… Oh, hello there! After only 3 seconds online.

“Hi beautiful demon”. Some guy called Tikon. Whatever.

Invite. Accept.

An interesting character. Tall, muscular (although most of the male characters in AChat are tall and muscular…) Tanned skin. A shaven scalp together with Friendly Mutton Chops? Oh c'mon…

“I want your soul!”

No! No you stupid female! And if he agrees while I'm still not in your darn Enilukard character body?

Determined not to allow even the smallest drop of dark mana to be lost, Bang's personality darted through the interdimensional barrier to the CG-realm, and right into the character's body. A coward like Ram could recommend to leave 50% of demon's personality to keep an eye on the game user, thus letting away HALF of acquired soul's dark mana.
But a real gambler like Bang knows when one has to be resolute. Only 5% of demon's personality was left behind the Goth girl's left shoulder – she managed just great by herself. 95% of Bang now possessed Enilukard, therefore, the demon will get almost all of the male's soul!

Hmmm… interesting feeling. Almost human body… although an interesting modification of it. Skin, muscles, organs of speech and of course sexual organs. And that's it, no unnecessary stuff like kidneys or liver. For a demon who doesn't have sexual self-identification in its basic form, it was a peculiar sensation to feel “she”.

They were sitting behind the round table, in front of each other. Tikon leaned back with his arms crossed. Enilukard was leaning forward, allowing the guy a great view of her large breasts ready to jump out of her bra.

“So bb do you like what you see?”

“Of course, my beautiful lady demon.”

It was a strange feeling – Bang seemingly heard her (hmmm) own voice, a sexy deep contralto, saying the words, and the male's rich baritone answering.

“If you give me your soul, I will have sex with you, human.” Enilukard made a little sip of wine from her glass and looked teasingly at Tikon. That's a good girl!

But a bad boy. The baldy remained absolutely calm and imperturbable. “Not so fast lady. You know, even when one buys a car, he gets a test drive, if you're following my thought.”

That cocky human! But in the same time, Bang felt that the Goth girl was liking this guy's impudence and composure.

“Well let me give you a little taste”, – Enilukard reached forward and pressed her full black lips to Tikon 's.

That came as a crushing surprise. Although Bang couldn't control Enilukard, but was feeling almost everything she was supposed to feel. That kiss was… intoxicating. It lasted and lasted. Bang felt a warm wave rolling through Enilukard's body. Well-well-well, and that little prick Ram hadn't said a thing about it! Looks like the work is going to be more enjoyable then Bang had anticipated.

Finally the kiss was over.

“OK lady now we're talking business.” The guy positively had the nerves of steel. With 5% of his personality Bang could feel the Goth girl's emotions – impatience, sexual arousal, wish to break T Tikon 's composure.

Another AChat realm surprise. Instantaneous changes of the scene.

Blink – and the next moment naked Tikon was standing in the middle of the room, with his feet slightly apart and his knees slightly bent. Naked Enilukard (except for the gloves and the high-heeled boots) stood behind him, tightly pressing her chest to his back, slipping her right hip between the guy's thighs. Her right hand was hugging the mans torso, her gloved left hand grabbed Tikon 's instantaneously hard penis and started to stroke it. With every stroke, she pushed forward with her right thigh, causing the guy to throw his pelvis forward, forcefully thrusting his penis into her hand.

“Oooohh baby”, – Tikon moaned, throwing back his head. Finally, the guy's armor cracked.

“Do you like it Tikon?” murmured Enilukard in his ear. Her left hand started to squeeze tightly and release his balls rhythmically, continuing to push his pelvis with her thigh.

“Mmmmm…” his muscular body tensed, but his human strength was in no comparison to the she-demon's. He was like a toy in her hands.

“Do you?” – her hand returned to stroking, running her gloved grip all length of his shaft back and forth.

“Ooohhh yess, you are so hot,” – he moaned through his clenched teeth.

“Mmm how about that deal? And we can do more…” she murmured, increasing the speed of her hand's movement.

Tikon 's back arched. “First tell me… ooohhh… do YOU like it?”

Enilukard proceeded to rub and thrust, looking over his shoulder at his twitching face with a kind of scientific interest. Her large white breasts with huge firm pink nipples were rubbing his back.

“I love everything my Dark Lord tells me to do, human.” Bravo girl, thought Bang, you don't need my directions, I can just relax and enjoy the ride.

“Ooooh!” – the guy's body writhed convulsively.

“Your cock tells me you agree,” – murmured Enilukard. She now grabbed the man's cock with both hands, continuing to thrust with her thigh, forcing him to fuck the “lock” made of her gloved hands. Oh my, thought Bang, the girl is great.

“Sorry… mmmmm… not enough… Oooooohhhh…” Bang even felt a kind of respect to the guy's will.

Blink.

The she-demon threw the man on a leopard skin-covered sofa. He fell on his back, and the next moment she was kneeling between his spread legs, and her lips closed on his cock.

“Oohh baby yesss”. The man moaned and arched his body, standing on his heels and the back of his head. Bang felt Enilukard's sensations – a hard throbbing penis caressed by her hot silky mouth, wet with pre-cum and saliva. An interesting feedback effect – somehow, a small part of those sensations was transferred also to Goth girl's mind.

For a moment, Enilukard stopped sucking and returned to rubbing his penis.

“You are very big for a human, you know.”

The sucking returned, full-scale deep-throating, executed with much enthusiasm.

“Ooo… Thank you… my beautiful demon…”

Bang really loved being in this character's body. It was so much fun. Meanwhile, Enilukard turned to handjob again.

“Do you like it?”

“Ooohhhhhh!!!!” – his throbbing cock suddenly exploded with a boiling fountain of hot sperm. It was squirting all over Enilukard's beautiful face. He was cumming like his dick was a fire hose, and Enilukard was enthusiastically sucking him dry. To her surprise, he remained hard.

“Nice lady-demon… but I have to see… one more… thing… before… we make… business…”

“What's that hun?” Goth girl/Enilukard/Bang arousal was growing. The gamer was already sitting behind the keyboard with one hand inside her soaked-wet panties. Enilukard continued rubbing the man's cock. Bang was enjoying the ride. These sexual feelings were so… refreshing? Yes. New, refreshing and pleasant.

“Allow me to change the pose”.

“If you say yes to the deal after”.

“After the next pose I give you an answer.” Smartass.

“OK Tikon.”

No! No you stupid bitch, what are you doing?

Bathing in the waves of Enilukard's sexual pleasure made Bang's reaction too slow to send a more significant part of his personality back to Goth girl's mind, and a mere 5% of Bang were not strong enough to cope with the masturbating girl's brain saturated with hormones. The gamer pushed “accept pose change” icon.

Blink.

Bang roared in frustration. Enilukard was chained to an X-shaped wooden construction by her wrists and ankles. Tikon was standing in front of her – left hand caressing her cheek, right one on her waist, the cock of his hard penis slightly touching her stomach. A damned feedback – if the character was chained, so was Bang. 95% of him were locked in Enilukard's body, 5% unable to do anything with the horny Goth girl, and the chains prevented him from leaving the computer-generated realm.

Tikon's hand was caressing Enilukard's face. She-demon's naked body was writhing in chains in convulsions of lust.

“Well baby?” – suddenly Tikon 's left hand darted forward and gripped she-demon's throat, – “What do you think?”

Enilukard panted, trying to insert some air. “It seems… you… got me…”

“Smart baby,” – murmured the man.

“What are you going… to do… next…?” Bang felt Enilukard's arousal. Her sudden helpless state was exciting her. Writhing, she caused the head of Tikon 's cock to rub at the bottom of her belly, which excited her even more. Goth girl had turned from domination to submission and was now frantically masturbating.

“You'll see… and maybe even enjoy…”

Tikon grabbed her big tits and started fondling them, licking and sucking her huge pink nipples.

“Ooooo,” – moaned the she-demon.

“Don't believe you, baby,” – the guy stopped licking her nipples and started to pinch them.

“Yesss baby…”

His tanned hands started traveling over her naked snow-white body, fondling and caressing – between her tits, over them… waist… hips…

“I like it, Tikon, you make my demon pussy wet…”

“Oh yeah?” – his fingers slid into her pussy and started rubbing the clitoris.

“Mmmmm yesss…” – Enilukard was convulsing with lust.

“You lying demon bitch!” – a hard slap on her face. And another, and another, and another… Hard, heavy slaps – palm-back of the hand-palm-back of the hand… A grip on her throat. “Don't see your excitement meter rise you demon slut!”

Then he suddenly knelt, his fingers spread her pussy lips, and his tongue started probing her big clit. Ooooh the guy knew how to use his mouth! Until that moment Bang tried to suppress somehow Enilukard's arousal, but now the maelstrom of lust had washed away any barriers Bang could raise. The smartest thing demon could do now, was to sit still and pretend it never was around.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh !!!!”

“Like that?”

“Oooohh yesss, fuck me, human, show what your cock can do to me!”

The man grabbed her ass, raised her a little and lowered Enilukard's thirsty pussy right on his stone-hard dick.

“AAAAAAAAAAA !!!”

Enilukard's back arched, she threw back her head. Tikon was fucking her helpless perfect body, working like a jackhammer.

“That's better,” – he muttered through his clenched teeth after a few minutes, – “Will you ever try to fool me again, demon?”

“Oh no, never, NEEEVER!”

“Good!” – he suddenly pulled out his penis and thrust his hand in her hot pussy.

“OOOOOOOOO!!!” – Enilukard's body was writhing in convulsions, her juices squirting all over the place.

Blink.

Still chained to that X-construction, but this time with her face towards the construction. Two strong hands immediately grabbed her shapely ass and pulled over a hot cock.

It was something incredible. Enilukard (and Goth girl and Bang together with her) had lost any notion where she was and what was going on, it felt like she had turned into one giant pussy, being torn apart by a giant penis. She cum another time, and another, juices were flowing down her legs… That was “fucking the brains out” literally.

Through the red mist of lust, the words were falling heavily:

“You are in my full control now.”

“Yesss… Aaaaaa!!!!”

“You will do everything I demand.”

“Yeesss… OOOOOOO!!!”

It seemed endless, but it finally ended.

Blink.

Exhausted Enilukard was laying on a sofa, on her back, her hands chained to the sofa. Tikon was sitting between her widely spread legs and caressed her belly, speaking softly.

“So you are in my full control.”

“Yes love.”

“And you will do everything I demand.”

“Yes love.”

Suddenly Enilukard stretched out her leg and stroke the underside of Tavor's hard penis with her toes. Obviously he was holding back for a long time, as this touch caused a white fountain of cum to spill all over her perfect body.

“You naughty demon!” Tikon wagged her finger and disappeared.

Logout. Gather personality together.

Shit, shit, shit! Bang was frustrated. Damned feedback! Damned Ram effect! If a human-operated game character agreed to give a demon-possessed one his soul, even without really meaning, demon gets the human soul. But if a demon-possessed character promised something to a human-operated one, even when a demon was not in control, then the demon owes those promises to a human!

Full control. Every demand. For nothing!

But that human Tikon doesn't know that. So the plan is: find him, get him, don't allow him to use the promises. Now it's personal. How to find? Through the AChat of course. OK, Bang, old gambler, the journey continues!

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A man closed the game window and sat there for a few minutes, thinking of something. A tall muscular man, with a shaven scalp and friendly mutton chops.

Finally, he opened a new text document and started printing.

“To: Head of Interchurch Special Operations Department, Rabbi Israel Cohen.

From: Interchurch Spec-Ops, Cyber Warfare Branch, Investigator, Reverend Father Maximilian Tikon.

Subject: Operation “A Little Chat” – preliminary report.

Dear sir!

As you know, for the last two weeks we've detected signs of infernal presence in the imaginary CG-realms of online games. Furthermore, a significant flow of dark mana characteristic for soul acquisition bargains was detected in the aforementioned realms. It was assumed by our Branch that infernal entities had found a way to possess multi-user computer game characters, and are causing the human players' characters to say/type the “my soul is yours” affirmation.

As a part of the investigation, yours truly had created a character in AChat online virtual sex game. Today, June 29, I established a contact with a demon-possessed computer character. It can be assumed that the aforementioned demon was rather inexperienced in CG-realms warfare, because as a result of the contact the possessed game character had agreed to my affirmations “you are in my full control” and “you will do everything I demand”.

Knowing the psychology of lesser demons, it can be assumed that the demon will want revenge and will start hunting yours truly. Of course, the demon doesn't know we're aware of the power of its affirmations, so an effective trap can be organized.

Awaiting further instructions,
Investigator, 1st class,
Reverend Father Maximilian Tikon.”

The man flexed and smiled. Quite a wicked smile, not very appropriate for a priest. Okay demons, here we come. This road goes both ways, you know. The great journey begins!

The End.

[Brandybee]

                                               8.  Coming Home.      Part 1      –    Jay9 

I’ve been away for some months, travelling from country to country for work. It’s been a long and tiring journey, but productive from a work perspective. But returning to my apartment now after so long away, it seems nothing has changed, instantly feeling comfortable in my surrounds again. Re acquainting myself with the neighbourhood, the first few days pass quickly, as I wander around, but I find myself lingering in the hallway as I come and go more often … hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Wondering if she still lives there, how she will respond when we meet again, will she feel the same towards me, does she have a partner now and will we ever share a hot encounter together again …

The object of my thoughts is my sexy neighbour Sabrina. I remember how hot it was when we used to flirt as we crossed paths in the hallway, coming and going into our apartments. Then that fateful Dinner Party night that changed everything, several of my fantasies coming to life in one lusty night of passion. Many hot encounters followed that amazing night, until I had to reluctantly leave the city for work some time later. I thought about her a lot while I was away, missing our steamy sessions more than I care to admit.

I’m growing impatient after only a few days of not bumping into her, my curiosity getting the better of me, I decide to bite the bullet and just go knock on her door. As I approach, I hear laughter from within, good, she’s home. Nervously I knock on the door. The door flings open almost instantly as there she is, giggling with a girlfriend as she opens, clearly surprised to see me out of the blue, as a pause comes over her face, then a big smile as she makes the connection. “Oh my god …. John!” she squeals. “How are you Sabrina? Surprised to see me I guess” as I flash a big smile, instantly feeling warm inside as I lay eyes on my hot neighbour once more, after so long. Sabrina jumps forward to give me a big hug, as I hold her there for a moment, feeling her body against mine, brings back lots of memories. Then suddenly she springs back, “John, this is one of my girlfriends. You caught us just on our way out. Girls night out, you know how it is” as she flashes me a cheeky smile. “Oh ok, well sorry to interrupt, I just had to come and say hello”. “So John are you back in town now?” “Yep, sure am. So hopefully we can catch up soon?” as I step back as Sabrina and friend walk forward, closing the door behind them. “I’d like that …. Very much” she says as she flashes me a friendly smile as they begin to walk away from me down the hallway. My eyes are following her, how I missed that hot body, watching those long toned legs in those high heels, that tiny, tight ‘Sexy Black Dress’ barely covering that amazing ass, as it’s so short, and as she walks away I can see it is cut away spectacularly showing off her entire back, with a plunging v shaped cutaway that flirts with the top of her ass, with only a thin strap of bling that draws one’s attention to the sexy backless style. Knowing Sabrina, it’s no doubt some hot new fashion designer’s design that she so enjoys wearing as it flatters her amazingly hot body … as she quickly turns to catch me staring. “Don’t wait up for me John!” flashing me a smile and then what I know is a naughty grin. I quickly call out “I love your dress”, “Why thank you John, it’s a Marilyn design, I could have guessed you’d like it” Leaving me thinking of her and smiling as she disappears down the hallway into the night.

I tossed and turned that night, couldn’t get her out of my head. Thinking of when we would meet up, running through lots of ideas, until I settled on a cheeky plan.

Finishing my morning coffee as I glance up at the clock, just after 9am. Knowing Sabrina well, I know she would have been partying hard last night and most likely wandered in late in the morning, and would be still fast asleep at this time. Smiling to myself I pick up the small bag I have prepared, and then collect my keys on the way out, grabbing a second set of keys as well … the spare key to Sabrina’s apartment that we had swapped a long time ago, that I realised I still had. Quietly opening the door as I step into her silent apartment, then I walk quietly across the room towards her bedroom. Just as I suspected, the curtains are still drawn, as I glance into the room, my eyes adjusting to the lack of light. Spotting the high heels flung across the floor, then closer to the bed the little black dress lays discarded on the floor as well, as my eyes then lock onto her now, sound asleep under the sheet. I turn back into the kitchen for a moment before returning to the bedroom and this time walking all the way in as I place my bag down by the bed as I sit alongside her.

Admiring you sleep for a moment, as I lean down to softly kiss your cheek, whispering your name in your ear, until you slowly start to stir a little. Clearly still sleepy, not wanting to wake up, eventually you smile as you realise it’s me, but close your eyes again, too tired still to respond. I continue softly kissing your cheek and whispering to you “Just lay back and relax, and let me show you a nice time … just trust me ok?”, as you nod slowly “mhmm” refusing to open your eyes. Pulling down the sheet a little I gently take your arm and lift it, reaching in to my bag at my feet I pull out a silk tie, and tie it around the corner bed head and then softly laying your hand down diagonally above your head as I gently tie it around your wrist, as you barely move, clearly not wanting to wake up. Taking out another tie, as I rise and walk around the other side of the bed and likewise tie your other arm to the bed corner. You let out a little sigh, but nothing more, your eyes remaining steadfastly shut. Reaching in to my bag again as I pull out a blindfold, and slowly place it over your closed eyes, passing the strap over your head and securing it, as your murmur “what are you doing John?”, I lightly kiss your cheek as I reply “you trust me don’t you sweety”, as you nod and mouth “yes”, “then just lay back and relax and enjoy”. Then lifting the sheet off you as I peel it down off the bed, revealing your body, as you lay there, peacefully in nothing but the sexy black lace panties you wore last night.

Admiring your body for a moment, it’s been a long time since we were last together, as I reacquaint myself with those sexy curves, as memories of our passionate encounters come flooding back. Slowly I reach into my bag and pull out a long feather. Leaning over the bed now, I softly let the feather touch your calf and softly run it up one leg, along your thigh ever so slowly. Then back down the other thigh and leg, and again back up again this time all the way up your thigh and over your belly, teasing your belly button before gently running up the valley between your naked breasts. You are shifting now as the feather tickles all over your body, and giggling occasionally. As the feather lightly caresses over your naked breasts, you arch your back a little for me as your arms strain against the ties a little.

Now caressing all over your breasts, up your neck, lightly over your pouting lips, and then slowly back down to your breasts. I’m enjoying watching your body writhe around under the attention, as you arch your body to feel the tingling against your sensitive flesh as you wake from your slumber a little more now. Teasing your nipples lightly as I notice them begin to harden a little, as the feather then runs down your belly and along your inner thigh, down one and then up the other as you instinctively part your legs a little, as the feather tingles lightly over your panties, tickling you through the thin lacy fabric. You are more awake now, as your breathing is a little more regular and you let out the occasional sigh, as I tease your sensitive skin. Leaning over you as the feather continues to brush over your lacy panties, teasing you and then occasionally drifting up your belly and over your breasts, lightly brushing your nipples and then back down, as you shift your body around. Suddenly you feel my warm breath on your neck, as I linger close as I lean over you. You turn your head towards me to kiss me but I avoid you, teasing you with the sensation of being close to you without touching.

Then I stop, the feather is taken off your body and you lay there, as you hear my footsteps leave the room, for what must seem like an eternity as you lay still on the bed, completely blindfolded, and expectantly waiting on my return. Eventually you hear me approach again, as I sit on the bed beside you once more. Watching you wriggle around in your restraints, trying to feel where I am, then as you settle again and lay there, you suddenly feel a drop of cold water on your pouting lips. You are startled at first, unsure what is going on, and then you feel the sharp cold of the ice cube gently running along your lips. Holding it between my fingers, as I gently caress along your lips, as you part your lips slightly and let your tongue brush against the icy coldness. Occasional drops of water falling between your lips as I gently rub against them, and then as you reach for the cube, your tongue seeking it out eagerly, I slowly pull it away from you, depriving you of what you seek. Then slowly I let it trace down over your chin, along your neck slowly and then down your chest, letting it run slowly down your cleavage between your firm breasts, as you arch your back, lifting your body to meet me. I can see the goose bumps on your skin, as the ice cold sensation slowly touches all over your body. Running down your belly, pausing over your belly button, as I playfully tease you there, letting the drops of water pool in your belly button, filling it with the ice cold liquid.

Taking the cube away now, you lay there, breathing a little heavier as the sensation runs through your body, then suddenly you feel my lips against your belly button, as I lower my head to gently kiss you there and suck the cold water from your button playfully. Teasing it a little with my tongue before lifting my head again “Oh … more John, kiss me all over” you sigh, “Patience sweety” is my calm reply. Reaching for a fresh ice cube, I hold it over your chest as you are now wriggling slightly on the bed, eager to feel more, as I let a single cold water drop land right on your bare nipple, as you let out a sigh. Goosebumps now return all over your chest as I lower the ice cube and slowly, teasingly run it around your nipple, as I watch it stiffen in response to the cold sensation. Then shifting to the other breast, as I slowly teasingly work around your nipple, until both are stiff as you arch your back and your body is writhing around on the bed now, your breathing getting shorter.

Slowly sliding the cube down your belly and lightly over the thin lace fabric of your panties, as I gently let it slide down one thigh, as I push your legs apart a little with my other hand and let the cube wander up along your inner thigh, as you squirm on the bed, watching the goose bumps forming more noticeably on your skin now. Slowly running the cube up and down your inner thigh, wandering higher and higher each time as you are sighing loudly now, as I have to hold one leg down to stop you wriggling away from me. Then just as the cube is almost brushing against your panties, I switch to the other leg and similarly caress up and down your inner thigh. Before I lift the cube off your skin for a moment, holding it still above you, though you can’t see this. Eventually allowing a cold drop of water to fall directly onto your lace panty. Your body jumps with the sensation of the ice cold water seeping through the lacy fabric, the hint of a cold sensation against your pussy lips. After a couple of similar drops, I lower the cube and let it slide over your panties, rubbing against you as you shift your hips around on the bed sighing in pleasure now. Very quickly the ice has soaked the lace fabric of your panties completely, and you can feel this cold wet sensation against you as I begin to rub the cube against you, tracing the outline of your pussy lips through the fabric as your legs are wriggling all over the place now as I struggle to keep you still enough on the bed. You call my name now as your breathing is getting rapid. Your heat very soon melts the ice cube away and I take my hand away. Leaving you to lay there experiencing the sensations on the bed, watching your body writhe around on the bed as you enjoy the pleasurable sensations.

I’m sure if I had continued to rub you I would have brought you to a climax, but I have more plans for you yet, as I stand there admiring your sexy body as you strain against the ties on your hands. “John, what are you doing now?” you ask as I turn and slowly walk from the room again. Imagining the disappointment at being so close to climax, and the anticipation in your mind as you hear my footsteps leave, wondering what happens now, as I am gone again for what seems an eternity for you. Then you hear my footsteps approaching once more, as I stand leaning over the bed, then from a height above you, slowly drizzle warm massage oil down your chest between your breasts and slowly down your over your belly. You sigh loudly as your body jumps, with the warm sensation being such a sharp contrast to the cold from the ice, your body now feels the heat of the warm oil against your skin. Then slowly drizzling a trail of warm oil down one thigh and leg, and then slowly back up the other thigh. Drizzling back up your chest, as I now circle your firm breasts with oil and let it drizzle all over your nipples, covering you in it’s warmth. Leaving you laying there enjoying the sensation of the warm oil all over your body for a moment.

Then suddenly you feel my firm hands on you, as I begin to caress your belly, massaging the oil into your body. My hands now wandering all over you, roaming up over your chest, cupping and caressing your amazing breasts as I massage the oil all over your firm mounds. Squeezing your breasts in both hands, more and more firmly, enjoying the feel of you in my grasp, my fingers playfully teasing your hard nipples, as I then allow my hands to wander, running up to your neck and over your shoulders and then back down, lingering on your breasts again, before massaging their way down your belly and then slowly down one leg. Rubbing the oil into your sensitive skin as my fingers firmly caress your every muscle. Slowly but firmly rubbing every inch of your sexy body, my fingers now inching their way up your inner thighs as they caress higher and higher, your whole body now glistening in sensual oil. I am so aroused right now myself, the idea of exploring your naked body and doing whatever I please to you is so hot, as my hands are all over you.

My fingers grab at the thin straps on your hips as I peel your little lace panties slowly down off your legs and toss them aside. Then my hands return to your thighs, massaging you more firmly, fingertips riding higher and higher all the time, until they brush against your perfect pink pussy. You let out a moan as you instinctively spread your legs a little wider for me, encouraging me in closer. Your body arching and straining against the ties, as my fingers now lightly brush over your pussy lips. The warm oil from my fingers quickly transfers to you as your folds glisten as I rub them harder. Your hips are moving now in sync with my hand, rubbing you more and more firmly as your moans are becoming more audible now as you give in to the pleasurable feeling. Sliding an oily finger between your lips as it enters your warm wetness for the first time, sliding in and out so easily as I begin to finger you. Steadily increasing the tempo as my digit reaches further inside your tight pussy. My finger probing deeper as your hips are pushing against me, as I press a second finger inside you now, fingering you increasingly harder all the time. Your moans getting louder now as my hand pumps you faster, my other hand moves, my fingers locating your little clit, lightly rubbing you as I begin to apply firm pressure to it. Both hands working in unison now, one rubbing your clit and the other pumping your tight pussy harder and faster. Your body is rising off the bed as you grind your hips hard against my hands, writhing in pleasure now as you are moaning with every exhale as my hands continue to work on you relentlessly. Can feel your juices flowing more liberally now as I sense you are close to climax, my fingertips rubbing along your inside wall to stimulate your spot with every pumping motion, as I feel your body begin to quiver under my escalating touch, your moans louder, and your body writhing around helplessly as I work so hard on you. Then as you suddenly scream out my name, I feel your body shake, and your warmth floods my hand as you orgasm powerfully. Moaning loudly with every breath now as wave after wave of pleasure overwhelms your body, as I continue rubbing you, as you thrash around on the bed, my hands glued to you. Maximising the duration of your orgasm by not releasing you. Until eventually I feel your body slowly relax back down onto the bed, catching your breath, as I slowly my movements and then gently pull my hands away from you. Looking down at your glistening, panting, recovering body, which only makes me feel even more aroused to have brought you to such a strong climax.

“mmm John, that was so nice. Such a nice way to wake up. Now be a good boy and untie me and let me touch you”

-Continued-

[Brandybee]

                    

  Coming Home.          Part 2      –  Jay9 

Watching your chest rise and fall as you catch your breath, your amazing breasts still with those nipples so hard, my mind is racing with naughty images. I lift myself off the bed, as you lay there expectantly for me to untie you, instead nothing. “John … you still there?” My eyes glued to your sexy body as I say nothing, slowly peeling my t-shirt off over my head and dropping it, then I undo my belt and jeans and let them drop to the floor, as I step out of my boxer shorts as well. Standing naked now next to your bed, so turned on, as I take my already semi hard cock in one hand. Wrapping my fingers around my thick shaft as I begin to squeeze and stroke myself slowly, feeling myself stiffen quickly.

After what feels like minutes I step onto the bed again, “Oh, you are here, I thought you’d left again” smiling as you feel my weight on the bed alongside you. Without saying a word, I stand either side of your naked body and then gently lower myself onto my knees, so that I am hovering directly above you. You can feel me close, but can’t tell exactly where I am, as I feel your anticipation. Then lowering my hips a little, my stiffening cock in my hand still, I ever so lightly brush my tip against your bottom lip as you lay there with your lips slightly parted. “Oooh … what was that” as you lift your mouth to touch it but I lift it away quickly. Then once you settle your head back down again, once more I lightly brush my tip along your lips. This game of cat and mouse continues a few times, “Oh come on John, let me taste it …” as you stick your tongue out, begging me to let you taste whatever it is I am teasing you with this time. I position my tip right against the very tip of your tongue, making your reach for me as you flick your tongue inquisitively over it. Attempting to taste it, feel its shape, but after only a few lingering licks of your tongue, you sigh a pleasurable sigh as I know you know exactly what it is you are touching. Unable to resist your waiting mouth any longer, I lower my hips slightly and press the tip of my cock against your lips. As you tease it with your tongue before wrapping your lips over it as you lift your head and you take my tip inside your mouth. My heart beats faster now, it’s been so long since we last were together, this feels amazing. “mmm I’ve missed you John” you giggle as your tongue is now wrapping around the underside of my shaft, as your mouth opens wider, urging me to give you more, and I cant resist, as I lower myself slowly into your mouth, my thick stiff shaft pushing into the back of your mouth as you close your lips around me and suck on it, as I let out a pleasurable moan.

Holding myself still, as you lift your head to slide me in and out of your mouth, your tongue expertly teasing my shaft, as your lips lock tight around me, sucking me harder. I close my eyes as the pleasurable sensation consumes me, my cock stiffening quickly now, as you strain your neck to lift yourself higher and take more of my length into your mouth. Then I reach down to push your shoulders back down onto the bed as you sigh, wanting to keep sucking me, but before you can protest I lower my hips and stuff my now rock hard cock into your open mouth. Pinning you down on the bed as I begin to thrust my hips down and up, my cock filling your mouth, pushing deeper into your throat as I pump you harder. My tip bouncing off the back of your throat now as I fuck your mouth, as your moans turn to the occasional gag. Your lips stretched wider as you try to position yourself to take me deeper. My position is not so comfortable for you, so I pull my cock from your mouth and stand, while I spin around and then kneel over you once more as I lower my cock to your lips again, almost in a 69 position. You eagerly wrap your tongue around my shaft again and seem to be urging me inside you once more, by lifting your head to meet me. Then slowly I begin to dip my hips and lower myself into your waiting mouth, slowly pumping you again, this time my stiff cock is sliding more easily down your throat as you arch your head back. Fucking your throat as I increase my rhythm, loud slurping sounds emit as you hungrily devour me, your saliva coating my shaft liberally now. Filling your throat, your mouth stretched wide open as I pump you increasingly harder and faster all the time. You begin to gag slightly with every long deep thrust that I hold all the way inside you, before releasing and pumping you again. Your head now completely pinned to the pillow, completely at my mercy as I fuck your throat, feels totally amazing, my stiff cock stuffing your warm wet mouth, memories flooding back to every time we’ve fucked in the past.

Lowering my head now as I softly plant my lips on your belly button, kissing and licking you. Sucking on your button as I lock my lips over it, then slowly let my lips wander down lower. Kissing and licking my way slowly towards your pussy, as your legs wriggle around, the anticipation of where my lips are heading. My hips still thrusting down rhythmically into you, your throat accepting my hard cock, pumping you fast and then slow to let you catch your breath, before fucking your mouth harder again. Placing my hands on each thigh as I hold your legs down and wide open as my lips are kissing all around your pussy and inner thighs, you can feel my warm breath against your wet lips as I get closer. Your body now writhing around under me, urging me on. I finally softly place my lips on your naked pussy lips, kissing you and tasting your sweetness. Letting my warm tongue lick along your pussy lips, then increasingly lapping at you more firmly. Closing my lips tightly over your clit, as I let my tongue flick it, slowly at first and then faster, teasing your little pea with the warm tip of my tongue. I can feel your breathing getting shorter again now, as my lips remain locked firmly over your clit, sucking on you harder as my tongue continues teasing you. I feel you trying to moan but unable to as I drop my hips and keep my thick shaft stuffed deep into your throat. Then suddenly I lift my mouth from your pussy, and can feel your disappointment. You were just started to build up towards a climax again but I stop short, making you wait a little longer, all part of this teasing game. You try to protest in between thrusts into your mouth, but I don’t give you a chance, enjoying the pleasure of fucking your throat too much to stop.

I reach over the edge of the bed into my bag, and fumble around a little before finding what I’m looking for. You can feel me shift around a little, but can’t know what I’m up to. Then after what feels like a minute, you feel a sudden cold sensation against your clit. I feel you jump at the new sensation. Holding it gently against your clit, it feels cold and metallic. I pause my hips and hold myself still in your throat, allowing you to concentrate on this new sensation. Gently I begin to move it, rubbing against your clit. Then suddenly you feel it burst into life, an instant vibration shooting through your body like a jolt of electricity. You hear a familiar buzzing sound to go with the stimulation, and immediately understand I am holding a vibrator against your little clit. You begin to moan and the vibration in your throat against my throbbing shaft feels amazing, as I hold myself inside you. Pressing the toy firmly against your clit now, as the vibrations on your sensitive pea are pure pleasure pulsing though your body. Your moans getting stronger as I enjoy the humming against my cock. Pressing more firmly against your clit as your legs begin to shift around involuntarily as you feel your body charging towards another climax. I turn the vibrator onto maximum, holding it against you, applying firm pressure as the vibrations are pulsing throughout your body now, driving you wild. I can feel you short of breath, your chest rising and falling faster, your sensitive clit completely at my mercy, as the vibrations are relentless. Your whole body racing towards an inevitable crescendo, your moans now more panting for breath, gagging slightly on my cock as I feel your muscles tense up as you begin to quiver under me, and then quickly burst into the most powerful climax yet, as your whole body is shaking. You are writhing and twisting beneath me as I struggle to hold the vibrator pressed against you, making sure your orgasm is as strong as possible, using every inch of will power to stop myself cumming in your mouth. Your movement and moaning and gagging on my stiff cock is driving me crazy, as is the sensation of feeling your body erupt into waves of pleasure again. Couldn’t be more turned on right now, as I somehow manage to stop my throbbing cock from exploding in your mouth, oh fuck I’ve missed you. Just as I begin to feel your muscles relax slightly I pull the vibrator from your clit and turn it off, giving your body a chance to gently come down from such a high. My hips have stopped thrusting and my cock is only partly buried in your mouth as you catch your breath, laying on you I can feel your whole body trembling under me, as I allow you to enjoy the afterglow of your orgasm.
After laying there for a few minutes, I begin to softly kiss my way up your belly, as I slowly lift myself from your mouth, and spin around alongside you. My lips roaming over your naked, sweaty body, savouring salty wet kisses all over your breasts and chest and up to your neck. “Oh John, kiss me for fuck’s sake” you quietly sigh, now free to speak again. I don’t answer, as my lips gently caress your naked body all over, enjoying the feeling of closeness again after so long. “John, why didn’t you cum with me”, I’m smiling as I continue kissing you, thinking how close I was to exploding, but I’m not finished with you yet.

After many minutes of laying together, my hands and lips caressing all over your naked body, you seem so relaxed again, as I allow my lips to kiss their way down your belly once more, and this time chart a path directly to your pussy lips, as I slowly kiss and lick you, your lips still wet as I taste your sweet juices. Then locking my lips over your clit, I begin to gently suck on you, playfully teasing you with my tongue, flicking it fast as I suck harder. Instantly your body comes to life again with some gentle sighs, as I feel you straining against your ties, wanting to be free to use your hands. My mouth buried tightly over you as I suck and lick you, I’m looking up at you, watching your chest rise and fall as your breathing gets shorter again, and your pouting lips looking so sexy. I feel myself quickly aroused again, to be fair, I never really went down, so turned on by this whole encounter. And this time I’m the one who cant stand the teasing, as just as you are beginning to moan quietly under the attention, I lift my head and push your thighs wider apart, kneeling between your legs. Taking my cock in one hand, a few quick hard strokes as I position myself above you, and then lower my hips until my tip is gently rubbing against your wet folds. Rubbing back and forth against your entrance, as your wetness coats my tip, then pushing your thighs even wider apart, I can’t restrain myself any longer, want nothing more in the world right now than to feel myself inside you again. Gently I press forward, as your lips part and my head enters you, your lips stretched tightly over my thick shaft as ever so slowly I push myself inside your warm wetness. My heart pumping now as I hear you moan “mmm I’ve missed you inside me John, you feel so good”. Lowering myself gently until my entire length is buried inside you now, the pleasurable sensation almost makes me cum instantly. My hips pressed against your spread thighs now, as I hold myself still, filling you, as I grind my hips a little from side to side as I hear you moan. Then ever so slowly, I begin to withdraw, little by little pulling out of you, until my tip is at your entrance again. Looking down at my stiff shaft, glistening coated in your wetness, my breathing is short as my arousal is sky high right now. I lower my upper body and drop my head to kiss your pouting lips. You lift your head to meet me once you feel me, as we kiss hungrily. With our lips locked tight, I brace myself either side of you, and then in one powerful downward thrusting motion, I plunge my stiff cock into you suddenly, catching your gasp in my kiss. Then without hesitating, I begin to thrust into you eagerly. My hips rising and falling hard as I plunge my cock into your depths. Our tongues dancing passionately as our lower bodies are colliding hard now, as I fuck you forcefully, your squeals caught in our kiss. My hips crashing harder and faster against you, as I increase the tempo, taking you now without restraint. I’m moaning now with every exhale, as my body pounds away at you wildly. Your lips clasped tightly around my thick shaft, as I plunge relentlessly into your heavenly womanhood.

Reaching down I grab your thighs in each hand and lift them, spreading them wider and raising them until they are pinned either side of you against the bed, your naked body spread eagled beneath me now as I penetrate you even more completely, my shaft burying so deep inside you. Your body bouncing up off the mattress to meet each powerful thrust, such is the urgency of my action. My balls now slapping loudly against your tiny asshole, your body pinned under me and completely at my mercy as I take you. All these months apart, seem to translate into the passion with which I am fucking you now, as our tongues are hungrily dancing in our lusty kiss. The veins along my shaft throbbing now, as I’m aching to explode, as I slide one hand down between our colliding bodies, locating your swollen clit, rubbing it rapidly with my thumb, applying firm pressure against you as our moans are escalating fast. Biting on your bottom lip as I feel your body begin to quiver under me, my stiff shaft plunging in and out of you, as I tense my body and make one last effort, pushing towards an almighty climax. Your body bouncing off the bed as I pound away at you more and more wildly, so close now as I feel your panting suddenly escalate, as your walls tighten around my aching shaft and your body erupts into yet another orgasm. It’s all too much for me now as the contractions around me and your warmth flooding me tips me over the edge of control, and I scream out as I explode inside you. My body convulsing involuntarily as our bodies are lost to the waves of pleasure gushing through us, both moaning loudly as your juices flood me and I unload wave after wave of hot cum deep inside you. You’re shaking body under me as I muster all of my energy to continue pumping you, your contractions milking my shaft of every last drop of semen, as I experience one of the strongest orgasms I can remember. Eventually my convulsions begin to ease and my muscles relax, as the last of my cum unloads inside you.

Collapsing onto your trembling body, both panting heavily over each other, as our bodies attempt to come down from such a high. Enjoying the sensation of still being inside you as I lay on top of you, our mixed juices leaking from you after such a powerful orgasm, as we both catch our breath. I lazily reach up with one hand and gently slide your blindfold up off your head, my face hovering above you, looking down at yours as your eyes adjust to the sudden light. “Well good morning sweety” I smile as you focus on me. Then lower my lips to yours and kiss you softly. One hand reaching up to tug on your restraint to undo it, and freeing your first hand, and then reaching over to the other to free your other hand. “God I missed you … thought I’d surprise you with a bit of a different wake up call” as I break our kiss for moment, smiling down at you, only to then have your liberated arms quickly wrap around me and pull me back into a soft sensual kiss.
Thinking to myself “it’s good to be back home … I’ve been away far too long”.

The End.

[Brandybee]

                           

10.  Train to Freedom.    Part 1  –    Lover 

I hear the sound of the train running along the tracks. Finally free. Divorced and alone, but happy. Released now, after giving myself for more than 20 years to a guy who always treated me like his own. I was just an item for him. His mom, when he needed something to eat and the house to be cleaned, his shoulder when he came home crying like a little baby and his puppet when he needed someone to fuck.
Which happened just once a month and then it only took a minute. He jumped on me, pushed his cock into my pussy and came. Turned around to sleep and snore after.

I didn’t dare to stand up against him. I was too weak and also my education always was to be a caring wife.
Until that day I met HIM. Tall, strong, dark eyes and beefy. He was a real gentleman, very nice and kind and he also was strong and powerful. His will, the clearness in his words, his assertiveness.
Do you know this? You just see a person but you know everything about him. These people, who just enter a room and take it. Because of their appearance, their charisma, the way they talk.
Never thought such a man would be interested to get to know me – me, the unimposing wallflower. But he was.
We met the day I was going back to my old village, Clarksville. My mom was very ill and I wanted to visit her. Of course my hubby didn’t have time for me. “Got to work.” Was all he said when I asked him. So I took the train.
It was raining cats and dogs. I was wet to the bones and my coat hardly protected me from all the wind. I hurried up the stairs to the station and almost screamed. My train was just about to go. I started running and stumbled on the last step. Oh shit. There I was lying in the middle of a big puddle. Thank you god for this weather. 

“That’s very sweet of you. But you don’t have to fall down on your knees in front of me. Yes, I’m a king – but that’s just my name.” He spoke with a big grin in his face.
Still upset I looked at him “What are you talking about?”
“King. Georg Layton King. That’s me.” He laughed, took my hand and helped me to get up. More he lifted me until we stood face to face. I still was upset, but his big smile made me melt away. I didn’t feel the rain and the dirt on my face anymore. His hand was strong but also soft and warm. His voice deep with a wonderful timbre. If he had kissed me…
“Wake up,” I said to myself, “you’re married. A guy like this never will touch you.”
“We should get on the train before it leaves” He said and offered his hand.
A bit shy I took it. He also helped me getting up the stairs and we were inside just when the doors closed.
“Your face is dirty.” He was smiling but I also noticed some sympathy in his eyes. “Do you want to go to toilet to clean it?”
All I could do was nodding. I felt overwhelmed by my feelings. Still angry about the situation, embarrassed that he had to help me but also electrified of his charm and look. This smile of him… in this minute he paid more attention to me than my own husband in 20 years. And with each of his soft touches I relaxed more and more.

As naturally he opened the door to the toilet and let me go in. He joined and closed the door behind. Then he took a tissue, wetted it and very soft he cleaned my face. It was wonderful, I hoped he won’t stop at all.

“You better take off the wet coat.” He suggested and I did. His eyes got big and sparkled. Obviously he liked what he saw. “Phew, may I say that’s an amazing dress! It suits perfect.” He said.
I thanked him and said “It’s nothing special. Just an old one.”
My dress was an old blue and white Chinese qipao dress, which I purchased about 5 years ago in “Keiko’s Fashion Closet”. It was short, mid thigh length with a small slit up each side.  It was classy and sexy at the same time. It was sleeveless with a high neck which fastened around the neck but had an opening just above my cleavage showing the bare flesh. Although old, it was my best dress and I always felt well dressed in it and that it showed off my figure to best advantage.
We had been invited to an Asian wedding and this dress was perfect for this evening, hence the purchase.
5 years ago… so long ago. Since that day we never went out anymore…
His gentle compliment made me feel better though. My hubby never ever noticed if I wore a dress or a gown.
For sure I’m not a perfect ten, but also I’m not ugly. My body always was in good shape, my legs long and slim and my breasts full. Ok, some pounds too much but I’m feeling fine. The brown hair is curly and reaching my shoulders.

Suddenly the train started and we stumbled. More we fell into each other. His voice brought me back to here and now.
“Sorry. My fault.” I just looked deep into his dark brown eyes and as he wanted to unhand me, I wrapped my arms around and kissed him. Shocked about what I was doing I stopped and went one step back.
Blood was rushing into my face and I’m sure I looked as red as a hydrant. Before I was able to say anything, he pulled me back. Holding me with his strong hands, I felt his tongue opening my lips. French kissing… how long I have been waiting for this… Our tongues dance and snaked, his right hand was touching my butt and his left one hold my head. I forgot everything. My body was shivering – like a flower in desert, waiting for water for years and now it finally started raining.

We didn’t say a word. How could we? We were kissing passionately, greedy… I was sucking his tongue as if there were no tomorrow. Both of his hands were kneading my buttocks. All I felt was desire – and wetness. Was it because of the rain or was it my throbbing pussy? Whatever!

He lifted my dress. OH GOD! When I felt his hands on my thighs, waves of lust were going through my body. He stopped kissing. Looking at him, my body was screaming “Don’t stop kissing!” But my mouth was silent. Like in slow motion he went down to his knees. His face close to my vulva, I even could feel his breath. Do it! My body was begging. Don’t wait. Do it now please. What are you waiting for? Come on. Are you afraid now? Don’t you like what you see? None of these words left my lips but my mind was shouting.

And then he kissed me. Kissed the fabric of my panties, which were soaked already. Mmm.  So tenderly. Playful. Slowly he pulled off my panties. Next I felt his index finger discovering my pussy lips… my slit… until he reached my little button. My knees got weak and I thought I’m going to faint.
Quickly he sat me down on the toilet.
I was not able to think. Married, sitting on a more or less dirty toilet of a train, my pussy touched, kissed and licked by a stranger… for me, only dirty sluts would do this. Now I was like them – me, a well-educated, faithful caring wife. Worst of all – I was loving it. I wanted to continue. I wanted he would fuck me now, thrusting his hard fat cock deep into my pussy… but he didn’t. Not yet.
He went on pampering my vagina with his fingers and mouth. He was doing everything right. Licking up and down my lips, then and when flickering his tongue around my clit… teasing my entrance, just touching it with tip of his tongue. I wanted to grab his head and push it against my wet hole – but I didn’t dare. I moaned loud as he started sucking my lips… OOOHH… never felt this feeling before.
There was nothing I could say, just moaning and whimpering. And then it happened – his tongue dived deep into my pussy. When he also pressed his thumb on my clit, it was too much for me – a big orgasm ran through my body, a big scream escaped my mouth and like a fountain my pussy was gushing. It was like a volcano, erupting after an eternity.
While I was cumming, he went on fucking my pussy with his tongue. When I finally calmed down, he stopped and smiled at me. “Somebody needed it badly.” He winked.
Looking at him, tears were filling my eyes. Feeling dirty because of what I had done, sad because a stranger had to give me those wonderful feelings and also as satisfied as I never was before. He embraced me. He said nothing at all but I felt his warmth and I felt safe.

My mind got clear! Knowing what to do and how I have to my life now, I looked at him and said “I want you!”
He looked, waited a moment then asked “Sure?”
“Yes. As sure as I never have been before in my life. I want you – and I want to feel your…” thinking about the right word…”hard cock deep in my pussy!” 
Waiting one more second, adding “Here and now!”

– continued –

[Brandybee]

                              

10.   Train to Freedom.    Part 2     –     Lover 

He lifted me, kissed me deeply for in about one minute, while he was fondling my butt and pussy… then turned me around. I was holding myself on the washing basin when I heard his zipper zzz. Next I felt his lips on my neck… it was so wonderful… and when his cock touched my slit I almost came again.

Instead of fucking me straight, he just was rubbing his cock against my pussy… “Last chance to say no!” He teased me.
“No!”
“No?” His voice was smiling…
“Yes – I mean YESSS!”
More he didn’t want to know.
“Aaahhh!!!” His cock filled my love channel completely. Quickly I bit my hand, not to scream out loud.

Now he was not the tender caring man, now he was a wild beast. He fucked me standing from behind, thrusting his rock hard cock deep, in and out my burning pussy. Each of his thrusts triggered a little earthquake in my body. He was so fantastic.
When he felt, I was close, he slowed down, almost stopped all his actions.
“What?” was all I could say.

Instead of answering, he kissed my neck and fondled my buttocks.
When I calmed down, he started to shag me again. Slow first, but soon increased speed and pressure. Never did I feel something like this before. No comparison to my husband. This was sex. Great. Perfect.
He moved faster, buried his fingers in my flesh and his hot breath hit my neck. It seemed his cocking is growing more and more, I felt him so deep inside…

Then he came – OH YEAH. His load filled my pussy and his shrugging cock made me cum too.
Unable to scream anymore, my voice just was huskily and gasping. Heaven! Would this moment never end…
But of course it had to end. Though he was awesome, he was human. And still caring. He turned me around and again kissed me, caressing my face too. Happiness filled me and I had to cry again – tears of blessedness this time.
What started with being wet – because of the rain – finished with being wet. Now it was my pussy, wetted with his and my juices and my body wet because of sweating.

“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome – just why? It was my pleasure.” He replied.
“You showed me what life is about. And you showed me, I have to change my life and live my own, happy one now.”

We sat down in a cabin and I told him everything. He listened to me for two hours, then he reached his destination.
We never have met afterwards. But I never will forget him and this day.
Often I remembered this first day of my new life. So I do now as I’m riding the same train, going to my mom again. She isn’t ill anymore, everything went fine.

Now I’m going to her because I left my husband. For some weeks I need a place to stay, until I get my own apartment. Thinking about this stranger, smiling about our adventure…

The guy opposite is looking at me. Looking at him, thinking why don’t you flirt with him?
Still unexperienced with flirting, but willing to learn, I put my right leg above my left one. My skirt is sliding up and he has to see my thigh high stockings. He does! Also he’s starting to talk to me.

That’s good – he makes it easier for me. “Would you open the window please? I ask him and he gets up to do.
Looking at his butt, which is covered in a tight blue jeans but looks fantastic. While he’s turning his back to me, I open two buttons of my blouse. As he turns around again, he has a great view to my cleavage. My nipples are covered by a white, semi-transparent lace bra. My thighs are covered by an elegant but short black skirt. A coat is not needed today – it’s a hot and sunny day.

His eyes are smiling. Without asking, he sits down aside me. It seems we both know what we want and it’s not talking.
Since I met this guy that day, my life has changed. I got the strength to leave my husband and discovered my sexuality.
I had some hot sex adventures and still want more.
Now this handsome guy has to satisfy me! He kisses passionately and his hands is kneading my breasts through the fabric of my shirt. With one fast move I slide onto his lap, our tongues still knotted.

My tits are pressed on his chest and my nipples are hard and stiffened. My pussy is wet already and begging for his cock. He pushes me down and I know what to do – looking at him, opening his button and zipper, pulling out his rocket. That’s what I need now!
Flickering my tongue around his cockhead, wanking and squeezing his shaft, hearing him moaning. Mmm.. start sucking his cock deep into my mouth and as he starts lifting his hips, I can feel his cock in my throat. The first time it happened I almost got sick but now I’m loving it.
My panties get wetter and wetter and for granted my fingers are rubbing my pussy. His gasping and moaning is turning me on and I can’t wait to feel his cock in me.

He takes my head, pulls me up and kisses me deeply. Grabbing my hips, he leads me to his cock. While I start riding him, he opens my shirt and bra and starts massaging and squeezing my boobs.
So so good…
Throwing my head back, dancing on his cock, feeling desired and admired. He is so strong, he knows how to handle a woman and when he starts sucking my tits I almost cum.

But not yet… more, more, more… take me stranger, fuck me in the rhythm of the train.
He stops.
NOOO! What are you doing? Don’t stop please…
He gets up, flips me around and I understand. Kneeing on the seat now, holding myself on the headrest, offering him my backside. His cock is touching my slit, slowly it’s slipping inside.. deeper, deeper, deeper…

Shag me is all I can think now but he is torturing me. Just very slow he is moving forth and back, holding my hips with his strong hands. As I think this pain never will end, he slaps my buttocks.
“Ouch!” I scream but it’s a wonderful feeling.

He grabs my hips, it’s a feeling as if a bench vice would hold me, and then he increases speed. Fucking me hard and fast now, pulling my hips towards him with every thrust he does.

YES! That’s it – fuck me baby, fuck me until I can’t no more.
“I want to see your face” is all I hear as he stops shagging me and turns me around again.
My legs spread wide, more lying than sitting now, he goes on. We’re looking at each other, though I can hardly keep my eyes open. My heart beats faster, my orgasm is building and so does his. We’re both exploding in same moment.
My pussy is sucking his cock, his shaft is rubbing my inner walls and his load is mixing with my own juices. While we’re still cumming, he starts kissing me and don’t stop before we both are exhausted completely.

Quickly I take his cock and lick it. No, I suck it as a lollipop. Cleaning it with mouth and tongue.
“Mmm that’s fantastic.” He is moaning.
His cock is so yummy. So far, no guy came in my mouth. This I will try next, I know.
As we both are able to breathe again, we hear the sound of the train. Just in time we finished, we’re reaching the station and he has to go.
“Thank you, I never had such a hot experience before. Do we meet again?” He asks.
“Maybe. I’m often journeying by train now.” I say smiling.

With a last long kiss he takes leave.
I hear the sound of the train running along the tracks. Finally free. Divorced and alone, but happy.

In one hour I will be home too. In my new, old home. This is my new life. Will it be perfect? I don’t know – but I know, it will be a much better one.
Looking forward to it, I’m deep in thoughts as the door opens and a young couple enters the cabin. We talk a little, they tell they are going on vacation and as they’re asking me about my destination I want to say “Clarksville”.

But then I wait a second… “For me, this is the train to freedom.”

The End.

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