Defiled Seduce Night

by Marie Cisneros

  Barely able to see my face through the steam anyway, Lily closed her eyes and concentrated on my cock. Her mouth hummed, up and down; slowly she worked my cock into her mouth. Occasionally she'd pull off, letting my cock rest on her cheek as she licked and sucked my balls. Sometimes she'd pump gently with her hand, holding just the tip of my cock in the "o" of her thumb and index finger as she licked the head. Sometimes one hand would squeeze my balls. Lily was a woman possessed, and I was the lucky recipient of her obsession.

  All I was able to do was lean against the shower wall, thankful it was there to hold me up. Lily found the bar of soap and rubbed a lather between her hands while she sucked me. She rubbed the lather on my ass cheeks, and slowly nudged me to spread my legs slightly. In moments she was rubbing the sensitive skin between the base of my balls and my asshole, sending additional pleasure signals into my brain. Almost without effort, her soapy index finger slid deep inside me, at the same time her torrid mouth fully engulfed my cock.

  Lily began a slow rhythm, alternately sucking my cock and fucking my ass with her finger. My fingers unconsciously tightened again in her hair, the pleasure taking me off somewhere I couldn't ever remember being. I felt another short stab of pleasure as I felt a second finger joining the first in its assault. As the two fingers explored the inside of my body, the pleasure grew, and so did my cock, as I felt it expand in her mouth. Lily gave a little purr of pleasure as I stretched her lips further, and with a knowledge of exactly where I was, she pushed the two fingers as deep as she could and created an incredible suction in her mouth.

  Words weren't even necessary. Lily felt the pulsing in my balls, and then my cock, and let my cock slide out enough so that she could take the entire load of cum into her mouth. All I could do was groan in time with the jetting of my hot jism into Lily's waiting mouth. The relief was incredible, nearly as much as the sheer joy of having a lover who knew exactly what to do to continuously take me over the edge. Reluctantly, I felt her lips leave my cock and her fingers leave my now open ass. She slithered her body up against me and reached up to pull my head down to hers. She pushed a tiny drop of cum out of the corner of her mouth to show me that she hadn't yet swallowed. Lily then seductively opened her mouth, her tongue white and her mouth filled with my cream. Without warning she pulled my mouth to hers, forcing her cum covered tongue deep into my mouth, into a sloppy cum-kiss. I tasted myself in her mouth, enjoying the sharing. Greedy Lily then proceeded to swallow it all, and licked and sucked every drop that she'd shared with me out of my mouth, all the while fondling my cock and reaching back between my legs to play with my ass.

  I knew that it would only be fair to return the favor, and planned to make it last long enough so that my cock could recover and I could giver her a proper fuck.

  "Mmmmmmmm..... Lily... want to do something I've always wanted you to do?"

  Lily giggled... "You mean that wasn't something you've always wanted?" It always amazed me how sexy she got when she laughed her little laugh.

  "No Baby, you know full well that you could do that continuously, and I'd never get tired of it. I just thought that while we were in this steamy shower, we might want to see how you look without a hair on your body."

  "Ohhhhhh.... Does my man want a bare pussy? Having a naughty little girl fantasy?"

  "Well yes," I laughed... "although that's not exactly why I suggested it... it's just that some of the little treats I bought you to wear on the trip might look even better that way."

  "Well, I have yet to say no to you yet, so why should I stop now? But wait a second... what about you?"

  "Lily, did you ever wonder why you've never found a stray hair in your mouth when you're sending me to heaven? I've been shaving my cock and balls since that first time you sucked on my in my bedroom. I thought you'd like it."

  "You sweet thing!" Lily cooed. "Well, I suppose fair is fair! Are you going to do the honors? And can I trust you?" "Of course, Babe.... Just sit back on that bench... close your eyes and let your man make you even more sexy."

  I reached into my bathroom kit and pulled out my beard trimmer. Lily tensed slightly as she heard the buzzing, but she was true to her word and trusted me. I started on a higher setting, running it through the tight curls that surrounded her pussy. Finishing that, I changed the setting, trimming the hair as short as possible, except for a tiny little triangle above her clit that I thought would be as sexy as if she was completely shaved. I shivered slightly imagining how the thongs I'd bought her would look later on this trip.... and then got back to work.

  Using a high-end shaving gel I used on my own sensitive skin, I worked up a lather and covered the area that would soon be nothing but silky smooth skin. I alternated gentle strokes with the razor on her hair with delicate licks of her clit and the inner lips of her pretty pussy. At times I had to pause to just enjoy the sight, and the taste. I carefully removed every hair but the ones I'd left deliberately in place, leaving Lily's pussy lips and asshole standing out even more than they had. True to the promise of the gel (and true to how it left my neck!), the skin that I'd exposed was soft, silky and absolutely beautiful. At the sight I felt my cock hardening again, knowing that I'd be seeing it probing deeply within the folds of Lily's lower lips soon.

  Lily had yet to open her eyes. I put away my shaving equipment and knelt again between her legs. I repositioned the shower head so that the water was dripping on her breasts, leaving a river that flowed between them and down to her pussy. My mouth opened wide, and I covered her pussy completely, letting my lips draw her lips in and creating suction on her clit. With my mouth still covering her outer lips, I flicked the tip of my tongue against her clit, eliciting a shudder each time. Alternately sucking and licking, I teased her incessantly, with an occasional stroke below her pussy and around the rim of her asshole, and punctuated my assault with deep probes into the depths of her hot and now thoroughly flowing pussy.

  Lily finally opened her eyes as I pulled my head off her and rearranged myself to continue. Her expression let me know she liked what she saw, and almost unconsciously she moved a hand to caress herself, feeling the skin she hadn't touched since puberty.

  "It feels sooooo good," Lily purred again, as she slipped a finger inside her pussy, slowly fucking herself with her middle finger as the others stroked the skin outside her lips, and the exposed area surrounding the little patch of hair I'd left. "I like!"

  I slid a finger inside her pussy to join her own, something we'd never done before. The feeling was electric, and I lowered my mouth to her clit, alternating licking it with licking and sucking on the two fingers that moved in and out of her, tasting her flowing juices. Determined to return her favor from earlier, I slipped a second finger inside, so that Lily now had three fingers inside her pussy. It was only long enough to get it wet, however, as one finger slid down to find its way inside her back door. That was too much for Lily, and she pulled her finger out, letting my mouth and fingers focus on her. Taking a cue from her earlier display, I made and locked eye contact with my fiancé, my mouth working her clit, and two fingers working inside her in two different places. Never one to be upstaged, she lifted her hands to her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them in a way that she knew turned me on. I'll never know if she got as much pleasure from it as I did, but seeing Lily rolling and squeezing her nipples with her fingers as I strained to please her between her legs finished the job of raising my cock back to attention. Seconds later, I felt the clamping on my finger as Lily came, internal muscles rippling against me, and I felt what was usually reserved for my cock.

  I looked up at Lily and asked, as much for formality as a real request.... "Do you want to make love?"

  Lily pushed another of my personal buttons. My classy and sometimes shy fiancé leaned against my and whispered to me... "Stick your cock in my pussy and fuck me until I can't stand anymore."

  It was the dichotomy of good girl and bad words that drove me insane. I lifted her up and had her raise o
ne leg up onto the bench where she'd just been sitting. With no pretense I bent slightly at the knees, positioned my cock at the opening of Lily's pussy and drove myself inside. We moved as one, Lily pushing back against me as I thrust into her, my cock disappearing completely inside with every stroke. For the first time, Lily noticed the full length mirror on the wall only feet away on the other side of the shower stall. Her eyes locked on the point at which our bodies were connected.

  "Ohmygod, look!" Lily said, drawing my attention to the mirror. "We have GOT to get one of those in our shower at home!" I enjoyed the view as well, and reached around to squeeze her breasts and play with her nipples, pulling her back against me as I kept the pace of my lovemaking.

  I had no idea how long we stayed in that general position, me mounting her from behind, except to say that we had to adjust several times to relieve the pressure on various aching muscles. The view was of her ass, arched back at me, and my cock sliding into her newly bare pussy, was incredible. I'd look at the mirror, watching the expression on her face, and her breasts swaying in time to my thrusts, and at every quick look, I gave an extra hard thrust, simply in appreciation of the visual pleasure. After who knows how long, much longer than I was used to lasting, I felt her slump against me and felt the familiar milking of pussy muscles on my cock. Usually a quiet girl, I normally knew from her body, rather than her moans, that she'd cum again.

  "Do we still have time?" Lily asked, searching for the clock.

  "Do you care if we get overcharged?" I teased back, knowing the answer as I asked the question.

  With the new knowledge of the excitement of the mirror, I got an idea.

  "Luscious Lily...."

  "What, Jack?"

  "I want a lap dance."

  "What?"

  I sat down on the little bench, hot water still pouring over me, facing the mirror.

  "Come sit on my lap, little girl," I said, giving her my best possible leer.

  Lily bent over and took my cock in her mouth.

  "Mmmmm... I think you're ready for a lap dance," Lily said, lifting one leg over mine, straddling me, and sitting down on my knees, bringing my hand up to her breasts to play with them. She slid forward slightly, positioning the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. She grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her clit, pleasing herself, using my cock as her personal sex toy. Lily lifted up and sat back down, impaling her still dripping pussy on my cock. I looked over her shoulder at the sight in the mirror, my cock stretching her bare, hairless lips, her partially open asshole winking at me.

  Remembering that I'd actually been doing this for her, I told Lily to turn around. She turned, moving slowly and careful not to have my cock leave her pussy. In the new position, sitting in my lap with her back against my chest, Lily saw what I'd been looking at in the mirror.... my cock buried deep inside her. With nothing to block the view, she raised up slightly, and even used her hands to spread her pussy lips, to see exactly how I fit inside her. She pulled up until just the head of my cock was resting inside her, and, without warning, sat back down, her eyes locked on the mirror and watching me disappear inside her.

  Lily gasped "Oh FUCK!" as her lungs were emptied in a huge rush. "Oh GOD this is incredible!" "Jack, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

  I almost laughed, as I was not the one in a position to do much of anything. Lily began to ride my cock like she sucked it, moving up and down at whatever pace please her. Unconscious with pleasure, she stared at the mirror, and started exploring her body. With my hands tightly holding her hips and helping her move up and down, Lily ran her fingers over her body like a porn star, one hand playing with her clit and another squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples.

  When the novelty of watching herself fuck left her, Lily leaned her head back. Still riding, but now letting me do much of the work, she began to mumble almost to herself.... "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck... fuck me Jack," Without warning, she sat down hard on my cock, her pussy convulsing around my cock. Lily leaned back and sucked on my neck, leaving her little mark as she so often did when she lost herself in passion.

  Totally enjoying the feeling, I was amazed at how the simple act of her orgasm was bringing me close myself. Almost unconsciously myself, I squeezed her hips, and drove my cock as far into her as I could. Feeling that I was about to come, Lily pressed herself down and ground into my lap. With a last push myself, I let loose, shooting cum deep inside her. As my orgasm subsided, I dropped my head on Lily's shoulder, kissing her neck and nibbling on her earlobe.

  "Mmmmmmmmmmm.... " was all Lily managed as she wriggled against me. "Now THAT is a lap dance." She sat up partially, and my cum started to run out of her, around my now softening cock. Playing the 'slut' again, Lily dipped her fingers inside her, and pulled them out, covered with white sticky cum, mine and hers. She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean. "And THAT... is a tip!"

  We sat in that position for a long time, Lily cleaning herself, and having me help her. Knowing full well that we'd passed our allotted time, we finished our showers and dressed, arranging our clothes in our bags and packing up. Just then, we heard a knocking on the door... someone else who needed the facility.

  We slipped out, the steam following us. Putting our bags in the closet, we sat down, exhausted, on a comfortable couch. I got up and got two glasses of wine, noting from the clock that we'd spent nearly three hours in the shower, and wondering how our skin had survived it.

  Sitting back down, Lily leaned her head on my shoulder and let out a contented sigh. She whispered to me... "Jack, my mouth is sore, you really gave me a workout. I do feel sooooo good, though... and these panties feel so good against my skin... even though you worked me out there too." I touched her lips and asked her if that meant she was done drinking cum-cocktails for the night. "Oh no," Lily said, "I just need a little rest. I fully expect you to fill me up a couple times yet tonight... in a couple of different places... but if you want me to drink your cum again, you may have to just let me lay back and mount my mouth... I'll let you do all the work!"

  Lily laughed and grabbed my cock through my jeans. "Calm down, super-stud," as she felt me recovering once again, "it's a long flight, and you have got me ready to sleep. When you get me to that hotel, though, I want you to wake me up... and show me some of those things you bought to show off my new.... skin."

  Content, and reminded once again of just how lucky I was, I rested my head against hers and waited for our flight to be called...

  The Bet of the Two Kings

  There are few feelings more suffocating graduating from college, returning home, and facing the prospect of grinding out the years in the middleclass mediocrity of small-town America. Or so I thought. I had dreams to be a writer and to live the life of an artist. Which is to say, I was jobless, and found few sympathies among the residents of Minnetonka, Minnesota, where everyone wanted to know if I'd follow in my fathers' footsteps as a urologist.

  After a few months, I wised up and bought a one-way ticket to Paris. I let a tiny fifth-floor room in the Hotel La Louisiane in the 6th Arrondissement. The hotel sits amid a maze of close streets lined with art galleries and cafés. It was a favorite of Jim Morrison. I had promised myself to take my art seriously, and the hotel seemed perfect, with it's small, spare rooms. No TV.

  I moved like a ghost among the crowds; I wanted to retain my anonymity, and I spent hard hours in writing, but little came of it. It was in the midst of this austere experience, perhaps because of it, that I happened to become involved in the most extraordinary sexual encounter of my life.

  I had been in Paris about five months, and Spring was just in evidence as the early daffodils were shooting up in the gardens, and the new green leaves bursting forth on the trees. I was sitting alone in the back of the eleventh-century church of St. Germain de Pres, waiting for the concert to begin, when the two girls sat down next to me. I smiled. They were pretty. French. The music started and I turned a
way. Beethoven has always moved me, and amid the loneliness of my Parisian existence, the feelings of warmth and old ties that the commanding Ode to Joy called up in my caused me to wipe my eyes with a corner of my sleeve. It was that tear, Bernadette later said, which started it all.

  It began with a few words on the way out of the church, a coffee in a nearby café, then more-frequent meetings at night in the Café de la Palette. Bernadette was no sentimentalist; indeed, she was a hard case, wild, flamboyant. She and Anju were in their mid-twenties and had come to Paris recently as an escape from their own small-town existence in the Lorraine, as dedicated to tasting every pleasure Paris had to offer as I was to avoiding them and staying true to my work.

  Why those two chose me I cannot know. I became the gravitational force in their wide orbit; I would go to the clubs and watch them dance, stay at the table until dawn switching to coffee when the wine was gone and they switched instead to Kahlua. After several weeks, another young loner named Girarde was looped into our orbit by Anju. A brooding young philosopher with black hair, knit eyebrows and a hunched, thin frame, he was in a sense a French counterpart to my own American version of a young Hemingway in Paris.