Sex in the Sky

“This story was originally written to be a sequel to “A Ghost of a Chance”, but as I wrote it, I created it in a way that it should stand alone just fine. As with most of my stories, we have a couple disclaimers. The first is that my this is not a piece of porn, its an erotic short story, emphasis on the word “story”. You want quick porn, seek elsewhere. Second disclaimer is that this has elements of fantasy in it, its my style and my passion. Should these things be something you’re interested in, have fun and enjoy! I certainly loved writing it, I hope you love reading it!”

Molly ran nervous fingers through her wispy blond hair, glancing over her shoulder as the feeling of being watched intensified. This had to stop. She’d asked her boss numerous times not to keep her until after the busses stopped running, but out of some vindictive cruelty he’d continued to schedule her until midnight every weeknight. Never mind that she had a two year old and an eight year old at home, waiting for her. If she didn’t need the money, she’d have told Rick to shove his midnights up his ass and walked away. But as it was, she could barely afford childcare.

A shadow passed overhead, causing Molly to glance up towards the roof of the building. Nope, nothing there, but she could have sworn something was following her from rooftop to rooftop. “Please, Molly! Use your logic girl; if some one was following you I’m sure they’d be doing it from the ground and not atop the rooftops like some damned vampires. I need to lay off those books, bad Anne Rice, bad!” She thought softly, adjusting her coat and picking up the pace. She was only four blocks from her home, she could make it quickly if she stopped dawdling with her thoughts.

The misting had just turned into a steady drizzle when something caught Molly’s attention. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a shadow, some figment of reality that had flashed then disappeared a blink of an eye. Her heart began to hammer against her chest. Some one “was” out here with her. She clutched her little purse in a white knuckled grip, fighting the urge to run. There was a lighted intersection just half a block up, if only she could make it.

That, however, didn’t seem to be in the cards for Miss Molly. As she neared the intersection, something hit her full force from behind, sending her sprawling out upon the wet pavement.

She screamed, only to have the sound cut short by a bony hand clasping brutally over her mouth. Molly struggled, but to no avail, the man was much stronger then she was, there was just no way could she get free of his utterly unbreakable grip. Fear took over, and she began to squirm and breathe heavily as the steady weight of her captor pinned her to the ground.

Baby blue eyes gazed into the gaunt face of the man who held Molly down, his dull muddy brown eyes locked on her tear streaked cheeks. “Hello, mamma.” He hissed, his fetid breath bringing a fresh bought of tears and a whole new round of struggles. He only laughed.

“Not again, not again! I can’t be raped again, I’d rather he kill me!” Molly thought frantically as the man grinned, showing a set of jagged and broken teeth. He barely looked human, he was so grotesque, so utterly frightening.

“Aren’t you just a tasty little morsel?” he hissed, coming in closer to her face, using one knee to force her legs apart, one gnarled hand moving to push her skirt up her thigh. Molly bit down on the bony hand covering her mouth, tasting blood and drawing a curse from her tormentor. “Bitch!”

“I’d get off the lady, if I were you.” A soft clear voice sounded behind the struggling couple. The man atop her turned his head, his lank greasy hair falling into her eyes and making her want to gag all over again.

“Mind your own damned business.” He growled, his voice a series of rough gravely sounds meshed together into something resembling a human voice. “This ones mine!”

Molly still couldn’t see the man who tried to come to her rescue, but she couldn’t wait to lay eyes on someone brave enough to do what he was doing. She tried to calm herself, if she was quiet, if she was still, he’d forget about her a moment and at the right second he’d distract the asshole for her savior.

“Hardly.” Came the droll reply, “She’d probably rather shoot herself then have your filthy hands on her. Now, I ask you once more. Get off the lady, or we’ll have to see which one of us is really the better man, hrm?” Molly couldn’t believe it! That low, sensual voice sounded… yes, it sounded amused!

“I’ve killed so many of your kind; one more shouldn’t pose much of a problem.” Now, that confused Molly. What kind? Who? What? Huh? Well, she’d see soon enough, and she really didn’t care what kind of anything her savior was, so long as he got her out of this predicament.

“Heh, I’m going to look forward to proving you wrong.” That voice, he sounded like some supremely masculine angel. Molly’s heart quickened in spite herself, please, let him save her, she dared to hope. There was a moment of silence, and then it was as if the very wind about them clapped and there was a flurry of leather on flesh. She felt a pressure on her body, and then suddenly the man atop her was ripped from his perch, leaving long fingernail marks along her inner thigh.

Molly scrambled back immediately, drawing in her frightened panted breaths. She turned, looking for the two men who fought over her, fought over her safety, and what she saw stunned her into stillness when she really should be standing and running towards her home.

The man who’d tackled her stood, hunched over as if he couldn’t quite get his back to behave properly. His hands were out in front of him, long bony fingers tapering off into a set of wicked looking claws, one simply couldn’t call them fingernails. His long hair was grayish brown and matted to a skull which appeared sunken and dead. But it wasn’t her captor that stole her breath away, it was her savior.

Long blonde hair bleached platinum by the moonlight hung about his broad shoulders, his incredibly sensual mouth was pulled into a perpetual smile, even as the wicked man struck out at him with his claws and again and again. Her savior sidestepped so quickly her eyes could barely follow him, his ankle-length white leather trench coat swirling in a very al-la-Matrix manner. Green eyes flashed with fury as her savior raised one hand to pull something from his back, and with the sweet swishing sound that comes with drawing a blade he danced away from his opponent flashing steel.

“You will no longer feed off the innocent.” Came the soft words, and for a moment Molly thought his eyes appeared sad, distraught and yet full of certainty. She held her breath, what would come next… she had a feeling she’d never forget what she saw tonight, as if the very image of this white clad man would be burned into her brain for the rest of her life.

He leapt so suddenly, his opponent gasped and tried to sidestep, almost as quickly as her savior had moved before, but not quick enough. Never quick enough. The blade arched downward in an avenging flash of silver. Molly wanted to cover her eyes, to turn away from the gruesome sight, and yet she couldn’t force herself to. She watched as her savior sliced the man from shoulder to hip, and all without a sound. She saw the man begin to separate, each half of his body slipping away from the other with a sickeningly wet sound, and then at the last moment he burst into a puff of dark mist, fluttering almost peacefully to the cold wet pavement.

With a sigh, her savior drew out a cloth from inside his coat, wiping his blade clean as he turned to her and re-sheathed his sword. She realized, belatedly, that she should be afraid of this man who just saved her life, or at least her virtue but she couldn’t make herself afraid, she couldn’t summon up the energy it took to run from him, so instead she sat there on the cold pavement as he knelt down, taking one of her small shaking hands.

“Molly… Shhh…” he whispered, surprising her by the use of her name. “Look here, look at me.” He said, and she obeyed him without question, gazing into his incredible green eyes. Eyes that looked like new leaves in spring, so bright and vibrant.

“Who are you?” she whispered softly, her voice wavering with all that she’d seen, all that she’d just been through.

“My name is Tristan…” he replied softly, “but you can think of me as your guardian Angel.” He said, and then smiled. A real, knock your socks off make ya faint, heart fluttery smile.

There was a flash.

Molly blinked, glancing about her, then down at the hand holding hers. “Wha…?” she asked dumbly.

“You fell, Miss, you really shouldn’t be walking out this late all alone. Damn lucky I came by, now aren’t you?” he asked. Molly felt struck by how familiar the blond man all dressed in white was. Where did she know him from?

“Umm… Yea, my stupid boss keeps keeping me late. I think it’s because I turned him down for a date.” She sighed, and Tristan got to his feet, still holding her hand and helping her to stand as well.

“Well, maybe its time for a new job.” Tristan said, frowning. Molly was struck by how incongruent a frown looked on so handsome a face. She had the urge to touch his perfectly sculpted jaw, but she covered the urge by coughing into her traitorous hand.

“Maybe, but I have two kids, I have to do what I have to do.” She said softly, shrugging dainty shoulders.

“Well, let me at least walk you the rest of the way home, Ma’am.” Tristan said politely, offering her his arm. She smiled up at him, he was so tall compared to most people, a good bit over six feet, she thought to herself.

“Sure. I think I might have just escaped something awful tonight. I don’t think I should walk the rest of the way home alone, if you’re offering.” He nodded his head and started off in the direction she was headed before she ’slipped’.

It took less then fifteen minutes for Tristan to walk his charge home, and when he left her at her doorway she waved to him and thanked him once more. He simply smiled, making a mental note to have a little ‘chat’ with her worthless ass of a boss.

He stayed and watched her through the window a moment, then smiled quietly thinking of his love, “it’s time to go home.” He thought softly, and with a leap he made his way to the top of Molly’s building, taking his favorite route home, enjoying all the beautiful lights that one can only appreciate at night.

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Sam flipped through the channels, frowning as he paused on a Law and Order: SVU. “Damn, I’ve already seen that one.” He muttered under his breath. He sighed, tossing the remote onto the coffee table covered with various news paper clippings, most pertaining to Tristan, or something he’d done during what Sam liked to refer to as his ’super hero outings’.

It’d been three months, well, just about three months since Halloween night. The night had changed almost everything about Sam’s life and turned him upside down and inside out. The night when his dead friend had returned to him and seduced him into undying never-ending love, yea, well, that’s what they say until the story ends and its time for regular life to begin again.

“Normal Life? Not really, heh.” Sam thought quietly to himself, gnawing on his lower lip as his eyes skittered to the wall clock. “Eleven, Damnit!”

Super Hero outings or not, Sam hated when Trist stayed out this late. He understood the job, well, as much as he could, but it just didn’t excuse Tristan from coming home for dinner, or just to spend some time with him.

There had been some drama surrounding his coming out to his parents. When he’d told his father he was gay, and he was seeing a man his father had nearly had a heart attack, and his mother had decided to cook dinner at one in the afternoon. It wasn’t horrible, though, after they got over their shock they’d done everything to support Sam that they could.

Obviously, his Tristan couldn’t come to his family dinners looking like his dead friend Tristan, so with one of those powers that he suddenly seemed to possess, Trist had changed his appearance but they had stayed with the name. All anyone could think was that it was one hell of a coincidence. Or maybe that he was transferring the love he had for his best friend onto this new gay partner of his. It was a lot for his family to take in, but he had to give them credit for trying.

There was one person in his life that seemed unable to accept this new change, some one Sam did think about often.

Carolyn.

She’d been his girlfriend, high school sweetheart. And after Trist had died he’d come home to find her shagging with his brother. It’d broken his heart, and until Tristan’s return he’d thought he’d never get over the betrayal. Now… it all seemed so petty, she seemed so petty.

And yet, there was a loneliness that Sam just couldn’t shake. Tristan slept most of the early day, which left Sam to get up and work. By the time Sam got home he saw Tristan maybe two hours before he left for his nightly superhero work, and most nights Sam was in bed before Tristan came home because he had to get up and go to work early every morning.

This isn’t what he thought he was signing up for.

Then again, in all honesty he had no idea what he’d been signing up for at the time, all he’d cared about was having the love of his life back in his arms, back in his heart, in his life. And, well he did get that, but as the months progressed he realized it just wasn’t enough. He needed something more. He ached for Tristan.

But he didn’t think Tristan ached for him. Not any more. Not now that he had something important in his new unlife. What did he need Sam for anyhow?

With a soft sigh, Sam wiped away a tear that threatened to fall and spoil his whole evening. “Fuck this,” he said out loud, getting to his feet. “I’m going out.” He growled, grabbing the cordless and dialing his friend Josh.

“Yea, Josh… It’s me Sam.” He paused, waiting for a reaction.

“Hey Sam, how you doing?” Josh replied over the phone, Sam had the sudden feeling he should hang up, but he didn’t.

“Hey… It’s Friday, and I know how you always have something planned on Fridays. So… tell me you have room for one more, eh?”

“Only one more?” came Josh’s reply, friendly jesting touching his voice, “What about your boyfriend?” Sam could hear him smirking over the phone, and he had the urge to slap the smirk right off his friends face. Sometimes he wished he hadn’t come out to all his friends, but he didn’t feel it would have been fair to Tristan to hide their relationship. Unfortunately, it did cause problems.

It didn’t help that Josh was Carolyn’s big brother.

“Yea, just me tonight, Tristan’s off doing work.” Sam tried to sound chipper. He failed.

“Heh, riiight.” Josh said he wasn’t buying that reply, despite the fact that it was indeed the truth. “Uh huh, sure, we can always have another over. We’re just chillin’ over at my house, have some beers and some movies. We were gonna watch Underworld on bootlegged DVD and laugh at all the stupid parts. So, basically laugh at the entire movie.”

“Cool, we’ll I’ll be over shortly. I need to get out of this house, all I do is work eat and sleep, I’m beginning to hate this apartment.” Sam snorted. Josh was quiet a moment.

“Hey Sam?” he said, a moment before Sam was about to hang up.

“Yea?”

“If you need some one to put the fear of god into that man… just let me know. I may not quite understand how you turned gay after my sister, but you’re still my friend, ya know?”

Sam had to smile; it was the closest to brotherly love he’d experienced since his real brother had fucked him, and Carolyn, over. “Thanks, Josh. I got it under control, though.”

“Just sayin’ is all.” He said, “Anyhow, get your fey ass over here!” And then all Sam heard was the click of the phone being hung up, and the silence that follows.

Sam hit the off button on the phone and tossed it to the table, getting up to head to the bathroom, run a comb through his short dark hair and then put his shoes on.

As an afterthought, Sam paused to write a note and tape it too the door, it read simply: “I’ve gone out.” Clipped and to the point. Sam didn’t quite think Tristan deserved to know *where* he went, did he? “Not that he’d care anyhow.” He thought grumpily to himself.

Sam locked the apartment, glanced around the dark night and then headed for his car. He slammed it into drive and sped down the street, making his way towards Josh’s apartment. Sam would never have thought to go over there if he’d still lived at home with his parents and Carolyn, as it was, Josh had a live in girlfriend and spent far to much time partying.

It didn’t take him overly long to reach his destination, and by the time he’d parked his car Josh already had the door open, two beers in hand.

“Sam! Buddy ol’ pal ol’ friend.” He said jovially. Josh was a good looking guy, dirty blonde hair, broad shoulders and blue eyes. He’d been on the wrestling team and was still built for it, even though high school was long past.

Accepting the offered beer bottle, Sam cast one of his slightly sarcastic smiles, “Josh ol’ buddy ol’ pal ol’ friend.” He replied, clapping him on the back and taking a good long pull of his beer. “Aah and that is damned good. I think this is just what I need today.” He laughed softly as Josh steered him into the roomy three bedroom apartment.

“Hey, I gotta warn you, Sam. Carolyn called and is on her way. I hope you don’t leave cause she’s showing up.” Josh gave a grimace, looking at his friend. “I told her she had to behave with you; I won’t have any of her funny business.”

Sam made a soft groaning sound, and then scowled at Josh. “Damnit, I thought I’d be free of her for the damned night.” He sighed softly, and then drank down half his beer in one long gulp. “Alright then, I’ll stay, but keep her on a bloody leash, Josh. I am sick of her continuously trying to get into my pants. She wasn’t so stuck on it until she found out I was dating a man.” He rolled his eyes and Josh laughed.

“Hey, you know how I have felt about her fucking you over, Sam. I have always been on your side when it comes to Carolyn, maybe its not very brotherly of me, but shit I’ve known you since before you were dating her, and… I dunno, what she did was real wrong. The truth is I think she just wants what she can’t have, as awful as that may sound.” Josh pushed him into the living room where Kenneth, Linda, and James were seated in various places.

“Hey Sam!” Linda, Josh’s girlfriend, called out to him with a wave. “I saved a place for you on the couch!” she grinned at him as Kenneth scowled.

“Yea, she kicked me off, your obviously much more special then me.” Kenneth said with a good natured kick in Linda’s direction.

“Hey now, get your stinky feet off me!” Linda shrieked as Sam plopped down on the couch and Josh followed him down, taking the seat between Sam and Linda, putting an arm around his girl.

“Okay, he’s here, can we watch this stupid movie now?” James asked, giving Sam a hesitant smile. He wasn’t certain how to treat Sam now that he knew he was gay. It was like he was afraid Sam might oogle his ass if he wasn’t ultra careful. Sam would have found it amusing if it hadn’t been so damned sad.

Josh took the remote in hand and clicked on the play button, navigating the DVD player until the movie they were all going to make fun of started. Sam simply sat, smiling as he finished his first beer, tapping the empty bottle with his fingertips and listening to his friends laugh at the stupid lines and amusing facial expressions of the male vampire.

It didn’t take long for Carolyn to arrive, only fifteen minutes or so into the movie, Sam wouldn’t meet her gaze. She wrung her hands, frowning slightly as everyone else waved to her but him.

“Not this time,” said Milly. “Oh, I surprised him, all right. In fact he almost dropped the pizzas. But he knew what day it is.”

“You mean, National Nude day?” said Candy.

Milly nodded. “Yep. He gave me the pizzas, took the money, and he, like, bowed. Then he said, of all the things that might happen on National Nude Day, I was the most beautiful surprise he could imagine. Then he was gone.” Milly laughed. “You were right about him blushing, Harry. He was scarlet. But he never took his eyes off me and he didn’t stammer or anything, not like at school.”

“Not at all?” said Candy.

“No.”

“I wonder. Maybe at school he’s overwhelmed, too many people or something, but in a one-to-one, maybe he’s different.” Candy was thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged, smiling. “Just shows, shouldn’t jump to conclusions. I was just telling Harry how hard I had to work to get you out of your clothes the first time you came round to use the pool with me and Trudi. And now look at you, answering the door naked!”

Milly giggled. “I know! All the way to the door I was asking myself, what are you doing, you fool, but it was like I was on remote or something.” She smiled suddenly.

“What?” said Candy.

“I like him.”

“Charlie?” said Candy.

“Yes. He’s nice, really.”

“He is,” said Harry. “Charlie’s an okay guy. Geeky, yes, but he’s always ready to help.”

“Hey!” said Candy. “These pizzas are getting cold. Let’s eat! We’ll talk after we’ve eaten.”

There was almost silence for a while. Almost, because eating is a serious topic for the hungry teen; almost because it’s tricky to talk while chewing, but mainly almost because the three friends kept up an intermittent banter about friends, enemies, school, college and the other important subjects the average teenager thinks about. The one thing that wasn’t mentioned was the one that occupied their minds most.

Sex.

Harry knew he’d be fucking Candy again. After all, they were sleeping together. But Milly? The new, open, Milly scared him a little. Not physically, not that way, just that if things went the way they seemed to be going, he would be fucking her before the night was over, and he desperately didn’t want to disappoint her. Or, and most important, spoil his relationship with Candy.

After they’d finished the pizza, and some ice-cream for afters, Milly excused herself for a moment. As soon as she was out of the room Candy grabbed Harry’s arm.

“Milly,” she said.

“What about her?” said Harry, a little alarmed.

“How about inviting her to sleep with us? My bed’s just about big enough. That way, fucking her can occur naturally.” Candy laughed. “Well, maybe naturally’s the wrong word, but you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I guess. If you’re sure about this?”

Candy gave him a level look. “Harry, love. Milly is my best girlfriend. You’re my lover. If I can introduce my best girlfriend to some of the pleasure you give me, I want to do it. I want you to do something, too. I mean, apart from giving Milly a good time.”

“What?”

“Charlie?”

“What about Charlie?” said Harry, thinking he might just be able to guess where Candy was heading. “You want me to drop him a hint, let him know Milly likes him?”

Candy stretched across and gave Harry a hot, wet kiss. “Exactly!”

Milly came back just then, a frown on her face. She glanced at Harry, then across at Candy. “Candy?”

“Yeah?”

“The photographs?”

“Fuck! I’d forgotten all about them! Harry, how do we view them?”

Harry grinned. “I brought the card reader. We can plug it into the USB port on your PC and view them on screen.”

“I knew I loved you for more than just your prick,” said Candy, laughing. “Come on then, let’s go look at dirty pictures!”

In Candy’s little office, a converted closet off her bedroom, Harry plugged the reader in while Candy booted the PC. She gestured. “Harry, we’ll need a seat for Milly.”

“There isn’t really the room,” said Harry. “You two sit, and I’ll stand behind. I can see well enough.”

“Okay, loading them now. Shall I put it on slide show?”

“You mean, show all of them? Why not?” Harry laughed. “We can always go back to the good ones, after we’ve seen them all.”

Candy flashed him a quick grin. “That’s what I thought. Milly?”

Milly looked across at her friend, bemused. She gestured. “Whatever. I’m just a bystander.”

“And photographer.”

“Okay. And photographer. Whatever, they’re your pictures.”

“Here goes,” said Candy. “Pull the door across, Harry, makes it easier to see the screen”

There was silence at first as the simple nudes of Candy were the first to show. As the later ones came on the screen, those where Candy had been totally relaxed before the camera, there were some shots in which her pussy, red, ready, slightly open, showed clearly.

“Sexy,” murmured Milly, then gasped as a shot of Harry came up, his erection hard and ready. “Oh, wow,” she murmured.

Candy reached back for Harry’s hand and put it to her breast, the nipple erect, hard. She glanced back and caught his eye, nodding towards Milly, her hand covering his on her breast and squeezing. Harry rested his other hand on Milly’s shoulder, her skin warm under his fingers. Milly glanced across at Candy and reached up, tugging Harry’s hand down to cover her breast. He squeezed lightly, feeling her nipple hardening under his palm.

There was a gasp from Candy. The first of Milly’s shots, showing Candy and Harry fucking, was on the screen. “Ohmigod,” she whispered. “That’s what we look like!”

“Shit,” said Harry. “Look at the way your pussy grips me!”

“And look at the size of that prick,” murmured Milly, her hand squeezing Harry’s on her breast. Candy’s free hand came back, feeling for Harry’s hardening prick, squeezing, moulding. The pictures continued to change and as they did, Harry’s prick, whether from the pictures, Candy’s gentle manipulation or the thought of fucking Milly, he didn’t know, got harder and harder until it felt like a bar to him.

At last the slide-show came to an end. Candy glanced across at Milly, flushed and breathing quickly, then back at Harry, prick rigid. “I think we need to get a bed under you two,” she said, with a grin.

“Please, yes,” whispered Milly, her eyes lighting on Harry’s erection, still lightly clasped in Candy’s fist.

“Come on,” said Candy. “Back into the bedroom.” She stood, letting Harry’s prick spring free. He straightened, giving Milly’s tit a squick squeeze as he did.

In the bedroom the three friends stood for a moment beside the bed. Candy reached out and took Milly’s hand, putting it into Harry’s. “Go for it, you two, and if you think I’m leaving, think again. I’m gonna watch.”

Harry blew Candy a quick kiss and turned to Milly, taking both of her hands in his. “Sure?” he said.

Milly took a deep breath and Harry absently admired her tits as she did. “Yes,” she said, “and now, before I get chicken!”

“Lie on the bed,” he said, and she moved back, sitting, moving herself across to make room for him, laying back. Harry stretched out beside her, sliding his left hand under her neck, bending to kiss her. For the first time, Harry kissed Milly as a lover, her lips soft and warm under his. The kiss started gently as they got to know each other’s taste, hardening, firming as it went on, until Harry could feel Milly’s lips parting, her tongue tip playing with his.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her, his free hand coming up to cup her breast, moulding it, squeezing, his thumb sliding lightly over her nipple, hard again with her excitement.

“Are you virgin?” said Harry.

Milly nodded. “I’m afraid so.”

Harry shook his head. “It’s okay. I’ll try not to hurt you. Candy’s on the pill. How about you?”

Milly grimaced. “No.”

“And I have no rubbers. Want to postpone this until I can get some?”

Milly shook her head. “Fuck, no. If I don’t do this now, I’ll never have the nerve again. Will you pull out before you come? You can come on me, rather than in me, if you want?”

Harry smiled. “Would you like that?”

“I think I would. There’ll be time in the future to feel my lover come in me.” She gave Harry a crooked grin. “Whoever it is!”

Harry laughed. “Charlie, maybe?”

“Maybe. It could happen. I like him, maybe I’ll have to ask “him” out!” Milly frowned. “Would that hurt a guy’s ego?”

“It wouldn’t hurt mine. I don’t think Charlie’s got an ego of that sort. If you want to ask him, I think he’d be pleased.”

“That’s for tomorrow, Harry. Tonight, I want to be fucked for the first time, and you’re elected.”

Harry glanced across at Candy, who was sitting cross-legged in her bedroom chair, one hand lightly stroking her pussy. She grinned and gave him the thumbs-up sign. He grinned back and turned back to Milly.

“Now?” he said.

She took a deep breath. “Yes, please.”

Harry moved to kneel between Milly’s legs as she spread them to give him access. Her pussy lips were red and puffy below the tuft of hair on her mons. Harry bent closer, breathing deep, then let his tongue out to play the length of her cleft. Milly jumped, staring at him. He smiled. “I like the taste of pussy.”

He moved forward, taking his weight on one arm, his rock-hard erection clasped lightly between thumb and forefinger, placing it carefully at Milly’s entrance, pushing forward gently until the tip was just inside her. He took his hand away.

“Okay?” he said. Milly nodded, and Harry pushed gently in. She was wet and he moved easily in her juices, pausing as he felt the obstruction of her hymen. He glanced across at Candy again, remembering the previous October - Hallowe’en - when she had surrendered her own virginity to him. He pushed further and Milly gasped, her hands tight on his upper arms, but she made no protest. Harry eased back, spreading her juices, then pressed in again, stopping as he felt her obstruction. He pulled back a third time, but this time when he went forward he pressed harder and there was a sharp cry from Milly as he felt the obstruction give way, her hands gripping his arms. He paused, waiting for her to adjust to him, then pulled back a little, then forward again, gradually working deeper into her tight, warm, wetness.

His balls touching her ass, he paused, looking down at her. There were beads of sweat on her brow, but her face was alive with curiosity. She grinned up at him.

“I like it so far,” she said.

Harry laughed. “Good.” He began to move again, pulling back until he almost left her, then pushing back again. Again, again, the smell of heated woman in his nostrils, her juices flowing, louder in his ear as he moved.

Milly moaned softly as he moved, her fingers moving on his shoulders, light, aimless. Her knees came up and her heels hooked behind him as he moved.

“You okay?” he asked, tone soft, gentle.

“Fuck, yes!” She smiled. “You feel great.”

“So do you. Lovely and tight.”

“That’s good?”

“That’s good.” Harry kept moving, trying to angle himself just so, knowing that he could bring Candy off this way, wondering if he could get Milly off the same way. Her breathing was quickening now, her face flushed, pussy tight around his erection, wet, welcoming. He knew he couldn’t last too long himself, despite having fucked Candy earlier, because the excitement, the novelty, was getting to him.

Milly was getting close now, almost gasping, her fingers fluttering on his shoulders, her eyes closed, until she gasped in a tight breath, and came, belly fluttering, pussy clutching at his thrusting prick, his own climax building in him, building, building, until with a strangled cry, he came, pulling out of Milly just in time, a jet of come splashing on her breast, another just below, a third on her belly, slowing now, the jets becoming pulses, running from him onto her lower belly, her little tuft of pubic hair.

Gradually, the pulses slowed and Milly’s eyes flickered open, staring at him. Harry pulled back onto his heels, smiling down at her. “Okay?” he said.

A beatific smile spread across Milly’s face. “Okay?” she said. “Much better than just ‘okay,’ Harry, much, much better. I “have” to get myself a boyfriend. I want to do “that” again, as often as possible.”

Beside them, a strangled cry announced Candy’s climax, her fingers busy at her pussy, bringing herself over the cliff of climax and plunging down into pleasure. Milly and Harry looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Candy’s eyes opened and focussed on them. She grinned. “Three people, three climaxes.” She glanced across at Milly. “Okay, girl-friend?”

Milly grinned. “Now I know why you smile so much. Thanks for letting me borrow Harry.”

“What are friends for?” said Candy, laughing. “What time is it?”

“Just after nine,” said Harry.

“Anyone for a swim?” she said. She grinned at Milly, gesturing at Harry’s ropes of come. “You can wash that off in the pool.”

Milly grinned back. “Good idea.”

“Unless you want to eat it,” said Candy, taking some come from Milly’s belly on her finger and licking it off. “Harry tastes good.”

A startled expression appeared on Milly’s face. Tentatively, she took some come on her finger and tasted it.

“Well?” said Candy.

“Needs seasoning,” said Milly. “Seriously, something I need to think about. Heck, I’ve only just been fucked for the first time! One experience at a time.”

Candy grinned again. “Useful for when you have your period, if your boyfriend’s horny. Like Harry always is.” She stretched, pirouetting. “Come on, into the pool!”

Harry stood and stretched a hand out to help Milly. The three friends made their way downstairs and out to the pool. They were just about to jump in when the telephone repeater beside the pool rang. Candy gestured. “You two get in, it’s probably Mom and Dad. With you in a moment.” She turned and went back into the house.

Milly turned to Harry, taking his hand and stretching up to kiss him. “Thank you, Harry. It was wonderful, much better than I was afraid of.”

“Glad to please. Next, we have to get you a boyfriend. But for now, we swim.” He took Milly’s hand and they ran forward, launching themselves into the pool. They had just surfaced, brushing their hair back, when Candy came out, cordless phone in hand.

She gestured to Milly. “It’s for you.”

“Me?” said Milly. “Mom?”

Candy shook her head, a smile lurking at the corner of her mouth. “No, it’s not your Mom.”

“Who is it?” said Milly, hauling herself from the pool.

“Find out,” said Candy, handing her the phone.

“Hello? … Hi! … Yeah, I’m staying overnight … Tomorrow? Yeah, tomorrow would be good. Where? … You’re kidding! … I’d love to! Is it okay if Candy and Harry want to come, too? … It is? Good. See you tomorrow. Bye.”

Milly turned to the others, face flushed, a smile in her eyes. “That was Charlie. He asked me out tomorrow.” She giggled. “He says he couldn’t get me out of his mind, I looked so beautiful.” Milly gave a smile that was almost a smirk. “He wants to take me to Dover Point.”

“The nude beach?”

“Yeah. Wanna come along? Charlie says it’s okay.”

Candy glanced at Harry, who grinned at her. “Try and stop us!” she said. “Anyway, we still need some nude photos of you.”

Jane had that look in her eye and climbed off her sun chair, grabbing my hand saying to go find out. It was getting cool so we closed the doors and wet to my room, Jane switched the lights on full and pushed me back on to the bed, and with in seconds she had my legs open telling me to stop wriggling. I felt her fingers gently open my pussy lips, not in the sexual way she had earlier, but it was still a turn on. She was laughing at how wet I was, she said she had unleashed a monster, as her arms pushed my legs as wide as they would go. I felt a pain as my outer lips were stretch wide, and her fingers delved for my inner lips, exposing the entrance to my pussy. Jane said my pussy looked lovely all swollen and ready to be fucked, I asked if she could see inside me as I felt her fingers pull me even wider. She said she could see everything, and I was definitely intact. She jumped off the bed and ran to her room, returning with her camera.

She took my hands placing them either side of my pussy telling me to pull my self wide. After adjusting my fingers a few times she grabbed her camera and took several pictures, with me in this revealing state. She told me to sit up and she lay back, handing the camera to me to take some of her. I loved the view of her spread wide, her juices glistening in the light, begging me to touch. I took a few shots then lay back alongside her to view the pictures. We compared the views of each other, you could clearly see that my hole was mostly covered by a layer of skin and hers showed a totally open passage. Jane joked that they looked good enough to eat, and then sat up as asked if she could taste me.

We had chatted about oral sex, but mainly Jane sucking guys, I said OK as long as I could taste her, shuffling up the bed to give her more room. Jane said as we both fancy tasting each other why don’t we try 69, I quickly understood what she had in mind as she lifted her leg over my head. She stayed on all fours, before asking if I was ready, I said yes and she lowered herself onto me. She was laying a bit too far down, for either of us to do more than a quick taste with our tongs, but as soon as the first magical moments of taste and touch hit us, Jane moved back towards me grinding her pussy against my face. Magical is the only way to describe two women sucking each other as the connection between us was incredible. If Jane did something to me that felt good I copied and vis-à-vis it became a feeling of almost licking and sucking my own pussy as we worked each other into a frenzy. Neither of us was going to come quite as fast as we did earlier, but come we would.

I was in heaven my tong firmly working on Jane’s clit and holes and hers on mine. We played on each other for an age; I could feel my body starting to lift from the bed. I felt as if I was flying. The feelings of pure sexual emotions driving me higher and higher, my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest, my pussy alternating with pleasure and pain, the two mixed into a wonderful feeling of floating. I almost didn’t want it to end, but like a train coming out of the end of a tunnel, I saw my climax coming. I don’t know who came first, as once my body went into the first spasms of an orgasm my brain erupted in a maelstrom of lightning storms.

Jane rolled off me, staying along side and I fell asleep, no the sleep of a teenager, but the sleep of a happy contented woman. I woke at some time during the night to find Jane cuddled up to me, her legs wrapped around me. I turned the light out with the knowledge the spare bed would not be used during or vacation.

I awoke as the morning sun splashed across my face; my first view was of Jane’s contented face asleep next to me. Almost as if she sensed I was awake, she opened her eyes, smiled and kissed my lips, a wonderful way to wake up. We raced down to the kitchen to get coffee and toast, both following the rules of no clothes. We were like two 10 year olds giggling and chatting, the feeling of life and fun bursting from us. I realised I felt different, almost light headed, free of worries, and a different person from the woman who arrived here yesterday. When I told Jane how I felt, she said it was the way she felt every morning after a good night of sex, and I needed to be careful as I will want it every day.

She told me we were to relax in the morning as tonight was going to be a late on, then hit the town as it was the best way to pick up some men. I asked how many some was, but knew what the answer was going to be. Jane said we would need to prepare for the night with a nice shower, a pussy shave and an orgasm to warm us up. It was 5pm when we finally left for the town, the warm up orgasm had turned into three and as we left a large shot of vodka warmed us up. We took a taxi to town as I did not want to drink and drive, the roads were dangerous enough without. I knew where the bars were and from other years knew that they would be throbbing with guys looking for a quick lay. We had arrived early as Jane wanted to find a group of guys before they got too drunk to perform. We wandered along the sea front, several times stopping to look at group of guys playing football or volley ball on the beach. Each time Jane said not for us and walked on, it was nearly 8pm when we stopped in a small restaurant for some food; the guys who we had seen in Jane’s opinion were OK for a quickie on the beach, but not for a night of passion.

We had finished our food and were happily getting to the bottom of a bottle of wine when a group of guys walked in. They were not as young as some we had seen and looked well turned out. It took them less than 10 seconds to see the two young women eating alone, and even less to make an approach. Jane was amazing she took control and had them eating out of her hand within minuets. She even managed to get hem to pay our bill as we joined them on their table. As they finished their meal, we had discovered the six of them were all from the same company on a sales conference. The youngest being 21 and oldest 30, and were looking for a night of fun, Jane looked at me with a glint in her eyes, and I knew she had made her choice. She suggested they picked up some wine and all came back to our villa, rather than get ripped off in the local bars. One guy asked if we felt we could handle all 6 of them, Jane just winked and answered that they should they should not worry about us girls, but perhaps they might get some more guys to take home. I felt a hand on my leg, when I didn’t say anything it wandered up past my thigh and brushed over my skimpy knickers. I just turned to the guy next to me and smiled, suggesting we might want to make a move.

I was half panicking and half wetting myself with passion, Jane was great she made sure I was in the same car as her making sure she was there when I was fucked. The guys groaned saying the guys in our car would take advantage, but Jane said there would be no hanky panky in the cars. We arrived at the villa and as soon as we walked through the door, Jane whispered to me to remember the rules. I was stunned to think she was just going to strip off there and then, but I thought if she did I will. Jane just told the guys that there was a rule in the house that no clothes were allowed, to which she grabbed her dress and pulled it over her head. The guys all cheered turning to look at me, I was scared to death, but they were all going to know me better than my doctor in a few minuets and copied Jane.

Within seconds of removing my dress, the guys started to strip, and by the time Jane and I we nude, the guys were down to their pants. Jane and I went to open the wine leaving the guys to finish; we took the wine to the side of the pool and sat on the edge. The guys seemed far more embarrassed by their nudity and ran to the pool jumping in. I asked Jane if I should tell them I was a virgin, she smiled saying she would sort it and not to worry. She slipped into the pool and played games of splashing with the guys. I dropped into the pool to join her and the games of splashing soon turned to an underwater grope as the guys all fought to get a feel of our breasts and pussies.

Jane swam off to the deep end with one of the older guys, leaving me surrounded; as I fought one off another would approach from behind. Soon they were cuddling me; I could feel their hard cocks rubbing against my legs and bum driving me crazy with desire. Jane came swimming back suggesting we went to get more wine, leaving the guys all together. The guy Jane had been with was saying something to them, causing them to turn and look at me. I realised she had told him, my heart pounding with fear and expectation. Jane gave me a cuddle asking if I was ready, I said yes in a very shaky voice. She took me by hand up stairs to my room and told me to lye on my front. I did as I was told getting right in the middle of the bed as I heard the guys come in. I went to move but Jane pushed me down saying to relax as Jane’s and six other pairs of hands all started to gently massage my back, legs and bum. It did not take long for the fingers on my bum to start exploring the intimate parts of my bum and slipping between my legs to my pussy. The guys asked me to roll over and with me disappearing into a sexual passion happily obliged. Jane was no longer helping them, but had picked up my video camera to film the adventure. I looked around the guys who were all sporting erect cocks, it amazed me to see all the variations, from short and thick, to long and thin and two were long and very thick. The thought of the two monsters inside me made me shiver, but I was beyond caring.

The guys moved in en mass, two latched onto my breast, others were dropped in my hands, but the best bit was the guy who started to finger my pussy. I stayed like that for ages, loving the attention, until a mouth started to suck my pussy, driving me to my first climax. It was not as strong as with Jane, but wonderful. The fun didn’t stop though, the kept working, touching, licking, I felt a finger slide into my hole exploring its limited depths, till it pushed against the wall and sent a pain through my body. I did not hear anyone say stop, but all the guys climbed off the bed and Jane came to lye next to me. She asked if I was OK, but never waited for a reply as she told the guys to hold my legs. One guy each side held my legs, dragging me to the edge of the bed. Jane had passed the camera to one of the guys so stayed next to me, with an arm under my head.

My legs were opened further as the guy Jane had been chatting to in the pool approached me. Jane asked me if I wanted him to wear a condom, I told her I fancied being filled with his cum, and to have that and my blood dripping from my pussy. She smiled saying I was a girl to her own heart, and whispered to enjoy it.

I could see him between my legs, his cock not the biggest, but looked quite long. I felt him use his fingers to open my pussy, and the tip of his cock touch the entrance of my hole. As he started to push I felt Jane grip my hand, at first it slid easily into me, then reached the wall, the barrier that women and men alike hold in high esteem. He pushed again this time it hurt, it was a dull pain that grew in intensity as he tried to break down my hymen. I felt Jane move, she swapped my hand to her other and I felt her fingers touch my clit. Those expert fingers instantly worked their magic, the pleasure working with the pain to make me moan in desire.

The guy between my legs eased back and thrust his cock into me, the pain shot through me making me cry out, he again pulled back and thrust again, I felt something give, the pain caused tears in my eyes, it hurt but I wanted it. Again he pulled back and with another push I felt the last barrier of womanhood tear and his cock ease into me. I cried out with the pain, but also knowing he was in, for the first time in my life I could feel a cock slowly sliding into my pussy. I felt his balls touch my arse as his cock slid all the way in, Jane kissed me and wiped the tears away, I was so happy that my best friend had been able to be with me.

The guy started to move, slow gentle moves in and out of my pussy, the guys around him starting to get into the action, the sexual tension changing their language from a normal tone to a dirty coarse level that turned me on to hear. One guy called for him to fuck my cunt, make it bleed, another was telling the others to look at my bloody cunt, it sounded so unreal, but so sexy.

Gradually he speeded up; Jane’s fingers were still working on my clit, the feelings within me starting to grow to orgasmic proportions. The guy fucking my pussy changed from a smooth almost gentle stroke to a hard thrust that made me feel wonderful. I moaned with each thrust, getting louder each time, but still he fucked, I could feel his cock growing inside me, at first I thought it was my imagination, but he started to growl thrusting into me like he was possessed and I loved it, an incredible feeling that you just can not describe. I felt my body go over the edge, Jane must have felt it too as she gave me a hard rub then left the guys fucking to do the rest. I screamed as I came, I thought my orgasms had been good with Jane, but to climax with a cock pounding into your pussy is just amazing. I could not keep still as I thrust up to meet his hammering cock, higher and higher I climbed as I felt him start to come.

I have heard women say they don’t feel a guy come in them, that day I felt every bit of his cum spray inside me. He continued to pound into me for ages the blood and cum spurting out of my pussy covering me. He collapsed on top of me as his friend released my legs, I could feel his cock shrink inside me, leaving me with an empty desire for more. He lifted up off me, his once swollen cock now resembling a limp sausage. Jane took a white hanky, and with gentle care, wiped the cum and blood that was pouring from my pussy, whispering to me that it would remind me of today.

I eased myself up the bed and Jane came to lay next to me, she lifted her legs in the air and called to the guys to cum fuck her. In a second a guy was between her legs shoving his cock deep into her in one push. I looked across and Jane smiled at me, I did not want to be left out and asked the guys who was next. I looked down to see one of the guys who had a long, thick cock move towards me, and opened my legs in preparation, but he told me to turn over on all fours. He preferred to have his women like the bitches they were, his language making me randy. I did as I was asked, and with the first guy’s cum dripping down my legs, presented my backside to him doggy style. With my head inches from Jane’s I felt his cock slide into my pussy. Jane watched my face intently as he smoothly slid the whole length of his cock into me. The feeling was different from before, the cock putting pressure on the front wall of my pussy, and as it reached the full depth it touched something deep within me causing a pleasurable pain that felt so good.

Jane lifted her head and kissed me as he started to fuck me, his friends urging him on as he gripped my hips to fuck me harder. I had not come down from the first fucking and this new cock re-triggered my orgasm making me cry out each time he piled his cock into me. He was no stayer, but I did not care as he filled my tight pussy with his cum, leaving me panting like the dog he wanted. I rolled onto my back in time to see Jane about to fuck second guy, but this time she was going on top. I could see the cum from her first fuck dripping from her pussy, I just had to have a taste, and slid under her allowing the juices to dribble into my mouth. I slid away, as one of the younger guys stood near by, I lay on my back, opened my legs and called him to fuck my sloppy pussy.

The evening continued with us both being fucked by all the guys, I had heard that most guys can only cum once, but each of these guys came at least twice, and one or two three or four times. I collapsed in exhaustion; the guys must have called for a taxi as I woke, with the sun in my eyes cuddled up to Jane. We both were on the bed, dried cum all over us, the sheets stained from all the cum that had dripped out of us, and under me the stain had the pink colour of a virgin’s first night.

Allen sagged against the couch. It seemed like every fiber of his being had been drained. Every part of him was limp - except his stiffie, which was undiminished and truly stupendous. “You’ve done this before, I take it,” he said, smiling lopsidedly.

“Well, let’s just say that I experimented with the proverbial ‘forbidden fruit,’ and what my experiments taught me is that guys are, generally speaking, pricks with legs. And then there’s you, Allen. Quiet, gentlemanly, meek you. Always friendly, but more timid than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Always selling yourself short, and as a result never letting yourself give of the tremendous reservoir of goodness and love that you have within you. It was by going away and finding out what else was out there that I realized what a treasure I had in you all along. I love you, Allen, and as shy as you’ve always been, I knew that if we were ever going to get things started, I would have to be the one to make it happen.”

“What do think of my solution?” she asked, waggling her eyebrows.

Amazingly, Jill saw a tear run down Allen’s cheek.

Before she could reconsider her chosen course of action, he stood, pulled her tightly against him, and kissed her passionately, all prior restraint gone. His hands roamed her back, finding her buttocks, and then rising back to her flimsy bra, which he began to fumblingly unfasten.

“It clasps in front,” Jill whispered.

Without breaking their lip-lock, Allen moved behind her, hands on her breasts, fingers on the clasp. Still struggling with the confounded thing, she reached up and helped him do the honors, and off it came. Immediately his fingers went to her nipples, caressing and teasing and rolling them until they were the size and rigidity of small erasers.

Suddenly she pushed back against Allen and they fell back on the couch, with her on his lap. “Oh, yes, that”s it, play with my tits, make my nipples hard, suck on them, you punk!” she moaningly exclaimed, squirming in an impromptu lap dance.

“I beg your pardon,” Allen said, stopping momentarily.

“I said bury your face in my tits, put your mouth all over them, make them yours!”

Before he could say anything else she engulfed his face with them, and he sank again into the dizzying rapids of sensation. Reaching around her, he tugged down on her thong, and off it came. Sitting up, Jill tore off Allen”s t-shirt. “Lay down!” she commanded. He obeyed, and she sat on his chest, straddling his face, and hissed, “Lick my pussy, you bastard, stick your tongue inside me, suck on my clit.”

“Excuse mmmmph,” Allen began before Jill began grinding her pussy into his face. Reaching up, he shoved her backwards on the couch, climbed atop her, and stuck his tongue down her throat, relishing the taste of himself that was still in her mouth and the absence of her disconcerting ribald chatter doing so made possible. Moving downward, he put a finger on her lips for emphasis, then reacquainted himself with her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, then continued lower, across her soft midriff, tonguing her navel, leaving a trail of kisses down to the confluence of her legs.

He needed no encouragement for what he planned to do now. Before him lay the promised land. He slowly began exploring the folds of her pussylips, licking the crease up and down, gently probing with his tongue and taking the occasional swab over her bulging clit. Jill began thrashing around with barely repressed squeals, which told Allen that he was doing it right.

Finally she couldn”t contain herself, and she blurted out, “Oh, Gooooood, yes, keep doing that you dirty son of a bitch, suck on my hard clit, make me cum, oh yeeeeeaaahhhh!”

Allen almost choked. “Jill, would you please mmmmph.” She grabbed his head and pulled it hard against herself, completely in the throes of passion. Within seconds, it boiled over as she orgasmed violently. Allen couldn”t breathe, and felt like his nose had been broken.

“Oh my GOD, Allen, where did you learn to suck pussy like that?”

Prudently removing his head from between her thighs, Allen retorted, “Never mind that, why won”t you shut up?”

“What”s that supposed to mean?”

Allen sighed. “Okay, since we”re having carnal knowledge of each other anyway and I”m already probably in huge trouble with at least three different parties, what the hell? As you no doubt surmised, I am – or was – a virgin. And yes, the thought of coming over here and making love to you was on my mind. I just never imagined that it would really happen.”

“But when I fantasized about it, somehow I never pictured you with porn and a potty mouth. I envisioned…” he stopped, beginning to blush.

“Envisioned what?,” Jill prompted.

“I pictured…oh, I can”t.”

“Allen, I”ve sucked your cock, you”ve eaten my pussy, and we”re entangled on this couch totally nude. What could possibly be embarrassing to you now?”

“Well, um…oh, alright.” Averting his eyes and taking a deep breath, he dove right in. “I envisioned us on our wedding night. Both as virgins.” Looking up sheepishly, he grinned crookedly again.

“Come with me,” Jill commanded.

Leading him down the side hall, they entered the master bedroom, beyond which was a balcony that contained the Jacuzzi she had mentioned earlier. Turning it on, she climbed in and drew him in with her. Then she moved to the opposite end of the tub, bent over, and looked back at him searchingly.

Again, nature took over. Rock-hard cock in hand, Allen found the opening to her pussy and slowly slid it inside. “Ahhhhhhhh,” he sighed. It was an incredible feeling. Incendiary warmth, overflowing with her juices, amazingly tight. When he was buried to the hilt, he held still, enjoying the sensation of complete ensheathment.

Then Jill did it again. “C”mon, Allen, fuck me, fuck my pussy, fuck me hard, bang my boobs off, do it now!”

Growling in irritation at the despoiling of the moment, Allen grabbed her hips and began slamming into her, his belly smacking against her asscheeks much like ol” Jack Hammer in Jill”s videotape. And still the salacious commentary continued. “Yeah, that”s it, hammer my pussy, fill me up with your big, long, hard cock.” He reached for her mouth, but found her swaying breasts instead, and then they both felt the approach of release. Jill”s hit first, her fluttering vaginal walls squeezing Allen”s cock mercilessly and triggering another gonadal gusher deep into her belly.

And still his erection wouldn”t diminish. Jill was astonished. It was like he hadn”t even had a wet dream in twenty-one years, and it had all been saved for her. “Don”t pull out, keep it inside me,” she ordered. Allen was still gasping, but managed to answer, “I wish I had two cocks so that I could be inside you and keep your mouth shut at the same time.”

Jill smiled enigmatically and replied, “Pick me up and take me to the bedroom.”

Allen wearily did as he was told. He knew that much about this situation wasn”t right, but he was too horny to think beyond the realization that this was the chance of a lifetime and he wanted to sample everything Jill had to offer.

Setting her down on her back on the bed, she lifted her legs up and put them against his shoulders. Before she could start cussing again, he once more plundered her mouth, and began thrusting into her missionary style. After a few minutes of this she grabbed him and rolled them over so she was on top and began riding him like a rabid bull. She came again. Then again. And still the thrusting continued. It was like Allen had become a sex machine.

Rolling back onto her back, Jill said, “Come here.” Allen crawled forward, straddling her as she had him earlier, and she captured his cock between her breasts. “Fuck my tits you prick, fuck them long and fmmmph.” Her monologue was interrupted by his dickhead as he smoothly and rapidly tit-fucked her into her mouth in a rising tide of now-undistracted lust. Jill reached up and started pinching his nipples, and he came explosively, showering her with surge after surge of his seed, all over her face, hair, and neck.

“Wow, my big stud, looks like I”m going to need another shower,” Jill purred.

Into the shower they padded, where the sexual calisthenics continued. Before the night was out they had done it in every room of the house, in both their cars, and even in the middle of the backyard after it got dark. He had no idea how many times he had cum, she had cum, or he had cum inside her. He vaguely remembered her saying that she was on the pill, but even the risk of pregnancy wasn”t registering in his brain on this night. Finally, long about 3AM, he was used up. They happened to be reclining on the dining room table at the time.

“Allen, you are a wonder of nature,” Jill giggled softly.

“Well,” he murmured, “if you say so. My thinking – to the degree that you allowed me to think,” he chuckled, “was that I”ve probably had more sex tonight than I will for the entire rest of my life, and that”s why I didn”t want it to stop.”

“What makes you think it stops tonight?” Jill asked. “As the Carpenters sang, “We”ve only just begun.”"

“For starters,” he began, “We”ll be going back to school in a couple of weeks. And long distance relationships are a lot more difficult to maintain. Plus…” he hesitated.

“Would you stop doing that?” Jill demanded, smacking playfully at him. “Just spit it out, along with what remains of my pubic hair.”

“Well…I guess the way I”d put it is that there”s a difference between reality and fantasy. Don”t get me wrong, you were unbelievable,” he added hastily, “but what does this do to our friendship? I mean, we went from pals and bosom companions to a one-couple orgy all at once. And the fact that you had, um, previous experience changes things. I know that might sound dumb, but it matters to me in how I look at us.”

Jill began to feel cold all over. “But, but, why, Allen? What has changed except that we”ve taken our relationship to a more intimate level?”

Allen looked pensive, as if he realized he was bursting the bubble – on a lot of things. “It isn”t being intimate. It”s that you”ve changed. Or maybe you never were entirely as how I thought you were. Admiring a woman from afar can lead a guy to develop idealistic impressions that I”m learning are impossible for her to live up to. Like the idea of her is almost more important to him than the actual woman herself.”

“I”ve loved you for years, Jill. Or at least I thought I did. And that may have colored how I perceived and approached you. The truth may be that I was in love with the idea of being in love with you more than I actually loved you yourself.”

For the first time all night, Jill was speechless. Allen glanced at her apprehensively, as if he was killing his life”s dream, and maybe hers as well. He pulled her into a body-to-body embrace, her head on his shoulder and gently stroking her left breast. “I”m not saying I don”t love you. Just that this has happened very quickly, and I think we both need some time to assimilate all these changes.”

Rolling on top of him on the table, she put her arms around him and kissed him with slow, determined deliberation. But this time his hands didn”t make a beeline for her bottom. He just held her for a while longer. Then he got up, dressed, and left.

Two weeks later Allen and Jill returned to their respective colleges. Three weeks after that he met another beautiful brunette named Deatra, who wasn”t experienced, and indeed was resistant to any attempt at courting on his part. But he was patient, and within a couple of months she had let him kiss her. They became a couple. He brought her home to meet his family the following March. In May he proposed, and she accepted. A year and a half later, they were married.

The next time Allen saw Jill was at their ten-year high school reunion. He no longer stammered or had difficulty making small talk, what with pictures of and stories about his baby daughter, Elaine, to tell.

Jill just listened. She was still single; it seemed that every other guy, for her at least, really was a prick with legs. The one guy who wasn”t, in the end, hadn’t wanted her. And the irony was that where Allen had once considered her to be off-limits, now he really was off-limits to her.

“Deatra?”

Allen”s wife turned, saw Jill”s approach, and smiled. “Hi, Jill. Are you leaving for the evening already? The night is still young, especially when you have your in-laws to baby-sit for you,” she chuckled.

“Yes, I think. Some of us are going to a club a little later. But I”ll see you and Allen and little Elaine at the picnic tomorrow.”

“Great. See you then.”

On impulse, Jill embraced Deatra and said, rather wistfully, “You”re a lucky gal, Dee. A lucky gal indeed.” Then she walked out the door.

Seeing Allen coming over with her drink, Mrs. Grosserhahn asked him, “What was that all about?”

Looking after where Jill had departed, Allen felt a little sad. “Growing up. And paths not taken. C”mon, the slide show is about to begin.”

A sharp little pulling echoed in her belly as he suckled her breasts, and soon she was wriggling restlessly against Gareth, seeking something that had always been a dark longing inside of her. He used his teeth on her until she was begging his name and writhing under him. She had angled her hips up and out just enough so he now had a level of access to the core of her heat that tortured him.

He craved, so savagely that desire clenched in his gut like an angry dragon clutching a mountaintop to rip it free from the earth, to bury himself inside of Ilona. He had to pause a moment and take deep, wheezing breaths, to remind himself that he had promised Ilona she would be safe from that type of advance and pressure. His ears cleared of the roaring and he could once more hear the shocked and throaty little whimpers and growls that Ilona wasn’t aware she was making. Her movements against him were growing manic and her eyes were totally blind of anything but the sensations that ricocheted through her system. It was time, he thought with a slow, hard swallow, to let her fly.

His hands yanked her skirt up and bunched it above her waist so the rough material of his jeans could rub against the thin layer of cotton that covered her driving heat. His teeth clenched and he buried his face in her ample cleavage as she gave a little cry of want and rubbed against him. His groin tightened, sweat broke out on his brow and spine to trickle coldly down his rigid back. The force of his desire almost robbed him of breath, and again he ordered himself to remember his promise.

Ilona couldn’t think but for the sharp and desperate aches that speared through her and stole her breath before she could draw it into her lungs. She wanted to wrap her other leg around his hips, to be closer to that hard and grinding heat, but she was too tall for him to hold her up that way.

As if reading her mind yet again, he walked them backward until she was pressed firmly against the little table near the front door and he could see her clearly. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving through her lungs. “Gareth,” she murmured desperately, not really sure if it got past the restriction in her lungs or if it remained a fierce cry in her head.

Without preamble he lifted her onto the little table and pulled her legs apart, then settled his body between them and pressed against her. Neither heard the cup of pencils clatter to the floor, or the message pad land with a dull thud. Ilona let her head fall back against the wall and her eyes flutter closed as she anxiously waited for Gareth to touch her where she burned. His hands smoothed up her thighs, slid to the inside and settled on either side of her panties. He never took his gaze from her flushed face when he pressed his fingers to the hollows beside her mound and stroked up and down, slowly broadening out into small circles. He felt her body tighten in anticipation, allowed his gaze to drop to her heaving breasts.

God how he wished to taste her naked breasts, draw the hard bead of her nipple into his mouth and suck it until it was red. Her hands had fisted in the fabric of her skirt, her teeth had dug into her lips again. He bent forward and soothed her nerves with his mouth, licking her lips until her teeth let go and her tongue reached for his. He took one hand away from between her legs and ran it up her quivering belly, then lay it below her left breast and stroked its lacey underside with his thumb. Her eyes flicked open and stared into his, and he smiled gently and watched her as his fingers slipped beneath her bra and his thumb brushed over her left nipple. She gasped loudly and arched her back. The other hand slid up to cover her mound and press against the soaked crotch of her panties.

“Gareth,” she barely whispered, but had nothing else to say and so just kept her bleary gaze locked with his. He began to rub his thumb and pointer over her nipple at the same time his pointer and middle finger stroked vertically up and down her vulva. Her breath hitched and then quickened, she swallowed and licked her lips twice. He bent forward and sipped at her mouth, pressing his two fingers more firmly against her. He worked his whole hand inside her bra and covered her, cupping his hand over her nipple so that the skin of this palms closed around its hard peak and tweaked it. She chocked on a gasp and let out a little whimper. The fingers between her thighs paused, and then the pointer moved up to rub hard against her clitoris. Her hips jerked off the table, her breath jerked in her chest, pushed her breast firmly into his hand. Her breath sobbed out twice before she got control and just sat there with glazed eyes, panting. His pointer moved in tiny little circles over her clitoris, his thumb copying the movement over her nipple, until her mouth trembled open and she said, “Please,” then squeezed her eyes closed.

Though his own desire was still raging, it had somehow taken a back seat to hers, and though his swollen penis still ached to be released from its prison inside his pants, it was no longer a driving, unbearable hunger. Oddly, he ached more to feel her release, to see her come from his sensuous ministrations. Eager now to bring her to orgasm, he slipped his hand inside her panties, groaned at the heat that felt like it was burning his palms and pulled her wet lips apart to slide his middle finger inside her in one, slow stroke. Her eyes slid open and she whimpered, her vaginal muscles clutching that single finger like a vise, then loosening. He stroked in and out a couple of times, his breath coming in little gusts as her eyes glazed. Then he carefully slid his pointer in beside his middle, making sure she could accomodate the extra digit, and flattened out his hand so his palm cupped her and his fingers reached in as far as they possibly could.

“Ohhh,” she groaned quietly, and tightened around him again. He took her mouth completely, swept his tongue inside hungrily, sandwhiching her nipple between his thumb and pointer and pinching then soothing, pinching then soothing as his fingers worked her slowly. Her hips began to thrust against his hand, her own hands leaving the wrinkled skirt and moving between her thighs to pull apart her outer labia folds. She chocked on a labored breath as this gave his fingers access to her clitoris while they stroked the tight walls of her vagina. Soon the rhythm sped up, his fingers stroking faster, her hips pumping harder. Her breath hitched as she felt the orgasm climbing through her with little teeth and claws. She could no longer keep her mouth glued to Gareth’s, instead pulled back and let her head thump against the wall. Her mouth hung slack, her eyes wide and unseeing as the orgasm crawled up her torso and into her chest. Her hands reached up to clutch at Gareth’s shoulders, the fingers digging in until it was painful.

His heart galloped in his chest as he watched her climb and climb toward the peak, as her breath sobbed out and her hips stopped pumping to grind against his hand. And he moaned with his own form of pleasure when she came, her back arching well off the wall, her hips pausing briefly, her breath logged in her throat as if for one heartbeat everything had frozen. Then time resumed and her breath was pushed out of her throat as her vaginal walls contracted violently and pushed at his fingers, pushed so hard and so tightly he thought they would push them out entirely. But he braced the hand that had been working her nipple on her knee and pushed his fingers deeper.

“OH!” she gasped as two tears spurted out of her eyes. “Oh god!” she said again, then she squeezed her eyes closed, grimaced in excrutiating pleasure and cried his name over and over just below a shout as she came into his hand. Her hips ground against his palm, the muscles of her vaginal walls clasping the two fingers so tightly he could not have withdrawn without hurting her.

When the orgasm slackened off enough so she could breath again, her hips resumed thrusting slowly, pushing him as deep as he could reach. She let loose one low, long moan and panted, gasping for the breath that had been robbed by the force of her release. Her heavy eyelids flickered open, and she had to blink several times to bring her pupils into focus. When they cleared they zoomed in on Gareth’s face, and his expression stole her breath once more.

His eyes were bright with the sheen of tears, his breath gasping with hers. He released her knee and took one of her hands from the death grip on his shoulder and placed it to his galloping heart; held it there. His two fingers still worked her languidly, and he asked quietly, “Are you okay?”

Her breath shuddered through her lungs as something hot and bright exploded in her heart. Something beautiful and miraculous.

God she loved him.

The thought popped into her head and paralyzed her. Her eyes bulged and her mouth dropped. She stared at him in a deep and complete silence, little licks of desire building back inside her as his fingers continued their steady stroking. The unblinking and penetrating gaze he levered on her while she struggled with her thoughts and feelings would have unnerved her, even frightened her. Had she been able to pay attention to him now.

No! she screamed at herself. You can’t love him! It can’t ever work out! You swore you’d never fall in love… ever! But her heart wept and apologized for being weak and needy.

I need it! It cried desperately to the anger and betrayal raging through Ilona’s mind. Don’t you know how much I need it?!

His thumb moved up and flicked across her clitoris, and she came back into herself, back into the moment, with a chocking gasp.

“Where’d you go?” Gareth asked humorously, his voice very low.

Ilona swallowed and tried to answer him, but he was building the fires inside her again and she kept getting distracted. Her brow furrowed as she looked into his tender gaze. There was something there, she thought in a daze, something different. Something had changed. What was it? She shook her head and stopped trying to think when the heat began to crawl back into her chest.

“Gar-Gareth,” she moaned, her head falling back again and exposing her throat. He bent and licked it, nibbled at her pulse and grinned when she shuddered and purred. His desire was a low, steady throbbing that kept trying to rear up and take control, but he ruthlessly kept himself in check and focused on Ilona.

Watching her come had been amazing. She had completely let go, had completely given herself over to him. The realization that she had opened herself to him utterly and completely, revealed the part of her she kept so well and closely guarded, touched him to his soul. His heart was bursting with something dangerously close to love. His head was full of her wild, startled noises. His lungs screamed for oxygen, and he realized he had been holding his breath. Releasing it he watched Ilona’s face cloud. Her hips pistoned against his hand, and she securely locked her thighs around him, crossing her ankles and digging her heals into his back as she pushed against the exquisite pleasure swarming through her.

My god, Ilona thought somewhere in the screaming recesses of her mind. Again? He was going to do it again?

Gareth leaned over her, pressing her breasts against his chest, positioning himself so that his groin was flush against the hand that worked her and if he closed his eyes he could almost, almost, imagine that he was inside her. That the remarkable walls of her womanhood were squeezing him with the strength of a viper, were contracting over and over around him. He swallowed hard and groaned into Ilona’s mouth. Her hands fisted in his hair and held him firmly in place. They began moving faster, and faster until Ilona was taut as an arrow and time seemed to skip a beat again right before she exploded in a million little pieces.

“Aaah!!” she screamed aloud, her eyes blind and wide. Gareth mumbled things into her throat and felt tears leaking from his eyes.

His body demanded release, clawed and left bloody, ragged furrows across his soul. He thought he was gonna die if he didn’t come. With a pitiful little groan, he kissed Ilona’s neck over and over and grabbed at the slick ropes of his sanity with raw and bleeding hands. When she had quieted and was limp, gasping tiny, exhausted breaths, he moved his lips over her face and kissed her brow before pulling away, extracting his fingers from her hot, tight body and rubbing the other hand down his face roughly. She barely stayed on the little table, her legs spread and hanging limply over the edge. She was turned at an odd angle, her chest heaving and catching, then evening out and heaving again. Her eyes watched him, and she swallowed and tried to sit up, but her arms seemed too rubbery. Gareth took another step back, stumbled over his feet like a drunk.

“I’m uh…” he gulped audibly, licked suddenly dry lips. “I’m gonna take a shower ok?” Then he turned away and took a lurching step towards the bathroom. His erection was so sensitive, so hard, that it was almost painful to walk. He gritted his teeth and lurched forward one more step. Then a firm hand closed over his bicep and turned him around, and he found himself facing Ilona, a tender smile on her lips, but determination as hard as steel shining in her eyes.

“No you’re not,” she whispered fiercly, and, because he was so weak, she pulled him with her and shoved him down into a chair. Then she knelt before him and, while he looked down at her with dazed and uncomprehending eyes, she reached for his pants and unbuttoned them. Automatically his hand shot out and covered hers. He shook his head, swallowed. “Don’t,” he commanded weakly. “You don’t have to.”

Ilona’s brow lifted in that arrogant little way and she nodded once, yanking his thighs apart and scooting in between them so that she was flush against the heat and source of his arousal. “Yes, I do.” She shook off his hand and pulled down the zipper slowly, carefully, aware of how tender he was at the moment. His eyes watched her, and hers never wavered, not even when she parted the jeans and reached inside his boxers to wrap her hand around him.

This time his head fell against the back of the chair and he moved it from side to side as she squeezed him. His eyes squeezed closed and he grimaced, his chest heaving.

She gently pulled him out so that he was no longer comfined, not looking at his erect penis but keeping her eyes on his face, her heart starting to thunder in her chest as she saw the same emotions flicker across his face that had crossed hers, this face that she had come to love so much. He groaned and tried one more time to let her go.

His gaze was bleary and strained when he met her dark and slightly apprehensive eyes. “Ilona, you really don’t have to do this. I can take a shower and use my fist. Really.” He watched her swallow, saw her squeeze her eyes closed and take several deep, steadying breaths. When her eyes opened again they were steady and determined.

“Yes I do Gareth. You have no idea how much I owe you this.” And she bent over him and took him into her mouth.

He reared and chocked on his breath. “God!” he shouted, his hands fisting around the arms of the chair. His body tightened, his face twisted in excrutiating pleasure. He nearly came right there, instantly. But managed not to. Ilona wrapped her hand around the base of him and rose onto her knees so she could take him as deep as she could, pulling in her cheeks for suction and moving slowly up and down the entire length of him.

“Oh god,” he ground out, his head whipping back and forth, his fingers gouging into the chair. His toes were curled, his hips wanted to come off the seat and thrust. But he knew he couldn’t do that. He’d choke her or hurt himself, or both. With a strangled laugh at the thought, he pulled air in through his nose and let it whistle out his mouth. His heart punched against his ribs. Ilona took her free hand and cupped his testicles, and he flexed his fingers again on the arm rest.

Don’t grab her don’t grab her don’t grab her he chanted inside his head. Just let her set the pace, let her do her own thing. But oh, he thought when his eyes popped open as she stopped sucking the whole of him and had moved to suckling just the head, using her tongue and flicking the tip teasingly. Oh god how he wanted to hold her.

She paused and glanced up at him. He gave a distressed, vaguely annoyed growl, and looked down at her over brows drawn tight in concentration.

Then she grinned and took one of his hands, kissed the palm lovingly, then held it while she took him back into her mouth, and then, wondrously, placed his hand on her head, wrapping her fingers around his. She began stroking him, using her hand again, but while her mouth moved just up and down, her fist encircled him back and forth, back and forth. The combination was most tantalizing, and he felt the pressure building to a dangerous level. His fingers fisted in her hair and began guiding her of their own accord, and she murmured into his lap as she followed his unbidden instructions. Soon, he felt his balls tightening, felt his penis tighten to its fullest and the hard little ball of lust unfurling in his gut. He was going to come, and had to warn Ilona.

“Ilona,” he gasped, and squeezed his eyes closed, struggling to hold back just long enough to get her off him. “Ilona,” he gasped louder, and she cast her eyes up at him, but kept her mouth firmly locked around him, sucking in and out, her tongue stroking up the underside of his penis. She made an inquiring noise, flexed her hand around him. His eyes crossed, his body became rigid.

“Stop!” he gasped. “I’m gonna, gonna…” he let his breath out on a long, guttural growl as sensations tightened in his chest.

“Mm-hmm,” she mumbled, and returned her gaze to his lap. She continued sucking him hard and sliding that glorious mouth up and down the velvety smooth length of him, humming now as she did it.

“I don’t wanna-” his breath cut off when she tightened her fist achingly tight around the base of him. A drop of semen spurted into her mouth and he whimpered like a wounded animal that knew its predator was right behind the bushes ready to pounce.

Ilona managed to say around his thickness, “Too bad. Come already. My muscles are getting tired. Please Gareth, come.” Then she took a deep breath through her nostrils and opened her throat, taking all of him into her mouth and removing her hand so they both could play with his testicles. His body arched involuntarily, he heard Ilona choke as he pushed himself harder down her throat, but he couldn’t stop what was bound to happen, what her cleaver mouth had so satisfyingly wrung from him.

He came then, the sharp release tearing at him with poisonous teeth. His hands fisted in her hair, and he thought he heard her yelp in pain, but everything was lost as the orgasm spiraled through his system, spreading to his nerve endings and then exploding as white lights before eyes blue as the deepest recesses of the ocean. He gave one shout before his panting turned into animal growls. His hands flexed and flexed in Ilona’s hair, his hips jerking against her. The tension eased enough so his heart didn’t feel like it was going to explode. His lips made mindless, wordless motions, and his toes uncurled to stretch inside his shoes.

A smile came to his face, and he slumped in the chair, hands falling limply from Ilona’s head. She reared up and started gasping for breath, and he jerked into a siting position, guilt stabbing into him to mix with the unfathomable pleasure he had just experienced.

“My god are you…” he stopped when he saw her lauging while she gagged. She grasped his knees and heaved, squeezing her eyes closed until tears fell from her lashes. “Ilona?” he asked gently, carefully touching her cheek.

She shook her head and managed to say, “I’m all right,” but her voice was strained and hoarse. She continued to cough for several more seconds, then she leaned back to look up into his flushed face and wiped her hand across her mouth. She swallowed several times, giving a couple more tiny coughs, and finally smiled at Gareth’s puzzled and very worried frown. She reached up and smoothed away the lines contorting the beauty of his face, and said, “I’m really fine. How are you?”

He took a deep breath and then blew it out explosively. They grinned at eachother. Then his face sobered, and he reached down to cover himself, accutely aware of how Ilona felt about such things and what she had just done for him. Her gaze flitted quickly to his lap and then back to his face. She swallowed and leaned up to kissed him hard on the mouth, taking his hand away and putting her own there, feeling and weighing him. She never thought she’d ever do this again, had vehemently told her therapist that she never would, not even if she loved the man with all her heart. But she had. And only because she loved him with all her heart. Should she tell him, she wondered, right there? Or wait a bit.

The coward in her shouted out and decided her, and she only smiled aginst his lips.

“That wasn’t so bad,” she murmured, and felt his lips curve tentatively against hers.

His hand came up to cup her face, his lips parted and his tongue went in search of hers. “You didn’t have to,” he said into her mouth.

Her tongue rubbed against his, slow and sinuously. “Yes I did.” She murmured back, and swallowed the words that wanted to come up too. Because I love you.

Before either of them could work themselves back into a lather again, Gareth pulled Ilona up with him and led her to the bedroom, then removed her clothes silently and with unhurried sweetness, gazing into her anxious eyes until she was completely naked. Then he removed his clothes, noting and liking the way she remained standing before him, her shoulders back and her body tremulously revealed to him. Once he was naked, he took her hand, squeezed it back when she squeezed tightly, and led her to the bed, folding down the covers and kneeling in the middle. He smiled reassuringly at her, tugged at her gently until her knees bumped the edge of it, then brought his other hand up to grip her hip and drew her down till she was laying beside him.

Still without saying a word, he rolled her until she was on her side, her back to him, and then he snuggled up behind her, her butt snuggled into his groin, and drapped an arm over her side to dangle just below her breasts. His other hand went to cushion his head and he kissed the back of her neck soothingly until she relaxed into the position and brought one of her hands up to grip the one below her breast. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and listened to Gareth’s breathing until it evened out and he was asleep. Then she let herself fall into a dreamless night.

* * *

She did not awaken the next day dreamless. Her loins were aching, a thick moisture had gathered between her thighs. She moaned and shifted her position, nestling her butt more firmly in Gareth’s groin. His hand tightened on her breast, and her eyes flew open as she realized what the warm presence at her back was. She swallowed and pretended not to feel Gareth’s erection pressing hard against her buttocks. His fingers flexed, released her breast and slid down to flatten over her belly. He pushed her closer to him, his lips moving against the back of her neck, illiciting little shivers that coursed through her, tightening her nipples and deepening the ache that was spreading through her limbs. He murmured to her, slipped a leg between hers and brought his knee up distressingly close to her groin. She froze, breath shuddering in and out as fresh desire began coursing through her. Oh she wanted it all now, she thought. The oral sex had been stupendous, and completely fulfilling. But she desperately wanted to have Gareth inside of her, stretching her, filling her, coming inside of her. The thought made her catch her breath in stunned surprise.

Dangerous thoughts there Ilona, her mind hissed reproachfully. She bit her lip.

I know! I can’t help it!

Her conscious stirred and sighed sadly. Jeez, it said. Give her and inch, and she takes it ten! Ilona saw Gareth’s penis in her mind’s eye, imagined it ten inches long. Was it that long already? she thought. How deep was her throat? How long was her mouth? If she could measure…

Hold it right there! her body said. You don’t wanna measure it beforehand. Probably scare you to death. Bad thing for virgins to do, measure the size of the penis that is going to break that barrier.

The rest of her system yelled at her body in outrage. Don’t give her those ideas! It’s impossible!

She took a deep breath and willed all those little voices and nuances of her personality to the back of her mind and turned in Gareth’s arms, facing him and wrapping her legs around him. She sealed their mouths and rubbed her breasts against his chest. He jerked awake, stared at Ilona uncomprehendingly, and rubbed a hand over his sleepy face. Then he blinked and grew very still, glancing down quickly to find Ilona once more wrapped around him and his growing penis nestled in the hot cove of her femininity. His gaze whipped up to hers, his mouth opening on a protest, but she only pressed a finger to those lips and shook her head. She spoke quietly.

“I love you Gareth, and I want to do this. Right now. Right here. With you. I want it to be you.” She waited, her heart and soul bared, quivering fearfully for his answer. His bluer than blue gaze searched her clear, honest eyes, and he swallowed.

“We don’t have condoms,” he said just as quietly.

A little smile flitted to the corners of her mouth and she took a deep breath before saying, “I guess you’ll just have to marry then, won’t you?”

Shock was a fist in his gut, and he stared at her speechless for several seconds. Then a grin bloomed on his face and he took hers in his hands and kissed her hard, rubbing their lips together, their tongues tangling hotly. He drew back and searched her face. “Are you sure Ilona? I mean,” he was at a loss for words. He licked his lips and struggled with what to say.

Ilona took it out of his hands and said simply, “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I weren’t serious. It’s a chance, yes, but one I think I am willing to take, whatever the outcome and the consequences.”

Another guy might have been insulted by the scepticism she protrayed. But he was bursting with joy. His grin was brighter than the sun, and he caught her up in another hot kiss. Soon the rousing kisses and sensuous rubbing wasn’t enough, and he eased her onto her back, propping himself above her with his elbows and glancing down at her gloriously naked body. Her knees were drawn up, his penis nestled snuggly in the dark blonde curls that hid the entrance to her vagina. She didn’t bother to stop the nerves that continually raced up and down her body, or how her loins quivered with longing and basic fear. Instead she kept her eyes focused on Gareth’s stressed face, smiling tenderly at the discomfort he felt with the situation.

He wanted her intensely, but he’d never taken a girls virginity. Even his first hadn’t been a virgin. And he hadn’t loved her anyway, not like he loved Ilona. Not with the kind of love that could be built on and last a lifetime. He’d never love anyone like he loved Ilona. For a brief moment he wished she weren’t a virgin. It was so nervewracking! he thought aggitatedly, shifting his body. All that accomplished was to rub himself boldly against her. She gasped in anticipation, and Gareth winced in pleasure. But he didn’t move further, just settled himself again and watched her intently.

Ilona finally sighed and took his face in her hands, then brought his mouth down to hers. Against his lips she said, “The anticipation is killing me. Just do it hun. Please?” and she closed her eyes and sank into the kiss, letting herself go.

He groaned into her mouth, rocked himself back and forth against her a few times until his penis was between her folds and rested in the slick heat that had been hidden, then he reached a hand down and opened her for him, stroking at just her entrance, a teasing, devastating dip of fingers that stole her breath and blurred her vision. He let her mouth go and bent his head to kiss her chest, one breast then the other, flicking a tongue at her sexy little mole, then closing his mouth over one nipple and sucking until it was hard and thrusting eagerly against his tongue. His fingers dipped a bit deeper, and he rubbed her clitoris with his thumb, working his fingers in a circling motion, opening her, stretching her marginally. Maybe not enough to prevent pain, but he didn’t know what else to do.

Her knees liquified, fell open so her legs were spread achingly wide for maximum entry. He took a deep breath and gripped her hips, guiding his penis to her and pushing the head in. Her eyes narrowed at the sensation, her breath coming in short pants. Gareth fought to control his breathing, focused everything on entering her virgin body with as little pain as possible. His heart thundered in his chest, gave little lurches of nervousness, and he felt hers thundering as well. He closed his eyes and pushed his hips slowly, two fingers holding the labia minora apart so he would have a clean entrance. He pushed inside her about two inches before her breath hitched and her muscles involuntarily contracted. He groaned and paused, his eyes seeking Ilona’s. She stared at him with a slightly apprehensive look, but with mounting excitement as well. The latter gave him hope, and when she nodded her head slightly he took another deep breath and pushed again. He slipped in another inch before there was again resistance. He could feel how tight she was growing, heard her short, labored breaths as she struggled to remain relaxed so her muscles wouldn’t clutch at him and cause her pain.

He kissed her tenderly for several minutes, remaining how he was, not moving a single centimeter, until her breaths evened out and her muscles went lax. Then, with his tongue still stroking the roof of her mouth with long, sure thrusts, he slipped in another two inches before he had to stop again.

She was tighter than he’d thought a woman could be without tearing, but only a faint frown marred her brow. He kissed it away, bringing one hand up to play with her breasts, easing her mouth open so he could again tease her tongue with his, making her reach for his and search his honeyed depths. He pushed slowly, sweat beginning to bead on his brow as her body reluctantly stretched to accomodate him inch by velvety inch. She sighed when he stopped, and he let her have a few moments to control her breathing and focus on continuing to relax her muscles. Her eyes had long since closed in concentration, but they opened and she focused on him and said hardly above a whisper, “I’m going to tear now. I can feel it. So you’re just gonna have to push hard and not stop, okay?”

He frowned and started to shake his head, but she shook hers instead and said firmly, “You can’t make it any easier Gareth. It’s already been remarkably easy so far, more so than I ever thought it could be. And I can already feel the mounting pleasure I will feel after the initial pain. Just… push, okay?” Her eyes pleaded with his, and he nodded. Some of the worry cleared from her eyes and she took a last deep, fortifying breath and nodded for him to continue. He hesitated, then pushed.

Her eyes widened, her teeth clenched, and she could not stop her vaginal muscles from clenching this time. She had to close her eyes and grimace, her fingers biting into his biceps as he pushed without pause and slowly felt her tear.

A tear leaked out to run into her hair and she said on a pained moan, “Gareth, pla-lease.” She took breaths one who is in labor would take, gave one last shot at loosening the muscles. It worked and Gareth, pushing as hard as he could, thrust suddenly inside, tearing into her completely. A keening cry broke through her lips, and she braced her heels on the bed, digging in and arching her back as the pain sliced through her. Gareth closed his eyes and held her to him, kissing her neck and chest gently and murmuing words of endearment and love to her. He remained utterly still, as if he had become a statue, not daring to move inside her yet. Several minutes passed in silence and stillness, during which time Ilona collected herself and Gareth pushed away the guilt that poked at him.

He had no reason to be guilty. It had been totally her decision, and he had been as gentle as possible. Not realizing that he had attuned himself to her so completely, his breath eased when hers did, his muscles loosened when hers did. She settled back on the bed, carefully, slowly sliding her legs up to cup his hips. She met his worried gaze and smiled a wobbly smile. “I’m okay,” she whispered, and slowly ran her hands up and down his back, pausing at his hips and then moving lower to cup his buttocks.

“Move Gareth. I want to know what it feels like.” He nodded, nibbled at her lips, and slowly, carefully, pulled out of her, then pushed back in. Her muscles contracted and loosened, contracted and loosened over and over, as if her body were trying to figure out what that hard-as-steel thing was that filled and stretched it. He did it again, as slowly as he had the first full thrust, and then paused while her body responded in the same way.

A smile crept over her lips and he smiled with her, though his mouth never left hers; lips always teasing, teeth always nibbling, tongue ever rousing. She made a hmming sound deep in her throat when he pulled out and pushed back in a third time, and this time her vaginal walls didn’t clutch and quiver. Because he had been so afraid of hurting her, and that kind of fear certainly affected ones maximum performance, his penis had not been at its full size. But now that he could feel and see that she was beginning to enjoy it, he hardened and grew inside her, and a blush crept up his neck when her eyes widened and stared into his. Then she smiled, and chuckled deep in her throat when his blush deepened. He pushed in until he was inside her to the hilt, then he just held that position, rocking gently upon her. Her breath lodged in her lungs and her mouth hungrily mated with his, their tongues diving in and attacking each other mindlessly.

His hands slid up her quivering belly to cup her breasts, and he used them both now, tweaking the sensitive peaks and fanning the pads of his fingers over them. Soon his hips began moving with longer thrusts, and her legs started scissoring, not knowing whether to spread wider or clutch tighter. He tried to keep the pace slow and steady, but the building heat twisted in his gut and pushed behind his thighs, ugring him to move faster, thrust deeper. Their mouths stumbled, racing greedily over each others faces as mounting passion jumbled their thoughts, eventually pushing them aside altogether and commanding a basic animalistic reaction. Her back began arching, thrusting her breasts into his face, and she decided to wrap her legs around him and squeeze.

He gave all the attention he could to her offered breasts, sucking and biting, rubbing and pinching, but the heat was rising inside of him, and he could feel it rising inside Ilona. Quick moans and chopped off pleas fell from her lips, her heels dug into the backs of his thighs as she braced herself against his quickening thrusts. Her fingers bit into his shoulders. His hips pistoned, sped up the rythm to a feverish pace. Harsh breaths sawed through his lungs, his eyes clouded until he could barely see Ilona’s face, flushed and filled with a wondrous expression. He blinked furiously, wanting to see the first time she came, needing to see it, and focused on her while his body took over.

His thrusts became maddened, almost desperate, fast, hard thrusts that made wet slapping sounds when they slammed into Ilona. Her breath hitched, her back arched as the ache grew and spread, climbed through her, and then paused before tearing free.

Gareth came as soon as she came, though he had wanted to hold on until she had floated down from that battering peak. But when he felt her soft walls clamp achingly tight around him, his system overloaded and exploded as well, and their twin cries of release twined as their middles ground together and convulsed, and their limbs quivered and their hearts beat so hard they chocked them.

Gareth came back to himself first, his head falling limply forward to rest on her shoulder and his arms giving out so that his full weight fell atop Ilona. She didn’t make a single noise when he settled atop her, unable to move. Instead she struggled to draw breath into her restricted lungs and to blink away the dancing lights on the ceiling. They were very distracting. Finally, when they could breathe normally again, she sighed and ran a hand up and down his back lightly.

“Mmm.” she murmured, and smiled. “That was fan-fucking-tastic.”

Gareth lifted his head an looked down into her upturned face and grinned.

“So,” she murmured slowly, swallowing and then smacking her lips to adjust a tongue that felt too thick for her mouth. “When’s the wedding?”