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I hate December. It's the worst time of year. I'm sure if I lived on the mainland it would be amazing, with the trees sleeping under coats of white snow, and the festive decorations. Alas, I live in Hawaii. The palm trees and shiny fake wreaths look tacky under the clouded sun over Oahu.

It was the day before Christmas and I was walking down to the only store only that was open to get myself some Ramen Noodles. I have only been in Hawaii for a couple of months and I already regretted going to college here. The good thing I found on this island is Dylan. I remember when I first met him he stole the last peach in the lunch line.

I'm from the country, and I used to have peaches all the time. I hadn't seen a peach in about 3 weeks that peach looked pretty fucking good. Needless to say, I put up a fight. With a little bit of an arrangement, (a date for a peach) we came through.

The date was kind of a flop but we clicked anyway, and we have been unofficially together for about 5 months now. I know what your thinking what's unofficial about five months, but really were just kind of at the best friends point and cant get past it. It's mostly my fault I admit.

Today me and Dylan planned on spending the day eating musabi and watching crappy movies, to keep us distracted from the fact that our loser selves were alone in a college dorm on Christmas Eve. I got to my door and took off my flip flops at my mat.

Dylan wasn't set to arrive for another two hours or so, so I took this opportunity to take a nice cool shower to get off all the sweat from the walk to the store. I threw the musabi into the fridge with the mountain dew and the lunch meat.

I stripped in my bite sized living area and went into the bathroom to start the water. I looked in the mirror. My normally auburn hair was now streaked orange from the hot sun, and was pulled into a messy bun on top on my head.

I never really tanned much so my skin was still white as milk, thanks to my crazed fear of the sun. I had put on a little weight since starting college, so my size 3 waist turned into a solid 5, and my normally B cup size turned to a C.

I was still adjusting to the change, but my friends all said I looked better. I wrinkled my nose and stepped into the cool shower. My nipples instantly became hard as pearls from the sudden temperature change. The cold water felt good on my face. I let my fingers graze my body slightly. I reached the thin patch of hair covering my mound and I stopped and blushed slightly.

I had never been one to masturbate in a shower. Just the thought of masturbating by myself in my dorm during the holiday season in the 'most romantic island in America' seemed a bit pitiful. I sighed and let my hand drop.

I was still a virgin. I didn't think it was because I was a prude or I couldn't get any, I just never got around to it. High school was too filled with having fun with my close group of friends for it to be clouded with sex.

I wiped the water off my eyes and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed my white towel and dried my hair and my body then wrapped it around my body. I padded over to the fridge and grabbed a can of coke.

"Dylan should be coming soon." I said to myself.

I went to my room and threw on a white tank top and my favorite jeans. I was just about to brush my hair when I heard Dylan pounding on my door.

I ran over and looked through the peep hole while pulling my hair up. He was holding pizza. What a God. I opened the door and threw my arms around his shoulders.

"Finally got paid huh?" I asked him while grabbing the box.

"Hold your horses woman; you'd swear you haven't eaten in years!"

He put the box on the table and reached into his backpack and pulled out a terribly wrapped present. The tape was electrical and the corner was half exposed.

"That is the best thing I've seen all day."

I said laughing. I opened it up and saw a cardboard box. Inside was three jars of peach jam, (oh my god) and a sappy hallmark card with "Dylan" scrawled on the bottom.

"This is seriously great Dylan." I said trying to hold back a bit. "I feel bad for only getting you that CD"

"Don't" he said with a smirk

"My grandma sent it to me in a care package. It sucks; I already ate the first jar." I laughed and brought him over to the couch.

"I rented a whole bunch of movies, lets just grab one and start it."

I closed my eyes and picked a movie. It was some movie about a mummy and an old man who though he was Elvis.

"This looks promising."

I put it in the player and sat back on the couch. Dylan smiled. I looked at him for a bit while he ate his pizza. He was about 6 foot and had kind of a thin, but toned body. he was incredibly tan, probably from all the visits to the beach. He had piercing blue-gray eyes and a line of white teeth.

Not completely a knock out, but just enough to make me kind of woozy when I saw him. I didn't want to risk anything with our friendship; but lately I had been thinking about him a lot.

He turned to look at me. He had a glob of pizza on his face. I laughed.

"Are you going to grab a piece or just ogle at mine all day?"

He reached over to the box and handed me a slice. It's greasy crust slipped right through my hand, bringing the sloppy pizza onto my white tank top.

Dylan frantically moved the now cheese less slice back in the box and started wiping the front of my shirt. I blushed wildly and push his hand away from my breasts, seeing I wasn't wearing a bra.

"I'll just go change. I think this shirt cost like 4 dollars; I'll throw it away."

I went into my bedroom and peeled off the tank top. My breast were slightly red from the heat, and some grease had gotten on me through the shirt. I tried to wipe it off, gave up and just threw on a wife beater and came back outside. Dylan turned around and smiled.

"Your missing the movie." he said with a grin. I sat down on the couch next to him.

"You wouldn't believe it but some nasty slob spilled my own pizza on me?" I said grabbing another slice.

We watch the rest of the first movie. I kept noticing Dylan looking at me. I followed his eyes to see what he was looking at. His eyes were focused on my breasts.

I didn't realize it till now but my shirt was kind of see through. Just the thought of him looking at me like that made me a little worked up. I caught his eye boldly. he looked at me with a mix of embarrassment and lust in his eyes. I looked away quickly loosing my nerve.

"Carrie, um, are we dating?"

Dylan mumbled quietly over the television. I looked at him shocked. I thought we were just friends. it never occurred to me he thought otherwise.

"I don't think so... well did you think we were?"

I asked him sheepishly. God I'm an idiot. Dating someone for 5 months and not even knowing.

"Well we went on that one date, you were never clear on your intentions afterward, but we kept hanging out more, I just thought maybe we could be more then friends." he said.

I could tell he was carefully picking his words.

"Oh, okay." I said.

"Well we can always try it out." I placed my hand gently on his lap.

He looked down on it, then he looked up at me. His gray eyes looked smoky. I leaned forward and kissed him gently.

We had never kissed before, seeing the first date went kind of bad; but my lips pressing against his felt amazing.

I pressed into his mouth harder, and I ran my tongue across his lips, he opened his lips slightly and entered his tongue greedily into my mouth.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and I ran my fingers up and down his smooth back. He deepened the kiss even farther, sending waves of pleasure through my body I never felt before.

His tongue swirled frantically with mine making my clit seep sex juices, like it had been waiting a long time. He slipped his hands under my top, running his fingers lightly across my hips and stomach.

I moaned out aloud as he brushed the underside of my bare breasts. He groaned at my response and frantically took of my top and kissed my neck, working his way down. He cupped my breast in his hand and the pressure made my breath intake.

"You are so beautiful. I wanted this for a long time."

He took my nipple into his mouth and sucked it gently. I never felt anything like it before. A jagged moan escaped my lips. I could feel my mound pulsating from arousal.

"Don't stop please!" I gasped as he slowly worked his way down to my jeans.

He undid the claps and slid them down my legs. He pressed his lips on my cotton underwear and kissed my throbbing clit. He ran his tongue over my already wet panties, then pulled them off slowly. He inserted on finger into my virgin hole.

"Oh god... please... that feels so good!" I moaned as he pumped his finger slowly in and out of me, my wet pussy letting him glide easier with each gentle thrust. Then I felt his hot tongue flick my clit gently, then he slowly licked it up and down.

My mind was whirling and I gasped his named. He sucked on it eagerly and took out his finger and lapped my juices from my leaking clit.

"Fuck!" I whispered as he went back on my clit rolling it around in his mouth. Then put his finger back inside me and I felt the most incredible orgasm I would ever experience creeping up on me.

I gasped and panted as he nipped at my tender clit, then sucked it, rolling his tongue across my swollen bud. The building pressure was finally released as my virgin hole gush hot liquid into his ready mouth.

"Fuck Dylan I'm coming!" I screamed loudly.

He lapped up my juices until they were all gone then rose up to meet my lips with a kiss. I tasted my musky cum on his lips as we kiss feverishly. He must have taken off his pants, because just then I felt his hard cock pressing against my thigh.

"Dylan, please be careful, I never done this before." I admitted shyly. He looked at me surprised, and then smiled sweetly.

"I wouldn't want to hurt you."

He pushed his thick cock slowly into my tight hole, and I screamed at the feeling of him filling me. He pumped in and out slowly. Just when the pain was about to get unbearable, it slowly started feeling different.

I moaned at his slow thrusts and met them with my hips.

"Fuck me harder, please!" I moaned into his ear. He picked me up and carried me to my room. He set me on the bed with me still inside him, and then he thrust in as deep as he could go. I felt his balls slap on my ass.

"Fuck me Dylan." I said as I looked into his eyes.

With that, he rammed his thick cock into me again, and pumped it in and out at a rapid speed. It felt so incredible I couldn't even breath. My pussy leaked juices with each thrust and I could feel another earth shattering orgasm coming.

I let out a low growl as he pumped me one more time, and my pussy clenched his hard dick and start convulsing from the hot sensations coursing through my body.

I screamed his name as he fucked me even harder, causing me to come again on top of my last orgasm.

Just when I thought I was on the verge of passing out, I felt his balls clenching and churning against my ass with each new thrust.

He came into my throbbing pussy, filling it with his hot cum. He pulsated it deep into my no longer virgin hole.

I shuddered as I felt him fill me. He let out a low groan and sunk on top of my sweaty body.

"God Dylan that was amazing." I whispered to him.

He laughed.

"I have a feeling were not going to be watching that many movies this holiday season." He kissed me gently on the forehead.

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Alan couldn't be sure. Alan could feel her heat on him. Alan could not imagine however help Ally's tight, round ass inches from his head, his face simply as close to her pubis. As Ally worked for her hands over Alan's muscular back, (bringing him a smooth, calming satisfaction that straight opposed the stimulation that had actually started in his loins), she observed she could smell him. And she liked it. It wasn't perfume, it wasn't aftershave. It was just him and it was more appealing than anything Alan could have ever stated. Alan heard it. The sound wrapped itself around him and Alan thought, I am outrageously smitten by this masseuse.

As she worked his body, her hands served as her eyes. Removing a bit of the sheet to work his lower back and gluts, the butt s of her palms traced the sinewy figure she drew in her mind. Later, as her thumbs dug into his inner-thighs, calves, and hamstrings, she thought of the pieces as a whole, standing, naked, in a well-lit place. She liked what her hands informed. Meanwhile, Alan tried to picture a more complete picture of the body attached to the hands that worked on him. The heat Ally emitted supplied an unrefined type of finder in his pitch-black world. He felt a gentle wave of warmth when she took an action towards the front or back of the table. He pictured her hips, her smooth stomach and her toned waist above.

When she worked his upper back, she leaned forward, digging into him with her elbow. When Ally sat on a stool near his head and began to knead his neck, he envisioned her strong shoulders rolling forward with each stroke. Therefore it went this way for half an hour. It was time for her to massage his chest, arms, and quadriceps. Scoot down for me, Alan, she whispered, and turn onto your back. She raised the sheet to make it easier for him. When he had actually moved, and she let the sheet back down, she and Alan noticed it at the same time. Alan was fully set up. It lifted the sheet, comically, like a tent. Alan was extremely ashamed, his cheeks flushing with colour. He refused to open his eyes to try to construct out Ally's response. He didn't understand what to state. Then, he heard her leave, to the corner of the room. He became aware of masseuses who put a stack of towels on a client's groin in situations like these. Possibly that's what she is about to do, he hoped. Prior to she stepped away, Ally had actually frozen. Listed below her, Alan's cock reached for her through the sheet, through the dim light. With any other client, she would have been appalled, disgusted. She would have begrudgingly finished the massage, keeping her distance from his crotch. At this minute, with Alan, the set down sheet brought her enjoyment and shortness of breath. She desired Alan. She found that, for the very first time in her life, without kissing, with no foreplay to prepare her, she was prepared to have sex.

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Locked in with a Succubus Ch. 09

"Oh crap," she said.

Puzzled, George looked up.

Nicole sat astride him, motionless aside from the up and down movements of the waterbed beneath them. Her sex had contracted snugly all around his cock, holding him firmly inside her. It was very tight, but not uncomfortably so. In fact, it felt very pleasant. Her vagina was warm, almost hot, and his dick felt like it was stewing in pleasure.

What was happening?

Nicole's eyes were shut and her face was expressionless, perfect like a porcelain doll. Her vagina slowly started to peel back from the root of George's cock.

Her sex convulsed.

George's whole body tensed up. An involuntary gasp burst from his mouth.

The soft walls of her pussy squished around his cock like warm putty and then squeezed. He felt powerful suction roll all the way up his shaft.

And beyond.

He felt it in his trunk, in the blood vessels running throughout his body. The pad of soft fleshy tissue enveloping the head of his penis expanded like bellows and he felt the pull right through his balls and down to his curling toes.

Aaaah. Another involuntary gasp shot from his lips.

Nicole's head dropped forwards. Her lovely supple lips pouted in a cute little 'o' as a short sigh of pleasure slipped from her mouth. Her pale cheeks blushed deep red.

Her vagina pulsed again and a whiplash of breath-taking pleasure thrummed through George. His spine arched backwards, pressing his shoulders back against the mattress.

Nicole lifted her head up and gave a strange alien cry, like some kind of exotic bird or beast. She looked down at George and he was unnerved by what he saw. It was Nicole's beautiful face, but it looked like a host of emotions were churning away beneath the surface. Something was coming through, something demonic and full of lascivious hunger.

George knew then he was in trouble.

"Mmm," Nicole murmured.

She relaxed and sank down on George, letting his trapped erection be drawn up deeper into the smothering flesh of her vagina. The muscular walls undulated and sucked, sending another blast of ecstasy rushing through George's body.

He didn't know if this had been Nicole's intention from the start or whether something had gone wrong, but instinctively he knew he was in mortal danger. He tried to lift his shoulders up from the swaying bed.

Nicole looked at him with eyes as cold as distant galaxies. She sang words in an alien tongue. They sounded like the sweetest, purest notes, but with dissonant harmonies like metal coming together in a car crash. She made strange motions with her hands, as if she was dragging her claws through soil or clay even though there was nothing before her but empty air.

Glistening threads, like angel hair or the finest spider silk, drifted down onto George's chest and shoulders. Where they touched him, they sapped his strength and left behind a state of pleasant enervation. His shoulders fell back on the bed and stayed there.

"You think you can escape," Nicole mocked. "You're inside me."

Her sex pulsed again and George trembled. The muscular walls bunched up around his shaft and rolled to the head in a kind of lascivious peristalsis.

Nicole whispered more words so alien they slipped past his ears like shimmering silver fish. George felt the strange constriction around the base of his cock relax. A few moments ago he would have given anything for it to be gone. Now, he would have given twice as much to put it back.

He was naked, completely exposed. The liquid interior of Nicole's vagina slithered and tugged at him. She had full control. George felt she could make him come at any time, but instead her motions were slow and practised. She teased him with silken tugs that left him always just short of a threshold that kept rising a little each time. George squirmed and writhed beneath her like a fish caught on a line. The pleasure kept building and building until the denial of release became a kind of torture in itself.

Nicole shifted position on top of him. She sat up straighter and tilted her head up to the ceiling. She held out her hands with the palms facing upwards. Her wings extended behind her. If they'd been feathered rather than membranous like a bat's she might have looked like an angel in prayer. She even whispered words that sounded like prayer. George thought he saw a nimbus of purple flickering light around her form, but that could have been his imagination.

It was hard to think of anything. Pure sensation overwhelmed him. Nicole might have looked still and composed—with her only motions short, controlled thrusts of her hips—but the interior of her vagina was alive. George heard liquid sounds as the thick, soft walls of her sex crawled over his erection. Her lust had engulfed him whole. It felt like an alien heart had invaded his system and his blood was now dancing to the beat of the intruder organ.

"Now," Nicole commanded in a soft voice.

The soft meat of her vagina wrapped tightly around his penis and pulsed.

George gasped through gritted teeth. His hips bucked upwards.

His cock spewed an enormous load of semen into the succubus's pussy. The fleshy pad at the end of her vagina absorbed it all and then sucked on the head of his cock for more.

Oh god.

He obliged. He had no choice. His cock throbbed again and again, each time depositing another hot, sticky load into the succubus's smothering grip. On and on—

How much—

—more and more—

—could she take?

—as George writhed and thrashed in the throes of pure animal orgiastic release.

The ejaculation kept going, way past the point it should have ended as George pumped jets, streams, rivers of cum into her greedy sex. She absorbed it all and exhorted him for more, more, more!

He couldn't. His body . . . there wasn't . . .

Nicole leant over him. She caressed the side of his face with clawed fingers. Her face was feral and strangely all the more beautiful for it, like seeing the model in the flesh rather than her sculpture. Fires raged in the depths of her abyssal black eyes and yet George saw something which glistened in the corner of one of them—a tear maybe, but blacker than the deepest sin.

His body convulsed. He was still coming. What, he had no idea; his balls must have emptied already. Her sex continued to throb around his cock like the beats of a great fleshy heart, pumping the goodness and vitality from his body.

George's movements quietened down. A cold numbness was spreading throughout his abdomen.

And still his body sang with pleasure, as if he wanted this to continue forever and ever and damn the consequences. Forget the future, enjoy the now!

Nicole lay on top of him. Her full breasts rested on his chest. George's eyes, holdouts from the revolution she'd instilled in his flesh, pleaded with her to stop. Nicole crushed her soft lips against his and stole the breath from his lungs.

Her skin felt so hot against his. A raging furnace.

George was coming apart inside. His pieces were dismantling, becoming firewood to fuel her flames.

The tide of pleasure rose up and claimed the last of George's thoughts.

It was wonderful, the most natural thing in the world. He felt only the contentment of absolute release as the deep deep darkness rose up to envelop him.

George jerked awake with a gasp.

What? Where?

The bed. He lay in a shallow, comfortable depression in the centre of Nicole's waterbed. And Nicole . . .

The demon was still on top of him. She looked down at him. The stark, perfect beauty of her features contrasted with her horns and empty black eyes. She placed the neck of a bottle against George's lips.

"Drink," she ordered.

She upended the bottle and a trickle of sweet liquid passed between George's lips. He recognised the taste as that moreish wine he'd drunk earlier, only now it seemed even more delicious. He gulped it down like a parched man finding water in a desert.

Nicole took the bottle away, much to George's disappointment. He lifted his head up and saw Nicole was still sitting on his crotch. The lips of her labia were splayed and pressed against his body. He couldn't see his penis. It was still inside her. Inside the succubus.

"Did you think I was done with you?" she said.

To be continued . . .

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Freedom, Freedom from all those years of homeschooling, that's what I wanted. Mom was nice enough but I longed for the thrill of college and all the promise it held: boys, the interaction with others my age, boys, going to a different city, and boys among other things. Here I was, finally, Madison Culver, college student.

My first weeks were a blur, all the new faces, sights, and things to do. Hanging out with the students at the Quad, the campus coffeshop, I found myself gravitating to the girls from Sigma Nu sorority. It seemed as though we all shared the same thoughts and dreams. It wasn't long before Greek Week and, with all my heart and soul, I wanted to be a Sigma Nu. There were about 20 of us in the pledge group and I was on pins and needles.

All of the pledges were invited to attend a little get-together at the sorority house and I was giddy with excitement. We were all sitting in the great room talking and getting to know one another when Amber, the president of the Sorority, got up to make an announcement.

"As you all know," she began, "Each year, the pledges hold a fundraiser to help support the sorority. This year, we are going to do something a little different. All of your names have been placed in this bowl." As she held it high in the air, I had a strange sense of dread. I can't say why or what I was worried about but the feeling was there.

Amber continued, "Ted Bowers, as I'm sure you've heard, is looking for girls for his Campus Cuties series."

I didn't like where this was going. The campus paper had been full of stories about Ted Bowers. He was an adult film producer. An older guy, he wasn't particularly handsome but had built a career of taking girls and introducing them to adult movies. Like he claimed on the jackets of his DVDs: "A First Time Each Time". He was the hot topic of conversation at the Quad. Some of the girls were excited and were hoping they would be picked to star in his next film. I on the other hand, couldn't see myself performing like a paid whore.

"As I said, each of your names is in the jar. Yes, Mandy, I put you name in twice" she snickered at a cute little blonde standing next to her.

"The name I draw will be the next star in Ted's new movie. Of course, she will also become a Sigma Nu. As you know we only have five spaces available for this pledge class, so if I draw your name, you are a double winner. The performer fee will go to our charity."

I felt my knees turn to jelly. She couldn't be serious. I was a virgin; I'd never even had an orgasm. Yes, I know that's strange but having been homeschooled and participating in every sport known to mankind, I just didn't have time for that kind of stuff.

Even though there were twenty names in the jar, twenty one with that little slut Mandy, I had a real bad feeling abut this.

As she reached into the jar, I was almost peeing myself. If my name were drawn, I couldn't go through with it. I knew that; I knew that with more certainty than I knew my own name.

Her voice cut through the pregnant silence. "Madison", my stomach flipped and my chest tightened, "Barnes". I finally exhaled as I realized someone else would have the "honor" of starring in the film.

"I'll be damned if I'm going to fuck that old man!" a busty brunette shouted.

All eyes turned to her as Amber venomously replied: "I see somebody isn't Sigma Nu material."

The brunette stormed out of the room as Amber jokingly said," Looks like the rest of you girls are still in the running". My heart was pounding so loud I could swear everyone in the room could hear it.

Again, Amber reached into the jar, I knew what was coming.

"Madison Culver"

I peed myself. Not a lot, but I lost control. Girls were crowding around me saying how cool it was and how much I was going to enjoy it. I knew they were really thinking: "I'm glad it wasn't me".

The next few weeks were a blur, Ted Bower's office called with all the details, where to go for a blood test, where the shoot would take place, what ID I had to bring: stuff like that. It was all so clinical.

Yes, I was now a Sigma Nu. I hoped it was worth it.

The big day came and I was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I was in a daze as I drove to the location. I don't know why I was even doing this. I could turn around and go back to the house, I'm sure they would understand.

Placing one foot in front of the other, I trudged into the studio like a condemned prisoner going to meet my maker. I was surprised that it was just the two of us, I'd expected a whole crew of people but it was only Ted and several cameras and monitors. He was older than I thought but seemed really nice. He had a little belly and a long graying ponytail. Not the guy I imagined was going to take my virginity.

Motioning for me to sit on the large bed dominating the room, I slowly made my way over and gingerly sat on one corner. After introducing himself, we engaged in some playful banter. He really was quite a conversationalist. I was starting to relax when he said that I should take off my clothes so we could get started.

This was the moment I had been dreading. After all the girls he had been with, how could my body ever be acceptable? He would probably call off the shoot when he saw how small my breasts were. Fully expecting him to laugh me out of the studio, I took of my top and slid my jeans down my legs while I kicked off my shoes. Standing there in my white bikini panties and matching bra, I was trembling and turning twelve shades of red.

I glanced at one of the monitors and could see that my shame was reflected in the HD screen. Gulping a little, I turned my back to him and proceeded to unfasten my bra and let it slide from my body. Covering myself as best I could with one hand, I shimmied my hips pulling my panties down and off with the other. Standing up, I turned away from the camera that I had been staring into and stood there, like a deer trapped in the headlamps, as he looked me up and down. He wasn't undressing me, I had taken are of that little chore. No, he was drinking me in; reveling in the shame, awkwardness and fright coursing through my body. It was like a coyote looking at a little bunnyrabbit and dreaming of the meal that was soon to be his. Lowering my hands to my sides, I was unprepared for his reaction.

Letting out a low whistle, he said,"You have the most perfect body I have seen in a long time. I think we're both going to enjoy this".

Propping some pillows up on the bed, he told me to lean back and get comfortable. I did as directed, well, everything but the "get comfortable" part. Handing me a long tube shaped thing, he told me to masturbate for the camera.

"Masturbate? I've never done that" I cried.

I can honestly say that that was the first time I had seen someone's jaw drop, literally. Smiling, he asked if I had ever had an orgasm. Blushing furiously, I was wringing my hands and crossing my legs as I admitted that not only hadn't I ever had an orgasm, I was a virgin.

He seemed genuinely concerned at that point and sat on the bed next to me. Cupping my chin in his right hand, he looked me squarely in the eyes as he said, "Are you sure that you want to do this?"

I spilled out the whole story to him; my sheltered upbringing, the sorority, the drawing, everything. He sat there shaking his head and said something that I had never considered.

"You are probably one of the few girls in life that has the opportunity to capture herself at the most important moment in time for any young lady: losing her virginity. Most times it happens in the back seat of a car somewhere with a boy you would just as soon forget. It's usually not a pleasant experience and the number of girls who said they achieved orgasm; I can count on one hand. I promise you that I will make it as good for you as I possibly can. I've been doing this for a long time and, trust me, you will enjoy it. But the choice is yours, you can leave now and I won't tell anyone what happened or you can stay and become a woman."

I sat there in silence and weighed my options. I could run and hide or I could take advantage of a situation that had been thrust upon me. No pun intended. I chose the latter.

I guess it sounded stupid but the only words I could come up with were "Take Me". Those must have been right as he lowered his face to mine and gave me my first real kiss. His tongue pressed against my closed lips as I fought against my total surrender. I don't know how to describe it, but he had a power that radiated from him. The masculinity and confidence he possessed seemed to overwhelm me. As I moaned with delight, his tongue slipped inside my mouth.

As our lingual duel continued, his right hand slipped down to caress my neck, then my chest and finally rest on my left breast. The touch was electric. As he rolled my nipple in his strong fingers, bolts of lightning radiated throughout my body. I hummed my pleasure into his mouth as he broke off the kiss. His lips trailed down, following the path his hand had taken moments before. When he sucked my nipple into his mouth, I grabbed his head and screamed. Even though I knew that he had just started playing with me, I didn't know if I could stand any more sensation.

He laid me back upon the pillows and eagerly began to suckle my turgid nipples. They were sticking out further than I thought possible. Left, right, left right, I was going crazy, but if they committed me, I'd go gladly. I loved his touch.

Pulling his head free from my grasp, his lips began a slow, torturous descent down my body. Circling my navel and dipping inside, his tongue kept up its maddening descent. As he slid down past my lower belly, he buried himself in my abundant pubic hair. Raising his head he exclaimed, "I love a woman who leaves her bush natural, it's so sexy".

Kisses rained down on my inner thighs as he put his hands behind my knees and opened me up to him. I was going out of my mind with anticipation. His caresses had felt wonderful and I could only imagine what was in store as his tongue licked up one side of my pussy lips and down the other.

"Please" I cried.

His tongue touched that spot right between my back hole and my pussy and licked slowly up towards my slit. I was holding my breath until he made contact with my delicate folds. My body bucked up into his face as he buried his tongue deeply inside me. Grabbing his head, I forced him deeper into my moist valley. The only way he was leaving there was minus two handfuls of hair. He was magic. When he said that he had been with many women, I understood what he meant. Touching places that I didn't even know I had, he reduced me to a crying, begging, pleading mass of quivering 18 year old girlflesh with one thought on her mind. As he sucked my clitoris into his mouth, I shrieked and let go of his head as I grabbed the sides of the bed, half raising myself into the air, My toes were curled tightly, my swollen breasts were throbbing as he slid one hand up to pinch my nipples. I was almost there.

Suddenly, he stopped his ministrations and told me to get on my knees and elbows and face the camera. Moaning in frustration, I did as instructed and felt so open and vulnerable as he moved behind me. I was shocked as his lips began to trail over the cheeks of my ass and down the dark crevice between them. When his tongue touched my puckered little anus, my head shot up and I found myself staring into the cameras as I groaned out my shock and dismay. How could anyone do something so, so dirty? I had scrubbed myself just before I came over but this was my ass, how could anyone want to kiss me there?

His tongue trailed downwards towards my pussy which was presented to him in all its glory. Imagined how I must look with my bottom hoisted high in the air, my legs apart and me making sounds that would delight any man in the world.

When he first made contact with my slit, I actually screamed. I thought maybe that was what an orgasm felt like. My belly twisted and flip flopped and I found myself pushing back searching for that wondrous instrument of pleasure. I was spreading my legs, lifting my ass and thrusting backwards trying to secure more contact. My efforts were rewarded as he buried his tongue deep inside me. I found myself staring straight into the camera chanting, "Yes, yes, yes, that's so good".

He pulled back from my steaming hole and I was moaning in frustration. I had been so close. To what I didn't know but I knew it was what I needed. I arched up still further, spread my legs even wider and screamed out my frustration.

He got to his knees behind me and, using his left hand began to rub my little slit. It felt so good. His hand kept me at a fever pitch with me making guttural mewing sounds as he picked up the camera with his right hand.

His hand left my pussy only to be replaced by his hard cock. He rubbed it teasingly up and down between my legs, coating it with the warm fluid seeping out from my aroused body. I felt him line it up with my pussy mouth and gently push. It felt like he was shoving an iron pipe inside me. I'd never had anything that big in me, well, as I said, I'd never had anything in me. Even though I'd seen that his cock was about six inches long, he felt enormous. My pussy lips slipped over the crown of his cock and I found myself staring at the camera making fish faces, gulping in air with him positioned right at my hymen, my ass thrust as high as I could possibly get it and my legs straddling his.

"Ready Sweetheart?" with that, he thrust into me. It was enormous, a log rammed into my cunt. My hymen tore with a painful, all encompassing feeling that was evident in the emotions dancing across my face. And the camera caught every little nuance, from my screams, to my wide eyed look of wonder, to the string of drool coming from my open mouth. Not to be denied, the handheld camera's view of the blood seeping from my abused pussy added to my visual record.

"No more please, take it out I'm begging you" I cried. His answer was a further flexing deep inside me as another inch forced its way home. Finally he reached bottom and I felt his thighs smack wetly against my upturned ass. I laid there making little whimpering sounds and feeling as though it would come out my throat.

He was stroking my back and saying, "There, there baby, its ok. I'm not going to hurt you anymore." With that he began a slow retreat from my clutching depths. It felt as though he was going to turn me inside out. My pussylips were clutching his cock so hard I could feel every ridge of flesh, every vein, everything. When he had it almost all the way out, he rammed it back home causing me to groan with the impalement, but it was definitely easier this time and the next time and the time after that. Soon he was fucking me with a slow steady rhythm and I felt my body responding.

The pain was gone now replaced by an overwhelming need building up inside me. I found myself thrusting back and trying to take more of him inside me. Dropping the camera onto the bed, He grabbed my hair with his left hand and forced my head up even further to stare directly into the lens. His tempo increased dramatically and I knew it was my time to shine. I was moaning, screaming, drooling and just about every other 'ing you could think of and was right on the edge when he lowered his right hand to my clitoris and strummed it like he was playing a violin. He was, a Madison Culver model.

My orgasm hit with a fury that has to be seen to be believed. I held nothing back as I begged for him to fuck me forever, chanting out my feelings to the camera and coming even harder when he said, "That's it baby, come on my cock, show everybody your fuck face".

Fuck Face, what a crude term, but that's exactly what it was. I stared into the camera as I came on his cock, hunching back and making faces that every male that watched the video would love, maybe even a few females.

I wish I could describe the scene on the DVD where he pulls his cock from my hole and you can see it streaked with the bloody remnants of my virginity. The scene where I'm laying on my back as he pounds into me and my legs are moving like they are pedaling a bicycle as I come over and over on his prick. The scene where he has me lying on my side with him behind me thrusting into me as his hand strokes my clitoris and I'm moaning and my eyes roll back in their sockets. The scene where he comes in my mouth and I greedily swallow it down and eagerly try to coax a little more cum out of him.

I guess you'll just have to get the DVD. For your information, it's "Ted Bowers presents College Cuties Number 33".

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Lucky blackout

In the mid-seventies I was an airline stewardess (back when that was the accepted term) on international flights, stationed in Chicago. Like most of the girls I was never in one place long, so we shared a top-of-the-line condo. There were five of us girls full time and four part time, which meant they only paid when they spent the night. Barbara Ann was one of those, born in the Virgin Islands from a native mother and British father. She was drop dead gorgeous, one of those who made the women take notice when she entered a room, much less causing the men to fall all over the place.

Barbie was average height, but that was the only thing average about her. She was dark skinned, long black hair and the dreamiest of brown eyes. She had small breasts, but they matched her willowy figure perfectly, with a voice and British accent that could make you forget who you were.

Back then I was stereotypical stewardess material, five-ten, slender, blonde and a full ‘c’ cup. Besides work, my main objective in life was getting laid as often as possible, in as many places as possible, and I was good at my hobby. There were no problems or worries like there are now, all I had to do was remember to take my pill every day. Other than that, anything, anywhere, or just about anyone was a go for me.

Last few months I had seen Barbie plenty of times, mostly in the terminal, but only a few times when she was coming or going at the apartment. But, one time we both had the same layover in Chicago, well she was finishing her lay-over, I was just coming home for a few days, a rare occasion. There was a bad storm and everything was grounded, I barely got in, so it was just the two of us for the night.

“So Jordie, what are we going to do tonight?” Barbie asked.

“You mean besides going out stalking and bagging men, hopefully hung decently?”

She giggled. “Yeah, that is a given. I mean where?”

“Most in the neighborhood bars know half the stewardess flying out of Chicago live around here and they are dickheads. Won’t even buy you a drink, or take your panties off, they just want to nail a stewardess. Could go out by the lake, or crosstown, and—”

“In that shit out there? Are you bloody kidding?”

I laughed. “From someone born in the fun and sun that might look nasty, but it’s just a little weather here. Let me get a shower, and we’ll see how it is.”

It was really coming down by the time I was ready to go, and I conceded, “Alright, this is a bit nasty. Still, we can go to one or two nearby bars. Hey, we might get lucky.”

Lights blinked out, and Barbie asked, “Is this lucky here?”

“Considering we haven’t left yet, yes indeed it is,” I offered optimistically. “And seeing this isn’t that uncommon we’re prepared for it.”

I went to get the flashlight out of the drawer and ran into her. Barbie’s ultra soft skin sent an electrical charge through me, all of it seeming to end in my crotch. She reached out to steady me and grabbed my breasts, immediately getting my nipples rock hard. “You okay?” She asked so sweetly, just holding them.

“Yeah, ah, just fine. I thought you were behind me.” She let go of me, and I steadied myself with the counter, and took a deep breath. God, I was glad the lights were off, so she could not see how flushed I was. With the flashlight on I shone it on the counter. “There’s the matches. We have logs for the fireplace and candles around the place, kitchen, living room and bathroom, all the essentials—”

“What about the bedrooms?”

“Forget them,” I informed her, lighting the candle in the kitchen. “You’ll freeze to death if the electricity doesn’t come back on. We have to sleep by the fire. Just take a candle in and get into your comfy p.js and ride it out. If we get lucky it’ll only be a few hours, but if not we have plenty of blankets since the others aren’t here.”

“Maybe, we should go out for a while, it’s kind of scary. Electricity might not be out—”

“I don’t want laid that bad! We’re warm now. Go out and get cold, it’ll be impossible to warm back up, without a roaring fire, and we don’t have that many logs. We’ll spend the night shivering our asses off.”

“Oh well, screw them blokes. There’s a six-pack in the cooler, we shall just have to have a party by ourselves. What do we do now?”

“I’ll get the fire going, you go get the blankets off the beds, then we can make a bed,” I instructed, handing her the flashlight. “Do you want to sleep on the couch?”

“Think it’ll be better if we both sleep on the floor. I heard our body warmth will keep us warmer,” Barbie recommended.

God, I couldn’t believe I’d be sleeping in the same bed with her, I was going to be drenched, which I was better than halfway there already. I thought about going in the bathroom to take care of the present and future problem. Something I hadn’t done in ages, but I had no good reason to be in there. Besides, Barbie didn’t sound like she was in any condition to be left alone for very long.

In no time we had a nice bed in front of the fire. A very small bed, and I felt my face flush every time I thought about it, which was constantly. “We have a gas stove, so no eating frozen food. Have jiffy-pop, hot chocolate and marshmallows if you just want goodies. Better take a candle in to get dressed, it is easier,” I said, trying to get my mind off off her.

Didn’t waste a lot of time getting undressed, or check on my problem, because I was afraid I’d automatically start fingering myself. Barbie wasn’t out yet when I returned wearing my long flannel top and cotton bottoms. I didn’t like flannel bottoms, always made me too hot, and being as they weren’t sold that way, it was always a mismatched set, making me look like laundry day was tomorrow. Since I was here first I chose my side of the bed, one farthest from the fire. It wasn’t much, but I didn’t need any more heat on me for a while.

I was deep in thought, and hadn’t even heard her come in. “Did you want me to shag some pints?” She asked, nearly on top of me.

Looking up I cried out, “Holy shit!” Barbie was standing there in a sheer baby doll nightie, a very short baby doll, barely reaching that enticing belly button of hers. With a string bikini bottom, just as sheer, and might have been classified as a g-string. You practically could count the hairs on her full black bush, and her nipples were a shade darker than her dark areolas, which were half the size of her breasts. “T-that isn’t going to k-keep you too w-warm.”

“Seems to have done all right with you in that department, you’re starting to sweat, love.” She gave me a gentle poke in my right nipple with the hairbrush she was holding. “You want a pint?”

“Most definitely.” I wiped my forehead, and had to wonder if I’d sent the wrong signals, when she touched my breasts. My right nipple was as hard as it had ever been, tenting out the flannel, which Barbie did not miss. Only thing hotter than my flushed face was my pussy. Hell, I was staring to wonder what signals I wanted to send.

She gave me the beer, then sat down in front of me, flats of her feet down and legs spread apart. I could see the pink of her pussy, and it was glistening, reflecting the firelight. “So, do you want to have fun?”

“Yeah, girl fun? Just because we’re stuck here doesn’t mean it has to be boring and—”

“You’re gorgeous, but I’m in to men.”

“Yeah, so am I. But, if you haven’t noticed, there are none about,” Barbie pointed out.

“I’ve never done it before,” was my only excuse, but I hadn’t come out and said no, nor did I think I could.

“Don’t worry, it’s completely natural to women. It’s as easy as breathing, and I shall only do things you’re comfortable with. As for you, you can do anything you wish with me.”

I’m staring straight at her pussy, which now has twice as much pink showing and beads of moisture. This makes me think of mine, and I can feel it’s so hot and wet. I squirm a bit, and think it’s like Poe’s, ‘Telltale Heart,’ I know she can hear it making sloppy noises.

“How about you try a little kiss?” Barbie suggested. “If you don’t like it, we can just sit here and drink the pints.”

I still don’t have the words to say, ‘no.’ But, I have the strength to nod my head. She moves closer to me, cutting off my view of her pussy, but brushing her hard nipple against my arm. Had to be an inch long and nearly that wide, easily twice mine. Cradling my head between her hands she brought her lips to mine.

Don’t know what I was expecting, certainly no kiss like Tommy Jenkins gave me in fourth grade, my first. Probably more like a good-night kiss after having a great time out on your first date with a new man. What I got was a sensation that went all the way to my toes, a warm tingling sensation. As soon as I became responsive her tongue was in my mouth. It was so intense, and I gladly stuck my tongue in her mouth. She pressed harder and I gently fell back on to the bed, without her losing contact with my lips.

She broke just long enough for me to catch my breath, and her to stretch out alongside me. Her hand was rubbing my stomach as she kissed me again. Her hand slid under my cotton bottoms and over the outside of my panties. She cupped my pussy pushing the wet crotch back into me, letting me know how wet they truly were.

She broke our kiss and sat up long enough to remove my bottoms, with the only movement from me being to raise my hips up so she could get them off. She didn’t take off my panties, even though I gave her no hint I wouldn’t allow it. Hell, I would’ve gladly ripped them off myself, if she asked.

Caressing my stomach ever so lightly, she just laid back down beside me and we kissed. She slipped her hand under my panties, and ran her middle finger between my inner lips, but not in me. I moaned into her mouth, which seemed to increase her kissing, and she slipped that finger in me, getting a little whimper out of me. She was making me feel so good, I thought I should return the favor.

Awkwardly groped her a bit before finally getting my hand right and cupping her hot, wet pussy. “Finger me,” she requested.

It was simple to bring my hand up, then under her panties, and back down to her pussy, easily sliding my middle finger in. Besides mine, this was the first pussy I had ever touched. It seemed so much more than mine, softer, hotter, wetter, slicker, and muskier.

Her hand was now unbuttoning my top and soon those silky soft lips were nuzzling my nipples, while she went back to fingering me. She was rubbing my clit with the palm of her hand while diddling me with two fingers. I climaxed and she let me calm down and catch me breath.

Running the handle on the hairbrush over my panty covered slit she kissed me. “You know what the best thing about me not being a man?”

“Uhn-uhn,” is all I can pant.

“I don’t go soft, ever!” She kissed me again, then sucked in a mouthful of my tit. “Love, I say you’re going to cum at least twenty times tonight. Want to bet me?”

“Uhn-uhn.”

“You want your wet panties off, and me to eat you?”

“Uh-huh, pl-please-e.”

She took my top off before getting rid of my panties. Placing my legs over her shoulders she buried her face in my muff. Again, I thought I had been ate before, but none of those men were within light-years of what she did to me. Licking, fingering, sucking, nibbling and tongue fucking me, all in random patterns, and in a random fashion.

Once I was climaxing, she didn’t ease up, she had a hold of my clit like a pit bull, sending me into wave after wave of orgasms. Another first for me.

I don’t know what happened, but when I was finally able to speak only thing that came out was, “You want me to do you?”

“Yes! Please, yes, if you want to.”

An hour ago I would’ve never thought this possible, alright maybe an hour ago it did cross my mind, but a day ago I had definitely never thought I might find myself in this position. “I think so.”

“You do not have to, if you do not—”

“No, I want to, definitely want to.” I ran a fingertip down her cheek. “Just not sure what to do, or if I’ll be able to please you, but I want to please you.”

Laughing she started peeling off her clothes. “Trust me, baby doll, you will do just fine, I am betting on you being a natural.” Barbie was out of her clothes and straddling my head, burying her face back in my pussy.

Once again, I had no clue of what to expect, but being as she had a stronger smell I figured it’d be the same in taste. Not that I go around tasting myself, but I had on occasion, being slightly curious. I wouldn’t call it stronger, spicier, more tart yes, thicker, yes, an altogether pleasant sensation, definitely yes! A woman slipping and sliding all over your face moaning into your pussy, and with no fear of choking to death, or even gagging, it was sensational and then some.

I did as Barbie had, this and that, repeating what she seemed to be enjoying most, while trying out other areas. Wasn’t long til she was climaxing, and I went for her clit, which was now larger than mine had ever been, making it an easy target to find and grasp between my lips. My chin was flooded with a slick warmth as my lover screamed into my pussy. After a while she quit climaxing and I let go of her clit like she had done to me. I licked her outer labia and ran my tongue into her, lapping up that sweetness which was everywhere, again like she had done to me.

Wasn’t expecting what came next, Barbie stuck her tongue in my butthole, getting me to tense up like when a man used to tell me he slipped, and cause for me to stop everything. No one had ever done that to my butthole, nor had I ever asked anyone to. I was about to crawl out from under her when I noticed it felt good, damn good.

Just lay there a bit, with Barbie’s pussy on my face, trying to figure out was happening, what I was feeling, what I was going to do. It was then I noticed those low contented moans were coming from me as my bottom squirmed around trying to get better contact on her tongue, as she worked two fingers in my pussy. Now she had a finger in my butt and she was licking all up and down my crack. I was purring like a cat.

I was soon doing the same to her little bottom and did a good enough job she was purring loudly, just prior to us both having a tremendous, as well as long orgasm together.

When through she crawled back up to me and started kissing me. Judging by her face she wasn’t the only one who had flooded the place. She sucked on my nipple and swirled that talented tongue around it before inquiring, “You lose that bet?”

“I’ve no idea, but my guess would be, yeah, a while back.”

“Hm-m, you don’t sound all that convinced, maybe that will change shortly. And I would have won the other bet too, you are a natural,” Barbie informed me, as her mouth got to work, and her hand slid down my belly. “This will warm you up for your real fucking.” In no time she was running the hairbrush handle in my pussy, while sucking on my clit, giving me two more orgasms.

While I panted she gave me a kiss. “Have to pee, be right back.”

Could not even nod, just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath, thinking about what she meant by a ‘real fucking.’ I didn’t know what she might call it, but that was the best fucking I had ever had before.

“All right Love, you ready to get serious?”

Took all my strength to turn my head, and I couldn’t believe what I saw, Barbie standing there, wearing a strap-on dildo, a big one. It had to be eight or nine inches long and three inches thick. Her wicked smile sent a shiver down my back, and my nipples got hard.

Stroking the rubber dick with one hand Barbie made a circular motion with the other hand. “On all fours, baby doll. I am going to fuck your sweet pussy, then do your bum.”

My butt was virgin, and I didn’t even think about protesting, just rolled over, then rose up on all fours. Barbie rubbed the small of my back saying, “Love, put your pretty head on the blanket and your little bum up in the air.”

Did as told, managing to croak, “Be gentle.”

She rubbed the small of my back while kissing my butt cheeks. “Always love, always.” Barbie licked my sopping wet slit. “Any time you want to stop, say the word. What do you want, baby doll?”

“You’re as beautiful of a lover as you are a person.” I lay my head on the blanket. “I want you to take my virgin butt, then I’m going to eat your pussy.”

“Um-m, sounds delightful.” She ran that thick head up and down my slit. “As I said, you can do anything you want to me, if you are sure you want to.”

I giggled. “Oh, if I was ever sure about something in my life, it’s I want more of your pussy, a lot more.”

She slid that big pecker in me, without me even wincing. I was in heaven, her slow-fucking me to two orgasms before slipping the hairbrush handle in my butt. She got hold of my clit and set me off on wave after wave of orgasms. I was squealing and screaming so much I thought someone would bust the door down to see who was getting killed. After a dozen hard orgasms and at least as many normal ones I was surprised I had not passed out.

Barbie pulled out of me and I fell over on my side, then she rolled me on to my back. Giggling she kissed my nipples, then up my body to my mouth. By the time she made it to my mouth I had recovered enough to kiss her back, holding her tight to my body. She brushed the hair off my sweat-covered face. “You are one sexy woman, very hot, very sensual. It was my pleasure to please you.”

“No way, it was all my pleasure, time and time again.” I kissed her, sucking her tongue into my mouth, then giggled. “I was a little scared you were going to fuck my bottom with your big pecker, but loved what you did.”

She gave me that wicked smile and kissed me on the chin. “Baby doll, I am going to fuck your little bum with my big wanker.” My eyes got huge, and she chuckled, cupping both of my breasts. “Not to fret, it will be fine. You needed a little break, and are going to fuck me, before you get yours.”

“Do I get to wear the dick?” Barbie gave me a nod, and started undoing the straps. I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, getting her to coo. Was really liking this being in control thing. “Want you on your back, so I can take care of these lovely titties properly. But first I get my dick and your pussy.”

“Um-m, like the way you think, Love, a natural lady pleaser indeed.”

Barbie helped me strap my dick on, then lay back and spread her legs. I didn’t hesitate even for a second, just dove right in to her pussy. Didn’t take long to figure out why men aren’t as talented as women at eating pussy, their dicks get in the way. Took me trying a dozen different positions before I could get halfway comfortable with the monster attached to me. Still, I managed to give Barbie a pair of orgasms, before crawling between her legs.

Sucking her nipples and kissing her I took my time inserting my rubber dick in her pussy. Started a nice slow fuck, and was really liking this, almost as much as Barbie. She made near as much noise as I had, and came close to as many orgasms.

I pulled out and lay beside my beautiful lover, kissing and caressing her. “You were wonderful, pretty lady, even gave me an orgasm.”

“Well,” Barbie giggled, “you handled it like a pro, and I do not have a clue how many you blessed me with.” She reached down and gave the dildo a little tug. “You ready to get this wanker from outside of you to inside?”

Was so horny, no hesitation this time, had my dick off, handed it to Barbie, then planted my face in the blanket, wiggling my butt in the air. Could not wait, started fingering both holes and Barbie laughed. “Guess I do no not have to ask about your bum this time.”

“Not a chance. I want you taking my bottom, then if I’m still alive I’m going to do your bottom.” I pulled her to me and kissed her. “But first I’m going to eat your pussy.”

Swatting me on the butt Barbie laughed. “My goodness, you have it bad, trying to make up for a lifetime of missed pussy in one night.” She kissed me. “I’m very happy and proud that night was with me.”

“If I have anything to say about it, this won’t be the last.”

“No, that is definite.” She kissed me and cupped my pussy, sliding her middle finger in me, getting me to coo. Barbie ran her hand down my back. “Now my love, I am going to fuck your bum.”

I was going to suggest getting the baby oil out of the bathroom, but I was soaked, from the small of my back to mid-way down my thighs. She licked and fingered my butthole, before attempting to fuck me, which she did masterfully, again not even getting me to wince. While Barbie was busy with my butt I did my pussy with the hairbrush handle, knowing where my next check was going to, toys.

That wonderful rubber dick and her got me off another handful of times, before it was my turn. This time I ate her delicious pussy before strapping on my dick, and judging by orgasms I did a fantastic job.

There was no doubt I lost the bet long before we fell asleep, hell she would’ve probably won if the number had been a hundred. We woke in each other’s arms and started all over, keeping at it until she was called in to work at eleven-thirty. Have no idea when the electricity came back on, and hadn’t even stoked the fire. There was no need, we heated the place up nicely all by ourselves.

We worked out our schedules to get as much down time as possible together, even flying in for each other’s layovers. It was great, all these foreign cities, where we now could go out and see the sights, since we weren’t concentrating on who was going to be between our legs for the night. Not to say we didn’t go out with men, we did that as well. Even shared men and women upon occasion, but those are other stories.

Barbara Ann married an aristocrat, assistant British diplomat to be precise, and lives back in the Virgin Islands, where I stop by from time to time to remind her about the lucky blackout we both had. And every time she wins the bet.

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