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Unwanted: Part 4

Since getting permission from his father, Jon has been fucking his sister every day and today is no different.

True Story

Starting young…

It feels like yesterday; it seems like too long ago. I was just a boy, 7 years old. My first same-sex experience was more innocent. As a younger boy, maybe 5, a sort of game materialized on a playground. The playground was in this kind of wooded area, out of sight to almost everything else around. A boy that was maybe a year younger and I invented this contest. We would slide down this slide and jump onto this spinning merry-go-round, which had four quadrants with two different colors. Depending on the color that we landed on, we would kiss either each other’s buttcheeks or dick a certain number of times. I liked that game; it felt like we were doing something we shouldn’t, touching or kissing each other’s private parts.
When you are a kid, a year seems like an eternity. So, two years later, I had kind of forgotten about that game. I had moved, and was now in second grade. I met this native Hawaiian boy, Stan. Stan was a few years older than me, I think he was 9. I guess my dad worked with his dad, our moms became friends, and so we became friends. For a while it was just a friendship between two boys… sleepovers, Nintendo, usual boy stuff. Then, one night, I went and slept over at his house, in the basement. We started out doing the normal sleepover things, and then we laid down in our sleeping bags. He said “hey, do you want to try something that I sometimes do with my brother, fooling around?” I didn’t know what he was talking about, but he explained: “well, it’s just like, we rub our wieners together and suck on each other’s wieners, and it feels really good.” I wasn’t sure about that; it didn’t sound appropriate, so I was reluctant. But he kept telling me that it was fun, and felt good, and it wasn’t wrong. I grew more intrigued. He asked me to just try it once, and if I didn’t like it we would stop, but he was sure I’d like it. He convinced me. Perhaps I wasn’t so reluctant after all. This was before I knew what ” gay” meant, and how some people looked down upon it. So, we got out of our sleeping bags, and pulled down our pajamas and underwear. Then he got on top of me and started grinding his dick on mine. Wow, it did feel good! We both started to get vocal in a sort of hushed way, moaning softly. Then he stopped and put his warm mouth around my dick and started sucking it like a popsicle. I had never thought about sucking on somebody’s wiener, so this was like opening a new door for me. It was even better than grinding on each other. His warm mouth and saliva, sucking my dick, and at times his teeth would touch my dick, which felt pretty good. He worked on me for a few minutes, and then told me to suck his. Still trying to figure this whole thing out, I asked “you won’t pee in my mouth, will you? Do you promise?” He assured me that he wouldn’t. So, I got face to face with his dick, the concept pretty new to me. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his little dick. I loved it from that second. His dick tasted good, and I liked how it felt in my mouth. So, I worked on him for a while as he thrusted slightly and moaned quietly. I was enjoying this. But eventually, we switched back to grinding, and then cycled back through sucking each other a few times, before we started to get tired. And then he started making out with me. This was great too, exploring each other’s mouth with our tongues, fighting each other’s tongues. Then we stopped that, he crawled into my sleeping bag with me, and we fell asleep, me in his arms, totally comfortable. The next morning, I took a shower, and he snuck in and showered with me. And then we sucked each other some more, and he took the soap and lathered up his dick and my dick, and we grinded on each other, enjoying the slippery feeling of rubbing against each other.
It quickly became clear that what we did was something kind of grown up, something we shouldn’t tell our parents about, but it was this kind of boy romance and passion that we both wanted. So, we made any excuse to sleepover together on the weekends. More often, he would come to my house. Even though I was an only child, I had a bunk bed. When my mom would come in to check on us and we would go to bed, he would be in the top bunk, and I’d be in the bottom bunk. We would wait a few minutes, and then one of us would say the word, and he would jump down from the top bunk and crawl on top of me, kissing me. Then we would start our routine. On one of those first few sleepover, he said he would do something new, and he started licking my taint and rimming me. Before I could say “whoa, you’re licking my butthole, gross!” I was overcome with how great that felt, too. It was like he knew about all these things, about what felt good, and I figured that he had experimented with his brother a lot. And not long after, I started rimming him, and I was surprised at how not gross it was, and how much I actually liked it. So, we had a repertoire of four things. And because we wanted to do each one as much as possible while we slept over, we developed a system for agreeing on which to do next. The one whose turn it was to decide would snap their fingers a number of times: 1, grinding; 2, sucking; 3, kissing; 4, rimming. The other person would snap their fingers once to agree, twice to disagree. There was never much disagreement. It was strange, we had this morse code system, this democratic system, to decide what to do without saying it… but we would still talk dirty: “yeah, baby, suck it… do you like that?… yeah, oh yeah, sexy…”. Pretty passionate for two kids, not even ten years old.
So, this went on for a while. We got better at knowing how to make each other feel good, and started to abandon our code system. I didn’t know what sex was, exactly, but knew that Stan and I were having sex. And then, after one year, I moved again. But, when you’re young, a year feels like an eternity, so I felt like I got a lot in, during that year.
So, my first story… true story, so since it was a while ago, those were all the things I could remember, so it was kind of a play-by-play. I’m thinking about writing some fiction, with more details. Any feedback is welcome.

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Toy Store Boy: Chaper Three: Becoming Siblings

Chapter 3: Becoming Siblings
So it was that we moved. She had her own room and I had mine. They were on opposite ends of the apartment. She started taking the running start classes at the community collage and started dating a collage boy there. Before long she found out that when she graduated that year she would have scholarships and she would be moving out of state for collage at the end of the year.
She didn’t talk to me much about her sex life for obvious reasons but from what I picked up she was hot and heavy with this new guy. I would see them sitting in his car at night when I was coming home from friends houses and our stuff seemed a million miles away. Like a long ago dream that never happened. We didn’t have much time to hang out or talk once the school year started and being which she was a year ahead of me all I heard about was collage. I felt like I had lost her completely. I realized in her mind I had become just her dorky little brother.
Me on the other hand I had the women just lining up at the door. Ok if you paid attention to the prologue you know that’s a crock of shit. I said it there that I had still never been laid and that was when I was 19 at this point in the story I was still only 16. Puberty was over yet I still was going at it as much as possible. I did it while driving or in public again, generally it’s a freaking miracle I never got caught. I should have many times.
I did start dating her friend Abby. We never went all the way but she was into doing stuff that might get us caught. She loved the thrill of it as much as I did. We fooled around so many times at her house with her door open and her parents home. I’m lucky I’m not dead. If her dad would have walked in 90 percent of the time we were in her room I would have been. The funny thing is that he thought with the door open things were safe.
As much as I liked Abby I still never felt for her what I felt for Katie. Abby liked movies but I could never get her to talk, or read for that matter, books. I always felt like something was missing. I think when it came down to it I was into her much more because of my own sense of risk and we together had really pushed that factor. But I knew I was in love with Katie, Abby was a good replacement but never the same. More like a patch on you favorite geans.
By the next January Katie and I were living together but I saw her less then before we all had moved in. She was always at school or with her boyfriend. It had gotten to the point where she often didn’t come home for days. Our parents were so into each other and their whole romance they didn’t even notice. I felt more alone around the house then ever.
I decided by then to just try harder to make the relationship with Abby work. One day we skated quite a ways on the trail and pulled off to a secluded spot to make out. We kissed and I sucked her breasts. I was really starting to like having a steady girlfriend.
I loved her boobs, and the fact that she let me play with them pretty much anywhere anytime. Abby liked to show her breasts but she was very shy about everything else. She didn’t however have a problem pulling me out when ever she wanted to play with me. We had so many close calls it was insane.
The worst of our close call came at the movies. We were in the back row and we got so into it there that I had her tank top and bra pulled down and I was sucking her breasts right there. She unzipped my pants, reached in and stroked me. I slid my hand up her skirt and fingered her. She slid down her seat and kneeling in front of me, not even fixing her bra breast still exposed she pulled me out of my pants and sucked my dick for the first time right there with people only a couple rows ahead of us. I blasted her in the mouth and she spit into the isle. She sat back up in her seat and ate a mouth full of popcorn as I sucked her breast again and put my fingers back inside her. When she had finally came she fixed her bra back into place and I finally put myself back into my pants. Only moments later an usher came in walked up and down the rows and left again.
We were both excited and scared by coming that close to getting caught. She said that if her dad would have found out we wouldn’t ever be aloud to see each other again. So that was the first and last time we went that far in a movie theater.
A few weeks later I finally finished drivers ed and got my licence. This opened up new doors for us. We could make out in my car anywhere we wanted from that point on. We didn’t need to sneak around her house or the movies anymore. For her public exposure in a car was her new turn on.
For as much fun as we were having Abby felt it was best to still wait to go all the way. She was happy to give me head as much as I wanted but she still held on to that one last thing she thought was most important.
Over the rest of that school year my relationship to Abby progressed to the point where we were fooling around every minute we were alone. We had fun doing things in plane sight at the park of the beach. We nearly got caught all the time.
During this time I missed my sister very much. We lived in the same house but we couldn’t have lived farther apart. Things to me couldn’t have been worse then my 17th birthday. It was June and Katie was to graduate soon. The little comfort I took from the whole situation was that soon she would be leaving for collage and I wouldn’t have to see her every day. Maybe then I could finally get over her. She came home from school a week prior to my birthday red faced and crying. She said she had broke it off with her boyfriend but wouldn’t give any details. I tried to put my arm around her and talk to her but she said no and walked away.
Katie walked into my room not long after I woke up on my birthday. It was a Saturday morning and my parents had left early that day to get my grandmother. She lived 4 hours away and was coming to stay with us for a couple of weeks for my birthday and Katie’s graduation.
Katie was standing over me bitting her lower lip.
“Hey sis, what’s up?”
“I wanted to talk to you…….” She had a tear in her eye, “I’m leaving for collage soon and…….. you haven’t really talked to me since before we move in.”
“I……..” was all I could get out. I was confused and slightly angry. It was her not me that had stopped being close to me!
“I……….. thought you wanted space,” was all I could manage.
“No,” she said coldly, tears rolling down her face, “What I wanted………… what I’ve been waiting for……….. since that night before we moved in here………. what I’ve needed to hear………….”
“What?” I asked her.
“God your so………………UUUUHHHH,” she cried, “You still can’t say the words.” I finally understood.
The nights we spent together, sharing a bed. I ran through the conversations in my head as best I could remember them. I realized they had a double meaning. She was saying to me what she thought I had wanted to hear, but I now realized that underneath she was asking me to commit to my real feelings.
It had been almost a year and only now did I understand that she had been asking me to tell her I loved her. I realized that now that nothing on those three nights had been about the sex, it was love. I felt horrible realizing that I was so stupid and I had hurt her.
My eyes grow big from shock as I realized that she had broke up with her boyfriend FOR ME, the day after everything had happened with us that first night. Not only had I not realized that was the true reason for the break up, I made things worse by hooking up with her friend Abby not long after.
Katie turned to leave and I grabbed her arm.
“What now you have something to say?” She was furious.
“Katie…… I ……….” I started but couldn’t get it out. I was so scared. What would it mean for me to tell her the truth now? I was having conflicting emotions. I loved her, Dreamed of her yet I had spent so much time trying to forget all that, focusing on my girlfriend now.
“Katie I’ve wanted …………..” I never got to finish my comment as there came a knock at the front door, “I’ll get the door. Go wash your face and I’ll come talk to you in a couple minute.”
I got up and through on a pair of jeans and left my room.
I went to the door and to find Abby there. She jumped at me and wrapped her arms around me. I kissed her and she giggled.
“I missed you so much,” she said, “I wanted to come here early so I could give you your special birthday present before your parents got home.” She winked at me.
Before I could say a word she grabbed my hand and led me to my room. We laid down on the bed and started kissing. I momentarily forgot about Katie as we sank into our kissing. I didn’t mean to forget her but when my girlfriend had winked at me I realized that she was finally ready to have sex. From there my mind just side tracked and I stopped thinking. I was finally going to get sex, I had wanted my first time to be Katie but my mind wasn’t functioning right at the moment.
We sank deep into our kissing. She began running her hands over my chest since I didn’t have on a shirt. The feeling of her hands was turning me on so much. I moved my hands to the buttons of her shirt. One by one they fell open. I moved my lips lower to her neck as I continued kissing. I ran my hand across her breast over her bra. I realized without looking she was wearing a sports bra. After a couple minutes of teasing her nipple through her cloths I slipped my hand under the fabric rubbing her slowly. Her nipples were hardening as I started rubbing faster.
My free hand found the waistband of her panties under the hem of her jeans. I teased her there with my fingers just inside the elastic for a minute. She started humming softly in anticipation and I moved my hand lower and stopped teasing. I slid my fingers inside her and she moaned loud.
At the same time I felt her hands at my zipper. I groaned in anticipation myself and slid lower to her chest kissing her shoulders. Pulling me out though my now open zipper she began to stroke me. It was my turn to moan. I lifted her sport bra up and began to suck her nipples as I drove deeper with my fingers.
Minutes later she rolled me on my back never letting go of my dick. Lying down she unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off. We kissed deeply and passionately as her hand continued to stroke me. It didn’t take long before she slid her body down and took me into her mouth.
I had on more then one occasion received oral sex from her in the past but she had never done it like this. This time was slow and with so much more love then she had ever given the act before. I felt my self getting close, “I’m gonna cum,” I told her. Katie had trained me good and I always gave Abby notice. I came harder then I ever had with her looking right into her eyes as I did so. She smiled at me as she swallowed. I was shocked because she had never done that before.
“That was part one of your gift,” she told me pulling away. It was so hot I not only stayed hard but actually went harder. She noticed as she held me.
“Some one liked that,” she grinned, “Now for the second part.” She slipped out of her clothes and laid down on her back. She pulled me close to her kissing me deeply.
“I love you,” she said to me breaking our kiss. I didn’t respond with words. I kissed her deeply again. I couldn’t get into that right now. I didn’t want to tell her I wasn’t there. I was so focused on finally getting laid I wasn’t thinking. If we would have stopped to talk of love it wouldn’t have happened.
Kissing her I moved from her lips to her neck, I paused for a moment. She was doing this because she loved me. Could I really do this to her knowing I loved Katie? Could I really take an act of love and be that selfish as to sleep with her now?
She grabbed my dick and moved me to her. With one thrust I would loose my virginity. Then almost predictively I came again on her thigh. She still held me in her hand even after cumming twice I was still hard.
I found out years ago with my self exploration that when motivated I could cum multiple times with out losing my erections. Granted each time I did I produced less and less product to the point that some times it was like a dry heave as it were.
“I’m……..” I started but she cut me off.
“SSShhhhhh, it’s ok. I know your nervous,” she said running her hand across my face, “I love you and it looks like your still ready.”
“I……”
“I told you shush,” she said softly, “I’m ready. I want this.” I was still having my moral debate. It didn’t help she kept telling me that she loved me. She moved me into position again. I was about to push in when the door opened. In one motion I rolled off Abby as she gasped and pulled the blanked over us.
“I’ve been waiting an hour. Who was at the door, Joey?” she asked quietly walking in looking down. Before I could say a word she looked up at us.
More tears came to her eyes and she turned and ran from the room. I felt horrible. I had let my hormones get the best of me and forgotten all about her.
“What was that all about?” Abby asked confused. I was so hurt seeing Katie in tears that I almost didn’t hear Abby. I sat there for a moment and finally said, “She came in here just before you got here and wanted to talk about what had happened when she broke up with her boyfriend a couple weeks ago.”
“Oh, poor girl.”
“Yeah. I forgot when you got here that I had promised to talk to her about it.” I explained.
“You didn’t,” She said harshly, “No wonder she’s upset. She needed someone to talk to and you left her alone.” Abby lightly smacked me on the shoulder. I didn’t say anything as she started pulling her clothes back on. I just sat there looking at her. I didn’t know what else to explain without giving to much away.
“I’m heading home,” she said smiling at me, “Go be a good brother, and we will pick up where we left off later.” She kissed me on the cheek and left my room. I heard the front door close a minute later.
I laid in bed for some time before getting dressed.

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Caroline and the Hot Tub

Here’s my latest story for you all! Also, please read my previous story (Mandy) as it got lost in the well documented website maintenance issue cave of despair…please resurrect! I thank you in advance. Carry on…

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O.C. Ass

Last month I was visiting my cousin in Orange county C.A. for a week when I met the most delightful girl. Her name is Aran, and here is the story.
I was walking through a mall one evening and I saw her shoping at Pac Sun, alone. She was maybe 17, 18 wearing tight little hip huggers with a wide cloth belt, and matching purse, with long dark hair, she was very petite in frame, just the way I like em. So, after I had a nice view of her tight little ass while she looked through the racks idly, I decided to go introduce myslef.
“Hi! I’m Jr.” I said smiling as I walked up to her, “Not alot in here huh?”
“No, not really, I’m just bored right now” She replied.
“Whats your name?” I asked flashing my most charming smile.
“Aran” she said, shyly looking down, she was a little nervous I could tell, time to be witty.
“What? Nobody ever hits on you in clothing stores?” I said jokingly.
“Well, no, not really”
“Well you’re a sexy girl, they should. You dont mind do you? I mean, I just wanna get to know you some” I asked, eyeing her carefully now.
She looked away and said, “No, it’s just different is all, I mean I dont even know you”
“Well there’s only one way to get to know me” I answered
“What’s that?” She said, smiling a little now.
“Head over to Applebee’s with me and grab some dinner, then we can talk some more, besides, the mall is gonna close soon. You dont have any plans do you?” I asked
“Well no, but..” she started to object, better cut her off!
“Come on, it’s right acrossed the parking lot, just dinner, on me” I said quickly.
“Well I guess it’ll be okay” she replied.
“Great! Do you wanna ride over with me?” I asked
“Sure I guess” she answered.
We went over to Applebee’s then and made small talk over dinner, she chattered away about how she was looking for a new job, and blah blah blah. The whole time I was watching her little tities under her shirt, maybe a B-cup, they were great tits. She reminded me of a spryte, or faery or something mythical. She had very delicate features, she was quite beautiful in a way. Being myself however I found myself imagining what a screamer she would be in bed. She was so tiny, I could just imagine how her pussy would feel around my dick. At this time she was saying something to the effect of what a good listener I was, and I was thinking of how I could get her alone. Better come up with something soon, the restaraunt was closing soon.
“So do you wanna go to a party with me? My cousin is throwing one tonight.” I asked her.
“Well, I don’t know…”
“Look, just come check it out with me, if you dont like it we’ll leave, o.k.?” I said.
“Well, o.k., but just for a little while” She agreed.
Sweet! Jackpot, this was gonna be a cakewalk! It was only a short ride over to Jason’s, but i couldnt wait any longer. I hung a left into a supermarket parking lot.
“Where are we going” she asked, as I pulled around the back.
“I changed my mind, we can party right here. Little more intimate you know?” I said as I parked near the back wall, out of site from the road.
” I think you better take me back to my car” she said, slightly worried looking.
“I’ll take you back when I’m done with you, this can go real easy, or real hard” i told her
“What are you talking about, take me back, my friends will wonder where I’m at” She was becoming frantic now.
SMACK, i let fly with the back of my right hand acrossed her face. “BULLSHIT, you were alone, I watched you for an hour before I ever even taked to you. No one called you cell, and no one was ever with you. Now again we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” I told her again.
She went for the door, fumbling it open in a panic. I let her get out before I jumped out after her. She was running, but I caught up quickly at 6’5″ and tackled her hard. She cracked her melon on the concrete pretty good stunning her. i quickly yanked her shirt up over her head tangling her arms up, reached down and jerked her pants down. The little slut wasn’t wearing any panties, and she was completely shaved! I pulled her tight jeans down to her ankles, and pulled her up onto all fours by her hair.
She let out a squeal that I cut off with my hand around her slender neck, squeezing tightly I told her “You need to understand whore, that I am gonna fuck you, and if you try that shit again I will kill you too. Do you understand me?”
She gasped something out that I took for a yes, so I realeased pressure on her throat, and began to rub her smooth little slit with my other hand. She tried to squirm away, but I was far too strong, I easily held her in place. i continued to work on her pussy and clit until eventually, even against her wishes her pussy betrayed her and began to get wet.
‘See that little slut? your pussy knows what you are, even if you wont admit it” with that I undid my pants and pushed the head of my swollen cock against her tight little hole. i had to rub against her for a bit, and finally I forced the head in.
“No, please dont, i’ll give you anything you want, just please aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!” she pleaded in vain, cut off by me jamming the whole 8″ home in her little cunt. She was tight, very nice little fuck, just like I imagined. i took my time, slowly sliding in and out of her there in the back alley ont the cement.
“You like that dont you, you little whore, huh?” I said in her ear. She was sobbing, begging me to stop the whole time, but I just held her down there, slowly fucking her willing pussy, but unwilling mind. Slowly i began to increase my pace in her, takin longer strokes, and faster and harder. Until before long I was pounding at her pussy like a jackhammer. I could hear her soft cries and sobs as I watched her petite frame shake with the violence of the fucking I was giving her. Her tiny breasts jerked with every thrust, and of course the rythmic slapping of my stomach against her ass. She was so tight, I knew I wasn’t gonna last much longer, her sobbing and begging had ceased now.
“This is my pussy, you got that? MINE” I told her, ” I will take this shit whenever I want you little slut, so you better get to liking it” Wtih that I shot my load, right up inside her tight cunt. Shit! I hadnt intended to do that, with a rape kit they’d get me! I had to think fast. I grabbed her by the hair and hauled her over to the car.
“Please, what are you gonna do with me?” She pleaded
“I told you, thats my pussy, and I’ll take it whenever I want, and you need to learn it, now get in the trunk” I said as I popped the trunk open.
Of course she balked at this, so I simply threw her in there, she was so tiny it was easy to overpower her. I slammed the trunk on her, got in the car and lit up a smoke. I sat there and smoked for awhile pondering the possibilities of this new situation. They were endless it seemed, assuming I could train her, and she seemed easy enought to train, I would have some real fun with this girl!

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Letter to Santa – A Holiday Story

The real reason Grandma got married on Christmas Day. Every year Grandpa answers the question, “Why did you and grandma get married on Christmas Day?” This year, gramps gives the true answer

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The club, femdom Ex-girlfriend.

This is a story about a guy who regularly visits an adult private sex-club, and so he does tonight. But tonight he runs into his ex-girlfriend, her new boyfriend and their female friend. The guy somehow gets convinced to join them and gets dominated. This story contains forced male bi-sexual acts.

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The Chalkline

The Chalk Line
a story
by
LePhantom
© 1997
They had met online, in a chat room. He had been attracted by her quiet manner and sent her a rose as an introduction. They instantly formed a bond. Their casual flirting led to deeper discussions of movies and favorite scents, erotic things, sensuality… It blossomed, the next day they found themselves searching, finding each other every time they signed on…
They talked of lives and loves, of things funny and sad… They shared a kiss… tender and gentle, deepening quickly to an almost unmanageable passion… Neither were completely new… neither were completely experienced… Their passions deepened…. they exchanged words of love… both knowing that a meeting in the real world could never happen… both knowing that this was not the first time they had met.
Each time they met, it started the same way… a casual conversation, a sweet word, a gentle affirmation… Then without warning, a single spark flared in one or the other… The touches became real… felt as strongly as if they had been together… Their passions grew with each meeting… Their knowledge of each others likes and dislikes became deeper than any real life lover… They talked and wrote… exchanging stories of erotic days and nights… no fantasy was to small or menial… Finally, they could hold back no longer… with shaking hands he typed his phone number into the computer… “When?” she typed back. “Now” he replied and she disappeared from his screen… Panic set in… had he insulted her? The phone rang, exploding in the quiet… “Hello,” he whispered, afraid to find it wasn’t her. Laughter tinkled softly across the lines and he recognized her… she sounded exactly as she typed… They talked slowly, each learning about the other, each wanting to continue… neither wanting to move. Their voices became soft, barely a whisper… both knew they were only a word away… They met back online… unable to continue without crossing the bounds… they talked of it… each knowing that the next time… it would happen.
They made love many times over the next few months, sometimes online sometimes on the phone… never knowing exactly when it would happen… a word… a sigh… sometime openly stated… sometimes cloaked in vague innuendo… the times together became more and more intense… he teased her about mailing him photographs of her… it became a game of wills each trying to guide the other into a corner. they had exchanged pictures, he knew what she looked like but he didn’t know what she “looked” like underneath all the clothing, he knew her lingerie well enough to have favorite pieces. He knew the colors and the designs. He could picture in his mind the way her fingers looked as they caressed her nipples or gently slipped inside the elastic of her bikini panties. Still he could only imagine.
One day, she called him… excitement ringing in her laughter… words pouring out… quick and staccato… like verbal IM’s.. She was coming to his city… “Could we meet.” she asked, “After all, we are friends as well as lovers.” “We should be able to meet… to speak face to face just one time…” to actually watch each others eyes move… No sex, they agreed, They were just going to look at each other, talk to each other once, in person, so that they could say they had done so.
He went to the registration desk at the hotel and asked for the envelope waiting for him, in it was the key card to her room. His powers of concentration were nonexistent.. His mind wandered ahead of him… to the room upstairs… he felt the same familiar stirring that he got every time he signed on and saw her name… He tried to concentrate on the events as they unfolded… not on what lay ahead… This was just a casual meeting between friends… no sex… no kisses…
The elevator crept upwards gaining slowly on her floor… A short walk down the hall… the key card slipped into the slot, and the door swung slowly open… He caught the first faint smells of vanilla… and he knew…
She was sitting on the bed, her arms outstretched behind her, her palms flat on the bed supporting her and revealing the curve of her breasts. Her legs were crossed, the deep purple dress pulled up enough to afford him a long look at her stocking’d legs, ending in high spiked purple heels. A powdery chalk line was drawn down the length of the room, splitting it in half and separating her from him. There was a chair on his side, facing the bed and next to it a night stand and phone. Another phone rested on the bed beside her next to a small cardboard box. This was not at all what he expected. She silently picked up the phone… her fingers flew quickly over the buttons and instantly the phone beside his chair jangled into life.
He jumped when his extension rang; and she laughed the way he had heard her laugh so many times before… he felt the same stirrings he felt every time his phone rang, every time she signed on, every time her read her letters… He snatched the receiver from it’s cradle, his mouth dry, voice shaky with anticipation.
Hello you, she smilingly breathed into the phone. Hello back, he replied, thinking god this is wonderful, she looks, she sounds, she smells just like I had pictured that would in real life. He understood fully that the line was more than a chalk line, it was the “Line He Could Not Cross”. The sound had been turned off on his receiver, so the voice was coming from her, not it. But she continued to talk into the receiver, just like she had so many times before with him, toying with the phone cord, wrapping it around her fingers and kind of stroking it across her breasts while staring intently at him.
“I’m wearing a black silk dress, no bra, a black garter belt, natural stockings, and black strappy heels.” “No panties… today,” she added as an afterthought. And she slowly uncrossed her legs allowing a fleeting glimpse, her skirt slid a little higher. “I’ll bet if you could see me, you’d enjoy the view,” she whispered.
It was, as if his imagination had blossomed fully, the things he had only thought he saw for the past months were before his eyes. The familiar hardening coursed through him as he slid the zipper down. “I am soo hard,” he whispered.” and I can feel your fingers on me.” His fingers wrapped around his stiffness directed by her desires. “Touch me.” she whispered back. “”Let me feel your hands on me.”
Slowly his hand moved over his stiffness, as he knew hers would. “Oh god,” he thought, “I could cum right now if I let myself.” He loved bringing her to orgasm before they finally came together in a frenzy of moans.. “Slip your dress off, he whispered, and she placed the telephone on the bed as she stood, slipping the straps down over her shoulders and letting the soft black silk slide to the floor. “It’s off,” she breathed softly into the telephone, as she leaned back against the headboard. With two soft clunks, her shoes fell to the floor, “and my shoes are off too.”
Her black lingerie contrasted against her creamy skin. Her soft red hair framed her face as he had imagined it would. A soft mound of red sprouted from the ‘V’ of her legs. Her hands began to slowly explore her body, in perfect imitation of his thoughts, down over her breasts, stopping only to gently squeeze her nipples, as she knew he would Sighing, her eyes closed, her shoulders went back thrusting her upward. He could tell that she was both aware of his presence and oblivious to it. His hands moved slowly over his cock as he slipped his pants down over his legs. Her head turned towards him, her lips parted, tongue moistening them in preparation for what was to come… “Can you feel my fingers touching you,” he whispered? “Yess,” she moaned softly into the receiver. “I can.” Her hand slid down over her stomach towards the soft mound of hair, exploring as it went, in the same way she knew that he would explore her.
“Would you like me to take my stockings off,” she whispered into the phone, knowing exactly how much that excited him. She quickly unfastened the garter, sliding the soft stockings down over her legs, slowly, agonizingly, then tossing them casually on the floor. His hand moved slowly over his hardness… in perfect imitation of the way she would. Her head turned towards him and their eyes met as her fingers gently parted the soft folds in search of the tiny button that would release her passions. “Touch me,” she whispered, “I want to feel your hands on me.” “Touch me, while I touch you.” He slide down slowly in the chair, his hand gliding smoothly over his stiffening cock as her fingers delicately entered her wetness.
Her legs opened as if to accept him, “I want to feel your tongue on me,” she moaned. His hand moved faster on his cock.. Her fingers moved in tiny circles over her clitoris her left hand pressed against the soft mound as her right hand slipped deeply inside… her back arched. “I’m taking you into my mouth,” she whispered, the phone long abandoned on the bed, “can you feel it?” “Yesssss.” he groaned…
Her fingers moved inside her, probing, exploring, searching in perfect imitation of him… In and out, moving quickly then slowly then quickly again. His stroking matched her movements. Her left hand moved to her breasts, clutching at them, squeezing, kneading… gently rolling the nipples between her fingers… tugging at them. Her legs strained to open wider, to allow him entrance to her, her hips thrust up against him, rolling from one shoulder to the other as she squirmed under him… her moans increased, no longer able to stifle them, his stroking became faster, more intense, his body stiffened in anticipation of the coming onslaught.
Her eyes clenched tightly together, her teeth bit down on her lip in a vain attempt to quiet the building cries, her head turned again towards him, her eyes opening, her gaze fixed on his stiffened cock, her tongue passed over her lips as if to taste it. The sight of his stroking intensified her passion…, her breaths came in gasps… “Yesssss,” she whispered hoarsely and he knew she enjoyed watching as much as being watched.
Her fingers moved furiously against her swollen clitoris as his hand stroked his stiffened cock… Her hand alternately caressed and kneaded her breasts, her body twisted and turned on the bed… her eyes moved from his cock to his face… locking for an instant with his… her hips heaved upwards to meet him and her beautiful thighs quivered in anticipation of the building orgasm… Harder and faster her hands moved, in perfect rhythm with his… Deep in her throat, a tiny whimper of ecstasy began to build.
Their eyes locked together as his cock began to throb, faster and faster they moved, her whimper building in spite of her vain attempts to hold it in… closer and closer they moved towards the edge… together… in perfect harmony… The contractions began to ripple through her stomach, like the ripples in a lake, his back arched as the fluid poured through him. Together, their moans became screams of passion, each drowning out the other.
Together they writhed in ecstasy pouring the juices of love out, mixing them, blending them as they hand for weeks on the phone… again and again, she contracted as each aftershock passed through her… her moans became a song blending with his in a duet of passion and love…. exploding with flashes of light through their bodies.
Over and over, the spasms coursed through them until they sagged, spent, eyes still watching each other, smiles playing across their lips… “So”, she whispered, “do you still want to honor that line?”
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