“So, when you get back to your house, are you gonna make her shower first or fuck like she is?” asked Raman her of her husband.
He replied, “I’m gonna fuck her like…hopefully full of cum.”
At that time, Wahida was bouncing on Michel’s cock. “Spit that cum out for me,” she yelled.
Seconds later, Michel was moaning and trying to catch his breath. Wahida rose off his cock and globs of white cum dripped out with it. She let everybody get a look it, see how creamy and gooey it was, and sank back onto his prick.
He kept fucking her, enjoying the slippery feel that his cum gave her pussy. He’d slide all the way in and pull out with a wet and shiny cock. Then he’d spread it around to cover his whole cock and balls as the last of his juices leaked into her wet twat.
Wahida wiped some of it up with her hand and tasted it. “It tastes nice and sweet,” she said as she wiped up some more swallowed it. Then she fell to the floor and started sucking it all off his cock.
Sunny was watching the entire time. He was massaging his cock to keep it hard for her, but she was so nasty that it made him feel like he was watching a porno.
The longer he masturbated, the better it felt, and it got to the point that he couldn’t hold back anymore. Cum was blazing up his shaft.
“Ready for some more?” he said. He put his cock in her face and stroked his meat.
Wahida opened her mouth wide and started flicking her tongue on the sensitive lower potion of his cock head and breathed warm air on his penis.
“Ohhhh!” shouted Sunny as his cock spit hot, sticky spunk all over Wahida face and mouth. He jerked it hard, making the last few drops of cum splatter on her cheeks, mouth, and up her nose.
She lapped at it, sucked at it, and blew bubbles with it. Then she’d suck on his cock to get whatever semen remained and swallow that too.
Her face was drenched in cum. She smeared it all over while she smacked her lips on it and moaned with delight. Then she started sucking their dicks and licking her fingers as she gazed at the camera seductively.
The guys stared in amazement, all five cocks (including the cameraman) still throbbing and jumping.
“You know, Raman,” said Raman Cummings to her husband, “we have a lot of wives who want to be in this series. She is the tops right now.”
He could only imagine how much fun they were going to have at the hotel tonight. Whew!
Chapter: 3
After what happened in the second shoot of Raman’s new video series, he was really excited to start working on the third. He’d had two hot married women so far, and there was a list that was getting longer by the day of women who wanted to try it out.
This time Raman chose a woman because she’d mentioned something about wanting to get into the porn industry. That made her less likely to chicken out at the last minute.
She and her husband were from Nepal, so Raman, his cameraman, and porn star, Richard, flew out there to meet with them. They seemed to have a happy marriage and were very comfortable with their choice to do this.
It was amazing, though, that they looked so much alike. They could easily have been mistaken for brother and sister.
The shoot was filmed in their house. They wouldn’t have it any other way. The cameraman got set up and pointed to Raman, which meant the camera was rolling.
“This is Kanchi and Philip and they’re from New York, as you might guess.”
He turned towards them and continued, “So, you told me you’ve been thinking about what the swingers’ life might be like. You’ve seen the Screw My Spouse ads and you think this may be a way to get your big toe wet a little?”
Philip said, “Yeah, we’ve been discussing her getting to fuck a porn star.”
Like his wife, he was tall and slender with long hair and a cute smile. His hair was brown, his wife’s hair, red.
“How long have you been married?” Raman asked.
“Four years.”
Raman smiled, said, “Look at the grins on your faces.” Philip and Kanchi had been smiling at him the whole time they spoke. It was like they were two children waiting eagerly to get on a new ride at the playground.
“Well, we’re going to bring in somebody experienced for you then. We’re going to bring in Richard.”
“Wow.”
“If you want to get fucked really well, he’s the guy who will do it. He’ll show you all the positions and you can learn. So while you’re being a slut wife, you can learn how to possibly be a porn star for later down the road if you decide to pursue that stage.”
“What do you think, honey?” asked Kanchi.
“I like it,” he replied.
“Let’s give it a try.”
“First, let’s show the camera what you look like,” said Raman as he was helping her to her feet.
Kanchi stood with a huge smile on her face, but her heart was racing. She was really nervous. She looked good for a woman her age, but she couldn’t help but feel insecure about whether or not she’d be able to perform the way real porn stars did.
Once Kanchi was standing, Raman said, “Ooh, look at this butt on her.”
She was wearing a blue top with a black leather skirt. It hugged her curves and made her look really sexy.
Raman grasped the skirt and said, “We’re gonna just take this up a bit.”
He raised the skirt. Two fleshy mounds of ass appeared from behind it like a curtain being raised on a stage. Her ass cheeks were parted by a black thong.
“Whoa, look at this. Richard Hollywood’s a lucky guy.”
Raman started groping her ass the way he did with the other wives. She didn’t seem to mind too much, as none of the others minded either.
“Let’s see those breasts. Take it all off,” he said politely.
Kanchi lowered the straps on her shirt and out came her tits. Raman was shocked. He thought Kanchi was wearing a bra. She wasn’t. Her tits were very firm.
“Nice,” said Raman. “Very nice. You’re a lucky guy.”
“Thanks,” said Philip.
He called Richard into the room. Kanchi still had her tits out.
Philip said in a loud and jolly voice, “So, you’re gonna fuck my wife, huh?” It was a funny question and it seemed to lighten the tension in the room.
“If it’s alright with you, its works for me,” joked Richard.
There were a few more brief moments of joking and then Raman told them to have at it.
Richard was very attracted to Kanchi’s breasts. They were so firm and the nipples were a dark, reddish brown like her hair. He cupped them and then took one into his mouth as Raman and Philip were getting seated.
He moved to the other tit. He gave it a hard suck and let it pop from his mouth.
He could feel Kanchi trembling slightly even though she was wearing a big smile. It was understandable that she would be nervous, and there was something about it that turned him on even more, made him want to satisfy her better.
He touched her crotch. There was a lot of heat coming from her snatch.
He looked at her legs. They were nice and long and she had a very dark tan.
He pulled her panties down and helped her step out of them. He handed them to Raman, who just happened to enjoy sniffing girls’ panties.
Richard and Kanchi started by kissing. They were quick kisses that lasted just long enough to get their bodies heated. Their lips smacked together and then they’d separate.
It went on like this a few times more until Kanchi started letting her lips linger on his a little longer. Then she stuck her tongue in his mouth. Richard gladly accepted it and started swirling his tongue in circles with hers.
He sat her on the bed. She slid back and spread her legs.
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“Ohh,” said Raman. “She’s got a ring on there too.”
She looked so hot with her bald cunt on display like that. Richard touched her clit and started playing with the piercing before he dropped to his knees. A pussy that pink and wet needed to be licked.
“Ohhh, yeah,” moaned Kanchi when she felt him pleasuring her clit. He flicked it all around the clit and the earring, tossing it from side to side with his tongue.
His tongue gradually moved lower with every pass. He used his thumbs to spread her pussy lips open as he neared the sweeter regions of her nest and started lapping up cunt juice.
Kanchi looked to her left and said, “Would you like to join in Raman?”
“I’d love to.”
“Is that okay with you?” she asked Philip.
It was, so Raman wasted no time in whipping out a throbbing hard cock and putting it in Kanchi’s face.
Kanchi grabbed it firmly and started stroking it. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive cock head before taking him in her warm mouth.
“Mmmm,” moaned Kanchi.
The suction was strong and she was using her hand to stroke more of him into her mouth as Richard was working wonders with his tongue and fingers below.
“She knows how to suck cock,” Raman grunted.
That was the same thing she was thinking about Richard Hollywood. He had her pussy greased like a baking pan. Having Raman’s meaty prick filling up her mouth was only adding to the pleasure.
Her husband watched as Richard got undressed and took Raman’s place in his wife’s mouth. Philip’s hand had found its way down his pants and he was slowly masturbating.
Richard could barely concentrate on getting his clothes off. Kanchi had taken hold of his cock and started sucking it as soon as he unzipped his pants.
Raman was right about one thing—Kanchi was a pro at giving blowjobs. The things she did with her tongue and jaws could put any porn star to shame.
She felt Raman smacking the side of her head with his cock. She stopped playing with her pussy and looked up. Passion was deeply apparent on her face. She was extremely turned on. She took hold of the other cock and hungrily stuffed it in her mouth.
“Suck those two cocks. Suck those two porn stars,” shouted Philip.
She took turns sucking their cocks for a long while. Her legs got wider as time passed on. Her cunt was glowing as juices seeped between the split.
Philip got up and said, “I wanna see my pretty little wife’s pussy get fucked.” He helped her up and out of what little clothing she had left on her gorgeous body.
Richard suggested she lay in a position that would allow her to look over at her husband while he was fucking her. It was a great idea so she did, and Richard eagerly slipped in between her thighs.
Kanchi grimaced and moaned in pain when she felt the huge cock head pushing at her tiny hole. Richard had to rub it up and down to get it lubed up enough to slide in. But once it was in, there were no disappointments on either side.
Kanchi’s pussy was tight enough to squeeze juice from a cucumber. Richard was ramming into her for all he was worth. The bed was squeaking and she was crying out as her tits jiggled up and down.
He fucked her so hard that her body was sliding closer to the edge of the bed. Her head fell over the edge and it put her face-to-face with her husband who was smiling at her.
She smiled back and said, “It’s good; it’s so good!” Then the smile disappeared and her face became twisted with passion.
Raman made a comment about the fact that Richard might be auditioning a new porn star of the future. Between moans, Richard said she might be perfect, and kept bucking into her tight cunt.
Then he said, “As a matter of fact, she is perfect.”
Then he pinned her legs so far back that her knees touched her head. He climbed completely on top of her in the power driver position and began slamming his cock into her.
“Oh, I love it,” screamed Kanchi. “Baby, thank you so much.”
“Yeah, thank you so much, baby,” said Richard sarcastically as he continued pounding his wife’s cunt.
“More, oh, please Richard’t stop! Oh, baby!” Kanchi screamed.
But Richard did stop. He wanted Kanchi to ride him.
He lay in her space, which was warm and damp with sweat. Kanchi mounted him in the reverse cowgirl position.
“Yeah, we can see her beautiful body from here,” said Raman.
She leaned to the rear and arched her back as she felt Richard’s prick stretching her inner walls. Her tits bounced as she bounced on his shaft. Her legs were cocked wide open.
“Honey, you like it?”
“I love it,” said Philip. He was still masturbating in the chair.
Kanchi started raising her pelvis and slamming it on his cock with as much force as she could. The bed was squeaking and hitting the wall. Raman and Philip were cheering them on as they both cried out in ecstasy. The cameraman was the only quiet person in the room at this point.
Richard bent her over doggy-style and fucked her from behind. “Come on! Yeah, show your husband what nasty slut you are! I think it turns him on to see how nasty you can be! Beg for it! Beg for it!”
“Please screw me! Oohhhhh, harderrrr!”
Kanchi’s pussy was greasy. It was exceedingly tight.
Richard felt an intense pull on his cock every time he pulled back. It was like his cock was being milked. The tingles got more intense and he found himself gritting his teeth as semen started shooting up his shaft.
He motioned for Kanchi to lie down. It was time for the all-important cum shot. He started stroking his cock in her face.
She stuck her tongue out and licked at it as milky white cum started landing in her mouth, hair, and all over her face.
“Yeah, get it all over my wife’s face. Take his load, baby.”
Richard smeared it around her lips with his spent cock and stroked the remaining jizz in between her lips.
Now that it was over, Raman offered to take everyone out for some pizza.
As they were eating their pizza, a thought passed through Raman’s mind. He never would have thought something this perverted would be so successful. But then again, with everyone being so perverted these days, it only made sense that it would.
Perhaps he could make his little hobby into a profitable business.
The End
Fairmount Palliser
“The Palliser,” I said. “Call me when you get to the parking garage.”
Finally! We had been waiting for months and now we were to meet. Twenty minutes later another ring.
“Suite 531, just like your birthday, the door will be open,” I told my beautiful partner.
Now I relaxed in the oversized chair for the most desirable woman in the world.
The door silently eased open and there she was. Blue jeans and a white blouse were hardly the proper attire for the Rimrock Restaurant, but slung over her arm was clothing bag.
“Nice white dress?” I chided. She had always worn black; the white dress was a special request.
Closing and locking the door, she scrunched up her nose and moved into the bedroom of our corner suite without a word. The rattle of hangers and running water in the sink were the only sounds. A soft, feminine chuckle followed the water being turned off. Then she appeared in the doorway.
You have never seen such a sexy, promising smile as she walked over to me. I watched. Standing in front of my knees, she kicked off her shoes and sat in my lap. While kissing me she swung her legs over the arm of the chair on my left and ground her ass onto my cock. We both moaned as our fulfillment began.
As we kissed, I kept my hands away from her body and caressed her hair, ears, neck and forehead. She in turn kept arching her back wanting attention. As I ran my fingernails down the side of her neck she had finally had enough teasing. With a whimper her right hand captured mine and moved it to her blouse buttons. One at a time, slowly, oh so slowly, I slipped the first three from the holes holding them. Her tongue moved more rapidly; her breathing became more ragged. My hand moved back to her neck and followed her neck to the center of her chest.
“Right or left?” I pondered. A pair of 36C’s caused my consternation. The lacy yellow bra was only a minor distraction. Each breast was perfect. The nipples both sought attention.
“Definitely right,” I decided. I moved my hand up and ran my fingers around her areola over her lacy garment. She was rubbing her thighs together, grinding her ass harder and pulling my head to her lips waiting for me to rub her nipple. I slid my hand under her bra.
“Oh YES!” she moaned as I attended to her hard nub. She moaned from her depths. Obviously the months we had been separated had created a volcanic effect in her and she was about to blow higher than Mount St. Helen. The rubbing, the grinding, the kissing and the pinching of her nipple were enough for a tremor to begin in her body.
“Oh NO!” she next groaned. Her body went rigid on my lap. Then the quivering began. I gave equal attention to each breast and kept her peak going as long as I could…a considerable amount of time.
“Oh MY!” she finally sighed as she stretched her arms over her head. She lay back and tried to relax. Sensing my opportunity I ran my hand down her belly past her belt and cupped her mound. The heat was intense. I rubbed her pussy through her jeans and moved my other hand to her breasts. She tried to sit up but I easily held her down with my right hand. My left began loosening the belt and removing my obstacles. My hand slid inside her yellow lace panties and discovered two wet, puffy lips.
I inserted two fingers into the most beautiful pussy with resistance. Was she tight! As I moved them methodically in and out she tried to sit up with more urgency.
“No, NO, NOOOO NOT AGAIN!” her body rose as if levitating. Only her shoulders and the back of her knees made contact with the arms of the great chair, not including my hands on her pussy and breasts. Her head snapped back. She held herself rigid but her body quivered like a tuning fork. My fingers continued to gently strum her sensitive clit. I moved my fingers from her breasts to her mouth and she sucked them in. I could feel her tongue bathing them. Finally I took pity on her and let her come down.
“Two to nothing,” I observed.
“Three, four and here comes FIVE,” as she rubbed her thighs together. She looked incredible as she came. Her face suffused with color. Her mouth open and her eyes screwed shut; she somehow managed an angelic smile. The last button still held on her blouse and her jeans were now half way to her knees. As her ass lifted from my lap I slid my hand under her and squeezed her cheeks alternating with caresses.
“How incredible! Do you do that on all your first dates?” she asked.
“Of course, or you may not be back for a second date.”
“And how can I be sure you’ll be back?” she asked. Not waiting for my answer, she kicked off her jeans and slid to the floor between my knees. I knew where this was going.
“I think it’s time for dinner,” I told her.
“I know,” she said as her hands unbuckled my belt. This time I tried to sit up only to be gently restrained. As she pushed me back she pulled my slacks and briefs off.
“Ummmm,” then she dove for the first course. As her tongue caressed the tip of my cock her hands moved under my shirt. As her lips captured my crown her hands ripped my shirt apart. As her mouth slid down her fingers slid lightly over my nipples. As she took me into her throat my hips bucked up and she grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed.
She began a rhythm and started me to the edge. I was so distracted that I lost the location of one of her hands. As I enjoyed the action between my legs, this squishing sound captured a portion of my hearing. One of her dainty hands had remained on my chest while the other had moved between her legs and was rubbing her clit.
“Ummmm,” sounded again from her throat, sending vibrations to my soul. She moved her hand from her pussy and placed it by my lips. I began to lick and suck enjoying the flavor of the tasty digits. Her other hand moved from my chest to refill the void between her legs.
“Ummmm,” again as she now took me into her throat. She moved her hand from my mouth to my nipples and the other from her pussy to my cock. She coated the base with her juices then let me lick the fingers clean. Then she went all the way down my cock and I could feel her tongue recapturing her juices. This continued until…..
“Ummmm,” we both moaned as I filled her mouth again and again as she sucked. There was a brief pause as she came. My cum splashed down her throat and some came back out as she couldn’t swallow it all. She collapsed forward and licked the cum off my body. I couldn’t move. She hugged her arms around my waist as her head rested in my crotch. I could feel her rockhard nipples against my legs as she rubbed them sensuously. Minutes passed as we reveled in our sexual haze.
“The shutout is gone and the score is EIGHT to one!” she stated. “We’ll go for extra innings after dinner. Now are you going to feed me?”
“Of course, I want you to keep your strength up.”
We moved to the bath and washed each other in the shower. The temptation was great but we resisted so we could play a riskier game.
“Now get out while I get dressed,” she knew what would transpire if I remained. I had the pleasure of watching her apply her makeup. Every man should have the pleasure of watching a naked, beautiful woman primp. But now she was asking for her secret time. This was the time where each woman prepares for romance. Chastised, I moved to the parlor hearing the door close behind me.
Twenty minutes. That’s how long it took Milo to sculpt Venus. The door opened to a vision. Beautiful hair, more than lovely face with a Mona Lisa smile. The dress was a feat of engineering: white as requested with a cowl front descending to below her breasts. Tied behind her neck leaving her perfect back exposed. White thigh highs and three inch heels completed the package that the public would see.
“Panties?” I wondered, but a gentleman would never ask. I knew I would find out later and the suspense would drive up the heat. A quick spin and we were out the door.
The restaurant was on the first floor and the elevator trip was uneventful. Rrrighttt! She stood as far away as possible from me. She would turn to look in the mirrored wall (and give me a view of her ass and bare back). Then she would turn to the front and adjust her dress. The bulge in my pants showed how uneventful the ride was.
Marcel, our maitre d’, met us and was speechless. We had to shock him back to the present. I had reserved a corner booth with windows overlooking the street on two sides. Semi-private was just fine and in my plan. As Marcel moved the table aside for her to sit I realized I was out of position and he somehow was right where he wanted to be. You crouched down and gave him a view to your navel and then turned your body, legs open and dispelled any doubts about the status of your panties. Now he knew something I didn’t!
The service for our dinner was over the top. Four servers, Marcel and a knockout English babe served us water constantly. Together they gave us their complete attention. After all, who could ignore such a dashing couple! I looked like a distinguished gentleman, 6'2" about 195 pounds and in excellent condition. OK, my present partner eclipsed me. Who could get passed a beautiful brunette perfectly coiffed. Her 5'7" body was perfect for her 3" heels. For three hours we enjoyed each other’s company. With our sexual edge satisfied in the room, we became reacquainted intimately by conversing and laughing. Dinner included some touching but more anticipation-building. We had a great time enjoying each other. Did we eat??
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The water or the wine had your kidneys swimming and you excused yourself to find the Ladies Lounge…all the way on the other side of the lobby. As soon as you left the restaurant our English water server came over to fill our glasses AGAIN. This time the message was different.
“Pardon me, sir. I have an offer for you and your woman. Me.”
Oh boy! My mind spun with the options. Sandi, her tag read, was incredibly luscious in her conservative skirt and uniform blouse.
“Well, Sandi, I love your offer but my partner may not want to share our time together. Tell you what. I’ll apprise her of your generous offer when she gets back and we’ll let you know. Alright?”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” she said and turned to go.
“Excuse me Sandi. I need some proof of your intentions…your panties.”
The look in her eyes was priceless. “I’ll be right back,” she said.
“No! Right here and right now!” I tested her.
This was her challenge. Give in, submit, or move on. She moved back to the table which gave me my answer. She moved as close as she could to me and placed the water carafe on the table. With a cryptic smile on her face she pulled up the center of her skirt with both hands exposing two very long legs in thigh high stockings. I received only a glimpse of the Promised Land as her hands moved to the side of her waist. Bending over as little as possible she pulled one leg free then the other. In front of me on the table was a nice pale blue pile of damp lace. Without a word she turned and left.
The scent of her arousal rose to my nose. While inhaling deeply I heard your laugh and returned to the present. Marcel had you cornered at the concierge station. He kissed your hand and appeared to graze your breast. He obviously hoped for more but you moved quickly and returned to your lover. He thought to follow but sadly shook his head and yelled at the next people in line!
This time you sat down without assistance and appeared extremely flushed. In front of you there was that pile of blue lace. In your hand you held out a pile of very damp white lace. This was turning into a panty raid.
“You certainly were busy,” we said at the same time.
“My trip to the lounge was almost very eventful,” you began. “Marcel left people in line to escort me to the lounge. He was ready to follow me in when several women came in from the ballroom. I sat and laughed as I removed my surprise for you and waited to be sure he left. But as I came out he was still there. He grabbed my hand with the panties and felt the moisture. As we walked back he sniffed his hand and knew what I had. He tried so hard to get me to open my hand but had to settle for a kiss on the hand. He wants me!”
“Of course he does,” I said. “It must be something in the air.”
She gave me the whites and picked up the blues. “Nice! And pre-scented!”
“Let me explain.” I told her my story and her eyes sparkled. “What do you think? I have no interest in being with another man. Have you ever considered a woman?”
You fidgeted with her panties and moved them to your nose. Inhaling deeply you nodded your head. “Why not? She is beautiful and she can be my gift to both of us!”
Did I mention I love this woman!!
The blues disappeared under the table as you slipped them on. I reached over and pressed them into your pussy. Gently you moaned. “Rub your nipples,” I said. As I slipped two fingers around the center strap into your pussy your right hand slid into your dress. Now both your juices and Sandi’s were on the blues. You slumped forward and vibrated.
“When you’re ready, it’s time to go. I’ll pass Sandi a note with our room number on the way out. Do you think an hour after we leave will give us enough time to conduct our business?” All you could do is nod. I helped you from your seat and got the view Marcel enjoyed earlier. You walked unsteadily through the restaurant holding on to me. Sandi smiled as I took you passed her and I said an hour would be great. I slipped her the note with our room number. The note was wrapped in white lace!
When the elevator came I forced you into a corner and removed your breasts by pushing the cowl to each side. I only got two quick licks in before the car stopped at the second floor. You didn’t have time to cover up so you wrapped your arms around my body and forced your chest into my side. Four middle-aged business types joined us and fell silent as the doors closed. One of them pushed “8”. This would not be an easy exit for you.
Ding-ding-ding… The fifth floor. As the doors opened you shocked me when you pushed me aside and bare breasted walked between the men and off the elevator. I was rooted to the spot. You turned and said, “Are you coming?” Five cocks rose instantaneously and four chins dropped. With your hands on your hips you cocked your hip. “Not yet,” I said beating the others to the punch. I exited just as the doors closed. We could hear the groans as the car left and someone punching the buttons belatedly.
“What a wonderful evening!” you said. Now you untied your top and let your dress cascade to the floor. Now you started off with only your pale blues, stockings and heels.
“Hey! I like this dress!”
“It’s yours,” you said.
“OK,” I said picking up the dress. “But you’ll need this.”
Turning you saw me hold up the room key. You walked back to me and held out your hand. I took that opportunity to kiss you and slide the card key into the front of your blues.
“Cool!” you moaned as the plastic hit your clit. This time you walked to our door rubbing your nipples. I followed at a distance enjoying the view.
You reached the door before me but couldn’t open it. “Damn. I can never get these things to work.”
“Perhaps it’s not lubed enough,” as I took it from her hand. “It’s a little known fact that the wetter these things are, the better they work.” Sounds good. I slipped the card back into the blues. My hand followed over the top of the card and my fingers bent up in between her lips forcing the plastic against her clit. Oh the lube flowed! You leaned into me and bit my shoulder. I then pushed you against the cold door.
“ENOUGH! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!” Never before has a door opened so quickly. You slammed the door and pushed me toward the bedroom. Shoving me onto the bed you ripped off the blues. Like a panther you attacked my belt pulling my pants to my ankles. Seeing my cock drove you into a frenzy. With my cock standing tall and hard you climbed on the bed and positioned your pussy above me. Down you moved taking all of me on the first stroke. You held that position like a statue. I could feel the heat and the motion inside your body. Then you began to rock. Then you would move up and down. Then you would stop. This drove me wild seemingly forever. I was holding out as long as possible. I felt you begin to move faster, your breathing more ragged.
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“YESYESYESYES……..” We came together. You collapsed onto me as I grabbed your asscheeks. We both fell asleep immediately. What an incredible six hours with more to come!
I woke to an empty bed. The clock showed about an hour later and there was a soft, but insistent, knocking at the door. I quickly got up wondering what happened to my vision. When I cleared the bedroom door I saw her.
She was in the chair we had previously made use of and she was again making use of it. She was in her own world. Slouched with eyes closed, one hand held a breast the other was buried between her legs. I beheld her while I groped for the door handle. I opened it without looking. Sandi stood there looking at me, at first. She followed my gaze. Mesmerized, she moved toward the chair. As she moved, items of clothing began to hit the floor. I closed the door and leaned against it watching.
Beauty moved to Beauty. Sandi tossed her blouse and bra aside. Then she shed her shoes. As she stood near the chair her hands moved to her waist. Skirt and white panties slithered down her long legs as one item. She bent at the waist allowing me an incredible view and pulled the clothing away leaving only her thigh-highs. My Beauty never stopped and never opened her eyes since I first saw her. Her moans were coming more rapidly. Her hands moved more quickly.
Sandi fell to her knees and placed her hands on two vibrating knees. Both women smiled as Sandi slid her hands up those soft thighs. Nicole was smiling, then she opened her eyes. A shock appeared on her face as she realized it was Sandi between her thighs. I began to move forward. She looked at me and the smile reappeared. Her eyes closed again as Sandi licked the moist place where Nicole’s hands had been.
“OHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH,” Nicole exclaimed. Sandi was riding a bucking bronco with her mouth. Nicole had both hands on the back of Sandi’s head entwined in her hair. Sandi was tugging at both breasts and pulling the hard nipples. I knelt behind the offered body and slowly moved my diamond hard cock into the tightest of pussies. Not expecting this intrusion Sandi raised her mouth from its succulent feast and groaned to the depths of her soul. Nicole wasn’t having any of it and pulled Sandi back to her previous endeavor. I held myself still and my conjoined partner went back to work. Seconds later Nicole exploded. Her body jumped from the chair. Sandi grabbed Nicole’s ass cheeks and pulled her even closer, sucking the flowing juices. Sandi’s movement forced her back even deeper onto my cock. As Nicole humped Sandi’s face a rhythm developed.
I felt Sandi’s pussy grabbing my cock, milking it. Nicole collapsed back into the chair and Sandi lay her head on a very satisfied, vibrating pussy. Sandi had her arms around Nicole’s waist as I began to pleasure her. She moaned on every stroke. Nicole bent forward and rubbed Sandi’s back and pulled her hair. Sandi’s orgasm hit. Nicole held her as I pumped my load into her spasming pussy. Nicole rubbed my nipples and played with Sandi’s tight rosebud. As I was finishing Nicole pulled my cock out and placed it between Sandi’s cheeks. She used my fluids to insert her index finger into Sandi’s nether hole and take her to greater heights as her second orgasm hit. Nicole pumped her finger vigorously as I rubbed Sandi’s clit. She now was jabbering an unknown dialect. She REALLY lost it! We had to hold her through her pleasure. She went on this way for what seemed to be minutes. Then she went limp, unconscious.
“OK, I’m next for that treatment,” Nicole said. “Incredible!!!!!”
We leaned across Sandi’s limp body and enjoyed a passionate soul kiss. Our tongues dueled. We caressed each other. Only when Sandi groaned did we stop. I pulled away from Sandi, picked her up and placed her in the oversized chair with Nicole to hold and fondle. What a beautiful sight. Two fantastic women hugging; breasts mashed against each other enjoying an unsisterly like kiss. They entwined their legs and in a relaxed manner slowly moved against each other.
I moved away to recharge and, more importantly, pour the champagne. Both women heard the clink of the glasses and looked up at me with sultry smiles. As I handed them each a glass my cock began to stiffen. They noticed….
Looking at each other, they smiled and slowly stood. Sandi kissed me first a long hot kiss. When she moved away Nicole moved in. “Thank you,” she said before kissing me and moving her body into mine. Sandi hugged both of us. After a while Nicole broke off the kiss and with champagne glass in one hand and my cock in the other she drew me toward the bedroom. Sandi captured one of my free arms holding my hand on her wet pussy and made sure I was restrained as we moved. Sandi retrieved the bottle of White Star as we passed it.
The night was unbelievable. We reached the bed and made use of half the king-sized object. Closeness, intimacy is what we craved. We talked, as we drank our champagne and gently caressed whoever we wanted to caress.
After a time we made love. One on one or two on one, we all shared our passions. Nicole and Sandi brought themselves off as I watched. It seemed to be a competition. Who could hold off the longest? It was again incredible to watch the two techniques. While Nicole moved sensuously and focused on her clit and pussy, Sandi moved forcefully and equally stimulated her breasts and clit. Then one triggered the other. Talk about intense! As they came, Nicole placed her right leg over Sandi’s left. This contact set them off again. Coming down they rolled into each other hugging and kissing. Then they seemed to realize what they had done, in front of me. Nervous laughter filled the room and two beautiful women blushed — all over!
Then they moved toward me. As they held me down they debated whether I should take care of myself as they had. Back and forth they reasoned. Finally they decided that nothing should go to waste and if anyone was going to bring me off, it would be them! And did they!!!!
Epilogue: About two hours into our session there was a ruckus in the hall. Shouting and screaming distracted us. We heard Marcel’s voice as if in pain. Sandi laughed hysterically. When we calmed her down she explained. Marcel noticed when I spoke with Sandi on the way out of the Rimrock and he cornered her. He demanded to know the room number and since I paid cash for the dinner (Great tip for Sandi) he had no other way. To escape him Sandi gave him the room number NEXT to ours, 533. Turned out that Mr. & Mrs. Garelli were in there, a very jealous Mr. Garelli! Word is Marcel missed a week of work recuperating.
Sandi is now the maitre’d at the Rimrock, or should I say hostess, and absolutely glows when we show up for our monthly dinner!
The End
A Summer, Fall and Sunflower
If Tully had chosen another profession, he would be about ready for retirement now. As he tried to stand up straight after his long, long spring day in the orchard, his fleeting thought was that, like his father, he was born on this land and worked his entire life on its beautiful rolling acres. For fifty years it was a wonderful life. With Betty by his side they had raised four children, been financially successful and loved their work. Even after all those years and after long tiring days, they would often walk out among the trees, hand-in hand, kiss and watch the sunset.
Life wasn’t like that now. Ten years ago Betty got sick. Year after year he watch disease twist her body and pain take the sparkle out of her eyes. He prayed every night, she prayed, the family prayed, the church prayed and their friends prayed, God never even grunted in response. Five years ago, Betty died. Tully did not cry; he was out of tears by then. He almost felt relief, knowing she would not hurt and worry about him any more. He was angry with God and he was so very lonely.
Work wasn’t the same alone. Tully never shirked his duties but the wonder, the specialness and the love was no longer on the land. The orchard was magnificent this year. There had been enough healthy bees; the weather cooperated; all the varieties of trees were setting so much fruit that before harvest, it would have to be thinned or the branches would have to be shored up. If only Betty could see.
There was one rocky, unplanted hill that stuck up in the middle of the peaches. Tully had not been there in three years, but he idly walked toward it, through the long late afternoon shadows. Betty had liked to hike up this path, past the cave, where in many years some critter raised its young. He could remember, foxes, a mountain lion, even a bear claiming the large, twenty-yard deep opening and sharing its summer coolness with the fruit bats. As Tully past the cave, he heard a rustle. Curiosity, got the better of him and he went back to the mouth to see what manner of beast he would be sharing the land with this year. He looked past the large rock that the path went around and into the cave. It was empty and quiet. Must have been a mouse, a rabbit or even a bat. But as he turned to resume his walk a large dark shadow flittered behind the rock. He was seldom frightened but this was large. A cold chill went down his spine. He wasn’t as curious now and decided to leave. One last glance at the rock and he froze in his tracks, speechless.
The rock was in the way. All Tully could see was a head, a young, beautiful, golden-haired female head. The eyes in the head were watching him, unafraid, bright, flashing green in the beam of light that framed her head in a halo. His heart was recovering and his speech returned, “Hello, you about frightened me to death. Are you all right? You are a long way from civilization.”
“I am fine. I’ve been watching you work all day.”
“You didn’t have to watch there is plenty of work to go around.”
Silence. Uncomfortable silence, wrapped around him. This was very strange. “Come out from behind the rock and introduce yourself. I’m Tully, Tully Mason. This is my orchard.” He did not see her now. “I won’t hurt you. I’m just concerned; it is almost dark. Do you have a car near by?”
The head popped up again. “I don’t show myself because you might be frightened. I was told to come learn from you.”
Tully laughed, “Sent to learn? All I know is how to grow fruit; there is little that I could teach. You will not scare me. Come on out. We’ll walk down to the house and get something to drink.”
“Drink?”
“Sure, come on.”
Tully was tall, callused and tanned. He had seen death, pain and suffering enough for two lifetimes, but he was not ready when she moved from behind the rock. She was nearly six feet tall with beautiful, unblemished white skin. Her golden hair shown like silk and seemed to be blowing but there was no wind. She was totally nude and had no hair on her body. Behind her were two coal black wings that were as tall as she and stood three feet out on either side. They seemed to have a life of their own. The individual feathers fluttered and the entire wing gently rocked to and fro.
She seemed prepared for his shock. She stayed quiet, waiting for his eyes to return to normal size and his mouth to shut. “We usually are told not to let ourselves be seen.”
“You, you are an angel.”
“No, I am a nephilim.”
Tully’s mind raced. Sunday school had not been a complete waste. “You are breathtakingly beautiful; I did not know nephilim had black wings; why did you say you were sent to learn; why did you let me see you?”
She looked so young but her smile was one of thousands of years of understanding and patience. “Only God is beautiful; I have black wings because I have not decided; I was sent to you to learn about humans; you have to see me to accept me.”
“You haven’t decided what?”
“I have to decide whether to serve God without question, in worshiping bliss forever and give back my soul or to become a mortal human.”
“I though I was the only one who questioned.”
“Nephilim’s exist because some angels thought of themselves instead of God and fell from grace, then mated with humans. We have one chance to become angels again. I have not been able to decide, that is why my wings are black. The angels are taught not to trust me, but I have always done what I was told. I just have questioning thoughts sometimes.”
Tully and the Nephilim talked well past sunset, the air was getting cold. “You had better come with me to the warm house, where you will be safe for the night and warm.”
Her eyes were filled with questions. “I know nothing about warm, cold, safe or houses. That is why I have been sent to you. I have been granted a time to learn what you call life as a human. I have heard so many words that have no meaning to me. I have only been around angels. My human side makes me restless and I wonder things that no angel should ever consider.”
“Are you ashamed of your black wings?”
“I do not know what that means.”
“Do you realize that you are nude? Not wearing clothes?”
“Does that matter?”
Tully let all such conversations drop. He was getting nowhere.
“Tully, will you teach me what it is like to be human?”
“Why would God pick me? I am a very flawed human. There are much…..”
She was lost in his words; never had she heard any questioning of God. He waited for her to recover from his all too human comments.
“I was told to come to you.”
“I need to think. I’m not even sure I know what it is to be human. How can I teach you?”
“I do not know. I was told to come to you.”
Tully was tired and very, very confused. He was even challenging his eyes, his ears and his sanity. “What is you name?”
“I have no name. Only a very few angels have names. I think those have names so humans can remember them. If I need a name with you, maybe you can give me one.”
“For now, I will call you Raven, because of the color of your wings.”
“Raven, it is.”
“Raven, I need to rest and then see if you are still around in the morning.” Tully had now realized that this beautiful creature had no opinions and would not understand if he invited her into the cabin again. He wasn’t even sure she would fit through the door.
“I will answer you in the morning.”
He marveled that he could still see her form clearly in the near darkness. In spite of this impossible image and impossible conversation, Tully’s body was responding to her youthful nakedness. “Raven you are strikingly beautiful in human terms and very desirable.”
“I do not know what that means.”
He shook his head and started down the little hill, “We’ll talk tomorrow and I’ll try to explain.”
All night, Tully, tossed and turned. He woke up every few minutes and added a few words about being human to the note pad on his nightstand. This was crazy. It had to be a dream. Still about six a.m., he trudged up the rocky path to the cave. Just as he arrived, Raven settled gently down on the big rock. A rush of wind engulfed him. He watched in awe as she folded the massive wings behind her.
“Good morning Tully.”
“Good morning Raven.”
“Are you going to teach me what it is like to be human?”
“I really do not know how or why I was chosen but I promise to try.”
“Where do we start?”
“I need to ask you some question so I can find a starting place.”
“Ask away, teach.”
Question after question rolled out until noon.
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“Do you get cold or hot?” “Have you ever been touched?”
“Do you get mad or happy?” “Do you have free will?”
“Do you ever have pain?” “Do you want, dream, wish, miss others?”
“Are you ever afraid?” “Do you cry or feel sad?”
“Do you eat?” “Do you sleep?”
The scope of Tully’s task unfolded. Raven had indeed lived as an angel, no pain, no fear, no freewill, no anger, no emotions, no thrill, no desire, no needs and no stresses. But she sensed there was something beyond what the angels knew. God for some reason sent her to Tully.
“Raven, are there boundaries that we cannot cross? Things we cannot do? What guidelines were you given?”
“I was told to go to you?”
“So to learn you will do what I ask of you?”
“Yes. I have to decide when I return whether to be an angel or a human.”
“When do you have to return?”
“When I am summoned.”
“Give me a few minutes to think.”
“I do not know what that means but go ahead.”
Praying didn’t seem right so Tully thought about Betty. How they became adult humans together and discovered what it meant to commit to each other, their family, hardships and struggles. He thought of how they fought through pain, rocky parts of their marriage and little disagreements that he longed for today. He thought of the most wonderful times and what she had taught him it meant to be a woman and a wife. He tried to think of ways to explain love, hate and human feelings.
“Walk with me around the orchard, Raven. I do not have many ideas right now. Maybe something will come to mind.” She walked with him but he knew she did not know what an idea was or a mind. He pointed out a young lamb; she just nodded. He talked about the beauty of the trees; she did not even look. He needed a breakthrough. Some way to start the idea of feelings, emotions, touch and love. Tully stooped and grabbed a handful of warm dirt and let it slip through his fingers. The light came on. There was one event that changed his life and Betty’s life.
“I’ll be back in thirty minutes.”
Tully did not wait for Raven’s acknowledgment; he just raced down the hill and jumped into his pickup. Raven was not impressed with humans so far. They could not fly and seemed to have no purpose.
The dust cloud swirled behind the beat up truck. In just five miles, Tully slid to a stop in front of a double wide he owned and let his youngest daughter live in. She had returned home a few months ago pregnant and unmarried. His daughter met him at the door. “Carrie, I want to borrow Janet for a few hours. Maybe you can get away and go down to the mall and relax.”
Carrie started to ask some questions but the time away was too good of an offer. Her dad often had these inspirations to take pictures or something. She had no reservations. Dad was always a stead fast rock and great with kids, especially Janet.
Tully gathered a few items and a bottle of formula and was off in a cloud of dust again. Carrie had not seen him in such a hurry in a long, long time.
When he approached the cave carrying little Janet, Raven watched without emotion, she saw the little human. “Raven, sit over here on this log.” The massive wings brushed past, she never looked at the baby. Tully’s chest dropped, his great idea did not seem like it was not going to work.
Tully took all of Janet’s clothes off. She kicked her tiny legs enjoying the freedom, her dark hair bounced about, her smiling eyes sparkled and she made her perfect little baby noises.
“Raven hold your arms out, I want you to hold Janet.” This made no sense to Raven but she complied and Tully placed the infant human into her arms. A shock went through Raven’s body. Ten totally new experiences surged through her body at once. Her skin was touched for the first time, she felt a warm living body for the first time, she looked into the eyes of a trusting loving baby for the first time, she saw a baby up close for the first time. Janet wiggled brushing her cheeks and lips against Raven’s nipple. Raven gasped.
Tully moved away and left Raven to be female, feel needed, feel the need to protect, see love and relish the lovely touch of another. About five minutes passed, Raven was learning to play with Janet, to care about her and to sense how helpless she was. He watched tears of joy and wonder trickle down the would be angel’s cheeks, just like they trickled down his Betty’s cheeks so many years ago.
Raven would have been content to sit and hold Janet all day but the little girl began to fidget. “She is hungry. Humans have to eat to live. Feed her this formula; hold the bottle, like this.” Tiny Janet worked the nipple on the bottle and was so very contented. Tully took the baby from Raven’s reluctant arms, “She may burp and wet soon. Better let me take care of that until you learn more.”
Janet let loose a stream before he had the diaper in place. Raven’s eyes were wide and she now had some questions that would start her understanding of what it means to be human. While Janet slept, Tully talked about what humans needed to live, body functions, touch and feelings. Toward evening, the little one was waking and a cool breeze was blowing up the hillside. Raven shivered. Tully understood. She had tasted knowledge; she had felt warmth now she could experience the opposite.
“Raven wait for me here while I take Janet to her home and her mother.” Her look said she did not understand. “I’ll explain when I get back.”
Raven was curled up on the grown, covered by her wings and cold when Tully returned. He had brought a soft warm blanket and wrapped it around her neck, arms and breasts when she stood. She snuggled in like she had done it all her life. She fit through the double doors on the patio just fine and immediately enjoyed the warmth of inside. After she explored what humans called home, they talked well into the night. They finally could discuss something – the opposites of hot and cold and how all of life was like that for humans. About food and hunger, light and dark, wanting something and being sad. She showed she understood when she said she missed holding Janet and would like to have her in the cabin now.
The next few days were a whirlwind of what is work, what is play, what is fun, what is sadness, what is loss, what is growing old, what is pain, what is love? Most of this was theory. Tully wrote many notes, hoping for revelations on how to let her experience feelings. Each evening she had more questions and wanted to talk all through the night. “The question” popped up after four nights in the house. Tully had been through this with four kids. “Where do babies like little Janet come from?”
“Raven you have touched on both a simple question and the most complicated part of being human.” For two hours they talked about mechanics of sex, pregnancy and birth. Pain was still a mystery to her. “The complicated part is lust versus love.” Desire was becoming easy to explain. Intensity eluded her completely. Love, attraction and pleasure were total “no goes.”
“Raven I would like to touch your body with my hands and lips, so you might understand the pleasure of adult touch and maybe even lust and attraction.” She nodded in a totally abstract, detached scientific manner.
Tully dimmed the lights, warmed his hands, checked his breath and was as nervous as a sixteen-year-old virgin. He had never touched a woman other than Betty and definitely never a heavenly being. Raven sat on a stool in front of him. “Close your eyes, please.”
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She had learned to like courtesy words and being asked, instead of being told. Just as her lids closed, she felt his lips lightly kiss each eye and his fingers dance lightly across her neck. Every touch was new, challenging and she needed more time to decide if the touch was good but before she could, he moved on. His lips replaced his fingers on her neck; his lips kissed and his tongue licked. Her ear lobe was sucked and she felt his warm soft breath caress her ear. Strangely other parts of her body responded. She was confused but he did not wait for her to become comfortable with all these new sensations.
Tully now dropped down on his knees between her legs in front of her. His hands rubbed across her breast and his fingers rolled her nipples. Raven started to complain, the feeling was too intense but his lips closed over hers. His tongue licked at where they met as if wanting them to part. When her mouth opened he kissed her softly, she could feel her breath being drawn into his lungs and feel his, fill hers. Her breathing was becoming more difficult but it was not unpleasant. She heard one work, “Suck” and his tongue slipped between her lips. She complied. This was good but she still wanted more. He pulled his lips slightly away, “Now give me your tongue.” This was even better.
Tully’s hands were not idle. When they had taught Raven to want them on her breasts, the right one moved on to rub her tight flat stomach and to the side of her bellybutton where her ovaries should be. After long minutes his curiosity won over, he had to know if she were wet and aroused. He let his finger slip along the length of her bald pussy. She was wet and the moan into his mouth, said she was aroused. A few more soft strokes and he pressed toward to top of her slit, finding her clit easily. He rubbed her the way Betty liked to be touched. No regular pattern, mostly circles, no early direct contact. Tully looked at Raven. Her eyes were wide open but unfocused. Her mouth stayed open as he lowered his lips to her right nipple, licked and sucked lightly. Her legs opened wider. Tully missed one thing more than everything else. It was difficult to arch his neck with Raven on the low stool, but he managed to slip low enough and to pull her hips forward. He slipped his tongue into her for the first time. Yes, she was from heaven and he wanted to stay there, taste her and drink from her body. It must be a natural, unlearned thing; Raven’s hands closed behind his head and guided his lips and tongue. Once she let up and he lowered his face, even more, and licked up across her asshole and then into her pussy. She gasped, her legs clamped his head and her hands pulled him tight again. In another few minutes she was his and he could not let her down. He licked her through her very first climax, held her hands so she could not push him away and lightly kissed and sucked her outer lips until she trust against him. Her second ride to orgasm was experienced and demanding. When she came, she crushed his face painfully into her mons, cried out several times and he had to catch her to keep her from falling hard off the stool. Tully laid her on the floor by the flickering fire, so she could catch her breath and he covered her with a blanket from the couch and kissed her sweetly, caringly while she basked in the afterglow. Like he had done for Betty many times. Raven was asleep. She had told him she had never slept.
Tully watched over her, marveled at her beauty and started to remember that God had created all that he had ever loved. In time he curled up on the floor beside his almost-angel, falling asleep holding and protecting her from the night.
The next morning, Raven was full of questions and observations. “What happened to me last night?” “I feel exposed.” “I want to feel that again.” “Tell me more about babies.” “Can I see your body?” Learning, feeling and sensing were at a locomotive’s pace now. Tully raced around finding different textures, temperatures and things to show her. A mirror stopped the show for a while. Raven liked what she saw in the mirror and then decided that she should not feel like that. They talked about vanity, pride and guilt and how humans often enjoy, even relish and enhance beauty, feel pride and sometimes guilt because of what they truly feel. “But those are against God’s wishes.”
“I know beautiful one, but humans have free will and we can choose to think thoughts that are not approved thoughts. Just like your thoughts wander outside the boundaries sometimes. God wants humans to be totally free and to still choose to love him. The angels have no choice, no will, always doing without question. Man can love lots of things and even leave God out if he wants.”
Raven’s mind was swirling and she was quiet for a long, long time, doing a very un-angel thing - thinking. Absent mindedly, Tully started cleaning strawberries and offered Raven one. Then he reached out and held her hand. “Have you ever eaten? Can you eat? Do you know what will happen if you do?” The rest of the day would go to talking about these issues. But for now, Tully dipped the berry in sugar and rolled it in whipped cream and held it to Raven’s lips. “Bite part of the berry off, chew it up and swallow.” He so hoped she would learn what to do as she tried all these new things and would not choke. The sugar, cream and berry combination was an instant hit when her taste buds were used for the first time. That evening Raven drank water, juice and tea for the first time. After a couple of hours she urinated for the first time, enjoyed the release and laughed. “I am like Janet.”
Late in the evening, Tully asked, “Can you lay on your wings?”
“I do not know?”
“Come beautiful one.” He lead her to his king-sized bed, pulled the covers back and lay her down on the sensuous, slippery surface. It was warm to Raven’s touch because Betty liked the combination of heating pads and satin sheets. Raven slid and touched; pulled the covers over her and then took them off again when she got too hot. When she tired of her new game, Tully joined her on the bed. “I want to touch your body again.”
“I would like that.”
This time Tully removed all his clothing and Raven’s eyes locked on his half hard cock.
“Is that what a man puts into a woman to make a baby?”
“Yes, but more than that it is my organ of pleasure so I can feel what you felt last night.”
She thought and created a totally new idea, the idea of wanting to give, “I would like to give you the pleasure, I received last night.”
“See how human you have become, you want and you want to give and you want to receive. Angels do not do those things. Those are human things. Angels have never felt the warmth of skin, been too hot or too cold or missed a baby’s touch. Humans are all about feelings, desires, senses and sharing with another.”
While Raven thought about this big lesson, Tully stroked her body lightly. She still wanted to think but her body began to take over, relaxing and opening to be pleased. Raven was greedy tonight, she did not want the slow build-up tonight, she wanted to be licked to orgasm and pulled Tully’s face down between her legs. The room was light and the angle was better than when she was on the stool. He licked her gently, teasingly, moving away until she moaned her objection and tried to pull him back to where his touch was needed. Tonight he had room and opened the outer lips of her vagina with his thumbs exposing first the swelling, wet, redness that always captivated him. He licked, kissed and sucked all around her beauty but only occasionally touched her pearl.
As he look even closer, Tully could see the perfect little finger sized hole whose edges had protected her womb for ages. He should have thought; he should have known; of course, she would be a virgin. She did not even know what a touch was a few days ago.
He stopped and rose up above her, confused for the moment. He could feel tears roll down his cheeks.
“Why did you stop? Tully! What is wrong why are you crying?”
The tears rolled down faster now. Someone cared again. Raven had set aside a “Me” oriented thought, to feel concern and ask about another being. For long minutes he held her, finally, explaining what she had given him. After more minutes he said, “Raven, I would like to make love to your body and have sex with you. I do not know if you can get pregnant and have babies and the first time will be painful to you. After that there will be only pleasure when you have sex for the rest of your life.”
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Raven did not answer, she wiped his damp cheeks with her fingertips and pulled his head to hers and kissed his lips. “Yes, Tully, make love to me. Make me fully human. You have said pain is a bad thing but if you say I need to experience it, I will, for you.”
She was so easy to love. “Let’s not be in a hurry. Let’s give our bodies time to feel every second of pleasure as they touch together.”
That slowed Raven in her drive to orgasm and she relaxed and let Tully do with her body as he wished. There was trust and surrender like he had felt with Betty. A gift of beauty and love that has no words. This time Tully did not just kiss and caress this heavenly being, he worshiped her body. He listened to her body, her breath and her movements as they spoke to him. Every kiss was where it should be and when it should be. He stroked her hair, kissed her ears, kissed every part of her neck, head and shoulders. His cock was rock hard but he denied what it wanted. Slowly he worked his way down not missing an inch. He sucked her fingers, licked her hands, trailed up and kissed under her arms. She loved his touches but he was going mad. Her scent, her taste had him drunk and he told her so. He told her how beautiful she was and how wonderful she was for him. She did not object to his words now, she accepted his adoration and allowed him to torture her with pleasure, trusting that he would not frustrate her. Little whimpers escaped her lips. She did not know what she wanted but she had to have it.
Tully skipped to her sensitive perfect feet and sucked her toes and kissed her arches. As he stroked her legs and began to lick his way up, Raven’ hips began to move involuntarily and her legs opened wider. She was so wet that a little stream had run down and made a widening spot on the bed. Her hands were gripping the sheet, struggling not to climax and fighting to endure his slow progress. This time when he reached her sex, she signaled how ready her body was for his tongue with a loud hissing, “Yes.” He licked a little but moved away. Her hips followed up a few inches beaconing him back, pleading for attention.
Raven had not looked closely at Tully cock or ever touched it but when he knelt beside her head, she took it tenderly in her hands and guided it into her mouth. For the first time she felt her body was female, half of the couple that God intended. She felt more complete when she tasted the firm rod slide between her lips. Her tongue licked at the salty clear liquid that dripped from the tip. One hand slipped below the shaft and felt a warm soft bag with two orbs inside. “Those make the sperm that will make a baby inside you when you body is ready.” Tully had explained that. He had also told, how the baby would grow and how big her belly would get and how there was great pain for a while until her body stretched and pushed the baby out. Raven did not understand. But she liked what was happening now.
Soon Tully pulled out of her mouth and moved around so his body was between her legs and his face was over hers. He rubbed the mushroom like head of his rod up and down her slit a few times paying special attention to her clit. This was better than his fingers, maybe even better than his tongue. Raven could feel him open her outer lips with the tip and center it where he told her that her body would have a hole. She was floating, in peace and did not pay much attention when he said, “I am going to push into you and take your virginity so you will be a woman.” His body tightened and thrust down hard.
Raven’s scream filled the quiet night air. It shocked her and Tully alike. He was perfectly still, only a third of the way into her body. He kissed at her tears and hoped she would adjust to the size of his cock. His own tears dropped to her cheek, ran down her neck. Again she let compassion over rule her pain and fear, “I’m all right now.”
Tully did not thrust he just applied a steady pressure and her wetness allowed him to slide slowly in until his pubic hair was flat against her hairless mons. “I feel very full and very close to you.”
He was still. She felt his caring and concern. The first move was hers. She relaxed her hips and Tully’s cock slid out a little, rubbing along her clit. “Ahhhhh” was her response. He set up a gently in an out motion where both the in and out stroke never broke contact with the little nub. For something different he reached down and pulled at his cock and assured that the head would press her g-spot when his strokes pushed into her body. She liked all the new sensation and hoped they would continue but he looked at her, saying, “I going to pull out of you. I want you to sit on me and be on top so I do not hurt you any more. If you get sore, just tell me. We can stop and try again another day.”
This was the dumbest thing Raven had ever heard. This was really starting to feel good, why would she stop.
Tully produced a warm, wet cloth and cleaned them as he pulled out. There was some blood. She had seen blood before, but never her own. When he lay down on the bed, he said, “Sit on me Raven and guide me back into your body. Learn what feels best to you.”
She loved how he felt sliding into her body this time. She rocked her hips and learned to give herself a perfect g-spot massage within a minute. “Raven, take a finger from your right hand and put it on your clit. Keep it wet with our juices and rub it to make yourself feel good. Do not think of me, only yourself.” Oh, this was good. How come angels did not know about this? Raven’s fingers started slow and after a few minutes were flying over her button and her cunt was starting to rhythmically contract on Tully’s cock. Once her wings pulled down hard and she lifted completely off and had to guide him in again.
Tully busied himself with her nipples and finding spots where Raven liked to be touched more than others. She was oblivious to his efforts. She was learning fast and was now just using him, racing to some unknown finish. She set up a little pant, exhaling on each downward thrust. The pant became louder and sweat started to bead on her brow. Her breath was irregular behind the pant and her finger was being rougher on her clit.
When it started. there was no mistaking where Raven was. First her cunt clamped tight making each in and out thrust and each roll of her hips almost painful in the pleasure Tully was receiving. A low growl started from deep inside her body; her eyes were slightly open but only the whites showed. Then there was the sound. Raven opened her mouth wide and screamed, “IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.” Her womb relaxed and squeezed again squirting liquid out all around Tully’s cock. Only a few times had Betty squirted and screamed. He remembered each one and valued knowing that she was pleased with him more than all else.
This was all that Tully could stand. “I cuming now. Raven, I’m going to cum in you.”
Raven’s body was wild, she barely heard his words but responded, “Yes. Yes Cum in me.”
His cock jerked and danced like it had seldom done before. He felt contraction after contraction rack his body and drive his sperm powerfully to puddle at the mouth of her cervix. His cock was still lurching when she collapsed on his chest, spent, gasping for breath, with little ripples still going through her body.
Now his worry returned for a few quick thoughts. Had he hurt her? Had it been wrong to have sex with her? But the wonderful body above him took his cares away. Love, caring, contentment, satisfaction and completeness drove out every negative. Tully pulled his head back to see Raven’s face. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was very regular, tears were on her cheeks and there was a faint smile on her lips. She was asleep again. His arms and legs might never work again but he decided not to move and disturb her. He was there for her now. Now she would know pain. He was sorry for that, but it was part of the lesson. Part of being human.
During the night, Raven could not get close enough to her lover. It was hot where they touched, she felt her sweat trickle down between her breasts for the first time. Her wings were bent unnaturally and the covers were pulled too high, so her feet were cold. She would not change a thing. Even the thought of the pain of her hymen giving away paled against the memory of the pleasure that followed. How dare Tully sleep through the wonders she was feeling. But then, he was so cute, so peaceful, so content in his male way. She wondered if his pleasure was a great as hers. Wondered how often he could do this. Wondered if she already had a baby growing inside her; wondered if it would look like both her and Tully. Would it have wings? Those thoughts were sweet and carried her back to sleep with Tully’s strong arms, protecting her; loving her.
It was still dark when Tully, kissed Raven awake, rolled on top of her and slipped his morning wood easily, painlessly into her and fucked her smoothly, evenly, gracefully into a more quiet knowing orgasm. He left another deposit of sperm in her womb.
She dozed off again. In an hour, he woke her with kisses and a sharp slap on the butt. “Come on woman the day is half gone. You have to learn about growing fruit trees and working today. You body is so wonderful you could fuck me into the poor house and make me forget my name.”
Raven wasn’t sure what all that meant but she was sure it was a major compliment judging from the smile on his face and the tone of his voice.
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Day after day, Raven worked side by side with Tully. She respected how hard he worked and how he cared for the land, the plants and her. He doted over her and even though she was as strong as he was, he would not let her do the heavy or dangerous things. Once she snagged her hip on a nail. It hurt and bled profusely. Tully had hurt himself much worse several times but made little of it. For her, he rushed her to the house, cleaned the wound, put ointment on it and dressed it. He watched it for infection and changed the dressing. Something was happening inside Raven; it was already there for Tully. He knew what it was. She did not. They were falling in love.
Raven loved sex. Her drive was a little too much for a man Tully’s age but he tried and as she learned about aging, she loved him more for trying so hard to please her. Doggie style was her favorite. It had been Tully’s too - but with Betty. Raven’s lovely wings could almost thrash a man to death, if he were not careful. Once she slapped him in the head with one sending him flying off the bed and hitting the floor hard. She laughed loudly until she thought he was hurt. She made over him and worried until she discovered he was faking; then she punched him in the arm. This was a favorite memory. As they walked in the evening, hand in hand, they would often mention it.
Raven had been with Tully for almost five months now. Strangely her skin did not brown in the harsh hot sun. She worked hard through the harvest, away from the extra hired help. He would not let her fly and spray the trees from overhead. He worried about the chemicals.
One evening they were sitting on the porch and he was rubbing her stomach as he often did. It was rounder. He wondered. The next day he went to town and bought a pregnancy test and rushed home. He explained everything and Raven peed on the indicator and then intentionally on Tully’s hand. He sat the test aside and pretended to be mad and playfully spanked her pert ass. By then the indicator showed two blue “Xs.”
Tully was worried that Raven would be unhappy. Raven was worried that Tully would be unhappy. They both realized the other was ecstatic at the same time. They ran and played outside and danced in the dirt in their bare feet and kicked sand around. They sang, “We’re going to have a baby” and danced some more until they were both tired. They made sweet soft love, just to be close. Afterward, nestled in each other’s arms, the serious thoughts, wishes and dreams came out. “Will it be a boy or a girl?” “Will it have wings?” “Will it be healthy?” “Will God let us keep it?” “How long will God allow us to be together?”
The last one brought tears to Tully’s eyes. “Raven, I do not even know, how long God will let you stay. My mother used to tell us kids that we are all just loaned to one another, so we have to make every day special. Betty was taken from me. Now I love you with all my heart and we are going to have a baby to love. I think God wants us to let that love soar and not worry about when it will end. But the thought hurts; it hurts so much that the sadness is almost too much to survive.”
Entwined they cried themselves to sleep as humans. Cried in the great happy bliss they felt and cried in the haunting sad thought that it could end.
The next two months were happy months. There had been no test, but Tully decided the baby was a girl and taught her to kick at his hand when he pressed Raven’s stomach above the little girl’s feet. Tully decided the girl would be all human, with no wings and golden hair. She would be perfect, happy, strong and healthy. He told how she would grow, love, marry, have healthy children and a wonderful life. He even had a nickname for her, “Sunflower.”
In another few weeks, Raven was starting to be uncomfortable with her swollen belly. It was in the way, her back hurt and she knew how she looked. Every day Tully would tell her how beautiful she was, how wonderful Sunflower would be and how much he loved them both. Now she knew well what it was to have a soul, free will and be human. How wonderful it was to have someone love you and to love in return. How wonderful it was working together and seeing the fruits of labor, feeling tired muscles and how a night’s sleep would make things right. How wonderful a lifetime must be. To grow old, have grandchildren and a million memories of burnt toast, bruises, sex, dancing and crying.
The thoughts were only Raven’s tonight, Tully was working on the books and taxes. She was tired, said good night, headed for their bed, leaving him to his unintelligible ledgers.
About two in the morning, Tully stumbled off to bed, to be comforted by his would-be angel. He stood frozen and shocked in the doorway. The bed was empty except for a few feathers. He knelt by Raven’s side of the bed and lay his head down in the down bedding’s depression where her body had been. He held her slippers tight to his chest and cried. He cried for Betty, he cried for Raven, he cried for Sunflower and he thanked God for lending him each of them for such a short while.
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For a few weeks the sadness was numbing. Several times he knelt to pray but each time he just talked to Raven, telling of his love and how much he missed her. He had started sleeping on her side of the bed. Somehow, that helped. Tonight, he held her pillow and again cried himself to sleep.
Tully had not dreamed since Raven was summoned but this night, he did. He saw a little golden haired girl and she talked to him. “My mommy had big black wings and she decided to be a human after she was with you. God let her soul become mine. When I am born, I will be adopted by a wonderful new mommy and a wonderful daddy; they cannot have children but really want to love me. They will not know why but my middle name will be Raven and everyone will call me Sunflower.”
Tully woke up at that point. He smiled and thought of how his mind had made such a beautiful dream for him. But a rustle of wings caught his attention. He was wide awake and Raven’s voice clearly filled the room, “No my love, it is true. You taught me love, we had a summer and a fall together and we made a baby together. She is as beautiful as you said she would be. You taught me what it is to be human, to suffer and to soar. I chose to be human and not an angel. God’s way is to let me be born as the baby we made. Thank you my love. Neither you or I will ever know our daughter but God says she will have a wonderful, long, full, healthy life because of our love.”
He searched the room. The voice was so clear and real, but he did not see his Raven. “Are you really here or am I going mad because I miss you so much?”
“I am here my love. Please do not be sad. Sunflower and I will live because of you and our love. What man has accomplished more or loved more than that? I love you and wish we could have gone on but it was not to be. You will love again but please remember me, my black wings and all the days of love that we had.”
The End