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 Title: Game Night Pt.  04


Summary: Virgin no more.


Keywords: inc,fic





   Samantha knelt to undo the laces of her beat-up converse sneakers. 
Black smudges dotted the white strip making it look dingy and uncared for.
The laces were soft and puffy from too many encounters with water and
overall the shoes had seen better days.  Pink and purple writing covered
the back of the heel and these names were exactly why she hadn't gotten rid
of the footwear.

   She and her friends had cried together when they heard the news that she
would soon be moving.  She had looked at the faces of the girls she had
grown up with that now she had to leave behind.  It was a somber occasion
until Tiffany had suggested that they give Samantha something of them to
take with her.

   They picked out their favorite sharpies from her art collection and
wrote their names with hearts and stars decorations around the heels of her
black and white converse.  She cried as they worked, knowing that their
names would never be enough to fill the emptiness she was going to feel.

   The day they left her mother gave her a lavender, cloth-covered journal.
"This helped me through some of my toughest times." Her mother smiled.  "It
can help you, too."

   Samantha had stacked the diary in a box marked "Miscellaneous:
Samantha." She found the writing poignant, like it summed up her current
life.  Hello, my name is Miscellaneous Samantha and I'm a jumble of things.

   The first week of her life at her new school was a train wreck of poorly
funded programs with poorly thought out lessons and the constant anxiety of
running into Alpha Bitch #1 and her synonymous side-kicks.  Each night,
after barely touching her food, she showered, brushed her teeth, climbed
into her bed and cried herself to sleep dreading the next day.

   Until Friday.

   The messy haired boy with the easy smile and the soft, genuine eyes had
made her feel, for a moment, that she wasn't alone.  That someone did care.
That things could be okay.

   Who are you fooling?  The voice in her head asked.  To think he would
have anything to do with you?

   In her anger she had torn through her boxes and flung her clothes around
the room in a maelstrom of movement and fury.  When she could no longer
lift her arms she collapsed; the weeping eye of the storm.  Eventually, she
dared to open her eyes and through the haze of her tears what should she
see but the soothing lavender shade of that cloth covered book her mother
had given her.

   She didn't write in it.  Not for many months.  But, she held that book
to her chest and clung to it for dear life.

   When Monday rolled around she awoke with an aching jaw from grinding her
teeth in her sleep.  In her dreams the brunette had become a monstrous
demon with clown makeup and syringes for fingernails.  Samantha was drained
and ready to throw in the towel.

   Her mother drove her to school, as usual, and Samantha cringed as she
got out of the minivan to find her brown-haired, brown-eyed nemesis waiting
on the sidewalk.  She clenched her jaw once more.  She hurried past the
group of girls but when she thought she was clear and away, a hand touched
her shoulder.

   Samantha whirled around in a spark of anger ready to let loose her
hatred upon this drab world she'd been dragged into.  She halted before a
sound escaped her lips.  The brunette was looking at the ground, her hands
twisted in front of her, and her shoulders shook ever so slightly.

   "I'm sorry, Samantha." The brunette spoke in a quavering voice.  "I
can't imagine how hard this must be for you and I shouldn't make it any
harder."

   Samantha was stunned.

   "I don't expect your forgiveness, because I don't deserve it, but, I
want you to know that I am sorry and I'm not going to be bothering you
anymore."

   "None of us will." The black haired girl beside her spoke softly. 
"We're all sorry."

   Samantha didn't reply.  She was too stunned.  She turned slowly and
walked into the school, amazed that a boy she'd met only once for such a
brief time would do so much for her.  That he would keep his promise to
her.

   Samantha threaded her fingers with Owen's, holding his hand in hers as
he led her wherever he wanted her to go.  Honestly, she couldn't care less.
With her eyes turned up to study his determined face she let herself be
steered and he took great care to make sure she never bumped into anything.


   A door opened on old hinges and her spine tingled as it dawned on her
that this was really going to happen; if she wanted it too.

   Tearing her eyes from his features she was greeted by a separate room
decorated in soft pastel pinks, reds, and purples.  The bed was full-size
with two pillows and pink duvet embroidered with purple lilies.  The four
posts of the bed were carved wood and filigree designs sat deep in the
material.  Somehow, the room felt like it was designed with her in mind.

   She turned to face Owen and found him looking at the ground, his cheeks
tinged pink.

   He mumbled something so low she couldn't quite hear it.

   "What?" She asked softly as she took his hand between both of her own.

   He took a deep breath and looked further away from her.  "It makes me
think of you."

   She looked around the room a moment before she released his hand.

   He cringed as if slapped until her hands cupped his face.  She turned
his mouth toward hers and as their lips met she melted against him.  Her
breasts pressed against his ribs as he pulled her harder against him.  She
could feel his cock against her stomach and she opened her lips for his
tongue.

   Owen's cock hurt.  It ached from the night's activities; the more turned
on he got the worse the pain.  Looking into Samantha's eyes after the
stunner of a kiss he decided that she was worth all the pain and more.  He
rested his hands on her hips and kissed her again, pressing his lips to
hers and feeling the silky slickness of mouth on his.

   They broke apart, breathless, panting, and shyly staring at the floor.

   Samantha fingered the wave of hair spilling in front of her face.  "What
do we do now?" She asked softly.

   "Whatever you want?" Owen replied in a voice more steady than he felt.

   "I don't want to script it.  It should feel more natural, right?"

   "This is natural." Owen replied.  "This queasy, excited, burning feeling
of uncertainty and desire is the most natural response to being naked and
alone in a room with someone you want to sleep with."

   "So, you feel it, too?"

   "How could I not?" He swept her hair from her face and tucked the
strands behind her ear.  "I'm in a room with someone I have wanted for a
long, long time and I'm nervous because I want everything to be perfect for
her."

   Samantha smiled at him.  "It is perfect."

   It was Owen's turn to smile.  "So, what happens next is that we take our
time and if at any point you want to stop, we stop." He was serious as he
made his promise to her.

   "Can you promise me you won't stop instead?" Samantha licked her lips.
"I know what I want and I don't want you stopping until I get it.  Can you
do that?"

   Owen's mouth was bone dry and incapable of sound so he nodded instead.

   "Good." Samantha crawled onto the bed.  "Then, I'm all yours."

   "I hope she knows I'm counting this as her use of her champion reward."
Sarah complained.  "Stealing away the hunk from all of us."

   "Not from all of us." Jessica pointed toward Katerina lying on her side
on the bed.  "She's still leaking."

   "I thought I got it all." Rachel exclaimed.  "I sucked really hard and
even worked my tongue in her."

   "Gross." Sarah replied slapping Rachel's ass with her palm.  "Didn't
need the details."

   "Anyway," Jessica continued, "it doesn't seem that Katerina minds too
much that Owen and Samantha slipped away.  Besides, it's not like we all
didn't know Samantha is in love with him."

   "Well, yeah." Sarah rolled her eyes.  "But, we are all kind of in love
with him."

   Jessica blushed.  "Am not."

   "Oh, Jessica," Sarah pleaded with her hands together, "you're such . . .
a liar." Her voice returned to normal with the last words.  "We are all in
love with him, but none to the extent that Samantha is."

   "She's right." Rachel replied.  "I mean, I've only ever fooled around
with women, but when my turn to play with him arrives I will not be missing
that ride."

   "You wouldn't miss any ride." Sarah replied laughing.  "You're such a
slut."

   "I really am." Rachel licked her lips.  "Wanna see how much?"

   "I already did." Sarah replied.  "The shower, remember?"

   "Oh, yeah."

   "Fuck!" Katerina hissed as she jerked on the bed.

   "Are you okay, Kat?"

   "I can feel him leaking from me and every time I feel it I cum again."

   "Shit." Sarah whispered.

   "Fuck." Jessica agreed.  "I remember what that feels like."

   "I can't wait." Rachel's eyes were wide with greed.

   "You can show me." Jessica looked at Rachel.

   "What?" Rachel replied without looking.

   "How much of a slut you are." Jessica's voice was heavy with emotion,
dark, husky . . .  needy.

   Rachel turned to look at the redhead with the forest green eyes. 
"Uh..."

   "Not so confident now?" Jessica lifted one leg to the edge of the bed,
opening herself to Rachel's gaze.  "I want to know what your tongue feels
like and I bet you are dying to know how I taste."

   Rachel licked her lips.

   "If you think I'm going to watch you guys fool around and just sit
quietly over here, you're mistaken."

   "You won't sit quietly." Jessica's eyes narrowed to vicious slits.  "I'm
going to make sure you make just as much noise as I do." She gave a
come-hither with two of her fingers together.

   Sarah's face flushed and her breath let her open mouth in a rush.

   "And, you're going to make sure Rachel screams as she works her mouth
against me." Jessica directed.  She rolled her hips suggestively.  "I think
we can all help each other out in a big way."

   "I like this idea." Rachel clapped excitedly.

   "Me, too." Sarah licked her lips.

   "This is our game." Jessica whispered.  "And the winner gets their
request to use for whatever they want."

   "Won't that be unfair to Katerina?" Sarah asked.

   "She will be fine, rest assured." Rachel replied.  "I'll take care of
her."

   "Okay, I'm in." Sarah added.

   "Me, too." Rachel rubbed her hands together.

   "So, get into place girls.  The one who cums last wins." Her green eyes
flashed mischievously in the lamp light.

   "Game on." Rachel and Sarah said together.

   Jessica rested on her back as Rachel crawled between her sprawled legs.
She shivered as the raven-haired girl's hair brushed against her inner
thigh.  Sarah had elected to lie down beside her and in the breadth of a
moment she and Jessica were kissing softly as Jessica's fingers trailed
over her chest and stomach.

   Rachel smiled to herself as she moved closer and closer to Jessica's
dripping sex.  Thanks to Katerina she had a few tricks up her sleeves that
would reduce anyone to a quivering mess of skin and bones in a puddle of
their own juices.  She knew first hand, Katerina had done it to her quite a
few times.

   "Oh, shit." Jessica moaned as Rachel's tongue swept softly against her
tender skin.

   "Did I hurt you?" Sarah asked softly.

   "No." Jessica kissed her again.  "You're doing perfect.  It's just,
someone really taught Rachel well."

   "Yeah, she's very good at it." Sarah blushed as she commented.

   "You look so sexy when you do that." Jessica licked the strawberry
blonde's lips.  "I love it when you blush.  Makes you look so innocent."

   Sarah smiled brightly before taking her lower lip between her teeth as
Jessica's fingers slipped between her thighs.

   "Mmmmmm." Jessica purred.  "There is nothing like that feeling."

   "Are you sure about that?" Rachel asked before flicking her tongue
against Jessica's clit.

   "Forgot about that." Jessica's voice was low and soft.  "But that is
still different from her muscles wrapped around my fingers." Jessica leaned
closer to Sarah.  "Do you remember-"

   "Don't." Sarah moaned, her eyes wide.

   "-the first time we did this?" Jessica's words were dripping honey.

   "Jessica." Sarah pleaded.  "I can't.  Not with you doing, that."

   "Funny." Jessica moved closer.  "That's not what you said that night."

   "Jessica, please." Sarah moaned.

   "As I remember it was more like, 'here, you just slide your fingers in
and . . ." Jessica looked at Rachel's slack expression.  "The first time
I'd ever felt it.  I touched her before I even touched myself."

   Rachel looked up at the pair as she worked her tongue softly between
Jessica's hairless lips.  The words were driving her wild, teasing her with
dark thoughts of the two women wrapped around one another, sweating,
kissing, biting their fingers to keep from screaming out.  She shook her
head to chase away the images.  The name of the game was cumming last and
if she let those images run amok she would be among the first.

   Sarah flexed her hips against Jessica's fingers.  She didn't care to
hold back because it didn't matter to her.  She'd already won once, why not
enjoy the ride?  She could feel Jessica's perfect, strong fingers pushing
and pulling within her deliberately missing the spot Sarah desperately
wanted her to touch.

   "Beg." Jessica whispered in Sarah's ear.

   Sarah's eyes flashed angrily at Jessica and she held her words on the
tip of her tongue.

   "You know you want it." Jessica swept her finger across the spongey
inner area in a quick movement.  "All you have to do is ask for it." She
teased the spot again.

   Sarah cursed to herself because she knew she was going to give in. 
Jessica always got what she wanted.  "Please." She heard herself breathe.

   "Please what?" Jessica moaned.  She looked down at Rachel.  "Fuck, that
feels amazing." She got a smile in return from the raven-haired goddess
licking away at her sex.

   "Please, Jessica." Sarah's voice hitched as Jessica's fingers danced
within her.  "Touch me, make me cum."

   "I love how you sound when you say that." Jessica spoke the words
against Sarah's neck.  "How can I say 'no' to that?" She turned her wrist
slightly and curled her fingers up to stroke the desired spot.

   Sarah arched her back as Jessica's fingers set to work on her.

   Jessica, from their time together, had learned just how Sarah liked to
be handled, the pressure, the speed, it was good information to have if you
wanted to make someone cum hard, or, to tease the ever-loving-hell out of
them.  Jessica smiled to herself watching as Sarah reacted to everything
she did.  She watched the roll of the tight muscles beneath Sarah's skin
and felt Sarah's sex pulling greedily on her digits.  She knew what would
come next.

   She stopped her movements and Sarah groaned angrily.  It was a game they
had played before and Sarah hated it.  Jessica would give her just what she
wanted but the moment it seemed like Sarah was going to cum Jessica would
pull back.  She gritted her teeth and tried to rock her hips against
Jessica's hand to no avail.

   "Jessica." Sarah whined.  "Don't tease me."

   "No?" Jessica worked her fingers rapidly bringing Sarah back to the
edge.

   Sarah's squeal from the sensation was cut short with a frustrated growl
as Jessica stopped short once more.  "Jessica!" Sarah was fuming as she
felt her orgasm ebb away once more.

   "You know you're going to get what you want." Jessica stuck her tongue
back out.

   "But not when I want it." Sarah complained.

   "You're going to cum harder because of it."

   "I could cum more times in a row if you didn't stop." Sarah returned.

   Jessica smiled and relented.  She held her friend by the back of the
neck as she worked her fingers faster and faster against the spot Sarah
loved so dearly.

   Sarah made a sound like a jet engine building power as her orgasm went
from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye.  Sarah could feel the tickle
within her, the one that always embarrassed her.  She felt the pressure and
was powerless to stop it.  "Jessica . . ." her eyes were wide as she
exhaled the name, "I'm gonna . . ." her words faded as the spraying rush of
fluid burst from her to splash upon the redhead's arm and stomach.

   "Fuck!" Jessica laughed.  "I love it." She worked her fingers harder and
as Sarah screamed shrilly, she was rewarded with another thick spray from
Sarah's sexy slit.

   Rachel watched as Sarah soaked her lover with heavy sprays.  She'd heard
of women squirting before, had even seen it a few times, but never to the
extent which Sarah squirted Jessica.  She was captivated.  Stunned.  Turned
on.  She looked up to find Jessica's forest green eyes looking at her.

   Jessica pulled her fingers from Sarah's slit and they were shiny with
Sarah's fluid.  A white blob of Sarah's cum on one finger.  Jessica moved
her fingers toward Rachel's mouth and Rachel felt herself opening up for
the taste.

   Rachel purred hungrily as she swirled her tongue around Jessica's
fingers.  Sarah's cum was thick on the tongue but light and sweet of
flavor. Rachel shuddered as the feminine scent filled her sinuses and she
craved more of the sweet taste.

   "Looks like Sarah lost." Jessica replied happily.  She looked into
Rachel's eyes.  "Ready for your turn?"

   "Then, I'm all yours." Samantha said.

   Simple words, a simple vow, but underneath the plain surface was an
emotion, a promise that was so heavy the words would strain forever under
the burden.  Owen looked at the gorgeous blonde girl with the captivating
eyes and he knew that he would never be the same again.  Good riddance.

   His hands, strong and sure under normal circumstances, shook as he
reached for the woman standing in front of him clad only in the stockings
on her perfect feet and legs.  In the end, it was hunger, not strength,
that moved him.  He cupped her face and brought his lips to hers making a
sacred vow that he would always give himself to her without expecting her
to return the effort.

   But she did.  She kissed him back moving her body toward him, capturing
his erection between their stomachs as she moved her tongue against his.

   The trimmed hairs atop Samantha's sex bit against Owen's sensitive
member and he loved the sting of the strands.  He wanted to run his fingers
through the trimmed hairs, breathe in her scent as he tasted her on his
tongue, wanted to feel her lips wrapped around his erection as he pumped
into her.  He'd never before thought hair bordering a woman's vagina could
be alluring and yet, here he was.

   His passion burned as he pulled his lips from her, licking, biting his
way down her neck.  His cock jumped against her skin with every giggle from
her lips, every squeal as he nibbled on the edge of pain and pleasure.  She
danced on her toes in his arms as he savored her body with everything he
had.

   "Wow." Samantha moaned as Owen licked the side of her abs.  "It's
somewhere between tickling and stealing my breath away." She dug her nails
into his shoulder and when he hissed it sounded like a moan for more.  "Uh,
ah, O-Owen." With each word her breath hitched and flowed like water
through a rocky stream.  "I don't know if I can take it."

   Owen pulled his lips from the sensitive area and smiled up at her.  "I
couldn't help myself.  You sounded so sexy like that."

   Samantha blushed prettily and smiled at him.  She stepped away from him
and climbed up on the bed, her hands and knees on the mattress, her ass
swaying from side-to-side as she crawled higher on the pillow-top.  "Come
with me?" She asked sweetly, holding her hand out for his.

   Owen nodded and clambered onto the bed with far less grace than she had.
He moved quickly because he wanted to be by her side, to feel her against
him, as much as he could in the time they had together.  He hoped this
wasn't the only time they would have together.

   "You don't have to stop." Samantha's voice was low and she regarded him
with eyes that were fearful yet hungry.

   Owen's heart warmed as he looked at her and he wanted to tell her that
everything was going to be alright.  That he would never hurt her.  He
wanted to tell her how he felt for her, ached for her every time she would
come to visit his sister.  The words died on his lips as Samantha spread
her legs wider for him.

   "I want to feel you against me." She whispered moving her legs
restlessly on the bed.

   Owen trailed his fingers through her blonde hair and the fresh scent of
cherry blossoms wafted on the breeze of his movements.  He kissed her lips
and his blood boiled as her tongue danced with his.  He pulled his lips
from her mouth and began his journey south anew.  He kissed her jaw,
nibbled her neck, pressed his lips lightly against her collarbone before
kissing a path to her breasts.  He held one warm weight in his palm as he
encircled her nipple with his lips, swirling his tongue around the
sensitive pink bud before moving to the other side.

   Samantha ran her fingers through Owen's hair as he kissed and licked his
way through the landscape of her body.  The feeling of his tongue upon her
breasts was world's beyond what she could do with her fingers and the
sensations left her reeling as he began to move once more.

   Owen kissed his way to her sternum loving the feel of her breasts on
either side of his face as he moved his tongue over her sweat salted skin.
The taste of her only made him hungry for more.  Her scent was pure woman
with the teasing scent of cherry blossoms, as he kissed her stomach heading
for her navel with determination.  He dipped his tongue into the valley and
smiled to himself as Samantha arched into the action pressing her stomach
more firmly against him.  The scratch of her nails on his scalp was almost
as encouraging as the sound she made for him.

   Samantha was lost to the swirling maelstrom of sensations her lover
showered on her.  Over the sound of her own breathing she could just make
out the sultry moan escaping her lips.  It sounded almost animalistic in
its release.  She clenched her fists against Owen's scalp, pulling handfuls
of his hair between her fingers.  She hoped she didn't hurt him, but
judging from the light nip he gave her navel with his teeth, he didn't
care.

   Owen's cock throbbed between his legs as he moved lower, the fibers of
the sheet scraping softly against the underside of his now insistent cock.
He could feel the cool wetness of his pre-cum and knew that when the time
came, he would be slick and ready for her.  He kissed lower, nuzzling his
nose through the short well maintained hairs on her fragrant sex.

   She smelled sweet and sour and the aroma left his mouth watering and his
cock pulsing steadily.  He kissed her all over, dancing around the bundle
of nerves nestled at the peak of her slit until she rocked and wiggled
beneath him.  The sound of her mewling cries alone could have made him cum,
if he hadn't so many times already.  Instead, he got to enjoy the feeling
of her stocking feet scraping against his sides as she fought to escape, or
get him where she wanted him.

   Samantha wiggled her legs and moved them up and down against the bed as
Owen's mouth explored her sex.  He kissed anywhere he wanted and each press
of his lips amped up her own desire.  She needed him and the demanding buzz
and tingle between her lips told her where.  She moved her hips trying to
force him where she wanted him but he managed to evade her every maneuver.
With one last attempt at positioning him she managed to wedge her foot
under his hips and the bed and as his hard length rested against her sole
she felt a change in him.

   Owen hissed sharply as Samantha's foot slid along his burning erection.
The stockings on her feet were a coarser material than the sheets but it
wasn't unpleasant.  As she flexed her toes, gripping him, he moaned and
rested his head on her pubic mound.

   "That's it." Samantha whispered rubbing his head as she moved her foot
gently.  "Let me feel your tongue." She commanded.

   Owen looked up at her and let the fire burning within him shine through
his eyes.  Samantha smiled at him and continued to move her foot.  Owen
lowered his mouth and swept his tongue from the bottom of her slit to the
top never taking his eyes off her as he moved.  He was glad he didn't look
away.

   Rachel moved toward Jessica and prayed that a plan formed in her mind.
The redhead girl was looking at her like she was just another meal on the
menu and Rachel felt she might not win.  Not fair given Jessica's
activities of the night.  She resolved herself to be victorious, even if by
a slim margin.

   Jessica trailed her finger nails up Rachel's arm giving a low chuckle as
goosebumps followed in her wake.  Rachel shivered and Jessica smiled to
herself thinking that the competition was as good as over.  She leaned in
toward Rachel and her lips had barely grazed Rachel's neck when the dark
haired girl pulled away coyly.  Jessica tried again but once more Rachel
pulled away looking shy and innocent.

   "Going to avoid me the whole time?" Jessica asked as she cupped her own
breasts and squeezed her nipples.

   "No." Rachel laughed before pulling the side of her lip between her
teeth.  She let her hair fall over part of her face completing the bedroom
stare.  "Just going to make you work for it."

   "Oh, really?"

   "No." Rachel laughed again.  "But you're going to do what I want you
to."

   "You think that's going to work on me?" Jessica asked with a smile of
her own.

   Rachel nodded.  "Uh huh." She smiled again.  "Come here." Rachel opened
her arms wide for Jessica.

   Jessica moved closer and found her face cupped by Rachel's palms. 
Rachel pressed her lips to Jessica's and worked her tongue against the
redhead's lips.  The kiss was slow and soft, and in lieu of fresh air they
breathed the air from each other's lungs.  Both pulled away lightheaded and
smiling.

   Rachel pushed Jessica to her back.  She looked into the redhead's eyes
and licked her lips.  "I can still taste you on my lips." She spoke
deliberately as she stroked her palms up and down the expanse of exposed
flesh.  In truth, she loved the way Jessica looked.  She had pale skin,
true, but freckles dotted her skin and Rachel wanted to kiss each one as
Jessica writhed beneath her.

   "You've got me here, what are you going to do with me?" Jessica asked
pouting her lower lip and looking like she was afraid of being chastised.

   "Whatever I want." Rachel replied easily.  "You're mine now." She put
her hand around Jessica's throat but her intent was not to choke.  She put
just enough pressure to make her presence known.  "The things I want to do
to you." She tightened her hold for only a moment before releasing the
pressure.

   Jessica's face was flush and tinged with pink as she stared up at
Rachel. She could feel her juices flowing and knew that soon her thighs
would be wet with her arousal if Rachel didn't drink them up.  She rolled
her hips as the thought of the blue eyed girl between her legs filled her
mind.  She had a very talented tongue.

   Rachel scraped her fingernails down Jessica's stomach with just enough
pressure to leave white trail marks.  Jessica rolled beneath her, her
breath fast and shallow as she tried to manage the sensations crashing
within her.

   Jessica didn't fight back, she didn't care to.  She'd already had Owen
and she knew she would have him again because of the task she needed to
complete.  She wanted to last as long as possible because it felt amazing
to wait for the orgasm to build, but she didn't try to make Rachel cum. 
There would be plenty of time for that if Owen could keep up the pace.

   Rachel sensed that Jessica was giving herself over to the situation
developing between them.  She didn't understand it but she went with it,
capitalizing on the turn of the tide between the two.  She moved and put
her lips around the top of Jessica's slit.  She closed her eyes and pressed
her tongue to the slick heat she had captured with her mouth.  Jessica's
hips began to rock gently as Rachel moved her tongue.

   Rachel moaned as she flicked Jessica's clit with the tip of her tongue.
The flavor was unbelievable, light and sweet with just a hint of the girl's
musty scent.  She craved more and set herself to get exactly what she
wanted.  Her own hips rocked as she licked her friend but the lack of
contact with anything only made her burn hotter for something solid.

   "Fuck." Jessica moaned, pressing her thighs to Rachel's head and resting
her feet on her lover's back.  She pulled at her breasts, stretching her
nipples between her fingers as she ground her sex wantonly against Rachel's
magical tongue.  "Ah!  Right there!" Jessica's moans were loud enough to be
heard throughout the house.

   Rachel stroked her fingers against Jessica's dripping lips getting the
digits nice and slick in preparation for their job.  As she continued to
suck and swirl Jessica's clit she pressed her fingers against the steadily
leaking opening and slid them in with the pads of her fingers curled up
toward Jessica's stomach.

   Jessica's hands moved lightning fast as she gripped Rachel's hair in her
fingers mere moments before she arched so hard only her heels and shoulders
touched the floor.  She hung there, suspended by her pleasure with her
breath locked in her lungs.  All at once sound flooded the room in the form
of Jessica's screaming moan.

   Rachel continued to work her tongue and was delighted to have more of
Jessica to drink in.  She eagerly lapped at the pulsing opening even as
Jessica continued to moan and shake.

   Samantha's eyes snapped shut as Owen's tongue made contact with her
delicate, virginal sex.  She had thought playing with her nipples had felt
good.  She'd thought the last competition had shown her the best feelings
possible.  Even though Owen was going through the same motions, it felt
entirely different to have someone you felt a deep connection with lapping
at you.  Barely able to focus on anything, she found the will to keep her
foot working against his erection and the moist heat of his breath on her
sex as he moaned left her feeling adored beyond all compare.

   She clenched her toes against the forcefully pulsing rod between his
legs and the pressure of his tongue against her clit increased
instantaneously.  She felt powerful and as he moaned the vibrations tickled
her vulva and made her nerve endings dance in delight.  Her nipples tingled
and ached as they hardened pointing toward the ceiling with determination.
She wanted to pull them but the sensations would no doubt cause her orgasm
to crash down on her the moment contact was made.  Instead she clenched her
fingers against the sheet and wrapped her free leg around Owen's side
locking him against her.

   Owen felt his breath halt with every coarse, tantalizing pull of
Samantha's stocking clad foot against his steadily dripping cock.  In his
mind he tried to keep the thoughts of cumming all over her pretty toes at
bay because each time the image flashed before him his balls tightened
threatening to spill his load and make the picture complete.

   His only saving grace was the ability to focus on Samantha's slick sex
and the wonderful scent of her arousal.  She smelled musky, the sweet tang
of her cum and sweat driving him higher and wilder, and the scent grew
stronger the more he devoted his tongue to her.  He lapped at her like a
man dying of thirst and she danced against his mouth, her hips grinding
against his lips hard and fast as she chased her release with relish.

   Samantha worked her foot faster against him, she could feel his pre-cum
coating her skin through her stockings and the hot sting was quickly
replaced by cold as air danced across her increasingly wet foot.  She'd
never before thought of her feet as sexy, but with Owen she found that she
wanted to make sure her feet were always ready for him.  Anytime he wanted.


   She locked her hands in his hair as he focused his attention on her
clit. He pulled the bundle of nerves between his lips and scraped his teeth
across the surface before sucking hard and swirling his tongue.  She could
no longer control the movements of her body.  He choreographed her orgasm
as he trailed his fingers along her skin and rapidly flicked his tongue to
her delight.

   He reached his hands high and caressed his palms across her breasts
before pinching her nipples between his fingers.  She arched her back and
pulled his hair holding his face against her right where she wanted him to
stay.  She felt the rushing approach of her orgasm and she surrendered
herself to the wave as Owen dipped his tongue into her pulsing opening.

   Samantha's toes clenched one foot gripping his cock and one gripping
against his ass.  She bucked wildly against him as she screamed for him. 
As blood rushed through her ears she couldn't hear what she cried out but
it didn't matter.  Owen moaned against her sex as she shook against him and
his tongue flicked her clit mercilessly until she collapsed back against
the bed.

   Owen pulled his face from between her thighs and sucked in a gasping
lungful of air as he looked at the almost spent blonde lying in front of
him.  His face was wet with her cum and all he could smell was her scent.
He smiled and moved between her splayed legs holding his cock in his hand
as he approached the virgin hole he so longed to feel wrapped around him.

   He angled himself at her opening and rubbed the head of his cock between
her lips until the head was shiny with their mixed juices.  Samantha worked
her hips against his, loving the feeling of him gliding against her.  In
her eyes he saw her fear and he wanted to reassure her.

   "We don't have to, ya know, tonight." He offered stopping his motions
between her legs.

   She rolled her hips against him, stealing his breath.  "I know." She
rolled her hips again.

   "You look afraid."

   "I'm terrified."

   "Then we should stop."

   "I don't want to stop."

   "But you're terrified." He reminded her.

   "But I'm with you." She countered.  "I'm where I want to be."

   "Samantha..." Her name was a question on his lips.

   "Owen." She replied in answer.  "I want this."

   "It will hurt." He warned her.

   "For a moment.  Besides, you'll make it better."

   "Are you sure?"

   She rolled her hips again and the tip of his cock barely pierced her
opening.  "I'm absolutely sure."

   Owen kept his eyes locked with hers as he placed the swollen head at her
opening once more.  He slowly pressed his hips forward and Samantha hissed
as her body stretched to accommodate his size.

   The feel of his cock as it slid into her was an exquisite example of the
thin line between pain and pleasure.  Her lips gripped and pulsed around
the solid length of him and the ache of her skin stretching around him was
an erotic reminder of where he was and what they were doing.  She flinched,
body going tight as sharp pain and a halt of his movement let her know he'd
reached her hymen.  He shook against her as he held himself still, waiting
for her to give him some kind of sign.

   She nodded her head and put her hands on his hips her nails biting his
skin in preparation of the pain she would feel.

   Owen put one had on Samantha's face cupping her cheek.  She pressed her
lips to his palm and Owen pressed his hips forward.

   Samantha's face tightened and her nails bit deeper into his skin but
Owen continued to move until he filled her completely.  He stopped as the
head of his cock pressed into the wall within her.  He could feel her
muscles clamping around him, gripping and releasing as her body tried to
get used to the feeling of him.  Her breathing was deep and ragged as she
started to relax.

   The pain had been intense but Owen had held her through it and now,
fully inside her, he waited for her to relax a bit.  She knew if she opened
her eyes she would find him looking at her, studying her face to determine
how she was feeling.  He would wait for as long as she wanted him to before
he started to move again.  Lucky for him, the pain was intense but brief.

   She slowly moved her hips testing the feeling of him and seeing if there
would be any pain.  There was still an ache but a new sensation danced on
the periphery.  She rolled her hips again and the delicious pull of him as
he moved within her brought her racing toward another release.  He was
inside her right now.  His cock, hard and throbbing and she could feel
every pulse of the thing as it moved inside her.  She rolled her hips again
and couldn't stop the moan from spilling out of her mouth.

   "Are you okay?" Owen asked.

   "Yesss." Samantha hissed as she built up a rhythm with her hips.

   Owen groaned as his cock was massaged and gripped by her muscles.  The
faster she worked her hips the more she gripped him, milking him as she
brought herself higher and higher.  Owen pulled his hips back until the
thickest part of his head stretched her.  As she moaned he slowly slid
himself back into her until his head once more hit the fleshy wall within
her.  The ring through the corona of his dick was made for her g-spot but
in order to get the full effect he had to work the length in an out of her.


   Samantha clenched her toes against Owen's ass as the bar through the tip
of his cock wiggled and lightly scratched at something inside of her.  The
feeling was even more pronounced than his tongue on her clit.  Each time
the bar through his dick moved it made her tingle in such a way she felt
certain she was going to pee.  He pulled out again leaving her panting and
greedy for his re-entry.  He paused for a moment.

   "Take me." She urged him on.  "Keep going.  Make me yours."

   Owen captured her mouth in an urgent kiss as he slammed his hips forward
his cock pounding into her with a newfound desperation.

   "Yes." She moaned.  "More." She wrapped her arms around his broad
shoulders.  "Harder." She demanded.

   Owen gave in to the animal within him.  He let himself answer the siren
call of her moans and he gave her what she asked for.  He slammed his hips
against her harder and harder, urging his cock deeper into her.  He drank
up her moans and savored the way she whimpered as his cock entered her and
slid from her in a blur of movement.

   Samantha was a silky, slippery, squelchy wet grip around his cock as he
moved himself against her.  She raised her hips to meet his thrusts and she
didn't even blush as her moans grew louder and more insistent.  She needed
him, wanted him, wanted to feel the searing heat of his cum as he sprayed
into her.

   "Yes." She moaned aloud.  "I'm yours.  Do what you want.  Take me.  I'm
so close.  Don't stop.  Make me cum." She squealed as Owen lifted her hips
in his hands his firm grip on her ass keeping her aloft as he sawed his
cock in and out of her.  She gripped his waist with her legs and nearly
screamed as Owen pulled one of her nipples between his fingers rolling it
gently.

   "I'm close." He warned her.  "I'm going to cum." He began moving against
her faster, their bodies slapping together as they each raced headlong into
the coming storm of their release.

   Samantha arrived first screaming his name as her nails raked sibling
trails down his back, blood beading at the top of the marks.  She squeezed
tight around him with everything she had, feeling her muscles scream and
her feet threaten to cramp.

   Owen lasted a second longer but as Samantha's pussy thrashed around him,
her muscles squeezing him and stuttering along his cock he tightened up and
though he tried not to, he screamed as he came for her.  Her name a moan
birthed from his mouth as his aching cock sprayed into her.

   Samantha, through the fog of her orgasm, felt the splash of his cum as
he sprayed into her.  She felt dirty but in the best possible way.  She
felt that from this moment on everyone she met would know that she had let
Owen cum in her pussy and she'd loved it.  She felt another wet splash
within her and the all-consuming heat of him spreading through her and it
set off a fresh orgasm.

   She whimpered in his arms and he continued to press himself in and
retract until he had no energy left.  He collapsed on the bed and rolled,
pulling her on top of him.  They remained in that position, her head
against his chest, her breasts pressed against his body, and his cock still
buried between her lips.  She could feel the sting of her well used sex and
knew that Owen's member would be covered in her blood.  Rather than
disgusting her, she liked the image of him covered in her.  It was her way
of marking him.

   Owen raised his hands and stroked her back.  He moved his palms up and
down in gentle waves as he kissed the top of her head.  He held her close
to him, enjoying the heat of her body, the stink of their combined sweat,
the scent of sex permeating the room.  He didn't mind the itch of their
combined cum dripping against his balls.  All of these were minor details
compared to the big picture.

   He'd had a crush on Samantha since he'd first met her.  Over time that
crush had become something more.  Something he couldn't admit to himself.
Here in this moment, holding her in his arms, having filled her with his
cum, he was no longer afraid of what he felt.  He stroked his fingers
through her hair and listened to her even breathing as she relaxed against
him.

   "I love you." He said the words slowly but his voice was strong and loud
enough for her to hear.

   She looked up at him, her eyes shining.  "I . . ." She looked down as
her eyes began to fill with unshed tears.

   He was with her in an instant all about her, worrying whether she was
okay and it just filled her heart even more.  When she looked up at him her
smile was bright though her eyes and her cheeks were wet.  "I love you,
too."

   He pulled her back against his chest and made sure the blanket was tight
around them both.  He turned off the bedside lamp with a twist of the nob
and resumed rubbing her back.  There would be plenty of time for games
later.  Right now, he wanted to hold her and be with her in this special,
truly important moment.

   Rachel had won.  She sat back on her heels, her face cool and slick with
Jessica's cum, beads of sweat trailing down her back.  Her hair was heavy
and sticking to her face, but she had won.  She wasn't an idiot, she knew
Jessica had let her win but still, she now had her very own limitless
request.  She couldn't wait to put it to use.

   Exiting the room she'd had every intention of going to find Owen and
have her request fulfilled.  She opened the door to the guest room
expecting to find the lovers vigorously engaged and finding something else
entirely.

   Owen's freshly tousled hair was an explosion of darkness against the
pink pillow case and Sam's blonde hair cascaded in a golden wave against
the sham.  Their chests rose and fell in a steady, even measure.  Eyes were
blissfully closed and a smile tugged at the corners of Owen's mouth as
dreams filled his mind and his hand stroked Samantha's side.

   Feeling like a trespasser Rachel moved to close the door backing quietly
from the room.  A body, soft and pliant up top, toned and warm in the
middle, blocked her exit.  Rachel drew in a breath to shout in surprise but
a soft, fragrant hand covered her mouth.  She turned slowly and caramel
colored eyes met her own; Katerina.  The brunette held a finger over her
own lips and a quiet "shhhh" followed the gesture.

   Rachel rose up on the tips of her toes and captured Katerina's lips with
her own.  The fire in the kiss, the fevered heat, was meant to belie the
pain Rachel felt at her discovery.  Seeing Owen and Samantha twisted
together in the blissful afterglow had, inexplicably, left Rachel feeling
passed over, forgotten, rejected.  She turned the emotion toward a purpose
and focused her sights on Kat.

   Katerina returned the fury of the kiss, her passion such that a hint of
copper graced her tongue telling her of the blister or cut she would
discover in the aftermath.  She didn't care.  Rachel's lips tasted like
berries with the slightest blush of feminine musk and the mixture was
intoxicating.  Katerina rolled her tongue against Rachel's as her palms
covered the raven-haired girl's body with greedy pull and sultry scrapes of
her nails.

   Breathless, lightheaded, and begging for more Rachel submitted herself
to Katerina, pleading through her body and actions for the brunette to take
her over.  She groaned as Katerina sucked her fingers, her wet tongue
swirling the appendages in noisy movements.  Rachel's pussy flooded as she
imagined Katerina holding her down and using her tongue however she
pleased.

   In that moment she wanted Katerina to do whatever she wanted.  Rachel
would say 'no' to nothing.  She was ready and willing provided that, when
the time came, Katerina would make sure she came, too.  Katerina pulled
back, her lips tingling, her lungs burning.  She trailed her fingers over
the smooth skin of Rachel's heaving chest enjoying the way goosebumps
followed her movements.  She grabbed Rachel's hand and pulled her from the
archway.  As the door clicked shut Rachel shivered in the breeze of the
hallway.

   "What now?" Rachel asked.  "I need you."

   Katerina smiled.  "Come with me."

   I'm trying to, Rachel thought to herself before nodding her head once.
She allowed herself to be lead and rather than where they were going, she
watched the sway of the full hips in front of her.  Bright lights over a
porcelain basin illuminated the bathroom.  Rachel's eyes danced with joy as
she recalled the earlier activities of the night.  Katerina's hands shook
as she looked at Rachel a question on her lips, urgent yet unspoken.  She
chewed her lips and looked shyly at the floor.

   Rachel pulled Katerina's hands in her own.  "What is it?" She asked
earnestly.

   "I want to ask you something, but I'm afraid." Katerina replied, still
not making eye-contact.

   "Okay." Rachel pulled Katerina closer.  "You know you can talk to me,
ask me, anything." Rachel smiled.  "I would do anything for you."

   "We've never done this before." Katerina replied.

   "Now, I'm interested." Rachel replied easily, her hurt eased by time
spent with Kat.

   Katerina's cheeks stained pink as the words she longed to speak collided
with the dam of her tongue.

   "Kat?" Rachel prompted.

   "Meow." Katerina's cheeky reply lacked her smiling charms.

   "Ask me." Rachel insisted.

   "I want...  will you...  I mean..." Katerina's words were a halting
spillover of soupy nothing.

   "Tell me." Rachel pleaded.

   "Okay." Katerina allowed herself to speak.  "You know my desires, my
fetishes." Her blush deepened and she looked away again.

   Rachel pulled Katerina's gaze back to her.  "Yeah.  As I recall we
addressed one of your fetishes earlier."

   "Yes!" Katerina giggled and her words rushed on the tail of the
exclamation.  "Will you do it to me?"

   Now Rachel's face burned with heat.  "What?"

   Katerina's eyes widened before she turned away.  "Nothing, never mind."
Katerina's reply was lightning fast.

   "No." Rachel pulled Kat closer even as the brunette tried to pull away.
"This is important to you."

   Katerina refused to look at Rachel.  Rachel pulled Katerina's face until
their eyes met, again.  "You want me to pee on you?"

   Katerina nodded as her eyes began to water.

   Rachel swallowed forcefully and though it embarrassed her for some
unknown reason, she continued.  "Okay." Rachel kissed Katerina as the
brunette stood stunned.  "I have to go anyway." Rachel put on a brave
unworried face but her stomach flipped within her.  What if Katerina really
didn't want it, what if, after it was over, Katerina wanted nothing to do
with her?  But she kept her word and prepared herself.

   Together, the two women climbed into the tub, both exclaiming as the
cold metal shocked their warm skin.  Rachel climbed onto Katerina's lap and
looked at her longtime friend and lover as she willed her body to relax.

   "Higher." Katerina pleaded.  "I want you to be higher."

   "What?" Rachel asked, interrupted.

   "I want you," Katerina flashed her eyes toward Rachel's privates,
"higher."

   Rachel was confused a moment longer until it dawned on her what her
friend meant.  She rose to her feet and positioned herself awkwardly.  She
frowned.  "What if I get it on your face."

   Katerina chewed her lip but said nothing.

   "Kat?"

   The skin of Katerina's lip was white from the pressure she applied.

   "Kat!" Rachel prompted.  "I can't hold on forever."

   "I want to feel it." Katerina fired back, her cheeks burning.

   "On your-" Rachel's words died on her lips as she thought about the
moment developing.  She remembered herself, not too long ago, lying before
Katerina awaiting the release Kat so desired.  She had been embarrassed
then, and her stomach had roiled as she awaited becoming the one who helped
Kat realize a fantasy.  If Katerina had spoken to her in that moment, it
would have crushed her resolve to continue, so she held her tongue.

   Katerina was ecstatic as she found herself where she had always desired.
Her clit ached and her slit pulsed as her fantasy was set to be fulfilled.
Moving her head forward, she kissed Rachel's hipbones before moving down to
kiss her thighs, loving the way the girl wiggled and whimpered above her.

   "I'm not going to be able to pee if you don't stop." Rachel chastised.

   "Sorry," Katerina mumbled her reply through a final kiss settling
herself back and caressing the back of Rachel's calves absently.

   The first trickle of Rachel's release was only noticed as it dripped on
Katerina's thighs.  Trying not to feel disappointed Katerina waited willed
herself to be patient.  A giggle bubbled up from her throat as a more
insistent stream splashed against her mound the spray moving up her body as
Rachel's body relaxed further.  Katerina looked up at Rachel and found the
other girl's eyes closed, her head back, and her breasts rising and falling
with her breath.

   Katerina felt the pressured release reach her chin and closed her eyes
waiting to feel herself fully beneath the spray.  The hot liquid misted on
her face and forced her to breathe through her mouth, the bitter taste
unpleasant but the knowledge she was living a fantasy burned through her
and left her nerves frenzied and tingling.

   Katerina arched her back as a small orgasm coursed her veins.  The
release wasn't major but the feeling deep within her was.  She had put
herself out there, let herself be vulnerable and the one she chose held her
so dear that it hadn't been an issue.

   The smell was what she'd expected it to be, but, it was about Rachel's
willingness to engage with Katerina that had been important.  Katerina
smiled and pulled Rachel's still leaking slit closer to her face.  Rachel
moved her fingers through Kat's hair as her lover nuzzled closer, satisfied
quiet filling the room, for a moment.

   Rachel began to move her hips, rubbing her barely dribbling pussy
against Kat's face and mouth.  The dragging grip of Kat's skin against
Rachel's clit sent tremors through the blue-eyed nymph.

   "Do you want something?" Katerina purred.  Her lips deliberately against
Rachel's sex as she spoke.

   Rachel nodded her head enthusiastically, her hips rocking faster.

   "Uh, uh," Katerina waggled her finger, "you have to ask."

   "I want you." Rachel breathed.

   "To do what?" Katerina asked huskily.

   Rachel chewed her lips before speaking.  "I want you to make me cum."

   Katerina chuckled.  "Good girl." She cooed.  "Do you need me?"

   Rachel nodded.

   "How much?" Katerina asked.

   "Enough to pee on you again." Rachel replied with a smile.

   "I'll hold you to that." Katerina promised.  She pulled Rachel's mouth
to her own.  "I never did thank you for cleaning me up after Owen," She
shivered, "had his way." Katerina kissed her again.  "Licking up my
brother's cum as it dripped from my tight, no longer virgin pussy."

   Now, Rachel shivered as Katerina's words tickled her ears and stimulated
her imagination.

   "How did it taste?"

   Rachel shivered again.  "Sweet and salty.  Thick on my tongue.  Warm."
Rachel continued to rock her hips as she recalled licking Katerina like an
ice cream cone.  Sweeping her tongue between those pliant lips as more of
the white mix dripped from her well-used slit.

   Katerina felt Rachel's fluid smearing on her face, the substance thick
and sticky on her skin.  She loved it.  "You're thinking of it." Katerina
let her tongue slip from her mouth and Rachel eagerly ground her pussy
against the pink appendage.  Rachel moaned and mewled as Katerina flicked
her tongue lightly.

   "That's right." Katerina mumbled.  "Cum for me.  Cover my face, my skin,
my body, with your cum." Katerina scraped her nails roughly against
Rachel's ass.  "Cum for me but be ready, because I'm going to lick you,
finger you, and grind against you until you explode again and again."

   Rachel bucked her hips hard grinding her clit against Katerina's mouth,
her moans rising in volume as she rushed toward the orgasm already bowing
her body.  She clenched her fingers on Katerina's hips as she squealed and
clenched her legs as her release claimed her.  If not for Katerina's hands
on her ass, Rachel would have fallen as her knees trembled beneath her.

   Katerina relished the sting of Rachel's nails digging into her skin as
Rachel held onto Kat's shoulders for support.  Now, she knew why guys liked
when a woman dug her nails into his back.  No better way to say, "Job well
done, lover." The spray of Rachel cumming was the same message in a
different language.

   When Rachel stopped shaking and removed her nails from Katerina's
shoulders, Kat held the girl against her.  She was still intent on having
her way with the other girl, but for the moment she was content to hold her
in her arms.

   Sliding down into Katerina's arms, Rachel kissed Kat's cheeks, lips, and
shoulders as the brunette held her close.  She loved that she could taste
herself on Kat's lips and the flavor re-awakened her lust.  She felt
valuable in Katerina's arms, she felt worthy of love.  She showered Kat
with kisses even as her body burned, ready for more attention from the
goddess she held in her arms.

   Katerina shifted her hold on Rachel, easing the dark-haired girl to her
back on the tub floor.  Pushing Rachel's knees to either side she was
greeted by one of her favorite views of the girl.  She watched as Rachel's
lips spread open on their own, giving her a view of Rachel's steadily
pulsing opening; a thin spot of white evidence of her recent release.

   Katerina moved in closer and extended her tongue until contact was made.
Rachel groaned and it was music to Katerina's ears.  She licked again and
smiled as Rachel arched her back sharply.  She worked her tongue steadily
but with hardly any pressure, teasing Rachel's aching clit but not bringing
her much closer to orgasm.  Rachel groaned and struggled to work her hips
and force Katerina to give her the pressure she craved.

   Rachel wanted to scream as Katerina pulled her mouth away.  She wanted
to leave, to cry, to stomp her feet.  Her anger faded as Katerina quickly
shifted her position entwining her legs with Rachel's as she pressed her
dripping pussy where her tongue had just been.

   Katerina's moan mixed with Rachel's as they began to roll their hips. 
Katerina was torn by the feeling of excruciating pleasure and the sloppy
sounds of the slick slits moving together.

   Rachel leaned forward and mashed her lips to Kat's mouth in a consuming
kiss just as her orgasm peaked.  Her hips jerked wildly and the knowledge
that her cum was now on Katerina's pussy only made her cum harder.

   Katerina followed quick on her heels, her orgasm leaving her screaming
as her hips continued to move against Rachel's.  The second reprieve was
longer than the first but the scene was the same.  Katerina was on her back
and Rachel was tight against her.  Her hands were stroking Rachel's back as
they calmed down together.

   "So," Katerina asked, "you wanna talk about it or shower first?"

   Rachel looked up at the brunette she'd spent so much time with, the one
she'd loved first.  "Shower first." She said evenly.

   "Okay." Katerina replied.  "But don't think I don't know you well enough
to know that something is bothering you." Katerina kissed her lover's lips.

   Owen woke up to the sound of screaming.  This wasn't the
make-your-heart-hammer scream of someone frightened.  This was the sultry,
pleasured sound which instantly solved erectile dysfunction issues.  Owen's
cock throbbed to life and strained out from his hips.  He turned toward
Samantha but she was sound asleep with a smile on her face.  As his brain
attaboy'd him he rose from the bed to investigate the noise.  He shut the
door behind him and when he turned around he found a strawberry blonde
looking him over like a slab of meat.  His cock jumped at his hips.

   "Well, someone is happy to see me." Sarah licked her lips.  "I'm happy
to see you, too." She said before reaching out and stroking Owen's cock
softly.

   "I was just going to see what the noise was." Owen offered.

   "I can save you the trouble." Sarah replied.  "Katerina and Rachel are
really going at it."

   Owen swallowed heavily.

   "I bet you'd love to see that." Sarah licked her lower lip.  "I think,"
she lowered her lids seductively, "I'm ready to complete my challenge."

   Owen felt like a prey caught in the sight of a predator.  He'd never
wanted to be caught more.

   "Come with me." Sarah took Owen's hand and pulled him gently.

   Owen followed, his cock eagerly leading the way.  As they walked Owen
watched the strawberry strand of Sarah's hair sweeping and bouncing
playfully against her lower back just above the swell of her ass.  They
took the steps down to the living room and cloaked together in the velvet
dark of the lightless room.  Sarah swept her hair to the side before she
sat down on the couch.  Owen took a seat beside her and she rested her head
on his shoulder.  They sat without speaking, listening to the sound of
their breathing as it fell in and out of synch.

   Sarah's voice was soft as she spoke.  "I never thought sitting by
someone in silence could feel so good."

   Owen didn't speak as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled
her closer.  Though her naked skin was against him and the scent of sex
permeated the air, it was not an erotic moment.  It was a situation of deep
comfort and peace.

   Sarah shifted in her seat to face Owen directly.  Her eyes dipped to his
lips as she licked her own.  "I didn't bring you down here just to sit in
the dark."

   Owen lifted her hand in his and waited for her to continue.

   "I recall," she said after a moment, "that I was challenged to do
something I've never done before." She licked her lips again as her breath
left on a shudder.  "Do you know what that is for me?"

   Owen's reply was barely audible.  "No."

   "I have never given myself to anyone.  My heart, I mean.  With you,
though, I find it hard to hold myself back." She moved her eyes to his.

   Owen's heart raced as the words made connections with memories of the
gorgeous blue-eyed girl he had spent years of his life with, had watched
grow up as he had grown.  He saw her looking unsure as she stood in her
cheerleading outfit for the first time.  Her hands tugging the skirt
near-constant trying to pull it lower.

   He saw her in a knee-length yellow dress at the middle school dance
surrounded by guys and clinging to Kat's hand for comfort.  He saw her at
Prom, sitting alone at her table while her date was off somewhere else. 
Her champagne flute sparkled with Welch's white grape and a cover-band
wailed Teenage Wasteland.  Her eyes were shiny and hurt but when her date
returned she left with him anyway.

   The web of memories rippled over a lifetime and illustrated the
significance of her statement.  He thought of Katerina, Samantha, Rachel,
Jessica, and the beautiful woman in front of him.  It occurred to him that
something was changing around them all.  They had all become part of
something that was changing their lives.  Seemingly, they all welcomed the
change.

   He was pulled from his thoughts by the press of her full, soft lips
against his own.  Her warm tongue flexed against his, stealing the breath
from his lungs and leaving him starved, not for air, but for more of the
kiss.

   She broke away before stars danced in his eyes and he missed her taste,
the crucial contact, immediately.  His skin ached for her touch and he
craved her flavor on his tongue, his name on her lips, their bodies
connected.  His bones seemed to vibrate with his desire for her and his
shaft throbbed insistently, willing him to make the move and them both what
they wanted.

   "Sarah." His voice was hoarse and carried an obvious, if unspoken, need.

   "yes." She replied.  It was the answer to his inherent question.

   "I-"

   "I know." She interrupted.  "It's okay." With one delicate hand Sarah
pushed him back making him lie down on the couch.  She swept her hair over
her shoulder as she leaned over him.  Though her nerves were jumping wildly
she stayed on her path.  She flicked her eyes to Owen's and seeing no
objection she continued by placing a kiss on his lips.  She moved slowly
lower kissing his jaw, his neck, letting her tongue trail sloppily along
his skin.

   She loved the way his hips bucked at the contact and made sure to
remember the visceral reaction to the attention she showed him.  She
continued her journey unhurried and the knowledge that she was pampering
him, making him feel good, made her feel powerful, sexy.

   Owen hissed through his teeth as Sarah's stomach made contact with his
cock.  The sensation was a divine mix of pleasure and excruciating torture
as his body begged to be joined with hers.

   Sarah smiled to herself at the feeling of his hot length against her
belly.  Each kick of his sex registered to her abs leaving her wanting to
giggle at the sensation.  She kissed her way lower making certain to keep
her body against that burning arousal.  She felt the flex of his abs as her
lips pressed against his side.  She repeated the act on the other side and
couldn't stop her giggle from slipping out.

   She felt a little foolish as she let his dick move over her neck but she
was determined to maintain the contact.  She'd never allowed herself to
enjoy the exploration of her partner but the time with Owen in the
unhurried process left her feeling more connected to him.  The smooth,
blunt head grazed her cheek and his pre-cum was a sticky kiss on her flesh.
Owen moaned as her lips brushed the underside of his member, the organ
kicking hard against her face.

   Owen's body bowed wildly as Sarah's breath caressed his skin and he
heard her delighted giggle as his organ jumped, slapping dully against her
face.  Owen's desire coursed through him with single-minded intent but the
sound of her laughter left him feeling warm and accepted.

   Sarah closed her eyes and extended her tongue.  The sharp intake of
breath was praise enough as she drew her tongue along the tight, throbbing
skin of his erection paying no mind to the sloppy nature of her act.  She
took the hard length into her mouth and let the flex of his hip and
exclamations guide her movement and her speed.

   Sarah had given blow jobs before but in her experienced had never been
enthusiastic about the task.  With Owen she didn't feel the need to perform
or drive him to orgasm and the sense that he was giving himself over to her
left her feeling respected.  It was as if Owen was acknowledging her
choices and respecting her desire to take her time.

   Owen arched his back as the tip of his cock bumped the back of Sarah's
throat.  He nearly lost control of himself as she gagged around him, a
slight choking cough constricting her throat around the length of him.  She
pulled back to get a breath before sliding her mouth around him once more.
She worked him readily and her body responded to the submission to him.

   Whether he came or not, she would have him inside her.  She didn't want
to turn back.  She pulled her mouth from him slowly and she felt sexy not
disgusted at the sight of the strand of spit connecting her mouth to his
red and throbbing dick.

   Owen's eyes traced the contours of Sarah's body as she moved to straddle
him.  It wasn't easy to see everything because of the low light but his
hands took up the slack.  He held her breasts in his palms and the hard
tips tickled his palms as she held herself poised over him.

   The "ahhhh" was in stereo as she lowered herself directing his cock to
pierce her pussy.  She held herself still as he bottomed out within her,
her hands splayed on his well-defined pecs.

   "Wow." She breathed.  "You're much bigger than you look, and you looked
pretty big to begin with." She shifted her hips.  "That piercing takes some
getting used to." She flexed her hips again and squealed in surprise. 
"Maybe it doesn't take that long after all."

   Owen smiled and it felt good and easy.  He moved his hips and chuckled
softly as she closed her eyes and all but purred.

   "You like that?" He asked softly, that smile still in place.

   She tested her comfort, bouncing lightly on his lap.  "Oh, God!" She
moaned.  "That feels amazing." She bounced harder, the slick slapping of
their bodies filling the room mingling with their ever more labored
breathing.

   Words were abandoned as she moved above him, controlling the speed as
she drove them both toward something more.

   Owen watched her undulating atop him, her breasts bouncing as her
movements grew more frenzied.  Sarah raked her nails over his abs as the
intensity of her release skyrocketed.  A look near panic filled her eyes as
her pussy sang with sensation.  She slammed herself on him, impaling
herself as his hips shot up to meet hers.  Sarah screamed as her body
gripped him, pumping him in a rolling wave of sensation.

   Owen tried to hold back as Sarah's orgasm overwhelmed her but it was
useless.  Her gooey sex milked him and though he gritted his teeth his
release would not be denied.  He gripped her ass as the first spray of his
cum splashed against the walls of her pussy.  He felt the kicks as visceral
full-body movements; one, two, three, four, five, and six.

   They shuddered together still connected as they returned from the high.
After a few moments Sarah spoke, "No one has ever cum in me before,
either."

   "Sorry." He replied.

   "Don't be." Sarah replied rolling her hips.

   "Careful." Owen warned.

   "Sensitive?" Sarah asked with a giggle.

   "A little, but more that I don't want you starting something you can't
finish."

   Sarah rolled her hips more insistently.  "Wouldn't dream of it." Sarah
smiled up at him; a thousand watts of joy and satisfaction.

   Owen drank in the sight and felt his chest swell with pride.

   Sarah placed a kiss on his pecs before lifting her hips, feeling the
length of him slip from her with a sloppy suction.  Immediately she felt a
rush of fluid as Owen's cum flowed free.  She shivered at the sensation and
knew she wanted to feel it again.

   Lifting her body she looked between them and as she took in the sight of
his cock glistening and thickly coated with their combined juices an idea
formed.  Sarah shimmied her way down and her stomach fluttered girlishly at
every hitched breath Owen fought for as Sarah traveled lower.  He struggled
to sit up, his abs clenching as Sarah's breath brushed his well-used dick.
She looked up at Owen through her eyelashes as she opened her mouth.

   Owen's body snapped back onto the couch as Sarah's tongue swept messily
along his shaft.  The sound of her laughter made him smile even as his
breath locked in his chest.  There was something unbelievably sexy about
hearing her enjoy herself.  He clenched his hands into fists as Sarah
pulled him wholly into her mouth.

   She had expected the taste to be unpleasant but found herself enjoying
the flavor on her tongue.  She purred, actually purred as she swirled her
tongue around swallowing the sweet mix of their cum.

   Owen jacked his hips off the couch as Sarah trailed the bottom of her
tongue silky and hot from the tip to the base of his throbbing cock.  She
gagged as the blunt head poked into her throat, the metal bar uncomfortable
but not painful.  She pulled back not bothering to worry about the thick
strand of her saliva connecting her lips to his cock.  She blushed as her
pussy clenched and dripped, a hot splash of Owen's cum falling on her heel
as she sat up to catch her breath.

   Her eyes watered from the strain of trying to take his length but fire
burned in her eyes.  She wanted him in her again, now.

   "Hey!" A new voice called.  "You better share!"

   Sarah's stomach clenched like a child caught stealing a cookie from the
jar.  She turned slowly and let herself be pulled into a kiss.  Though her
eyes had adjusted it was still too dark to make out who had joined them. 
Sarah didn't care, the kiss was sweet and left her trembling.



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