Humans got drunk, danced, and paired up so they might not have to cum alone at the end of the evening. What sex they did have, a small minority might declare it satisfying; fewer still might call it ecstasy.
This was ecstasy.
We stepped outside time and experienced ecstasy as few humans ever did, for a moment, and then we fell to earth. She growled and placed both hands firmly against the bar, downing the shot the bartender had given her sixty seconds earlier and slammed the glass down so hard it shattered.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder and glared at me, eyes burning with a lust I had remembered with something approaching fondness. I answered her glare by withdrawing my cock from her pussy and slamming it home again.
"Yyyeesss," she hissed, body shivering salty sweat forming on her skin
I felt muscles in my back and stomach relaxing, the sensuality of our coupling sliding between them, oiling them, preparing to aid me in the hours ahead.
Her cunt was magnificent. Thousands of men had met their end inside it as she milked the life from them one drop at a time. Some were taken quickly, others sipped until driven insane. Not a place to be for a mortal man unless she liked you, in which case you were probably fine.
Lucky for me that I am an immortal man, my cock a reflection of her pussy. A tool designed to feed upon the carnal essence of human females, and drive Succubi like Natasha into fits of ecstasy.
"STOP. TEASING!"
I flexed my penis and she came again. I held my length within her, basking in the sensation of her muscles futilely attempting to milk my life from me. Days of withholding ejaculate from a female and abstaining from sex had made me feel clouded. I felt more assured now, my head was clear. Watching the perfection of Natasha's ass muscles and feeling the tenderness of her pussy made me feel alive.
I began to pump her faster than she normally liked it, letting her feel the entirety of my length and steadily pushing her towards a climax. Her fingers were deftly twisting her clit as she raced ahead of me, eager to reach her next climax before I had intended it. She screamed as I brought my hand down to impact one of her perfectly formed cheeks.
"Gaahhh! I love it when you spank me Micah! More please, hit it again! I want to feel your hands on me!
I grinned, "You missed this didn't you? Filthy little BITCH!"
SMACK!
A burgundy handprint on midnight skin. I signaled to the bartender. He poured us two shots and didn't bat an eye. I made Natasha stop rubbing her clit to hand me mine. I downed the alcohol and tasted her pussy juices on the rim from where her hand touched the glass.
Delicious.
I tossed it over my shoulder and mentally informed a passing waitress of its parabolic arc. She caught it neatly and I made a mental note to leave her a nice tip the next time she served me.
A tear streamed down Nattie's faced as I brutally fucked her. My hips impacted hers with a force she rarely experienced. A series of small orgasms wracked her luscious frame. I refused to slow my pace despite the best efforts of the muscles in her pussy to deter me. Every time I entered her I felt the attempts to clamp down on me, to trap my cock in her warmth. Our combined juices and my stamina made this impossible. She was at my mercy, just the way I liked it.
I leaned down and wrapped my hands around her thighs, lifting her up off the ground so we could fuck standing up. She squealed and her arms flew back so she could steady herself on my shoulders, sharp nails drew droplets of blood from my taut biceps. I lifted her up along the length of my cock and paused.
"No, no, NO! Don't drop me Micah GODDAMNIT YOU SON-OF-A-"
I dropped her, letting gravity push my entire length into her cunt, catching her at the bottom.
"FUCK YOU MICAH! WHY DOES THAT HAVE TO FEEL SO GOOD! I FUCKING HATE Y-"
I bit into her shoulder, tasting copper again, and whispered a reply to her screams:
"I missed you Nattie."
I lifted her back up my length and slowly lowered her down, fucking her gently in the middle of the bar until she cooed in sensual delight at the tender sensations this produced. I kept it up and walked us out to the middle of the dance floor, the crowd parted for us, seeing nothing.
The music was deafening and everyone was slick with sweat. I saw the twins from earlier. The Domme and her boy were gone. I was pleasuring a Succubus named Natasha by sliding her up and down the length of my erect cock the same way a man might masturbate by using his hand, not that I ever needed to do that. Several people had caught some of the raw lust that escaped my glamour and were copulating in the darker corners of the room.
I set Nattie down, letting her bare feet touch the dance floor. Her legs buckled and I held her until she found her balance.
"Let's dance," I whispered.
She purred in response. Already joined at the hip, we began to grind against each other's bodies, my dick firmly lodged in her sex. Hands reached up to cup my face and bring me down so we could kiss. Our tongues met and we moaned, I felt her pussy squeeze the head of my cock. A squeeze that would have meant death to a regular man, since it marked the entrance to the most sacred part of a Succubus's anatomy, her womb. For an Incubi like me, it just felt fucking awesome.
Once we had finished tasting each other, we did actually just dance for a few minutes, both of us running hands over her body, pushing drops of sweat around like it was mercury. I gently pinched her nipples and felt her sigh. Her hands reached behind us to knead my ass and I dutifully played with her clit until she climaxed again, breathing in lungfuls of air as her midnight body shook in my arms.
"Enough dancing," I hissed, and grabbed her hair, bending her forward.
Gasping, still in the throes of her last orgasm, she tried to fight back, but she was still too weak. Her tiny hands dug into my forearm, feebly trying to loosen my grip on her locks. I withdrew my cock from her and watched her calves and thighs tremble as she dealt with my unexpected absence. My member was slick with the Succubi's pussy juices.
"Let me show you how much I missed you," I whispered.
She whimpered and gasped, "Pllleeassee, be gentle."
"Never," I replied.
The mushroom head of my phallus pressed against the perfectly formed opening of her asshole. Two exquisitely shaped globes parted for me and Nattie's whole body shook as I slowly began to push my length into her.
She began to scream when the head was fully inside her. I let go of her hair and grabbed her arms just below the elbows so she couldn't hit or scratch me. I growled my lust for her. Nattie's ass was a furnace. Pressure, heat, and pain assaulted my senses, strengthening my resolve to see it through. Several inches slipped inside her when I felt her body rising on the crest of another massive orgasm. I tensed the muscles of my body and thrust every remaining inch of me into her asshole.
She screamed curses at me in several different languages as she came. My teeth were grinding together, I couldn't say anything, I just started fucking her. No mercy this time, I was within sight of the finish line. The tingle in my balls was noticeable. I had waited three days for this; I would not be denied my release.
"I LOVE YOU MICAH! I LOVE YOU WHEN YOU FUCK ME LIKE THIS!" she screamed.
I just howled without words and buried myself even deeper on my next thrust. For a moment I let the glamour slip, and several hundred people saw the exquisite contrast of a muscled caucasian man paired with an ebony woman. Two beautiful and elegant specimens of 'humanity' rutting like beasts. Then I snapped it back over us and came.
My orgasm was massive. A torrent of semen poured into Natasha's asshole and I struggled to keep conscious. She cooed in delight as the furnace that was her butt was further warmed by the gift of an Incubi's semen, her insides lapping it up and sucking it up into her body. I kissed her neck softly as my cock softened and slid out of her.
She turned to face me and stood on tiptoe to kiss my lips. We whispered sweet nothings to each other amidst the dancers and held each other until the sun came up.
The
End.
Play Date at Connie's
Karen and I should have gotten married. The great sex should have shown us how compatible we were. But we were young and stupid, both lousy at understanding our feelings, and worse at expressing them ... so we never thought of marriage and eventually we split.
A few years later we were both married to other people, both with 3-year-old boys, and she was living on the other side of the country. We emailed a few times a year, but that was all. So I was surprised one day when Karen called.
"Hiya Brent. Guess who?"
"No guessing, sweetie. If ever I don't recognize your voice ... somebody should check my pulse."
We spent a few minutes catching up, then she told me why she called.
"I'm going to be in your lovely city next weekend and I think we should get together."
I had never met her husband and didn't really want to. But I thought I should offer to entertain.
"We could have you and Rob over to the house for a cookout Saturday," I offered.
"Rob's not coming," she said. "It's just me and Teddy."
"Okay, I'd love to meet your boy and we could still have that cookout."
She hesitated.
"Does Ginny still work weekends?"
"Yeah, her hobby has turned into a business so she's working 12-hour days on weekends. Brian and I run errands and go to the playground."
"So maybe you and Brian could break free and come over to Connie's for the day?"
I was a little surprised at the mention of Connie. Karen and Connie had been best friends through college, and roommates for several years. But Connie had not approved of me when I was dating Karen. She thought I wasn't good enough for her roomie. In those days she enjoyed teasing me about my often-interrupted college studies and my bartending jobs. Connie and I never actually fought, but our relationship was far from close.
Connie graduated at the top of her class and was a law professor. She was also married to a lawyer and had a 4-year-old girl.
"So ... you're staying at Connie's?"
"Yeah, she's got a big house with a pool. Her husband will be at some seminar in Chicago, but she's offered to play hostess. And I'm desperate to meet your little boy. I can't wait to see you being a Daddy!"
So we arranged to meet at Connie's house at midday the following Saturday. But before she hung up, Karen said something that started me wondering.
"You won't tell Ginny about our date, will you?"
I admitted that I probably wouldn't tell my wife I'd be seeing an old girlfriend.
"Good. Then we'll see you Saturday."
"Hmm," I thought, hanging up.
It never occurred to me that Karen has sex in mind because a few years into her marriage she'd developed VVS, or Vulvar Vestibular Syndrome. It's a little-known condition that makes sex painful or impossible. Her emails over the years gave me a few details and I gathered that her sex life had come to an end. Even masturbating was usually too painful. It was hard to imagine someone like Karen doing without sex, but she hinted she was celibate.
While waiting for Saturday to roll around, I found myself recalling some of the more intimate details of my time with Karen ... including some that involved Connie, at least second-hand.
Karen and I tried a lot of things in bed, and one fun thing was sharing our fantasies. That's how I found out Karen lusted after Connie.
At first she would only tell me she had fantasies about making love to other women. For awhile I enjoyed asking her if she was attracted to various girls we knew, and I had great fantasies of her fucking them. I amused her by asking about a couple of girls in particular.
"Why would I be attracted to HER?" she said, after I asked about one girl.
"Well, I know you like athletic guys and SHE'S athletic."
"Hah, you have no idea!"
She was right. When Karen finally revealed that Connie turned her on I was surprised, but intrigued. They had always been close, but her sexual interest apparently started once when Connie noisily fucked a guy on their couch while Karen pretended to sleep in a nearby chair. Something awoke in Karen when she saw Connie's small tits bobbing and heard her gasp through an orgasm. Karen realized SHE wanted to be the one making Connie come! She waited until Connie and her partner left, then quickly masturbated to a powerful climax!
So I started fantasizing about Karen and Connie fucking ... and then I started telling Karen about my fantasies.
The first time, Karen was on top, riding my dick when I told her, bit by bit, about my fantasy featuring her and Connie. I told her I imagined the two of them kissing and undressing each other. I told her about my vision of them suckling each other's tits, and I told her in vivid detail about them in a 69, licking each other to orgasm.
At each stage of my lurid tale, Karen got more and more aroused, more and more wide-eyed, more and more breathlessly out-of-control. By the end she was fucking herself up and down on my dick like crazy while gripping me hard enough to leave bruises. Then she was overwhelmed by a sudden, powerful orgasm! Her typical orgasm was marked by long, full-throated groans, but THIS one triggered an ear-splitting scream of joyful completion!
After that I would occasionally throw gasoline on the fire of our lovemaking by describing my fantasies of her and Connie making love. That never failed to drive Karen into a state of lustful overdrive resulting in a powerful climax for her and a sore dick for me.0
I once asked Karen why she never tried to live out her fantasies with Connie. As much as she loved the idea of sex with Connie, she wasn't sure how her best friend would react. Karen was afraid of losing Connie's friendship.
Saturday came, Ginny left at the crack of dawn and I puttered through the morning before dressing Brian and heading for Connie's. She lives in a seriously upscale neighborhood with huge houses surrounded by trees and tall privacy fences. Connie's house was one of the nicest, with six bedrooms, a huge kitchen designed for entertaining and a beautiful pool. I was feeling a little intimidated until Connie greeted me at the door like a long-lost friend and cooed tenderly over Brian. She picked him up and led me out to the pool where Karen rose to greet me with a fierce hug and a firm kiss on the lips.
Connie is a lifelong runner and Karen a dedicated swimmer so they both looked terrific in their bikinis. The healthy good looks of their early 20s had matured into something even more interesting in their early 30s. Motherhood had given Connie the tits she lacked in college and Karen had also filled out a little, though neither was carrying any excess.
In addition, there were three young women in swimsuits around the pool and they came to be introduced.
"Brent," Connie said, "these are my law students Allison, Terri and Rachel. Don't try to argue with them, or they'll rip you apart!"
Allison was holding Karen's boy, Teddy, a dark-haired wiggler with his mother's eyes and bossy tone. And Terry held Connie's 4-year-old girl ... curly, sweet and calm. I introduced Brian and his cherubic face and blond mop immediately made him the center of a circle of adoring women. Karen demanded to be the first to hold and kiss him and I could tell she was smitten. Then she handed him over to Connie and pulled me aside.
"Hidden motives are at work here," she whispered, sqeezing my hand. "These three are some of Connie's best students, but they're also desperate to have babies. Connie tells them to wait until after law school, but she also brings them to her house so they can play with her little one. Today they each have a toddler to crush on!"
And that's how it worked. Allison, Terry and Rachel swam and played with our kids while Connie, Karen and I lounged in the sun, drinking ice tea, talking and watching the fun. Rachel wound up taking care of Brian and I could see she had a serious case of baby-love, attending to his every whim and hugging him often. And after he got over his first shyness, Brian thought she was wonderful.
Connie had apparently mellowed over the years. She still teased, but her gentle jibes had none of the bite I remembered from college. And once she noticed my gaze wandering
over her fine, full tits and she grinned and arched her back to show off her improved chest. That's something she would never have done in college!
Karen hadn't mellowed at all. She was the same brave, fiercely opinionated woman who had stolen my heart ... and other body parts. My heart rose in my throat the first chance I had to study her lovely face. There were some fine lines at the corners of her big brown eyes, and her thick brunette hair was carefully dressed. But otherwise she seemed like the same girl I had lost years before.
Or ...not entirely. A small town girl, her swimsuits had always been average ... neither too revealing nor too concealing. But today's bikini lifted and displayed her large tits and I could see her nipples poking through the thin fabric. That was another change. Years ago her nipples had been flat and had taken a lot of teasing to bring to attention. Now they were standing up on their own. And her swimsuit bottom matched the small top. A quick glance showed no evidence of pubes between her legs, where she once had a thick mat.
Time passed, the toddlers tired and Connie's students took them in for naps in one of the guest rooms. The girls lay down with the babies to help them get settled, while Karen, Connie and I tiptoed away. Then Connie left to deal with something in the kitchen and Karen took my hand.
"Come with me," she whispered, leading me upstairs.
She took me to a bedroom suite overlooking the pool that was clearly hers from the suitcases on the floor. She closed the door.
"Now for MY hidden motive!" she said, putting her arms around me and pulling me into a deep, searching kiss.
Ginny and I have a C+ sex life, hampered by the time limits of my job and her newfound career. The sex is great when we have time, but we rarely have time. So I was not exactly reluctant when Karen started tugging at my swimsuit. Then I remembered.
"Hey," I said, pushing her away slightly. "Won't your V-V-S ruin everything?"
She frowned and nodded.
"Yeah, it ruined everything with my husband, Mr. Missionary Position, but I've been thinking of ways around it, and I know you'll like my plan," she said, giving me a quick smile.
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