Again, my gaze fell upon the lovely lady in the nurse's outfit, and I was inspired! It was time to introduce a new element into our act! I smiled at the nurse, and offered her my hand. Without hesitation, she took it, and I helped her step up onto the stage. I handed her my riding crop, and asked her, "Would you like to show us what you can do?" She smiled and nodded. I ordered Mike onto his feet, at full profile from the audience. I whispered to the nurse, "Take it easy on him, he's not really into pain." She nodded, and proceeded to whip his ass. Mike's expression told me that, while she wasn't giving it her all, the nurse was being rougher on him than I was. But his expression also told me that it wasn't altogether unpleasant. His rigid cock, straining against the material of his panties confirmed what his facial expression hinted at.
I ordered Pamela onto her knees facing Mike, and she complied without hesitation. She licked her lips, as her eyes fell upon Mike's engorged manhood. "Suck it!" I ordered, and Pamela slowly pushed Mike's panties down, just far enough so that his cock was fully visible to the crowd. She licked the length of his shaft like a Popsicle, and cupped his balls in her hand. I knelt behind her, and kissed, licked, and nibbled on her back, her shoulders, her neck, and her ears, all the while, exploring her body with my hands. The nurse, meanwhile, pounded on Mike's ass with my riding crop. She obviously had used one before, as she never missed her mark. And I imagined that Mike's ass would end up as red as Pamela's was!
The audience was going nuts, cheering wildly, and shouting encouragement to Pamela, who hungrily sucked Mike's cock. I knew Mike must have been enjoying himself, as I've had the pleasure of Pamela's talented lips and tongue on my cock many times before. The nurse was also, apparently, enjoying herself, as she slapped Mike's ass, and Pamela's cunt was wetter than ever! So, it was official: *everyone* was having a good time!
I rubbed Pamela's clit, and fingerfucked her gently... bringing her to the very brink of orgasm, and then backing off again and again. Pamela knew that to cum without my permission could result in punishment, and she had no way to ask for release, because she also knew that to speak with her mouth full would also result in my displeasure. So, she continued to blow Mike, and trust me to keep her right on the edge, and not push her over.
Soon enough, Mike groaned, and his body shuddered; he grabbed Pamela's hair, and began pumping his cock furiously into her mouth... fucking her face, hard! Pamela made little noises in the back of her throat. I knew what those noises meant! She wanted Mike to cum in her mouth! And soon, he did! With a cry and another shudder, Mike's cock virtually exploded, and he filled Pamela's mouth with his white-hot semen. I told her not to swallow, until I gave the word, and she obeyed. His cum dripped from her lips and down her chin, but she managed to keep most of it in her mouth.
"Snowball him," I ordered, and she stood up, and kissed him deeply, and passionately, feeding him his own cum. He kissed back, with equal passion. Through this, I continued to tease Pamela's pussy, and now I told her, "cum for me, my pet!" And in a matter of seconds, she was moaning her pleasure into Mike's mouth, along with his semen. Every muscle in her body tensed, and her love-juices flowed over my hand like a river. I loved making Pamela cum, and she loved cumming for me.
She slumped back into my arms, just as the song ended, and the audience erupted into thunderous applause! The nurse handed me my riding crop. "Thank you for participating," I said with a smile, the limp form of Pamela resting in my arms.
"I should be thanking you!" she said. "I'm Rachel."
I took the hand she proffered, and kissed it gently, "I'm Keith, but my friends call me 'Wolf'," I said.
After the stage was cleared away, and Pamela had gotten dressed, we said our good-byes to Mike (who expressed gratitude for the experience), and the band, and headed outside to my car. Just outside the door, was Rachel.
We made some small talk, and she invited us to her place for some coffee, "or something".
I was tempted, but a bit wary. She was, as I've said, very sexy, but I wondered aloud, what sort would be attracted to Squeeky?
"It's Halloween, Babe," she said, and then added, "Did you think, for one minute, that I was actually a nurse?"
"Good point," I said with a smile.
We followed Rachel to her place, in my car, and she led us up to her third-floor apartment. She took our jackets, and hung them up in the hall closet, and then bade us sit and make ourselves at home.
Rachel made a cup of coffee for herself, and one for Pamela. I declined, not being a coffee drinker, myself, and accepted a can of RootBeer. We sat, all of us sipping our beverages, close together on Rachel's sofa, with me nestled between the two sexy women. We talked, getting to know each other, and I had a hand on each of their thighs.
Pamela was the only one of us not still in costume, since, if she wore her costume out of the club, she would most likely have gotten arrested before we made it to the car. She was now wearing a simple tie-dyed T-shirt, and loose, flowing black skirt. I pushed her skirt up, so that I could touch the nude flesh of her thigh, and I noticed that she didn't bother to put on any underwear. Which was fine by me.
Rachel, on the other hand (that hand resting on the exposed flesh between her white stockings, and her white mini-skirt), was wearing a lacy pair of silk panties, which I caught glimpses of, as she sat next to me, her hand on top of mine.
I don't remember most of what we talked about, and quite frankly, I don't think most people would give a shit. It was a pleasant enough conversation, but that's not why we're here, now is it?
Eventually, the conversation centered on the goings-on at the club, which brought a smile to Pamela's lips, and a lovely blush to her cheeks. We all agreed that it was a powerful, sexy scene, but we were now interested in something a bit more . . . intimate.
Pamela began undoing my braids, as Rachel kissed my mouth. And I kissed back, my tongue moving boldly past her lips. They offered no resistance, knowing full well that her tongue would be there to meet mine, with all force!
Having finished with my hair, Pamela began kissing my neck (which, she knows, I love), and I felt her hand caressing my thighs, through my fishnet stockings. She began to peel them down, but Rachel stopped her.
"Allow me," she said, and proceeded to rip them right off my legs. She then did the same to my bra, and Pamela removed my skirt, and shoes. I was left in only my boxer shorts (the ones with the popular cartoon characters adorning).
Rachel rubbed my cock through the cotton material of my boxers, and gave Pamela a look. Pamela leaned in close to Rachel, and kissed her tentatively on the mouth. She had been with women before, and enjoyed it every time, but she was always shy about it. I think, after all this time, that she still needed my permission to be the full, sexual being that she was deep down inside. And I was more than happy to give it to her.
I stroked her hair, and told her to tell Rachel what she wanted to do. She blushed again, and turned away. I gently pushed her face towards Rachel again, and repeated my order; this time a little more firmly, but no less gently.
"I want to lick your pussy, Rachel, until you cum all over my face," she said in a soft, sexy whisper. Then she kissed Rachel again, with abandon! And Rachel kissed her back. And the sight of these two gorgeous women, their tongues mingling, their hands on my cock . . . Need I say it? This sight made my cock grow to its absolute hardest! And can you blame it?
I shed my shorts, and sat back, stroking my rock-hard cock, while Rachel, and Pamela undressed each other. They practically tore at each other's clothes, and soon, Rachel was wearing only her white stockings, and garters, and Pamela was completely nude. They tenderly, yet passionately, explored each other's flesh with hands, and fingers, and lips, and tongues, and teeth. They kissed and fondled, and licked almost every inch of exposed flesh that they could find. They teasingly avoided contact with nipples or pussies, and soon Rachel was begging Pamela, pleading with her to, "Please, lick my cunt! I want to feel your tongue in my pussy, and on my clitty!"
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d Pamela was quick to comply. She pushed Rachel onto her back, on the floor, and bent down to the task at hand, her ass, still red from my earlier treatment of it, gently swaying in my direction. I could take no more! I knelt behind her, and rubbed my hard cock over her pussy lips. She moaned into Rachel's cunt, and I entered her from behind. I fucked her gently, at first, and gradually harder and harder, as I know she loves, as she drank deeply from Rachel's natural spring. Soon, both ladies were shuddering, and tensing . . . their backs arching. I gave Pamela leave to cum, and she did, for the second, but not last, time that night. Rachel's orgasm came screaming behind Pamela's, and Pamela lay on the floor next to Rachel.
At Rachel's request, I moved around so that she could take my cock in her mouth, and lick it clean of Pamela's juices, while I took my turn at her sweet cunt. And, oh, it was sweet! I flicked my tongue over her lips, and clit, while she hungrily slurped at my cock, and Pamela lazily stroked both of our bodies. We were both, all too soon, on the brink of orgasm, but we slowed down. It was Pamela's turn to have her cunt licked, and Rachel was as eager as I was to do so. So, we took turns lapping up her sweet nectar.
The look on Pamela's face, as she was treated to Rachel's attentions was so sweet, I practically melted on the spot. Not so, my cock! It remained ever hard, and ready, and I put it to good use. I took Rachel from behind, and gazed lovingly at Pamela's pleasure-wracked face, while I fucked Rachel furiously!
I would love to say that we fucked for hours and hours into the night, and picked up where we left off in the morning, but that wasn't what happened. What happened, however, was as good a thing as anything I could imagine.
We came! Together! All of us! It was beautiful, and exhilarating, and sexy as Hell! But, like all good things, it came to an end. We lay together in a heap, in the middle of the floor, too exhausted to move, let alone fuck 'til dawn. But it was nice.
Somehow, we managed to recover long enough to clean up, and Rachel invited us to spend the night. We gladly accepted her invitation, and we slept, three to a bed, in a satisfied bundle.
"Happy Halloween," said Rachel as we drifted off to sleep.
The End.
Tlaloc
I am looking out the sliding glass door of my bedroom, lying beneath my heavy blankets. I snuggle closer into their warm embrace. The days have been growing colder a little more each night, but tonight there is a promise of rain. I have been hearing the whisper of your voice rumbling in the distance for some time now. I close my eyes to focus on your ethereal mumbling. I wonder if you have heard my lonely prayers calling to you. The coming storm tells me you have and I wait in my bubble of security in anticipation.
The sun is still setting in the west when the darkness of the storm begins to chase the last rays of dusk away. The hues of the sunset grow deep in shade as they meet the gray of the cumulonimbus clouds. A small crackle sounds off closer than before and the light illuminates the depths of darkness. Then a soft pelting sound begins to tap on my windows as the burdened sky begins releasing a gentle spray of rain. I close my eyes and imagine you tapping on my window the way you used to do late at night when I was young.
The memory of those nights sends a shiver of excitement down my back and I rise to a sitting position. I begin feeling myself falling into a trance as I follow the rivulets downward over and over again. Their drizzling lullaby calms my inhibitions and awakens my senses.
At the thought of you, my love, my heart begins to beat faster, racing with the increasing sprinkle of rain on the other side of the glass. My breath quickens and I am suddenly drawn to the window like a moth entranced by the glow of a flame. I push my blankets away and release the heat of my comfort zone into the arctic room.
As my bare feet touch the smooth tiled floor, a chilly sensation begins to slither up my legs. My skin recalls the caress of your finger tips from a deeper part of me. I can suddenly feel your phantom touch gliding up my calves and thighs again. I am caught by surprise at my desire for more and my lack of hesitation to slip out of my silky, black gown. As if by their own will, I feel my hands slide the straps off my shoulders to let the thin fabric fall down. I stand naked in the growing dark. I do not fear being seen by neighbors, for I live miles away from the nearest one.
The frigid atmosphere of my room leaves me hypnotized. Goose bumps rise along my exposed flesh. I step out of the ring of my garment and leave behind the last shred of warmth. My nipples contract and harden in excitement. A deeper part of my being grows feverish and wet. My cheeks blush at the realization of my arousal. I feel a moment of panic, but then your voice beckons to me in the roll of the growing thunder, "Come to the window, my love."
I become mesmerized by the steady shower once more and obey. I want nothing more than to feel you all over me again. The clouds have grown swollen and dark as the storm has continued moving towards me. Heavy and overburdened with rain, the sky fades into a shade of gray close to the color of night.
I reach my hand out to the window of falling rain. A brilliant electrical spark breaks the blackened sky the moment my fingers make contact with the freezing pane. The shock jolts my body's full memory of you. I press myself on to the glass as hard as I can, desperate to be embraced by the ghost of you.
As if in response, an explosion of sound shakes the foundations of my house. The rain roars as the cloudburst releases its torrent and beats down on the earth in a frantic rhythm. The vibrations drum and tremble across my responsive nerves. The thunder keeps rolling and the lightning continues to crack the sky over and over again. The blinding flashes play with my perceptions. I can see your silhouette outside in the strobe lights of the tempest.
Possessed by my hunger for you, I unlock the sliding glass door and rip it open. I run into the downpour without fear of being struck by the electrical discharges ripping across the night. The icy drops of water slap against me, leaving me breathless and hypothermic. I stop moving and try to catch my breath as my body temperature drops. A small cloud of breath forms every time I exhale, but I remain rooted to the spot. Your water hands tickle my scalp as you stroke my hair. I sigh and inhale your rainy scent deeply to calm my troubled mind.
After a few moments I begin to ignore the chill seeping into the marrow of my bones. My lips tremble as I lift my face to feel your kisses again. How I have missed the taste of you, my love. So pure and divine upon my tongue, I marvel at the rush of heat your liquid butterflies stir within me. They bounce and trickle down my visage unto my frame. I love how you chase my curves with your aquatic lips. I close my eyes and swear I can see your smile beaming down on me.
"Please don't stop," I hear myself whimper to you.
"Aci (never)." You rumble back in that ancient language an incarnate part of my soul has never forgotten.
I know even then it is a sweet lie, but I have waited so long to worship you as I did before. I put the thought aside as you continue baptizing me with your elemental affection. My hair is soaked and dripping. I shiver in the violent flow of your ardor and shake at the touch of your frosty autumn breath.
I lay down upon the wet carpet grass of my backyard. The saturated earth cushions and conforms to my body naturally. My eyes follow the bolts streaking across the sky, waltzing to sonic booms of the heated air around them. Bright veins of light form jagged patterns against your dark celestial skin. Your godly beauty has me enchanted; I reach my hand up and imagine I am caressing your face as we continue kissing.
The rain bombards me with fat drops of near-freezing water. I close my eyes and feel your body upon me. The image of you is projected against the black screen of my closed lids. Your hands and lips continue caressing me in frenzy. I spread my legs so you can explore my heated depths. My breath comes out quick and shallow as a fever begins to warm me. It is you, I know, chasing away the cold that has entombed my broken heart. I kiss you urgently, desperate to feel you filling me up completely.
My insides begin to pull more and more with each drop that beats and slides against my slit. I imagine
you kneeling over me, preparing to penetrate my eager well. My insides throb in hunger as my mind remembers the sensation of you entering me deeply. My pussy pulsates to the beat of your push and pull. My hips thrust into you and we begin to build a slow steady rhythm.
My hands grasp the wet grass and I feel my fingers running through your hair again. I continue kissing the rain. I grip your hair harder and pull to tell you to go faster. A gentle gust of wind blows against my neck. I know it's you, my lover, breathing against me. I arch my back in response to your pleasure. I am almost at the brink of my own.
The first wave of my orgasm is beginning to tingle in my spine to the pace of your thunder roll. In unison we erupt and I cry out my ecstasy into the storm. Our voices mingle as our passions peak and break upon us. Again and again the pleasure waves crash and draw back, until all we can do is lay still in the aftermath. I wrap my hands around you and kiss you lightly on your neck. You mumble something to me as we bask in the afterglow. The rain has become nothing more than a light spray again. Your voice is fading into the silence.
"Niauh (I am going)."
"Goodbye, my love," I whisper back to you.
I knew this would happen. I know you don't want this to end anymore than I do. The sorrow of our parting stings my nose and chokes my throat. I close my eyes to hang on to your image as long as I can, but I can feel your presence drifting back into my memory. I curl up into a ball, and I cry my misery into the damp earth. How I wish it could rain forever, so you would never have to leave, my God of Rain...
The End.
Thirty-Five
"Thirty-five," she mused, "is supposed to be a woman's sexual peak."
Not that you could tell from her recent experience. She and her husband were locked in a sexless marriage. Although their love was secure and strong, their physical needs had become quite different. Increasingly, her waking idle moments were spent daydreaming about fucking and being fucked. Her fantasy partners, men and women, younger and older, stronger and weaker would all do the things that her body needed. If only...
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