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Next Time, The Beach byCoffeeWithMonkeys©

What a shitty day. It was sprinkling earlier, it's stopped for now, but still it's dark and gloomy out. My best friend, Natalie, and I are supposed to be going to the beach this weekend. Meeting friends. We all rented a beach house. But if the weather is going to be like this I don't even want to go.
I go ahead and finish packing. I am such a procrastinator. Natalie will be here any minute and I'm supposed to be ready, but of course, I'm not.
I'm not even really sure why I agreed to go. I don't really care for the beach. Sand sticking to me. And I don't like to swim anywhere that little creatures might touch me, or even bite me. I guess I can lay on the beach, getting sand everywhere. I wonder if it's too late to back out?
I get my phone out to call Natalie and tell her I changed my mind, or that something came up and I can't go. But then I see her pull up in front of my apartment building. There's no way I can back out now. I need to suck it up and go. It's just three days. Three days of sand all over me.
"Hey come on let's get on the way," she says when she comes in.
I just look at her.
"I know, you're not packed yet. I've known you long enough. We'll get you packed and we can go," she says.
"I'm packed. But have you looked outside?"
"I just came in from outside. Ok yeah, it rained a little earlier, but it's clearing up. And we're going an hour away, might not even have rained there. Get your stuff and let's go," she says.
I won't disappoint my friend.
The drive goes quickly and we find the house easily. It also doesn't rain at all. About thirty minutes into the drive the sun came out and it's been gorgeous.
We park in the driveway and all of a sudden I get very shy. I don't know everyone that is going to be here and that makes me so uncomfortable. I'm pretty shy and don't do well around people I don't know.
Our friend Sarah runs over to the car when we get out. We all hug.
"Yay, you guys made it. I was afraid Mara would change her mind and talk you into not coming," she says to Natalie.
"Who's here?" I ask so I can see how nervous and shy I need to be.
"Everyone. But right now no one. Everyone's at the beach I think. So let's get your stuff inside, you guys get changed and we can get down there," Sarah says.
Twenty minutes later I'm sitting on a blanket on the beach. There are only six houses here so the beach isn't too packed. I see some of my friends swimming and wave. Ok, this will probably be fun. A weekend with my friends. Some I haven't seen in a long time.
Natalie puts sunscreen on and then hands the bottle to me.
"You're not getting in the water are you?" she asks. She knows how I feel about sea creatures.
"Probably not, but go have fun. If I get too hot or bored I might walk out there and get my feet wet."
"Ok. But I feel bad leaving you here alone," she says.
"I'm fine," I say.
I look out at the water. Everyone seems to be ok in the water with little creatures, why can't I be? I see so many of my friends out there, I can't wait until later when we're all together.
Then I see someone I don't know, but I think I'd like to. He's beautiful.
"What's wrong?" Natalie asks me.
"Nothing, why?" I ask her still with my eyes on this beautiful man.
"You gasped. I thought something was wrong."
I blush, I know I do. I can't believe I gasped.
"I was just trying to not yawn," I say lying completely. still not taking my eyes off Mr. Gorgeous.
"You are acting so weird all of a sudden, I'm not sure I should leave you alone," she says.
I smile. "I'm good. Great actually."
She looks out where I am and realizes what has my attention.
"You know you could wade out there and meet him," she says.
"Never. Not me. I'll just sit here and drool until he leaves."
"You're stupid. I'm going to go talk to him" she says and gets up.
"You mention me, I'm stealing your car and leaving," I tell her.
"I won't. I'll just talk to him, see if he's single and nice."
She walks out to the water. Sadly she can't talk to him now because he's paddling out on his surfboard.
I sit and watch him surf for about thirty minutes. He's really just gorgeous. Perfect body. His arms are incredible. Not like grossly huge like a body builder, but, well, perfect. His chest looks to be smooth, which makes me smile, I hate hairy chests.
His hair is probably dark, hard to tell since it's wet, but I'm guessing dark. And about to his shoulders. Perfectly groomed beard and mustache. I'd like to rub my cheek against his whiskers.
Why can't I find a guy like him?
I lay back to try to get some sun. Daydream about Mr. Gorgeous.
"Are you doing ok?" I hear Natalie say a little while later.
I sit up, scan the water to see if he's still out there. Dammit, I don't see him.
"Yeah I'm good. I think I'm going to walk back to the house though and find something to eat, want anything?" I ask her.
"No. I think we're going to swim for about another thirty minutes or so and then start thinking about heading to the house. And I never got to talk to your surfer dude, he was always surfing. Maybe he'll be here tomorrow though," she says.
"Maybe. I'm sure he has a girlfriend somewhere. He was too perfect not to."
"He was probably a douchebag anyway. Too pretty not to be all stuck up and an asshole. Forget about him then, there's a bunch of other guys out there," she says.
"Yep. And I plan to be an old cat lady anyway. Even though I hate cats and am allergic to them."
"Quit being so dramatic. Ok, I'll be back in a little while. Are you coming back here, or staying at the house?" she asks.
"I'll be back. Just going to grab an apple or something."
"Ok," she says and goes back to the water.
I get up and wrap my skirt back around me. I walk back up to the house. Dammit someone left the door open. The air conditioner is on. What a jerk. As soon as I take my first step into the house I step in water and sand. I look down. Whoever left the door open also left wet and sandy footprints all through the house. Which one of my friends is such an asshole? I decide to follow the footprints and find out.
I follow them through the living room, down the hall, to the bathroom which they've left that door open too. I hear the shower running. There are soaking wet swimming trunks laying in the doorway, making a puddle. I never realized one of my friends was such a disrespectful jerk.
"Hey, asshole. Do you realize you left the front door open letting out all the cold air, and you left wet and sandy footprints through the whole house? And your swimming trunks are making a puddle laying here," I say loudly to whoever is in the shower.
"Um...sorry. I was going to clean it all up when I was finished in here. I wasn't expecting anyone else to come back to the house yet," he says.
I don't recognize their voice. I wonder who it is?
"And leaving the front door open? You like to waste electricity?" I ask.
The water turns off. The curtain opens slightly and someone sticks their head out. "Will you hand me that towel."
Oh my god, no way. It's him. My Gorgeous Surfer. I just stand there.
"The towel, please? Or I can just get out if you want," he says and grips the shower curtain like he's going to open it all the way.
I grab the towel off the towel bar and hand it to him.
"Thanks," he says. He stays in the shower and dries off. He pulls back the curtain, luckily he has the towel wrapped around his waist.
He steps out of the shower. Grabs another towel, bends over and starts drying his hair. Dammit, his back is beautiful. So tan, and a smattering of freckles across his shoulders. He's a fucking bronze god.
"How did you get in here?" I ask him.
He takes the towel off of his head and tosses it on his swimming trunks. "I walked in."
"This is a private house you know, " I say.
He smiles at me. Dammit, he has a beautiful smile. And a dimple. A fucking dimple!
"I know," he says.
We stand there looking at each other for a minute.
"Maybe we should introduce ourselves, looks like we're sharing a house for the weekend," he says.
"Who invited you?" I ask.
He walks towards me, I just stand there.
"Do you want me to pick up my stuff, and clean up my mess, or are you going to keep me trapped in the bathroom?" he asks.
"If you didn't make the mess, you wouldn't have anything to clean up. And really, who invited you?" I ask.
That damn smile again. "You know, you're really cute when you're angry," he says.
I feel my whole body blush.
He takes a step closer. He's right in front of me now. He puts his hand on my chin, lifts my head so I'm looking in his eyes. Jesus his eyes. They're blue. Blue like the ocean he was just in. I can't even really describe the color, except to say like the ocean.
"I embarrassed you. I'm sorry," he says.
"You didn't," I say trying to deny it.
He takes his hand off my chin, runs one finger down my chest, between my boobs. "Yeah? You're blushing."
I shake my head. "It's just hot in here."
"Then take some clothes off," he says. He unties my skirt, it falls to the floor.
I look at him. I get lost in those damn eyes. I feel his hand moving up my back. He's untying my bikini top. He unties both strings and it falls down at my feet by my skirt. What the fuck am I doing?
He half-assed smile at me. A dirty smile.
His lips are on mine. A sweet soft kiss. I kiss back.
I feel something rubbing against my leg. I look down and see his towel really isn't covering much now. He looks down and laughs.
"Should we shut the door?" he asks.
I move out of the doorway. Ok really now, what am I doing? He shuts and locks the door. He pulls his towel off. Now he's completely naked. He has his back to me. He has the most perfect ass. Of course it is. He's fucking perfect. It's round and just perfectly shaped. And it's almost as tan as the rest of his body. Where has he been in the sun naked?
I really need to pick up my top and skirt, put them back on and leave. What am I doing? I don't know this guy. I don't even know his name!
He turns around. I think I may gasp again. His cock is beautiful. I really should have expected that. And it's as tan as his ass is. I really want to know where he has been naked in the sun.
He starts walking towards me. My eyes are still drawn to his very erect dick. He sees me staring.
"Do you like it, or...?" he asks.
"I...um...it's um..." I don't really know what to say. Excuse me but do you know you have the biggest, nicest looking dick I've ever seen?
He's standing right in front of me now. Right next to me. I'm standing in front of the sink and I lean back slightly against it. He's between my legs, I spread them a little more so he can move even closer. Now his perfect cock pressed against my belly.
We kiss. His lips feel so good. I hate guys that slobber all over your face when they kiss, his kiss is just right. He pulls away slightly, sucks on my bottom lip for a few seconds before ending the kiss.
I rub my cheek against his chin. I knew his beard would tickle.
He gently bites my earlobe. "We should take these off?" he says sticking his hands into the waistband of my bikini bottoms.
"Yeah," I reply very quietly. Barely a whisper.
He pushes them down. He kisses me. Continues kissing me as he slides my bottoms off. My neck, between my boobs, my belly, belly button. He kneels in front of me and takes my bottoms off.
He stands back up and kisses me hard. His tongue licking my lips and then playing with my tongue. I move my legs apart so he can get back in between them.
His hands are on my boobs, squeezing them. I run my fingers through his hair. Now that it's starting to dry I can see he has curls. Of course Mr. Gorgeous has curls.
I have never wanted someone so bad before.
He nuzzles my ear. A soft kiss. "I think I want to fuck you," he says reading my mind.
I can't talk. I nod my head.
"Here?" he asks.
I must look confused. I am confused. Where else would we do it? We're right here.
"I'd really like to fuck you right on the beach. The waves crashing in the background," he says.
That would be incredible.
"Or we could go to my room, or yours," he says.
I wrap my legs around him.
"Or right here," he says.
I kiss his neck. Bury my face in his hair right behind his ear.
He pulls away from me slightly. I don't understand why until I feel his dick slowly filling me up. I sigh. I grab him and pull him back to me. I keep my face nuzzled against his neck. Inhaling him. He smells amazing. Even though he showered I don't think he used any soaps. I think he was just rinsing the sand off of him. He still smells like the ocean, and just him.
I realize he's been kissing and sucking on my neck. I hope he didn't leave any marks. I'm too old for a hickey, and how would I explain it to everyone?
He kisses me on the lips. Looks at me. Those piercing blue eyes looking right into mine. I feel like he can see my thoughts, or even my soul.
In this position with me leaning against the sink, his cock has been rubbing on my clit the whole time we've been fucking. I know I'm going to cum. I have my hands in his curls when I do. I pull on them, not too hard though.
A slight smile appears on his lips. His eyes close. He thrusts in deep. I whimper. He's quiet. He stands there smiling. Then he pulls me close. Lays his head on my shoulder. He kisses my ear.
"Next time, the beach," he says.
We stay like that for a minute. Then we hear people talking. Everyone must be coming back from the beach.
Someone tries to open the bathroom door, thank god he locked it.
"Um just a minute," Eddie says.
He looks at me. Smiles that beautiful smile. Kisses me. "Get dressed, I'll distract everyone."
He wraps the towel around his waist, picks up his wet swimming trunks and leaves.
I pick up my bikini and put it on. Then my skirt. What just happened? Did I really just have amazing sex in the bathroom with some guy I don't even know? I wish I had time to stand here and think about it, remember it, but someone is knocking on the bathroom door.
"Hey who is in there? I need to pee," I hear Natalie say.
I open the door.
She comes in. "What happened to you? You never came back. I brought all of our stuff up."
"I um...I was...um," I say.
"Oh shit did something bite you? Your neck has a huge red spot on it," she says.
I turn and look in the mirror. Whisker burn. I smile. "Yeah a bug bite. That's why I never came back."

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Palace: The Dark Room byacmsrk©

Thank You for Volunteer editor Ortay Ortay.
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Riya was a twenty-five year old divorced woman who had adopted one of my younger cousins. She is an Anglo-Indian and after her divorce, she chose to settle in India. As I was very affectionate towards my cousin, I frequently visited her Palace.
In one word, Riya was perfect. She was smart, kind and sexy. We would to talk for hours every day after she adopted my cousin and we got close enough to share our sexual fantasies. I didn't tell her as much as I wanted too but she began to share her experiences of erotic fetish acts. I took the hint, I knew she wanted to share an experience together. After all of her stories, I still didn't know quite what to expect but one day, I prepared myself for a long fuck session and left for her palace.
When I arrived at the palace Riya waved down at me from a balcony but quickly disappeared. I thought she was coming down to see me but a maid came out instead. She told me that Riya had left! but she wanted me to stay until she came home.
Three hours passed. The maid had asked me if I wanted to see my cousin so I had spent the time playing with him in the yard as the evening grew darker.
Suddenly the gates opened and two cars raced into lane and stopped. I could hear many voices, chuckling and laughing. At least eight girls walked in along with Riya.
"You're still here!" Riya exclaimed.
"I feared you would leave and miss the action. I'm so glad you stayed. I've got some exciting plans for us, I know you will love it," She smiled.
She asked everybody to wait in the reception room and took my cousin to his bedroom.
As soon as she left the girls continued talking. They are all showing lot of interest in me. Their voices were slightly different somehow and two of them looked slightly, odd. After fifteen minutes, it clicked! at least six of them were Shemale/Trans.
I was confused and scared. I just pulled up my socks. I trusted Riya and she obviously thought I would enjoy whatever was about to happen. My cousin must have fallen asleep because Riya had just come back into the room. Dressed in a blue latex tunic, she was just, wow. I was speechless. I realized I was just stared at her. Her perfectly shaped body was covered by the tunic but the latex exposed everything. Her waistline was arc perfect. She was the perfect hourglass figure with curvaceous hips and big 36D breasts.
"What are you staring at?" she asked teasingly.
"You look stunning," I complimented.
She blushed at me and took my hand and kissed it softly.
"Lets get out here, we have a lot of work tonight" she exulted.
She waved everyone to follow her. She took us to the main staircase but instead of going up, she took us down. We went past the servants level and kept descending further down the basements of the palace. The staircase grew darker as the light above us disappeared. I had hesitated to take a step but she had no problem with it. She just continued to walk through while holding my hand.
"Why don't you turn on some light?" I questioned.
"Are you afraid of dark?" she inquired.
"No, But..." I hesitated.
"I live in here and I like to keep these rooms dark even in daytime. This is like a bright path for my colorful world," she started.
"My life is a dark one. Very few people can see it and many of them won't like it. I am saying this and doing this because I want to show you the real me," she continued
"I have been very much into you these days and you attracted me more than anyone. I know that you have similar feelings for me but you are so innocent. I have given enough reasons and shown you my past to explain to you that you are dealing an Anglo-Indian whore but you still hesitate." She added.
"You will be watching one of my fantasies tonight. So that you can understand me better." She concluded.
I just kept my calm and followed her to a door, which was opened by her.
"Welcome to my world," she invited.
It was a spacious room, tinted with yellowish light. Riya walked to other end to bring some more lights on and it brought bright effect of candles in the room. The light reflected off her body made her lustrous and the sweat drop on her forehead resembled a gold drop.
I walked to her, placed my hand on her hip and moved my finger up to touch her waist and bust. She responded with a tight hug. She handed me a remote and walked towards the other side of the room where the eight trans-girls stood watching us.
"The remote will open the door. If you feel uncomfortable and want to leave you can walk out of here any time" she offered.
I hope you watch the complete show, please, just spit on me before you leave," She laughed
"What do you mean? What show are you talking about?" I queried.
She smiled at me first the turned to the girls and said, "Lets begin the show."
All the girls started to manhandle her. They pulled her, started to spank her boobs and ass. One of them choked her and started to slap her. It got really rough in just a few short seconds. They pushed her onto her knees, slapped her to open her mouth and started to spit on her face and in her mouth, still while spanking her and slapping her tits.
One of the girls, opened her top and made Riya suck on her nipples. Another girl from behind pulled out Riya's boobs and started to pinch her nipples.
Riya was moaning in pain but seemed to really be enjoying this treatment.
Two of the girls broke away from the group and moved towards a closet in the corner. Clearly they had been here before and knew where things were. They opened the closet and started pulling out a large collection of sex toys. Some of them I recognized, others, I could only guess at their uses. I was stuck between wanting to break open and explore the closet, or stay watching Riya being abused while writhing in pleasure.
They started with the nine tailed flogger. Taking turns, they whipped Riya's boobs firmly. Her body was turning red with the impact. Still she was still moaning in pleasure and begging for more. She was really enjoying it.
They began to restrain her while she was being whipped. First they restrained her hands with double lock handcuffs, then her legs with ankle cuffs, which were attached to ropes around her thighs. Her boobs were bound with breast binders and nipple clamps were placed on both nipples.
"I want cock!" Riya shouted, by now she was panting and sweating all over.
"Then beg for it!" shouted the girl who was whipping her.
I was pretty excited and my hand was almost about to unzip my self.
"Please, give me your cocks. All of your cocks, give them to me! Please!" she begged.
Eight heavy cocks rapidly appeared from various garments. I was looking in pure disbelief, size of them was crazy, they looked so monstrous and angry. And from such cute and sexy girls They were all transgenders. I felt my own cock stiffen beneath my pants.
Riya started to suck whichever cock was pushed into her mouth. One after another, she was deep-throating them. Saliva and pre-cum flowed out of her mouth, onto her bright red and bruised breasts. Her eyes were filled with tears and flowed while being gagged. I decided to stand back and watch the spectacle.
I noticed her latex was up her ass already and she wasn't wearing any panties. One of the girls had noticed. Suddenly they made Riya lie on her back. Still with cocks in her mouth, another group of girls pushed her skirt up even more and started spanking her ass. Riya was soaking their dicks with saliva and pre-cum, there was no need for lube. The girls started taking turns fucking her in the ass, they started to double penetrate her. Penetrating all three holes at once in a relentless frenzy.
They took turns between fucking her and whipping her body with six, eight and nine tailed floggers. They yanked off the nipple camps and placed them on her pussy lips. She asked them to pull them off many times and she would shout and some times cried out in pain coupled with moans and begs for more. The assault lasted for more than two hours and six of them came on her face. Riya couldn't break from the girls grasp. She looked exhausted, sweating all over and her body was marked all over.
Two of the girls. the ones who had looked odd, to me in living room earlier, were hard and no where near to climax. They both started to untie her and made her stand on her feet.
"Do you see this? Her legs are trembling," asked one of them.
"Do you want us to be soft on you, Riya?" asked the other.
"Are you fucking serious?" Riya looked shocked "I want more! I want rougher!" she was urging them.
It aroused me like never before and almost came inside my pants . This woman was completely different from others. She was enjoying the pain and begging for more! After everything she had taken, the way she looked. She should be broken but she was fierce and wanted even more!
I was stunned and a curious to find out how things could get any rougher.
They pulled her hair, made her bend and started to paddle her ass, harder and harder. After ten strokes, they asked her to count them out. She started to count them slow and low, but they asked her to count out loud with much stronger stroke.
"Thirteen," she murmured.
"Count it loud you bitch." they paddled her hard.
She fell on her face to ground and cried out, "fourteen,"
They lifted her up and made her bend over. Again they started to paddle her ass with full force. This time however, one of the girls held Riya's hair in both hands to ensure she wouldn't fall again. She was counting out loud and tears were flowing drop by drop from her chin.
"Twenty five, my ass is burning, Oh my god, Oh my god," she screamed.
Both of the girls, pushed her onto her knees and opened her legs. They put two pairs clamps on her pussy lips and one of them stuffed a cock in her pussy from behind. He started to assault her ass with some hard thrusts, while the other was teasing to pull off the clamps on her pussy.
Two other girls who had been taking a break pulled out zappers and started to shock her body and nipples at random.
"Please put your cock in my pussy," she asked the girl teasing her with clamps.
"Only if you zap your tongue," said that shemale.
She opened her mouth and put her tongue out and they both shocked her tongue.
"Now pull off your pussy clamps," he ordered.
Without any hesitation she grabbed both clamp chains from him and pulled them off uttering, "Holy fuck!"
Immediately, she shoved her cock in to Riya's pussy and she started to get fucked by both those cocks and started to moan loudly. The entire room was filled with her moans and her body started to shake and I could see a total body organism taking over her.
A electrical wand was placed on her clit and its vibration started to push her over the edge. Within a minute she came again. The two girls came with her. They pulled out their cocks and started to zap her body while she was still shaking from the orgasm. They shocked her nipples, armpits, inner thighs, boobs. Riya was zoned out, completely lost in her orgasm. Each shock seemed to make it more intense for her.
"Time for final ten zaps, Where do you want them," asked one of the eight trans.
"Five on pussy and five on asshole," replied another.
"Then stretch her legs and pussy lips," effused another.
Two of them held her legs wide open. One of them put the clamps back on her pussy lips and pulled them apart. Two of the others, stood either side of her and place one of their legs on Riya's chest to minimize her mobility.
One of the girls kept her foot in Riya's mouth, pressing her head down to the floor and told Riya to lick it. She obeyed and started to clean her high heels with her tongue. The remaining two, shocked her pussy and asshole at the same time at least seven or eight times.
Things went on for another hour like this, she was humiliated by them in every possible way. She ate all of their asses and cleaned their toes with her tongue. Her ass was caned. She had many forced organisms and she then finally, fell unconscious on the floor.
One of the girls left the room and came back with a bucket of water. Throwing it over Riya it shocked her back to life. The girls laughed together and helped Riya get to her feet. Her legs still shaking. Struggling to keep her curvaceous body from collapsing, she walked out of the room.
We followed her upstairs, where Riya thanked each girl and hugged them, handing them each a stuffed envelop individually.
Then she came over to me.
"Think twice, before you decide. Life with me is not easy. You can fuck me anytime you want and it doesn't matter. Try not to get too emotional with me if it helps. You can stay here tonight if you'd like? I can have a room made up for you?"
I had so much to think about. I knew it would be difficult to satisfy her. I left for home, without a word with her.
I was unable to promise my return tomorrow.

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Becky's Surprise bypinklioness©

Becky was so nervous, she was fiddling with her hair, pulling at the long brown curls and twisting them in her fingers. She and Mark had been seeing each other for a couple years now, him coming to see her and her going to see him as often as they could manage. But they decided it was time to take the next step, so she was moving to be with him for good. Most of her things had been shipped ahead, and her flight would be landing shortly for her to start her new life, at his feet.
His instructions had been followed to the letter. She had gotten a Brazilian wax and was perfectly smooth, had tossed out all her panties since she was no longer allowed to wear them, and had changed any pants out for skirts. He wanted easy access to her at all times. The black skirt she had chosen to wear for the trip was loose, flowing, and a modest knee length to prevent any accidental flashing. The captain announced that they were beginning their descent, and her heart fluttered in anticipation.
Touchdown... she was here... this was it.
Everyone scrambled for their bags, but while they headed off to luggage return, she headed out. All she brought was her carry-on bags: laptop case doubling as a purse, and a backpack with some necessities. She froze in her tracks when she saw him, a smile threatening to split her face in two. A few strides of his long legs and she was swept up in his arms, her nerves long forgotten and the love she felt for her Master filling her heart.
He swung her bag over his shoulder and they walked arm in arm to his waiting car. Once inside, he pulled her close and kissed her until her lips were bruised. "Damn, I've been dying to do that since the last time I saw you, little one." Her heart melted a little every time he called her that.
"Me too Master, I've missed your touch...and taste." Her playful wink made him smile.
"Has my good girl been following all my instructions?"
"Yes Master." She knew what was expected, and repeated back everything she had done. "I have edged every morning and night. I have not cum since I saw you two months ago. Master's pussy is freshly waxed, as are my legs." She pulled her skirt up a bit as he drove to better show off her shaved legs. "I didn't bring our send any panties or pants. And if I might add, I'm hornier than I remember being in a very long time!"
The evil grin that appeared on his face told her that had been his intention, even as he made it clear with one word. "Perfect." As he drove to what would now be their home, she studied him. His dark hair was kept neat and on the short side, just long enough to see a bit of the curl that would be more pronounced I'd he grew it long. He had a larger nose, but it fit his face well. The slight hint of facial hair felt rough and tantalizing, especially between her thighs. As that thought swam through her mind, she squeezed her legs and squirmed a bit.
Naturally he noticed, he noticed everything. "Spread your legs." She obeyed instantly, not for a second thinking of not following his every command. As his fingers dipped into her wetness, her hands gripped the seat of the car and a long slow moan escaped from between her lips. It wouldn't take more than a single word from him, and she would cum right here in the car. An explosion was long overdue. But he had her trained too well, and she wouldn't, couldn't cum without his permission. Her body was completely under his control.
There was a time that she had tried. He had been training her for a while, beginning the long, slow process of teaching her mind to submit to him completely. She was desperate for release, and though she knew she was only supposed to edge, her fingers kept going, kept pushing. It was hours before she would accept that she was incapable of cumming without his permission, no matter how hard she tried. After she told him about it, he punished her for trying, but when punishment was over and he told her she was forgiven, they talked about it more. She knew now that even though she was wrong for trying, it was a lesson in itself for her, and let him know that her training had progressed well.
If she could see inside his mind, she would probably be shocked at what he had in store for her. Suddenly his touch stopped, and a frustrated whimper came from her side of the car. He chuckled, and she peeked at him through her lashes. Behind him she saw the house, her new home. Though she had visited here many times before, this time was different. After composing herself, she waited for him to open her door. He made it clear early on that he preferred to do things like opening her door, or pulling out her chair. She grew accustomed to the little niceties that were so often looked down on in today's day and age. Every little thing he did made her feel more ladylike, which seemed to please him.
After stepping out, and turning toward her new home, she took a moment to observe it. Somehow it seemed larger than it used to. There were 5 bedrooms on the main floor, so it wasn't a small place. Mark was quite well off, more so than even the size of this house would let on. But the real effort went into the basement. The entrance was hidden in the Master bedroom, and couldn't be seen at all from the outside. But the contents... oh she really enjoyed her time down there.
"In you go sweetie. Welcome home."
She smiled up at him, at 6'2", he was 8 inches taller so she really did have to look up at him, even when she wasn't on her knees. She stepped inside and immediately removed her clothing, folded it neatly, and set it on the bench by the door. Silently she dropped to her knees as she had been instructed to many times, and waited. He stroked her hair softly in a gesture she loved before walking off with her bags. It was a few minutes before she heard him come back, with her eyes downcast she couldn't see him until his feet came into view again.
He stepped behind her and wrapped his large hand around her neck, she gasped in surprise even as her pussy clenched. "You are mine. Fully, totally, completely. Mind, body, and soul. Once I put this collar on, it will never come off again. This is your last chance to change your mind. If you choose not to go through with it, I'll take you home. I will make sure you are financially sound until you can find a new job. There will be no hard feelings. But if you accept this collar, you are mine for life. I will continue to train you. I will use you as I see fit. You will want for nothing for the rest of your life. I will expect complete obedience. You will have my unending love, and the assurance that I will care for your every need. Tell me, My little one, do you accept my collar?"
A scant half heartbeat passed before she found her voice. "Yes Master, I accept your collar. I am, and will always be yours. Mind, body, and soul. I will strive to be the best I can be for you, and to make you proud."
They both smiled happily as the steel collar wrapped around her neck. She felt the cool steel against her heated skin. He spared no expense, the collar was made of the finest stainless steel, the edges all softly rounded so she could wear it at all times without it rubbing or scratching her neck. The locking mechanism had been a challenge to get done right. He worked with a special metal-smith, describing exactly what he wanted, and they worked until it was right. When Mark had told her the collar would never come off, he meant it. Short of finding a way to cut it off, once the lock slipped in place, there would be no way to unlock it. There was no key, no keyhole even. He snapped it shut with a satisfying click. Tipping her head back, he kissed her lips softly. "That's my good girl." Her upside down smile made him grin.
"Now let's see if you remember how to use that sexy little mouth of yours." It took him mere seconds to step around in front of her, and release his hard cock. Tantalizingly close, she could almost taste him. "Open wide. Hands behind your back." She obeyed without thought, staring at him, aching to taste. It felt like hours before he grabbed her head, fists in her hair, and shoved every inch of his hardness straight into her mouth and down her throat. It took a bit of training before she was able to take all of him without choking and gagging. Now she loved the feeling of him using her like this, it made her throb and she felt a drip of juices from her pussy run down the side of her thigh.
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He held himself down her throat until he could tell her vision was swimming and she needed air. Then pulled nearly all the way out for a brief moment before plunging back in, and fucking her face hard, deep and fast. He loved to use her mouth like this, knowing she would take all of him, and that he could cut off her air supply as long as he wanted. There was a rush of power he felt at that. After two months he needed release almost as bad as she did, so it didn't take long before he filled her throat with his hot cum and felt her greedily swallow every drop.
She looked up at him as he pulled from her mouth, he knew how much his praise meant to her. A simple stroke of her hair told her she had done well.
Now that he could think straight again, his attention turned back to the next phase of her complete submission to him. "Come now, time to head to the basement." He could see her face light up, she suffered a lot of things in that basement, but almost always it ended with her cumming so much she would collapse from it. If only she realized what he had in store for her, she may not have been quite so eager to follow him.
He didn't like the idea of her crawling down stairs, so at the head of the stairs she stood and walked down the stairs before getting back on her hands and knees. It was one of the only times she was permitted to walk in the house. He took her to one side of the room, where there was a table specially designed to hold her in place for hours on end. The end of the table was open with bent portions on either side to hold her legs at the perfect angle for him to tease and use her pussy or ass, while keeping her from doing more than wiggle a little. "Up."
It was the type of simple command he liked, one that was obvious by his actions or where they were. She scrambled up onto the table and into position. He secured her to it, strapping her in with the built in cuffs. The table had been designed for her, so the measurements were perfect. First her wrists were strapped into place, then near the elbow, high on the arm, around her waist, above and below her breasts, thighs, calves, ankles, even a gag that was connected to the table holding her head in place. As soon as she was completely secured, he pulled out the box of special made equipment that she had not yet seen.
"I have something very special for you today." He carefully placed everything on a small table by her foot. She couldn't see what he was doing, and he could see her pussy leaking juices already. "No cumming unless I say, be my good girl now." He felt the need to remind her as he knew this was going to push her to the edge over and over.
The first thing he needed to do was loosen her up a bit, so he started with a fairly large dildo that he knew she would take easily. Teasing her with it, he fucked her wet dripping pussy until he could tell she was close. Quickly setting that one aside, he grabbed a larger one and repeated the process. Several close calls later she was ready. He grabbed what looked like a steel cylinder the size of a really large dildo and slipped into her dripping wet pussy, stretched to fit. He admired the fit for a moment, grinning as he stroked his fingers inside it. Inside the tube was a fleshy interior made to fit his cock perfectly and to feel as close to the real thing as something synthetic possibly can. He was looking forward to testing it out inside her, having already tested it by itself.
He knew she had no idea what he was doing, or what it meant. Even if she did, in her position there wasn't really anything she could do about it. She never asked about the rings he had pierced into her pussy lips, she probably assumed they were decorative, but now their purpose was to finally be realized. He fitted the first part of the cover into place, it slipped over her lips, the rings coming up through it just far enough to barely peek over the top. The inner edges slipping just inside to connect to the tube now keeping her stretched wide open. More tiny locks connected the two pieces together, and like the collar, they couldn't be unlocked once in place. Small bars slipped through the bit of ring that came up through the cover, and again locked securely and permanently into place.
Almost there, his dream nearly fully realized. As a little gift to her, he leaned down and licked her clit once, then sucked it into his mouth for a moment. This would be the last time her clit would receive any stimulation. The hood slipped in place over her clit, fitting absolutely perfectly and locking into the rest of the custom made chastity device. The last piece to put into place was the cover to it all which was designed to look like a perfectly shaved pussy. He clipped it on and heard the locks snap into place. "Oh my love." He spoke softly, stroking the soft lips that she could not feel. "It's perfect, just perfect." His cock was straining again and he needed to use her now, hard and fast. He stepped up to her, between her legs, and let his cock rub against her new pussy. It was soft, smooth, and felt nice cradling him.
He needed to see her face as she realized what had just happened. "I'm sure you feel the stretch of the tube now fitted inside you." He stroked against her. "I'm also sure you don't feel me against you right now." The frustrated, horny look on her face confirmed this for him. "Just like you won't feel this." His cock fit inside the tube, he felt her new pussy hug him tight and moaned deeply. She felt none of this, only a minuscule bit of movement as the tube shifted with his every thrust. Pounding inside her, he fucked her just like he would have normally. Not long now, a few more strokes and he would fill her with his cum. His eyes locked with hers then, as he broke the news. "This." He punctuated what he meant with a hard thrust. "This is permanent." Her eyes grew wide. "That's right, your pussy will never again feel a touch. You will never be able to touch it. And...", he stroked until he was right on the edge. "You will never cum again." As she screamed into her gag he thrust one last time and emptied himself into her.
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When the realization of what he had done hit her, she felt a peace at the same time her body clenched. Outwardly she screamed, she cried, but inside... Inside, she felt completely, utterly owned. She was his, now and forever. It shone in her eyes.

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Kady Did Anal byericthebard©

I decided to press on with the series and explore more of Kady's adventures. There are a few things planned, but we'll see how things go. Sometimes, the stories seem to write themselves, and I'm just along for the ride.
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You know who I am by now, and if you don't, you should go back and read the account of my first time. Things from here on out won't make much sense if you don't.
Hell. They might not make much sense if you DO.
I'm Arcadia Glimmer Mist, known as Kady to most of my friends and family. My brother Justice (our parents are hippies, or would have been a few decades ago) calls me Glim. I turned eighteen a few months ago, and it was yesterday that I decided I was going to lose my virginity - which I had held onto with grim determination until it was wholly and completely my decision to lose it - to the widower living up the street, Mr. Neil Dodd.
Doctor, I had discovered. Dr. Dodd was a sex therapist - or had been until his wife's death drove him into near seclusion. I wonder if my mom knew that. Neil and I had just showered, and he'd found this gorgeous little silk robe for me - from the momentary expression on his face, it must have belonged to his wife - and I'm talking to my mother on the phone.
See, I'd asked Neil to take my virginity...and kind of implied that he should take all of it. Well. More than kinda. But Neil tells me that anal sex requires all kinds of preparation, and that he'd have to go and get the stuff, and could I please come back another day.
I was having none of that.
So I told him I wanted to call my mother, ignored his wince - he's good friends with my parents, but apparently doesn't really get them at all - and am now alone in the bedroom while he putters out in the kitchen.
"Hi Mom!" I chirp. "It's -" I check the clock " - five thirty in the evening, do you know where your daughter is?"
Her tone is dry as she answers - she's really good at that. "Ass deep in alligators, if I know you. Wait. This is you we're talking about, you never do things halfway. Neck deep, then."
"Probably," I agree cheerfully. "But seriously, I'm over at Dr. Dodd's."
There's a short silence, and I wait through it, toying with the hem of my robe. Finally, Mom says, "Good choice, Kady. Did you give him a say at all, or did you just tie him down and have your way with him."
"Didn't come to that," I tell her in a candid tone, "but I had the handcuffs in the bottom of the picnic basket. You knew?"
"I guessed," she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice. "You left the house without any underwear, don't think I didn't notice."
"Mother," I reply, faking a scandalized tone. "It was hot!"
"So are you, and you know it. Does Neil know we're having this conversation?"
I hedge a bit at that. "...he knows I'm talking to you?" I offer finally. Before she can say anything else, I rush on. "Look, I wanted to ask you if I could stay the night, and if you would tell him yourself that it's okay. He's worried this'll offend you guys or something."
"Your body, your choice, Kady," my mother reminds me. "So long as he respects that, and you, we're good." A slight pause. I can hear sounds like she's making dinner. "That good, huh?"
I fall back on the bed with a groan. "You don't know, Mom."
"First times are usually pretty bad," she tells me honestly. "You got lucky and did it smart. You gonna make this a regular thing?"
I hear the question she isn't asking. "Probably," I say casually, "but I'm not, like, in love or anything. He's a good guy and damn does he make me feel good, but I'm not ready for steady, yet."
"Mmm. Good. First loves are even worse than first times, sometimes. Put him on the phone, I'll put him at ease."
I get up, not bothering to close my robe, and walk through the hall to where Neil is cooking stir fry. It smells wonderful, but I have something else on my mind. I hand him the phone, and he takes it with a bemused expression. Then, despite his warning and slightly frantic looks, I get on my knees in front of him, open his robe, and start gently licking his cock with the end of my tongue, staring up at him through tumbled, wild red hair with my luminous green eyes the entire time, smirking.
"Uh, hello?" he says to my mom in an unsteady voice, and then listens. I can't imagine what they're saying. I take his cock in my hand and start stroking it gently, teasing the tip with my soft, full lips.
"I...yes, Mrs. Mist... Avalonia, right, Avalonia. I..." He falls silent again, and his cock is slowly hardening in my hand. I breathe hotly over the firming flesh in my fingers and kiss the tip softly, wetting my lips as I do. Every now and then I'll give a teasing little lick. He shifts his feet, but doesn't try to stop me or move away.
"I...that's good to know, Mrs...uh, Avalonia. Both you and Nehemiah have been good friends to me. I admit, this isn't exactly what I thought oh hell Kady," he gasps as I suddenly take him completely in my mouth, adjusting in the way he helped me learn so I could take him down my throat. I suck hard as I pull back, and he groans. "I'm, uh...fine, Avalonia, I..." he blinks. "Well. Actually. Yeah, she is." With a look of complete and utter bafflement on his face, he covers the reciever with his hand and says, "Your mom says you should stop until we're done talking. It's rude."
I pop my mouth off his cock long enough to say, "Proves she's okay with it, doesn't it?"
That makes him freeze, but then he barks out a laugh and puts the phone to his ear. "You have a hell of a daughter, Avalonia, just thought you should know. All right. I'll take good care of her. Very good care," he says, and I never really considered before that those three words could be spoken in such a threatening tone. I look up at him, lips wrapped around his cock, and give him my best little girl expression, wide eyed and innocent - as innocent as one can look with a cock in her mouth. He shudders, and I giggle, happily going back to my work.
Until his hand tangles in my red hair - it's this mass of stuff, not quite curly, nowhere near straight, kind of frizzy, and there's an awful lot of it - and he forces my mouth off of him, bending my neck back to look him in the eyes. It's a little terrifying, actually, and suddenly, I'm aware that this man is a lot more powerful than me, and the only thing that has kept him from doing horrible things to me is his personal honor and his respect for my parents. Thin shields, those. I had already been a little aroused - I mean, I was sucking his cock, it seems to me that should get your motor going - but now I was hit with a paradoxical blend of lust and fear.
He bends down, holding my eyes with his, and my neck is arched a little painfully, my back arched as well to keep balance and to keep from losing the chunk of hair his hand is in. This thrusts out my chest, and a very nice chest it is if I do say so myself, round and full and perky, large enough to catch notice, not big enough to make buying bras any more of a chore than it has to be. He doesn't look.
"And now," he says, in a pleasant voice that makes my skin tingle, "you're mine until tomorrow. Do you like that idea, little girl?"
I force myself to relax in his grip. I chose this. I walked in here and less seduced this man than threw myself at him. Let's play along. He hasn't really hurt me yet and I don't think he has it in him, really. He was so gentle, and caring, and afraid to damage me.
"Yes," I tell him, and I don't have to fake the desire in my voice.
"We have some work to do, then," he says, and lets me go, then reaches a hand down to help me up.
I won't go into detail about that prep. Some of it is massively unsexy, but it had to be done. Instead, I'll skip past all the gross to where he's got me laying naked on my belly on his bed, and he's massaging some kind of oil into my skin, his hands warm and strong and sure, and I am all but melting into the bed. It's dark, and he has all sorts of candles laid out. First times should always be special, he says, and he's going out of his way to make this special for me. I feel all loose and soft and warm, and his hands feel so good on my skin, and when he begins massaging my ass, I make a little mewl and tilt my pelvis, pressing my ass up into his hands. I want to be touched. I want all of this.
It's still completely unexpected when he touches the tight little circle of muscle with one oil-slick finger. I gasp and shudder at the sensation, and my hands make fists in the sheets. He works slowly, so slowly; I don't know where he finds the patience, because I'm almost crying for him to give me more, to do more. The source of the pleasure he gives me, what point it originates on my body, no longer seems to be relevant; I'm just sinking into it.
But he does take his time, massaging and teasing and driving me until I shudder with orgasm without him ever having actually touched my clit or my pussy. I hadn't known that was even possible. It didn't have the soul-wrenching intensity of that first time, when he'd gone down on me, but it was nice, relaxing, releasing.
There's a buzzing, and he's put some kind of vibrator under me, right on my clit. The vibrations are gentle, low, distracting, and it feels wonderful. I hiss and clench the sheets in my hands, and he lays atop me, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck. I can feel his weight poised above me, though he's holding himself up.
"The vibrator will make it easier," he says. "You seem to get distracted pretty easy. Try to keep your clit on the button. If I thought you could hold it there, I'd let you do it, but you kinda flail when you get excited."
"Flail?" I protest weakly, and he laughs. "Pin me," I whisper.
"Are you sure?" he asks. "The feeling of restraint -"
"Neil, shut the fuck up and hold me down," I hiss at him, annoyed. I want it. I can't explain why. I'm not into being degraded and I don't have a rape fantasy, but right now, I want his weight on my hands, on my wrists, holding me as he invades my most sacred - or maybe most profane - of spaces. And given his track record, he's going to take his time about it, and I'm going to need him to stop me from turning this shit around and doing it at my own pace because I get impatient. Even this short day has shown me that his patience is a winner in the end.
Heh. In the end.
And that's why I'm giggling when I first feel the press of his cock into my anus, the resistance he has broken down through massage, relaxation, and stimulation, and my mouth drops open, my breath coming shallowly as he slowly, slowly pushes into me.
Holy fuck this hurts.
Holy fuck this feels amazing.
The two are simultaneous and intertwined; I can't separate them in my mind. I tighten on his shaft, and he waits for it to pass, and again, with his incredibly patient care, he begins to slowly sodomize me. When I'm aroused, I often make high-pitched mewling sounds, little keens and whines. What is pulled out of me now is a long, low, guttural groan, a sound I have never made before. I flex my hands, his hands holding down my wrists, not in struggle, but to remind me that they are pinned, and slowly, as slowly as Neil is moving, my body relaxes, accommodates the invader, and the pain begins to ebb.
And the pleasure begins to mount.
I can't see Neil's face, but if this feels half as good to him as it's starting to feel to me, I don't know how he's lasted this damn long. The buzzer on my clit does help; the constant stimulation keeps me from focusing on the pain, the arousal makes me open up, apparently in all orifices.
"Are you okay?" Neil murmurs, his own voice tight. Apparently, this DOES feel pretty good to him.
"If you stop," I rasp at him, "I will kill you." And in that moment, I am totally sincere. If he calls this off now, I will rip off his dick and make him choke on it.
"No worries there," he assures me, and slides a little further in, pulling another groan out of me. "Any pain?"
"God. Good pain. Fuck. More."
I swear to God it takes him half a fucking hour before I feel his hips against my ass, and he says, "That's it. All of it. Holy shit, Kady. You feel so goddamned amazing."
"You should try it from this end," I manage, and that makes him laugh. I shudder and groan again as he strokes once, in and out, moving slowly, so goddam slowly.
"Oh," he tells me, "I have."
"Neil?" I ask him.
"Hmm?"
"You're amazing. You make me cum like I'm being turned inside out. Your patience is ...fuck." I'm not eloquent. Least of all when I'm near blind from arousal, soaking the sheets and the little vibrator my pussy is resting on, with a cock up my ass. "Shut up and fuck me already."
He laughs again, and does.
I literally have no idea how to describe it. The sensations are completely different. He wasn't merciless or rough, beyond holding me down, and that was at my request. Neil was a big fan of the long slow screw, I was realizing, and that was great, but sometimes, a girl just wants it now. He gets the picture when I start pushing back against him. I need more, I need it harder. I think he worries, my first anal screw, he needs to be gentle.
I don't want gentle, and I proceed to make that fucking clear to him.
Don't get me wrong. The long buildup and everything else was probably everything I needed so that this wasn't a horrible experience for me. But now that we're in it, I keep goading Neil into driving that beautiful cock of his - thick enough for my fingers not to touch when I wrapped my hand around it, long enough for those beautiful driving deep strokes that feel like they're hitting bottom in you - into me, harder and faster. And when he finally cuts loose and stops being a gentleman and starts fucking my ass like I want, it only takes a few strokes before my world goes white.
I am beginning to realize that there are lots of different kinds of orgasms. I'd masturbated frequently. I'd avoided breaking my cherry because I liked the idea of breaking it the old fashioned way, but I knew my way around, really. That gave me nice, sharp climaxes most of the time - you feel the tension building like a string drawn tight, and then it snaps - sharp, sudden, and the tension just flows out of you.
The first time Neil had given me an orgasm was with his mouth, after his usual buildup of being a godawful tease, my mind had gone completely blank, every muscle spasming - I'd never been electrocuted before, but I had always had a vague image in my head that it was like that, only this had felt so insanely good that I just...checked out for a couple seconds.
The slow, shuddery, gentle orgasms were new to me, but really nice - low intensity, but deeply satisfying and relaxing, like a long exhale after a held breath. Neil's massage had given me one of those, and I'd gotten another while sucking his cock in the shower. Neil calls them psychic orgasms - not like anything mystical, but that they were mostly caused by mental stimulation over physical, or something.
This orgasm was like an oncoming train.
I feel it building in the distance, gathering force and fury like a hurricane in the Gulf - or a tsunami. I figure, it's a long way off, and I'll be ready by the time it got to me, but then it comes rushing, with a speed and force I'd never imagined possible, and all of a sudden, my hands flex, my stomach tightens, my ass clenches so hard on the cock inside of it that Neil grunts - it sounded pained -, and the breath is forced out of me in a screamed groan that sounds, to me, like metal giving way - not really a wail or a scream or a groan, but some hybrid of all three, a forced vocalization that has nothing of my human mind behind it, bat a raw expression of my animal release. And it goes on, wave after wave pounding my mind to pieces, my body with pleasure, and when I feel Neil shudder above me, pulse within me, the hot gush of semen in my bowels, it's like that game when you keep bumping a balloon back into the air, trying to keep it from touching the ground. It doesn't so much make me come again as spur the current climax on.
It's several minutes before I come back to myself, Neil still half hard and buried in my ass, but the vibrator's starting to be more uncomfortable than anything else. I pull my hand out from Neil's unresisting grip. His weight is on me, now, but it isn't too bad, and he stirs enough to shift when I reach under myself and pull the annoying little buzzer from its place. This causes him to slip out of me, and I give a little groan at the sensation, and feel a weird sense of loss. The bed beneath me is soaked, the sheets sodden to my fingers as I grab the buzzer and halfheartedly throw it away from me. Neil gives a little chuckle at that.
"Did I pee?" I ask dazedly, shifting about in the suddenly uncomfortable wet spot. Neil blinks, looks down, and then, oddly, leans down and sniffs the wet bedclothes. I just stare at him as he comes back up to a sitting position - I writhe away so I can sit up and look at him.
"No," he says. "Really intense orgasms can cause women to ejaculate. I wouldn't say it's common, but it isn't really all THAT rare. It happens."
"I seem to have a terrible effect on your bedding," I note shakily. I am trembling, and feeling his cum ooze out of my ass, and realizing suddenly that I am exhausted.
"I can always get more sheets," he shrugs, dismissing it. Then he takes a close look at me. "Are you okay?"
"I need a shower," I say plaintively, "but I don't think I can move."
"That's okay," he says, and gets up - Christ it's unfair, how is he moving, I thought men always rolled over and fell asleep after - coming around the bed to scoop me up in his arms. It's a good feeling, and I rest my head on his chest. "We'll get you cleaned up, and we can make a nest on the floor. I'll strip the bed while you sleep."
"Aren't you tired?" I ask muzzily as he carries me into the bathroom.
"Fucking wrecked," he agrees, and the unexpected casual vulgarity makes me lift my head to look at him, but he's smiling. "But I can handle it. Let me take care of you?"
"All you been doing since I got here," I grumble, letting my head drop back.
"Yeah," he says. "Nice, isn't it?"
I fall asleep sometime while he's washing me clean.
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I wake up slowly, surrounded by warmth, nuzzled into covers with a warm, naked form pressed to my back. My ass is sore, and I feel drained, but even so, the hard length of Neil's cock feels good pressed against my backside. We're spooned together, and warm and cozy and safe, and I move my hips a little against the hot cock pushing against my soft skin, and feel myself growing wet and warmer. I reach down, shifting slightly, open my legs for his length to pass between, and press him into me, sighing at the sensation. Neil murmurs and shifts, his hips making slow motions - too gentle to call them thrusts. I think he's still asleep, fucking me, and I'm content to do the work, with little rolls of my hips, moving his big warm hand from my flat belly to cup my breast, his palm feeling hot and rough against the nipple.
It's slow, gentle sex, with soft sounds and sighs, and I don't know exactly when Neil realizes he's awake, and that I am, and that we are joined, but while the pace does increase a bit toward the end, it never gets frantic. It's nice and soft and slow and sweet, and I cum gently, yet another new kind of orgasm - kind of like the shuddery ones, but deeper and more intense. I shiver and tighten around him, giving a gasping little cry, as I feel him pour into me with a groan and shudder of his own. We go back to sleep like that, without ever saying a word.
 In the morning, I wake up slowly, refreshed and pleasantly sore, to the smells of breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, and I feel like those cartoons, where the wafting smells allow the character to literally float toward the food. I enter the kitchen in nothing but one of Neil's old shirts, my prt little nose lifted toward the smells, audibly sniffing as I roll up the too-long sleeves. "Fuck, I'm starved." I notice the sundress I wore coming here is neatly washed and hung on the back of a chair, and I cock an eyebrow and look at Neil. "How long have you been awake?"
"A lot longer than you," he tells me cheerily. "Unfair that you look better in my clothes than I do. You didn't have any spare clothes, I noticed, so I cleaned your dress for you. Only took a couple hours, and I did have all that other laundry to do."
"Me and your sheets," I agree regretfully as I take a seat. Obnoxiously, I take up the silverware he'd placed there, fork in one hand and knife in the other, and begin banging my fists demandingly on the table. "Food, man!" I demand, making the word man sound like slave.
"Something about this seems very backwards," he notes as he slides a plate of food in front of me.
"Turnabout is fair play?" I counter, cocking an eyebrow at him, and he concedes with a bow of his head and a grin.
It's surprising. I had expected it to be awkward. I had expected all this to be awkward. Instead, Neil and I just kind of fell together in a relaxed kind of way, no expectations or illusions. I'm only eighteen, but even I know how rare that is. We had become, in the day and night we spent together, something way more important than lovers, at least as I count things.
We'd become friends.
I tell him this over breakfast, and he reaches out and squeezes my hand gently. "I'm not going to pretend, Kady," he says, looking at me with those intense blue eyes of his. "There's a part of me that would like to make it more. But I know better. You'll always have a place here, if you need it, and someone to talk to that isn't your parents, if you need that. Besides, I'm an expert on sex. That's like, the best friend an eighteen year old can have, male or female."
"A sexpert!" I agree, grinning impishly at him, and have the pleasure of seeing him wince.
He sees me out the door with a long, slow kiss, starting a slow burn in my belly that I know he won't satisfy. At least not today. "I won't tell you to be good, Kady," he says with a smirk. "But I do hope you'll be well."
"I thought your expertise was human sexuality," I complain, "not English." But I take the well-wishes, give him a few of my own, and then head back down the road toward home in the late morning light. I guess most other girls would dread telling their mothers about this sort of thing.
Me? I'm looking forward to it.