Kira was the most beautiful woman I've ever known.

Her most amazing feature was her eyes:

----------------------Dark, black, like pools of Indian ink,
Deep and wonderful stories of love and mystery
Are written in the darkness of Kira's eyes.
Like a snake charmer from her ancestral land,
She mesmerizes with nothing but the piercing stare of her dark eyes. ----------------------

I was captured, hopelessly, the first time I looked into those eyes. I had just opened the door to get the morning paper and saw a girl in a blue plaid skirt fall to the ground on the sidewalk in front of my house, school books sprawling, a group of boys running away laughing. I was momentarily confused, before I realized that those boys must have tripped her.

"Are you OK?" I asked as the girl pulled herself up off the ground. Blood was already trickling from a badly skinned knee.

"I'm fine," she said, not looking up as she gathered her books. She had a foreign accent, but not what you'd immediately expect--her dark skin and other features said that she was Indian, or perhaps Iranian. But her voice sounded British.

"You skinned your knee," I said. "Let me grab a bandaid."

She looked up at me from her books, and her eyes, her dark, beautiful eyes, seared into me. I will never forget that first moment when her eyes captured me in their snare. "I'm OK," she said, her voice wavering as if she were about to cry.

"You're..." I stammered. I found, oddly, that I couldn't form a coherent sentence. My heart was strangely light. "You're bleeding" was all I eventually got out.

Her books now gathered, she stood up and looked down at her knee, then looked back up at me, her dark eyes moist as if they were beginning to tear.

"I'll..." I was still stammering. "I'll get you a... a..."

"A bandage?" she offered.

"Yeah, a bandaid."

I turned and ran into the house, thinking about nothing more than helping this beautiful girl as quickly as I could. I returned with a warm washcloth, some antibiotic ointment, and a large bandaid.

"Thanks," she said, wiping off her knee and applying some ointment while I fumbled ineptly, my fingers strangely clumsy, trying to open the bandaid.

Once she got the bandaid on, she stood on the sidewalk in front of me, hugging her books tightly, looking right at me with those mesmerizing eyes. I realized right then, staring hypnotized into her eyes, that she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen--dark skin, dark hair, dark eyes, a vision of schoolgirl beauty in her blue plaid skirt and white blouse. I realized then, without a shadow of a doubt, that I was falling in love with her.

"What..." I stammered yet again, "what happened? Did those boys trip you?"

"It's no big deal," she said, staring at me with those piercing black eyes, holding me captured in her gaze.

"Why... Why did..."

"It's no big deal. Really, it's not."

"But... Do you know who they are? I could... I could call your parents and..."

"No!" she said sharply. "Don't call my parents!" She suddenly looked like she was about to cry.

"OK, OK, don't worry, no big deal, right?"

"Right. No big deal."

"OK. Well, I hope your knee gets better."

"It'll be fine. Thanks again." She stood for a moment, just staring at me, staring into my soul. And then she turned and walked down the street. I stood, gape-mouthed no doubt, staring at the new love of my life as she walked away, her skirt swaying over what I now realized was the most beautiful bottom I'd ever seen. Then she suddenly turned and smiled and gave me a little wave. "Thanks again! Bye!"

I managed only to lift my hand in a feeble little wave.

That night, as I lay in bed, my thoughts were focused like laser beams on the dark beauty who had graced my doorstep that morning. Since my wife had left me, nearly two years earlier for some asshole from her work, I had not been with a woman. In fact, I'd sworn off women entirely. Sex, to me, consisted entirely of my hand and internet porn. I had not yet formed any sexual thoughts about the girl whose name I did not even know, other than one brief look at her beautiful bottom as she walked away. But now, I could see her eyes so perfectly in my mind, her dark, beautiful eyes, and as I brought myself to orgasm I imagined staring into those eyes, falling into them, loosing myself into them. I would stare into her eyes, and she would stare into mine, as we shared the most intimate gift we could give each other, as she opened tenderly for me and my love for her poured out of me and into her, deep into her, deep into her secret, mysterious, wonderful womanhood.

I felt like some sort of obsessed stalker the next morning as I stood inside my front door, waiting to see her before venturing out to get my morning paper. Finally I saw her walking down the street and my heart fluttered as I opened the door and stepped out.

"Oh, hi," I said to her, as casually as I could.

She smiled, knowingly I think. "Hi!" She stopped in front me, standing, hugging her books and, maybe just slightly, biting her lower lip. Her shining dark eyes were staring at me and I melted.

"So..." I stammered, "so, how's the..." I was nothing but a puddle before her, but I managed to feebly point at her leg.

"Knee?" she offered.

"Yeah, your knee..."

"It's OK. It sorta hurts." The sound of her beautiful British accent caused me to melt even more.

"You need... you need a new bandaid?"

"No, it's fine."

"Um, OK..."

She stood there, hugging her books and smiling. "Well, I should probably be going to the bus stop," she said finally.

"Yeah? You... you go to school?"

She giggled. "Yeah, you couldn't tell?"

"No, I mean... I mean, where do you go to school?"

"St. Vincent's."

"Yeah?"

She giggled again. "Yeah."

"Yeah? What grade?" I could barely even form a coherent sentence and I felt extremely stupid.

"I'm a freshman," she said.

"Oh. And... So... Do you live around here?"

She smiled at my stammering, surely aware of the effect that she was having on me. "Yeah, just down on the next block, you know the Vista flats?"

"Oh, yeah," I said.

"Well, I should probably get to the bus stop now."

"OK." She turned. "Wait... What's... What's your name?"

She turned back, still hugging her school books. "Kira," she said.

"Oh." I knew I should say more but I couldn't think of what. I was a puddle, after all.

"And? What's yours?"

"Chris."

"Chris," she said. "I like that. Bye!" She turned and walked away.

I melted into Kira's eyes again that night as I gave her the issue of my manhood for a second time.

The obsessed stalker waited inside his door again the next morning until he saw his love walking down the street.

"Oh, hi, Kira," the obsessed stalker said as nonchalantly as he could manage.

She giggled. She obviously knew that I'd been waiting for her. "Hi, Chris!" She stopped in front my walk again, hugging her books and melting me with her eyes.

She stood there, quiet, biting her lower lip, as if she were waiting for me to say something. Eventually she said, "Well, I should be getting to the bus stop."

"Kira," I said suddenly, my heart racing, "would you... would you like to get a coffee or something? I mean, like, after school, maybe?"

Her eyes narrowed, like she was wondering why a man of my age would ask her out on a date. I suddenly had the terrifying thought that I had blown it, that I had scared her off and she would never talk to me again. I was an obsessed stalker and that was obvious to her now. She finally spoke. "Um, OK."

"Cool!" My heart raced again.

"But... my family... Well, can you just meet me somewhere?"

"Sure! Where should we meet?"

"Nikki's Coffee Shop is kinda by my school, can you meet me there today at around 4?"

"Sure!"

Excited and nervous, like a damned schoolboy, I sat at Nikki's and sipped my coffee. Kira was late, and it was getting later. By a quarter after four, I'd become convinced that she'd chickened out--I could hardly blame her, why would she want to meet with an obsessed stalker? I was about ready to leave, my heart heavy with disappointment, when I heard the tinkling of the bell above the door to the coffee shop. I looked up, and the most beautiful woman in the world walked through the door, looking particularly lovely in her schoolgirl skirt and blouse.

Kira smiled sweetly when she saw me, gave a little wave, and came over to my table.

"Hi, Kira! What..." I stammered, becoming a puddle again. "Can I get you something? Want a coffee?"

She smiled sweetly. "Hi, Chris! A cocoa would be nice."

We sat across from each other, sipping our drinks, me grinning like a nervous little schoolboy on his first date, her staring at me with those damned eyes and making me melt, biting her lower lip in between sips as if she were waiting for me to say something.

"So," I finally said, "you're British?"

"Yeah," she said, grinning at the silly question. "I mean, my parents are Indian, but I was born in London."

"So what brings you to America?"

"My dad's an engineer and his company sent him here for a year."

"Only a year?"

"Yeah."

"So, do you like America?"

"Not really."

"Why not?"

"People... Well, you know, those boys? The ones that tripped me? They're really mean, because, because I'm a... well, 'cause I have dark skin or whatever."

"Not everyone in America is mean. I'm not mean."

"No, you're sweet." She smiled.

"So is there anything you like about America?" I asked. "Other than me of course," I added with a grin.

"Um, I like waterparks."

"Waterparks?"

"Yeah, I like swimming, and you have these great huge waterparks here with slides and everything. I like that. We have them in England but not like here."

"Cool. Hey! Maybe we should go to a waterpark together. You wanna do that?"

"Um..." She looked down at the table.

I felt stupid, presumptuous. "Hey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, it was totally out of line. If you don't want to, I totally understand."

"No, it's not that, it's not that I don't want to." She was still staring down at the table. "It's just, my family, I'm... They're... They're just really strict."

"I understand."

She looked up at me, her piecing eyes wet with sorrow. "I really want to go, I mean, I haven't been to a waterpark in ages and, and..." Her eyes peered into my soul. "...And I really want to go out with you."

I sat there, stunned. Did she just say she wanted to go out with me? Maybe she doesn't know what that phrase means in America? "Well..." I managed to stammer.

She reached out and put her hand on mine. It was the first time we'd touched, and it caused electricity to shoot through me. "I'm going to go to the library tomorrow to do homework. I'll be there at ten. I'll bring my swimming suit. Can you pick me up?"

"Um..." I couldn't even speak. My heart was in my throat.

She took her hand away and looked down at the table. "I understand if you do not want to."

"No, I do. I'll... I'll be at the library at ten."

She looked up at me, her dark eyes piercing into my soul again. "I'd better go," she said. She got up and rushed out the door, before I'd even had a chance to offer her a ride home.

I could hardly control my emotions that night as I stared into her eyes and made love to her. I was excited, nervous, even confused and scared, and I had to stop masturbating. I could not bring myself to orgasm, now that the possibility seemed so close, or at least closer--now that I could see the fantasy becoming a reality. I could no longer use her, not even my thoughts of her, for my own prurient sexual pleasure. I needed to show her how much I loved her, show her physically, yes, but I needed her there. My sexual needs seemed secondary, unimportant, compared to my love for her. I feel asleep dreaming of my beautiful Kira and her beautiful eyes.

I felt very self-conscious, even ridiculous, as I stood outside of the woman's changing room at the waterpark, waiting for her. What kind of fool am I? A middle-aged man, on a date with a high school freshman? It was simply ridiculous. But when she walked out of the dressing room, I melted, of course. I was a puddle again. She was wearing a modest, dark blue one-piece swimming suit with a swimming shirt on top of it. She was displaying nothing, her school uniform showed off almost as much of her body as this suit did.

"You look beautiful," I said. She smiled sweetly.

We played on the slides for an hour, then ate lunch, and then swam together in the pool, chasing each other and playing "tag." We touched each other a great deal in that pool and the electricity between us was palatable; I spent most of my time trying to conceal the fact that I had a raging hard-on.

At one point I was "it," and I had managed to back her into the corner. She lifted her legs under the water to push me away with her feet, but I was coming at her too quickly, and her feet were misplaced and too slippery, and rather than pushing me away, her feet slid around my hips. My momentum carried me into her and suddenly, unexpectedly, our bodies met in a very compromising way, the focal point of the meeting being the head of my very hard penis pushing unintentionally aggressively into her sex. Her eyes went wide, and I immediately flailed backwards to move away from her.

"Sorry!" I said.

Her eyes were still wide, but she smiled a very little bit. "That's OK," she said, with perhaps a hint of bewilderment.

Interestingly, though, she hadn't changed her position, still holding her legs up and open under the water. I moved back, in between them, reached out and touched her arm. "You're 'it.'"

"I think you already tagged me," she said with a little grin.

I moved in further, until my penis bumped against her sex again, less aggressively but more intentionally this time. She did nothing to make me stop. I pushed into her a bit harder, eased back, and pushed in again. She was biting her lower lip. I eased back and pushed in again, simulating sex with her in a crowded public pool.

"It's very hard," she said quietly.

"I'm sorry," I said. Somewhat embarrassed, I moved away, leaning up against the edge of the pool next to her.

"It's OK," she said. "I like it."

I took her hand under the water and placed it on my penis. "Not here," she said, even while she inquisitively felt my head through my swimming trunks.

"Let's go to my house," I whispered.

She nodded.

"Let's not change, let's just go, we can wear our suits." She nodded again, fully understanding my impatience.

It was an antagonizingly long drive home. I put my hand on her leg, she put her hand on top of mine, we made small talk about how nice the waterpark was. She was noticeably nervous, and I suppose I was as well. But finally I pulled into my garage.

We sat down on the bench on my patio; my back yard is surrounded by a large wooden fence, so we had privacy. "Can I get you anything?" I asked her, "Something to drink?"

"I'm OK," she said.

I smiled at her and she smiled meekly back. I leaned into her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She turned, and we kissed on the lips. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and we kissed for a very long time. Eventually I pulled back. "You're a very good kisser," I said.

She smiled meekly again. "I've... I've never... That was my first kiss."

"Well, you're a natural."

I put my arm around her, then kissed her again, and while we kissed, I moved my hand up her ribs until I was touching her breast. Then I reached out and took her hand. "Is it OK?" I said, as I put her hand back on my penis. She nodded, then very cautiously explored just the head of my cock through my swimming trunks. I reached down and untied the draw string, then took her hand and slid it down inside my trunks. She delicately wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

"It's so hard," she said quietly. "It's so big."

"You have very beautiful breasts, Kira," I whispered to her as I continued to fondle her. She smiled nervously. "I'd like to see them. Will you show them to me? I mean, if we go inside?" She nodded, just barely.

I sat down on the couch, and she stood in front of me and I pulled her swimming shirt off of her. Then, biting her lower lip, she slipped an arm out of her suit, then the other arm. Then she slowly, antagonizingly slowly, pulled the suit down until her breasts were revealed. They were small, but plump and wonderfully round nonetheless; dark-skinned but lighter than I had expected, and topped with large brown nipples that stood up prominently, a thick, dark, erect teat in the center of each. They were truly the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen and I fell instantly and madly in love with them.

I reached up and cradled her breasts in my hands. They were soft and warm and womanly and wonderful. "Oh, Kira," I said, "they are even more beautiful than I ever imagined!"

Without even any prodding from me, she climbed onto my lap, straddling me, my hard cock pushing against her sex, her breasts right in my face. I squeezed them together and put my face in between them, feeling their softness and warmth against my cheeks. She began to rub herself against my cock, and I moved my face to the side, like a child seeking his mother's nipple, finally feeling the thicker flesh of her aureole, then finding her erect teat and wrapping my lips around it, suckling. I heard her let out a little, breathy, high-pitched moan, and she put her hand on the back of my head, cradling me to her bosom. I was in heaven. This was the most exquisite sexual moment of my life.

Acting on instinct and adrenaline, I started pulling her swimsuit further down; when it was at her waist I slipped a hand down her belly and under it. As my fingers found her pubic hair, she tenderly put her hand on top of mine.

"Wait," she said. "We should... We shouldn't go any further."

Involuntarily giving a heavy sigh, I pulled my hand out of her suit.

"I'm sorry," she said. "It's not that I don't want to... I really do... It's just..."

"I understand."

"It's just, I'm really scared."

"I'll be gentle, I promise. I won't do anything you don't want to do."

"I know, it's not that, it's just, my family..." She pulled her swimming suit up, covering her beautiful breasts. "I'm... We're... They're Muslim. They would kill me if..."

She climbed off my lap and sat next to me on the couch. A tear rolled down her cheek. "Are you angry with me? Do you hate me now?"

"Of course not, Kira. I... I love you."

She smiled sweetly while another tear rolled down her cheek. "You're really not mad? Even though I'm Muslim?"

"No! Of course not, sweetheart!"

"It's just... I know lots of people in America don't like Muslims. Those boys, that's... that's why they tripped me."

"Goddamn them. I wish I could... I'd whip them senseless if I could."

She gave me a weak smile and brushed the tear off her cheek. "So... Now that you know my secret, what's your secret?"

"I don't have any secrets."

"You must."

"Well, it's not much of a secret, but I was... I've been married, before. I have an ex-wife."

"Really? What happened? Why is it over?"

"She ran off with another man, two years ago."

"No way! How could she do that to you? You're so sweet!" She reached over and put her hand on mine.

"After that, I swore off women. I haven't touched a woman, haven't been on a date or anything, since then. Until you of course." I smiled at her.

She lifted my hand and pulled it towards her. "You can touch me," she said, holding my hand to her breast. I gave it a gentle squeeze. "So you haven't had sex in two years?" she asked.

"No," I said.

"I..." She paused and bit her lower lip. "I want you to have sex with me."

"Kira..."

She sat up and began slipping her swimming suit off her shoulders. "Chris," she said, "I.. I love you, and... Please... Please let me do this for you." She pulled her swimming suit off her bottom, and was naked.

"I... I would be honored..." I could hardly speak, the words being caught in my constricted throat.

"Tell me what to do," she said.

I pulled my shirt over my head, then slipped my swimming trunks off, and I was naked as well, we were naked together. I put my hands on her shoulders and gently guided her down to the couch, then climbed onto her. She instinctively spread her legs open. I reached down and directed my cock to her sex.

"Kira, are you sure?"

She was biting her lower lip and looking at me with those dark, beautiful, soul-searching eyes. "Yes," she said quietly.

My cockhead found his mark and pushed into her vagina. She closed her eyes and winced.

"I'm sorry," I said, easing the pressure. "Does it hurt?"

"Don't stop," she said, "it's OK."

Gripping the base of my cock, I pushed harder into her. She made a high-pitched sound, her eyes still closed tightly.

"I don't want to hurt you," I said.

She opened those dark eyes and peered deep into my soul and I melted. "Please?" was all she said.

I pushed into her again, very hard. She was warm, and wet; her maidenhead gave up its resistance, reluctantly allowing me into her.

I pulled back and pushed in again, deeper this time, the warm and luxurious folds of her vaginal lips sliding half-way down my cock; back, and in again, this time to the hilt, her lips now giving the base of my cock, and my scrotum, a warm, wet, womanly kiss.

"Oh, Kira," I said softly as I pulled back and pushed in again. Her vagina was, amazingly, sopping wet and wide open and I pushed all the way in, even further than before, and her wetness flowed out of her, bathing my aching testicles with her love. "Oh, Kira," I said again as I pulled back and plunged into her hot vagina, "I love you so much!" I began making love to her and my cock was on fire, overwhelmed by the heavenly feeling of the full length of her warm, wet, womanly sex.

She wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me to her. "I love you too Chris, I'm totally in love with you." She was staring right at me and I was staring into her eyes and I melted once again. I was a puddle in her arms. I fell into her eyes, hopelessly and completely lost.

I wanted this moment to last forever. But my balls had been aching for hours now, and I hadn't been in a pussy for so long, and like some inexperienced and overanxious schoolboy, I suddenly and, completely unexpectedly, started orgasming. I hadn't intended to ejaculate inside her, but it happened so quickly, without any warning; "Oh, Kira!" I said, "Oh, God, I love you!" hardly even aware of what was happening and then suddenly, as I fell even further into her dark eyes, my semen flowed out of me, an unbelievably huge, long, glorious stream, filling Kira with my love. I pulled back and slammed into her now completely soaked and wide-open womanhood and came again, a somewhat smaller but still long and glorious stream. Over and over I pulled back and slammed in while I orgasmed, completely draining myself into her.

When I had finished, she kept her arms and her legs wrapped around me, holding me tightly to her, while I panted to catch my breath. We stayed like that for several minutes, wordlessly holding each other tightly, still intimately connected, while my wholly satisfied penis slowly and happily deflated inside her warm vagina until he was small enough that he slipped out of her.

Eventually I lifted myself above her and kissed her. "I'm sorry, Kira," I said, "I didn't mean to ejaculate inside you, it just happened so quickly."

She gave me a somewhat worried smile. "It's OK," she said.

We laid there and kissed for quite a while, until I finally climbed off of her and sat next to her on the couch. She got up and lay her head on my lap, looking up at me and smiling, then looking at my penis, right in front of her face.

"He's cute when he's small," she said, reaching out and lifting my flaccid shaft, looking closely at him, then at my balls.

"Is it OK... Would it be OK if I touch your testicles?"

"Of course!"

"I just thought, I thought it hurt if you touched them." She delicately put her fingers on them.

"No, it doesn't hurt, it feels nice."

She gently, inquisitively, explored my balls. "They're soft," she said, staring at them. I could feel her warm breath on them. "And hairy."

"If you want, you could kiss them."

She looked up at me, her dark eyes narrow, her nose crinkled. "Is that what you want? You want me to kiss them?"

"Yeah!"

She leaned in and gave my balls a sweet little kiss. She moved her head back away from them, but only an inch or two. "That's really dirty!" she said.

"Well, that means you're dirty, 'cause you just did it!"

She looked up at me, smiling. "You think I'm dirty?"

"You're my dirty little girl, aren't you?"

She giggled. "I guess I am."

"Now, kiss my head."

"This part?" she asked, touching my glans.

"Yeah."

She lifted herself up a bit and kissed my head. I was still flaccid, but I could feel the muscle beginning to swell.

"Now open your mouth. Put it in your mouth." I could feel myself rapidly hardening now as her silky lips wrapped around my head. She sucked my head for a moment, then pulled away.

"You're getting big again," she said, looking at my hardening cock.

"If you put it back in your mouth again, it'll get even bigger."

She grinned up at me. "You want me to give you a blowjob?"

I grinned at her, a bit surprised that she knew the word. "Yeah, just a little bit."

She took my head back in her warm silky mouth, and two seconds later I was rock hard again. She pulled away and looked up at me. "Would you want to... to do it again? I mean, have sex again?"

"Yeah? You want to fuck again?"

She smiled, embarrassed. "Yeah... Would you... What if I was on, you know, on my hands and knees?"

"You want to do it 'doggie-style?'"

She grinned, and even though her skin is dark, I could see her cheeks blush. "Yeah, 'doggie-style.'"

I grinned at her. "Kira! You _are_ dirty!"

"Don't tease me!" she said.

"I'm sorry."

"It's just... Ever since I first saw... you know, on the internet or whatever, girls doing that, I've always wanted to. It just looks so..." she grinned at me, "so dirty."

I grinned back at her. "No comment from me on that one!"

"You're teasing me again!"

"I can't help it!"

I stood up and took a cushion off the couch and put it on the floor. "Here, kneel on this and..." She was already down on her knees on the cushion and bending over, her beautiful bottom up in the air.

I took my rightful position behind her. "You have a beautiful ass, Kira," I said, putting my hands on her brown, creamy cheeks. Then I slid one hand between them and gently moved my fingers down until I was touching her anus, just very lightly circling her pink, puckered sphincter. Only now did I look lower, to her vagina, her beautiful, lovely, womanly vagina.

She had fairly large inner labia, dark brown folds spilling provocatively out of her. I slid my finger down into them, feeling their warmth, their softness, their wetness. "You have a beautiful pussy, Kira," I said. "Can I kiss her?" She nodded, just barely. I leaned down and pressed my lips against her sex and gave it a little kiss, pulling back slightly and feeling her wetness on my lips, then kissing her again and pushing my tongue into her.

Her taste was strong, given that she had just had sex a few minutes earlier, but thrilling for me, and I licked her several times, running my tongue along the length of her labia, tasting her, loosing myself in the sharp, salty flavor of her sex. Then I pulled away and took ahold of her hips.

"What do you want me to do, Kira?"

"I want you to fuck me," she said very quietly, her voice cracking.

"How do you want me to fuck you?"

"Fuck me 'doggie style.'"

I wetted my fingers with spit and rubbed it over my cockhead, spreading her vagina open with my other hand, and for the first time I saw inside her; her flesh was light pink, in striking contrast to her dark labia, and glistening with wetness. Then I pushed my head into her vaginal canal.

With only my head inside her, I took my hand away from her vagina, and her labia wrapped around my head, enveloping it in their soft wetness. I pulled back, and I had a wonderful view of her lips stretching to hold me inside her, then I pushed in, just slightly, letting her lips enfold my head inside them again. I pulled back and pushed in just slightly again, then back and in slightly again, only my head going inside her, watching the beautiful sight of her womanly lips giving me head, sliding wetly over the ridge of my cockhead as I pulled back, then, as I pushed in slightly again, enveloping my head in a heavenly, warm, wet, comforting kiss.

I let her pussy give me head for quite a while before I finally pushed further in, slowly, watching my cock disappear into her. Encountering no resistance, only wetness and openness deep inside her, I continued until I reached my full length, my head pushing into the warm and spongy flesh of her cervix, her lips wrapping the base of my cock in their loving kiss, my balls nestled against her and tickled by her soft pubic hair.

I kept myself deep inside her. She is mine now. I own her. I have taken possession of her, physically, deep inside her sexual organs. I am impaling her with my flesh. We are one, she is mine and I am hers. I will fuck her, I will love her and she will love me, forever and ever.

Slowly, I pulled back, watching her lips stretch as they reluctantly allowed me to leave. My cock out of her entirely now, just the tip of my head still in her folds, my shaft glistened with her wetness and shined red with his own sexual desire.

I pushed into her again, still slowly but faster than the first time, then back, then in again, and I began fucking her, holding her hips tightly to keep her in place. My cock was burning, her pussy was hot and wet and open. No overanxious schoolboy now, I was a man, I was in charge, she was my whore and I could fuck her forever. Kira, my whore. My beautiful fourteen year old whore.

I set a steady pace, using the full breadth of my experience to my advantage, a pace that would eventually bring me to orgasm but not any time soon. Her pussy was hot and wet, but now I realized how tight it was as well; each time I burrowed into her, she closed around me, gripping me. I watched as her lips slipped wetly up my cock as I pulled back, then disappeared into her as I pushed back in until I was all the way inside her and her wetness flowed out into my pubic hair and onto my ballsack. My balls were hanging low now, swinging free in prime form, thumping up against her pubic hair when I pushed into her, then swinging back happily, then thumping against her again, sticky and satisfied, giving her a constant reminder, beat after steady beat, that I am the man in this relationship, that I dominate her, that I have the balls and that her job is to submit to their needs and keep them satisfied.

Eventually I stopped, my cock buried all the way inside her, my balls nestled into her pubic hair, and I leaned over and kissed her naked back, then reached a hand around and fondled her soft breasts. "You're so beautiful, Kira," I whispered, "I love you."

My weight on top of her caused her to collapse, still on her knees but in a sort of crouch now, her face and her chest pushed into the floor, her bottom up in the air. I was ready to orgasm now; I could stop, I could pull out, but I figured that I'd already filled the poor girl up with pretty much everything I had and whatever was left would be minor by comparison. So I rewarded myself with another orgasm inside her hot little cunt. I started fucking her very hard, slamming in and out, my balls tight now in anticipation. It only took a few dozen strokes and I came, an ineffectual amount of semen but a glorious explosion of sexual energy. She moaned, in pleasure or pain or perhaps both, I do not know, as I orgasmed inside her.

The next day I bought three things: A pack of condoms--I hadn't bought condoms in 20 years, but I had a feeling I was going to need them; a small box of fancy chocolates, which I gave to Kira on Monday when I met her on her way to the bus; and a gold necklace with a diamond-studded heart pendant, which I saved to give to her the next time we were alone.

"It's so beautiful!" she said, beaming, her dark eyes shining, as she took the necklace out of the box and put it around her neck. "I love it!" She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big kiss, causing me to fall back into the corner of the couch. Then she sat up, biting her lower lip, and started unbuttoning my pants. "I want to say 'thank you' in a special way."

I helped her take my pants and underwear off, then she leaned over me. I could feel her warm breath caressing my head as she lifted my shaft and lowered her mouth onto it. And then, with the glorious feeling of her warm, silky tongue on the bottom of my head and her lips wrapped around me, she started moving her head, up and down, letting the ridge of my head pass in and out of her lips, sliding the bottom of my head along her wet, wonderful tongue. She wrapped her cool fingers around my shaft and started gently jacking me.

After a while, she tried to take me a little deeper; I could feel her warm lips sliding further down my shaft, my head pressing into the back of her mouth. She pulled back and went down again, trying to take me even deeper, opening her mouth wide. Then she sat back, wiped spit from her mouth, and gave me a big smile.

"Did you like that?"

"Yeah, that was spectacular."

"I... I sorta looked up what to do on the internet."

"Yeah?"

She bit her lower lip. "Yeah, I been thinking about doing that for you all week. I can do it some more, if you want. You can... You can come if you want. Or..."

I reached out and started pulling her shirt off, and then she undid her bra and took it off, too, and her beautiful brown breasts were bare again. The she sat up on her knees and took her pants and panties off and climbed onto me, reaching down and directing my cock into her. She was sopping wet again--this seems to be a thing with this girl--and as she sat down on me, my cock slid all the way into her.

"Oh my god," she whispered, her eyes closed. "Oh my god, you're so big!" She lifted herself up, then thumped back down inexpertly. She grinned, then leaned over me, staring at me with her dark, mysterious eyes, entrapping me, her new necklace hanging down, her beautiful round breasts hanging down behind it. Then she started fucking me, sliding back and forth, her pussy as hot and wet and glorious as I remembered it to be, her sweet little breasts swinging wonderfully above me.

She was obviously hungry for sex and was fucking me quite aggressively, sliding back and forth very quickly. I reached up and grabbed her breasts, her warm, soft breasts, squeezing them together.

"You better be careful," I said. "You're gonna make me come."

"I want you to come."

"Maybe we should put a condom on."

"I don't want to stop, I want you to come. I don't care if I get pregnant."

What's a guy supposed to do with that? I did the only thing I could do: I lay back and let her work her magic.

She had slowed down a bit, but remarkably had gotten even wetter after talking about my come; each time she slid down my cock, her warm pussy accepting my cock into her, I could feel her wetness flow out of her, soaking my balls. She started kissing me, her tongue all the way in my mouth. Then she lifted her head slightly and stopped, my cock all the way inside, her lips wrapped wonderfully around the base of my cock and kissing my balls.

"So, you have a condom?" she asked.

"Yeah, I got some a couple days ago."

"Maybe, maybe we should use one?"

"Yeah. Or... I could finish in your mouth."

She grinned, her dark eyes twinkling. "Is that what you want? You want to finish in my mouth?"

"Yeah!" I grinned back at her.

"I don't want to stop, though. It feels so good to have your... your penis inside me."

"You don't have to stop. I'll tell you when it's time."

"OK." She started sliding back and forth again. I squeezed her breasts together and put my face in between them. I moved my face back and forth, rubbing my cheeks against her soft, warm skin. She reached an arm around and cradled my head to her bosom, holding herself above me with the other arm. This was more than I could take, I could feel my orgasm about to begin. "We'd better stop, Kira," I said.

She climbed off of me. "What should I do?" she asked.

"Why don't you get on the floor, on your knees?"

She knelt on the floor as I climbed off the couch. My cock was very hard, very erect, even bending upward, and glistening with her wetness. My pubic hair was matted with her wetness. As I moved in towards her face, she dutifully opened her mouth, her dark eyes, pools of blackness, looking up at me. I couldn't believe I was going to get to come in this beautiful girl's mouth. The very thought of it brought me to the brink of orgasm.

I slid my head into her wide-open mouth and she grimaced and I realized she was tasting her pussy on my cock. If she thinks this tastes bad, I couldn't help thinking, wait until she gets a mouthful of semen.

She wrapped her lips around my head and just looked up at me with those dark, glorious eyes. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and starting to jack.

She didn't have to wait very long. I was already on the edge, and a couple dozen swift hard pumps on my cock was all it took. I reached my free hand around to the back of her head to hold her in place, and as the first shot barreled down my cock, she was looking up at me with those dark eyes, those dark, doe eyes, and I fell into them, hopelessly lost in her magical eyes as I orgasmed inside her mouth.

Like the first time we had sex, the week before, my first shot was a monster. She'd primed the pump well, and I may have been lost in her magical eyes, but my cock was clearly focused on his goal and on fire with sexual energy, and my semen streamed out of me for what seemed like an eternity. The poor girl had no chance, not knowing what to expect and being presented, so suddenly, with such a large amount of semen firing with so much force down her throat. She pulled back, and even my strong hand on the back of her head couldn't keep her in place, and the next shot, still quite large, fired over her chin and mouth, into her nostril and onto her cheek and her eye. Now I was able to pull her back into place--perhaps she realized she was better off getting in her mouth than the alternative--and, though she was starting to cough, I managed to hold her steady while I finished.

I stepped back, and she leaned over and cupped a hand to her mouth and retched several times. Then she looked up at me, one eye squinting from a big glob of semen on it.

"Sorry," she said as she lifted her other hand and wiped the semen from her eye, "I know you're supposed to swallow, I just... I didn't know there would be so much!"

"Yeah, me neither."

She smiled up at me. "I guess your such a man, you just produce a lot of sperm!" Then she looked down at her cupped hand, and, to my amazement, lifted the hand to her mouth and licked it. She grimaced as she swallowed.

"I like it!" she said as she smiled up at me.

"Really?" I'm sure I sounded incredulous--I've never had a woman tell me she likes the taste of my semen before.

She licked her hand again, grimaced, and swallowed. "Yeah, I mean, it doesn't taste very good, but it's your sperm, and I like it!"

I took her out to lunch at a cute little place a long ways from our neighborhood, so we wouldn't run into anyone we knew. Then we went back to my house, and we made love on my bed for the first time.

She lay down on my bed, naked, and spread her legs wide like a little slut, while I hurriedly rolled a condom on. Then I mounted her. Like always, she was sopping wet, and I was in balls-deep without any resistance at all. Obviously I would have preferred to have been bare inside her, and while her wetness was not in contact with my skin, I was happily surprised at how well her warmth penetrated the latex, and within a couple of good solid strokes I could feel her labia kissing my balls and soaking them like they love to do. Oh my god, I do love fucking wet little Kira!

"So," I said, setting a good pace, "how do you like doing it with a condom on?"

"It feels great," she said weakly, "you feel so big!"

"Glad you like it."

Perhaps she could sense some disappointment in my words. "How about you? How do you like it?"

"It's OK. It's just, your pussy is so wet, and I can't feel the wetness on my skin."

"Oh. You can take it off if you want to," she said.

"It's OK. The best part of how wet you are is how it gets my balls all wet, and I still get that with a condom on."

"Your balls get wet?"

"Yeah. Your pussy is so wet, it just flows out and down onto my balls."

"You're embarrassing me!"

"You shouldn't be embarrassed, it's a good thing. Your pussy obviously enjoys sex!"

She grinned. "Yeah!" She wrapped her legs around me.

"She's my little slut, isn't she?"

"Is that what you want?" She grinned again. "You want my pussy to be your little slut?"

"Yeah!"

She wrapped her arms around me now, holding me close to her, and whispered in my ear, "I'm your little slut, I'll put out for you whenever you want."

This was more than I could take, and rather unexpectantly, I felt my orgasm starting. I slammed hard into her while I came, and then she held me tight while I caught my breath.

She watched while I rolled the condom off my rapidly deflating cock, then I lay down next to her and she moved down so that her face was in front of my penis.

"The poor guy didn't get wet, huh?" she said, looking up at me with her beautiful dark eyes. "Maybe, would it help, if I got him wet now with my mouth?"

"It would help a little," I said, smiling.

I was small enough now for the entire thing to fit in her mouth and she took it all, her chin against my balls, and sucked on it once. Then she pulled away. "It tastes funny," she said.

"That's probably the latex."

She took it all in her mouth again and sucked on it again. My poor guy was too spent to get hard again but it felt wonderful, warm and soft and sexy, and she just lay there and sucked on me for quite a while.

Kira's family went back to England two months later. She and I made love as often as we could before she left--though not nearly often enough, in my opinion. She particularly liked to have my cock in her mouth, looking up at me with her dark, doe eyes as she took me as deep as she could. We usually fucked bare until I couldn't last another second, and then she took it in her mouth. She got very good at taking it all in her mouth, and she always swallowed.

She called me a few times from London--she told her parents that she was calling a friend from her old school--but we lost touch after that; I wasn't willing to send her letters or emails, given the delicacy of our relationship. She had opened my eyes to the wonder of women again, and I started dating, and a couple years later I married a wonderful woman. We had an open relationship and I told her about my love affair with Kira and she wasn't judgmental about it at all, said she remembered what it was like to be a horny fourteen year old and didn't think there was anything wrong with our relationship since it was fully consensual.

Three years after Kira had left, I got a phone call one evening. I heard a beautiful voice on the other end of the line.

"Hi, Chris, it's Kira!"

"Hi, Kira!"

"So, I'm in town for a little while with my aunt--do you think we could be able to get together?"

"I'd love to see you, Kira! I should tell you, though, that I've remarried now."

"Oh." There was silence on the line for a little while. "Congratulations," she said.

We set up a time to get together for coffee. I told my wife that Kira had called and I'd set up a coffee "date."

"You should come along," I told her.

"No way, I'd just be a third wheel," she said.

"I told her I was married. She'll probably want to meet you and wonder why you aren't along."

"You told her you're married?" She smiled at me. "That was silly. If you hadn't told her, you could have got some teenage pussy."

"I'm sure she doesn't have anything like that in mind."

"Are you kidding? She's seventeen now, if she was as horny as you described when she was fourteen, I guarantee you she's even hornier now."

"Well, even so, I'd never cheat on you."

She smiled sweetly. "I feel sorry for the poor girl. I bet she hasn't had any dick since the last time you fucked her. She's probably desperate." She looked at me, a little cock-eyed expression. "And I bet you'd like to get some teenage pussy, too, wouldn't you?"

"Dear, you give me everything I need."

She laughed. "I do not! You have an insatiable sexual appetite!" She put her hand on mine. "Look, it's OK with me. The girl's gonna want some, and that's OK with me. I think it's kinda sexy that a teenage girl wants my husband's cock. You should make her happy, give her what she wants. It's for her, not for you--I'm grateful to her for being there for you when you needed her, so consider it my way of saying thanks to her."

"Well..."

She grinned. "I knew you wanted it. I understand. Don't worry, I'll only be a little jealous. You'll just have to be really really nice to me for a while!"

Kira was even more beautiful now, if it is actually possible, than when we first met. She had grown into a wonderful woman, tall and thin and, how shall I put it, large-featured. The girl could definitely be a model. And her eyes--her eyes were still as piercing and soul-searching as they had ever been and I fell into them the instant I saw her. I was in love with her beautiful eyes again.

"So, you're married?" she asked as we sipped our coffee.

"Yeah, she's a wonderful woman, I know you'd like her."

She gave a little smile, perhaps a little forced. "That's nice."

"Kira, I..."

She smiled again. "I'm happy for you. I..." She looked down at the table. "I have to admit I was a little... disappointed... at first, but I'm happy for you."

"Kira, I would have waited forever for you, if, if I'd known you wanted me to."

She just looked up at me and gave me a sweet little smile.

"How about you? Do you have any special person in your life?"

She looked down at the table. "No... My family... You know. You're the only guy I've ever..."

I put my hand on hers. "Kira..." I said, I was feeling guilty, like I'd disappointed the love of my life, and I didn't know what else to say.

She withdrew her hand. "I should probably just go." I could see tears welling in her eyes. "This was a bad idea."

"No, Kira, stay! I'm so sorry, I've disappointed you. I'm sorry."

"You don't have anything to apologize for, Chris," she said, sweetly putting her hand back on mine for a moment. "It's me, I should apologize, I feel so stupid."

"No, Kira, don't feel stupid. Look, let's talk about something else. So why are you back in town?"

She smiled a little. "I got accepted to the University, and my aunt and I are looking for a place for me to stay."

"Really?" My mind wheeled suddenly. "Congratulations!" I couldn't help but feel regret now, lots of regret. I love my wife dearly, but if I'd known that Kira would be coming back, unchaperoned this time...

"Thanks," she said.

"Look," I said, sitting back, a crazy idea forming in my mind, "We have a spare room, I mean, it's like a whole apartment on the top floor, and Jennifer and I have been talking about getting a boarder. You should stay with us! It's only a couple miles to the University and there's a bus..."

"No, I could never do that. Your wife..."

"She'd be totally cool with it. She--I told her all about you and she practically knows you now and..."

"You told her all about me?"

"Yeah, of course. She thinks you sound sweet and she said, she said she's grateful to you for, you know, for being there for me. Look, why don't we go over to my house and I'll show you the place, I don't think you ever went up there before."

"OK!" She actually sounded a bit interested!

Back at my house, she asked where my wife was.

"She's not home right now," I said. "She..." I thought for a brief moment about telling Kira that Jennifer left so that we could be alone if we wanted to. But I decided not to. "She's out all day," I said instead.

"Oh," Kira said. I distinctly saw her bite her lower lip, like she used to do. I felt a knowing swelling in my groin.

I took her up to the little apartment on the top floor. "It's furnished, and it has a little kitchenette, and you can enter up the back staircase. It's not big, I know, just the one room..."

"I love it!" she said, sitting down on the bed and looking out the dormer window.

I walked over to her and put my hands on her cheeks. "Kira," I said, "you're more beautiful than I even remember." She smiled up at me. "I wish... If I'd only known, I wouldn't have..."

She reached her arms out and wrapped them around me and pulled me towards her and a second later she was laying on the bed and I was on top of her and we were kissing, her warm tongue venturing in my mouth, her legs open and then wrapped around me in a wonderful embrace.

Without a word, she pulled her pants off, I pulled mine off, and I mounted her. "Oh, Kira," I said as I felt the warmth and wetness--the wonderful, womanly, wetness--of her pussy once again.

I fell into her dark eyes again, lost, hopelessly lost, and I was a schoolboy again, an overanxious schoolboy, and I suddenly started coming. "Oh, god, Kira, I'm coming!"

She wrapped her naked legs around me. "Come!" she said. "Come inside me!" Her pussy was gushing with wetness, soaking my balls again, and I came, I fired shot after shot of semen into her young body.

She held me tight on top of her. "That was quick," she said, smiling at me.

"Yeah, sorry."

"That's OK, I liked it."

We put our pants back on and I straightened out the bed. "We shouldn't have done that," Kira said. "You're wife..."

"Interestingly, she's actually OK with it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, she told me... She figured we'd want to have sex, and she said it was OK. She said she was grateful to you, because you were there for me when I needed you, and... And she's OK with it."

Kira smiled sweetly. "She seems like a nice person."

I told Kira to tell her aunt that she'd found a nice place in a nice neighborhood--her old neighborhood. When I mentioned the plan to my wife, she was surprisingly enthusiastic about it.

"Seems like a good plan, we need the money, that's for sure," she said.

"Yeah."

"So did you guys... You know..."

"Um..."

"You did!" She punched me in the arm.

"Well, I just couldn't help myself, it happened so quick..."

She punched me again. "Now you have to be super nice to me."

"I'll buy you flowers every day for a week," I said, smiling guiltily at her.

"So, when Kira moves in here, are you planning on..."

"I won't touch her, I promise."

She punched me a third time. "You're a liar. You're gonna fuck her every chance you get!"

"No, I promise..."

"Look," she said, looking at me seriously, "don't make promises you won't keep. I'm OK with it. Like I said before, you have an insatiable sexual appetite, I could definitely use some assistance in that department. All I ask is that you don't ignore me entirely, just because you have a little hussy upstairs, OK?"

"OK, I promise. That's a promise I will keep, OK? Besides, I don't know what Kira has in mind anyway."

She smiled knowingly at me. "She's a horny teenager who wants your cock. I know what she has in mind."

The next day, Kira and her aunt came over. Her aunt gave the apartment, as well as my wife and I, a rather thorough inspection, then negotiated a good price for her sister's family, and we shook on the deal.

"The first term at the University begins in August," she said in her thick Indian accent, "but Kira has told me she wants to move here as soon as she can so that she can get a job for the summer. Are you OK with that?"

"Yes, certainly," I responded.

"OK, then," her aunt said. "Kira will finish her term in London and then come here in June."

"Excellent."

"Would you and Kira like to stay for dinner tonight?" my wife asked.

"Unfortunately," the aunt replied, "I am engaged with a friend tonight. But," she said, turning to Kira, "you should feel free to stay if you'd like."

"I can give her a ride back to your hotel," I said.

"Or," Kira ventured, timidly, "I could spend the night in my new apartment."

"It's not yours until June," her aunt said.

"It would be fine with us," my wife said. "I think I have a toothbrush she can borrow." I'll have to remember to get the fine lady some very nice flowers!

"OK, then, I can pick you up tomorrow morning. Our plane leaves at 3 PM and you will need to pack."

Dinner was an interesting affair. My wife was very sweet to Kira, asked her many questions about school and London, about her plans at the University. I couldn't help noticing that they got along very well. After dinner, they were doing the dishes together while I checked email, and my wife had a chance for a private conversation with her, even though I could overhear it if I strained my ears.

"Kira, I just want to let you know that I know about your relationship with Chris."

"Yes," I heard Kira say demurely, "he told me that he told you about... about us."

"He's a very honest man."

"Yes."

"Now, I don't want you to be uncomfortable or anything. I want you to be totally comfortable here, in our home--your home, too. I just want to make sure you understand that you have no obligation towards him. You can tell him at any time that you want him to leave you alone, and he will. I will make sure of it. OK?"

"OK..." Kira seemed a little confused, or maybe a little uncomfortable.

"On the other hand," my wife continued, "if you... if you want to continue your relationship with him, I want you to understand that I am OK with that, OK?"

"OK..." Still confused, or uncomfortable.

"Listen, I know it's strange, for a woman to tell you that it's OK for you to sleep with her husband. But I know he still loves you, very much. He's basically told me that before. And he has--maybe you already know this about him--he has an insatiable sexual appetite..." She laughed, and I heard Kira laugh as well.

"...and I am a middle-aged woman," she continued. "I can't keep up with him. I do my best, and he is appreciative, but... It wouldn't be a bad thing, if... Well, let's just say, if I could get a little more sleep sometimes!" They both laughed.

"I understand," Kira said, sounding less uncomfortable now.

"I'm sure he'll want to sleep with you tonight. You can tell him no. Remember, a woman always has the right to say no, whenever she wants."

"I understand."

"But if you want to sleep with him, or if you are willing, then it's OK with me. OK?"

"OK."

"And always remember, Kira, that I'm here for you. Anything you need, any time you want to talk, about Chris or anything else, I'm here for you. I want you to be happy in my home, in our home."

"Thank you, Mrs. Henderson," Kira said.

Jennifer laughed. "Please call me Jennifer, Kira!"

"OK, Jennifer!"

We watched a movie, but before it was over, my wife yawned and announced that she was ready for bed. I had a feeling she wanted to give Kira and I the chance to be alone together. Got to get that woman some extra, extra nice flowers. Maybe some jewelry, too!

When we were alone, I put my arm around Kira.

"Your wife and I had a very interesting conversation during clean-up," Kira said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. She said it was OK, if you wanted to sleep with me tonight."

"Yeah?"

"So... Do you want to?"

"Yes!"

Kira sat on the edge of the bed, her bed now, and reached her arms out to me. I stepped towards her and she reached down and began unbuttoning my pants. Soon they were at my ankles and Kira leaned over and took my cock in her mouth. She gave my head a solid suck, then pulled back.

"It's been so long since I've had your penis in my mouth," she said. Then she slid down off the bed, onto her knees, and took my cock into her warm, silky mouth again.

The girl was an expert, a little blow-job princess, sucking and jacking and playing with my balls. My wife does not like giving me head very much--she'll do it occasionally, if I ask really nice--but I'd definitely missed Kira's wonderful mouth a great deal. There's something exquisite about having your cock in a girl's mouth, especially a skilled mouth; the way the warm, soft tongue glides along the bottom of your head, the way the lips pass over the ridge of the head, the way the spit slides down your shaft.

Kira pulled back, letting my head out of her mouth, then lifted my shaft and crouched down underneath me and kissed my balls. Then, to my incredible delight, she opened her mouth wide and took my ball sack into it. She sucked one ball in, running her tongue over it as she did, then moved to the other ball, sucking it in. Then she opened very wide and sucked both balls into her mouth.

She moved back, letting my balls out of her mouth, wiped spit from her chin, and looked up at me, her dark eyes twinkling. "Did you like that?"

"Yeah!" She'd never sucked my balls before, this was new.

"I... I saw it, I saw a girl do that on the internet, and all I could think was how much I wanted to do it to you."

She looked down at my cock, opened her mouth very wide, and slid it down my cock, as deep as she could get it in, deeper than she ever had before, her warm lips sliding half way or more down my shaft, my head burrowing into her throat. She pulled back, letting me out, a string of spit leading from her mouth to my head.

She looked up at me. "I wish I could get your whole penis in my mouth. I wish I could get everything, your testicles, everything. I want it all in my mouth."

"It feels wonderful, Kira."

She bit her lower lip. "Will you come in my mouth? I want you to. I want you to come in my mouth."

She didn't wait for an answer--I'm sure she knew what the answer would be--she just took my head back in her mouth, wrapped her fingers around my shaft, and started bobbing up and down, her hand sliding on my spit-lubricated cock in perfect rhythm with her mouth. She reached up with her other hand and cupped my balls.

It did not take long for the girl to milk me, she certainly knew what she was doing. It was hard to believe that the only cock she'd practiced on was mine. In less than a minute of her warm, luxuriously warm and soft mouth on my head, and I felt myself begin to boil over. She looked up at me, apparently fully aware that I was about to come, and her dark eyes peered into my soul and I fell into them again, swirling in the dark, inky pools of her eyes, lost, hopelessly lost, as the first big stream of come flowed out of me. She scrunched her nose as my semen hit the back of her mouth, but she kept her eyes wide and focused right on me and took it all, took the next shot, and the next, until I was finished, her eyes still piercing into my soul. She kept my head in her when I was done, sucking it, sucking out every last drop. Then she leaned back, smiled, and swallowed it all.

I woke up, bleary and confused, around one in the morning. It took me a minute to get my bearings, to understand that I was laying in bed with my dear Kira, my love. She was asleep, on her side, facing me, looking more beautiful than I could even have imagined. I realized as I looked at her that I had not yet seen her breasts, hadn't even touched them, since she had come back to me. I reached down and very carefully lifted her shirt, not wanting to disturb her, pulling it up until her breasts were exposed. They were, indeed, more beautiful than I remembered, not necessarily larger but somehow more full, more round, more womanly, pale, creamy brown in the moonlight. Her nipples seemed to have grown some as well, the brown areolae now large circles, two or more inches across, and her teats thick and standing up prominently.

She reached her hands out, apparently awake now, put them on the back of my head, and pulled me into her, into her breasts. I put my face in between them and felt their soft warmth on my cheeks, then moved my head down to find her nipple. She took one hand from my head, still cradling me with the other, reached down to her breast and lifted it, holding her nipple up to me. I latched on like a hungry child and suckled.

We lay there together for some time in the soft darkness while I nursed. She held my head tightly to her, pressing my face into the pillowy softness of her breast. I moved to her other breast and she cupped her hand around it and lifted it to me and pressed my face into it and I nursed. I could lay here forever, nursing on her breasts. I could fall asleep like this.

Eventually she rolled onto her back and slipped her panties off. "Fuck me," she said quietly.

I plunged into her soaking wet cunt; she was wide open, no resistance at all, just wet and warm and silky, and I fucked her very hard, slamming into her, nailing the poor girl repeatedly with my rock-hard cock.

"I have to be careful," I said breathlessly as I hammered her, "I'm about to come."

She wrapped her legs around me. "I want you to come."

"Oh, Kira," I said. I could see her dark eyes in the moonlight, I fell into them again. "Oh, my love, my little love!"

She held me tight as I slowly deflated inside her, kissing me, stroking my hair. "I love you, Chris," she said softly.

It was, I'm sure you can imagine, an antagonizingly long few months while I waited for Kira to come back, to live with us. But, surprisingly, Kira's visit seemed to have reawakened my wife's sexual energy. After Kira left, we made love every night for over a week. A few times, even, in the morning before work--unheard of in our relationship--she would lean over the bed, her ass up in the air, and let me work off my morning wood in her sloppy cunt. After I gave her a beautiful necklace by way of thanks for helping with Kira, she dropped down on her knees, fished my dick out of my fly, and gave me head without me even asking. She is no expert at it, no Kira if you will, and I had to finish for her, but she took every drop in her mouth like a dutiful trooper before spitting it out in her hand.

A couple weeks before Kira was to arrive, Jennifer told me that she was looking very forward to the event.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, she's a very sweet girl, you were totally right about her. And... I have to admit, it kinda turns me on, thinking about you and her up there. Is that weird?"

"I don't know."

"I hope you don't think it's weird."

"No, I think it's... It's nice."

"It makes me sort of horny. You remember that, mister. When you're up there bouncing the bedsprings with her, I'm down here getting horny. You'll have to come down here and give me some of that big dick of yours, too."

She pulled me down on top of her on the bed, spreading her legs. "What are you going to do, with two horny ladies under your roof? You think you're such a man, but I don't know if you're man enough."

"I'm man enough."

"Yeah? Why don't you show me what kind of man you are, right now?"

I fucked the little slut's brains out, pinning her to the bed and giving her a good hard ride and coming hard inside her sloppy cunt.

We picked Kira up from the airport on what was certainly one of the finest days of my life. Her aunt had offered, even insisted, on accompanying her to the states, but Kira stood firm, she will be alone in the states soon enough, why not now? My wife cooked a spectacular Indian meal for us that night, to help Kira feel at home, and Kira and I went into the kitchen together to clean up. I hugged her and kissed her when we were alone.

"So," she said, biting her lip, "are you gonna sleep with me tonight?"

"I'd like to."

"What about your wife?"

"She's fine with it. In fact--" I lowered my voice a bit "--she told me it sort of makes her horny, thinking of you and me making love."

Kira grinned, embarrassed. "That's... that's sweet. Maybe... Maybe you should sleep with her. We could make love, and then you could come down here and make love to her, too. She deserves it, if that's what she wants, she's so sweet. You need to make sure she's happy."

I fucked Kira's dripping wet cunt for quite a while that night, my balls wonderfully soaked again. I was very aware of the bedsprings bouncing loudly.

"I'd better not come inside you again," I eventually said.

"You can come in my mouth. Or... maybe you should go downstairs and do it with Jennifer now. She might like that."

I went downstairs, naked and hard, and into our bedroom. Jennifer smiled at me.

"Are you feeling horny?" I asked her.

"Yeah."

"I want to fuck you."

She smiled. "I want to suck you."

"Maybe I should clean up first, my cock was just inside Kira a minute ago."

"I know, I could hear. Don't clean up, I want to taste her on you."

She knelt on the floor and took my dick in her mouth and reached a hand down between her legs and started masturbating. Shortly, I could tell she was almost ready to come, and I was ready too, so I grabbed two big hunks of hair and started face-fucking her. She was orgasming, moaning load but muffled, and as she came she let me push my dick deep into her mouth, down her throat even, and then I came, my cock buried in her, and I fired my load, shot after glorious shot, literally right down her throat. She swallowed this time, that's for sure. She didn't have any choice.

"Wow, that totally turned me on!" she said. "It was really nice of you to come down here."

"It was Kira's idea."

Jennifer smiled broadly. "She's so sweet."

"I'm gonna go up and say goodnight to her, OK?"

"You can sleep with her tonight, if you want. I'm OK with that. I'm fine now!"

I climbed naked into bed with Kira and was pleased to find that she was naked as well.

"You're not sleeping with Jennifer tonight?" she asked softly as she wrapped her arms around me.

"No, she's quite happy now."

"Did you fuck her?"

"No, she wanted to suck me."

Kira smiled in the darkness. "I don't blame her. Did you come in her mouth?"

"You're inquisitive tonight!"

"It's fun to talk about what you do with Jennifer."

"Yeah, I came in her mouth."

"Did she swallow it?"

"I'm not sure she wanted to, but she didn't have any choice, I came right down her throat."

"Sounds nice. You don't think she wanted to?"

"She doesn't like to swallow."

"I like to swallow."

"I know." I smiled in the darkness at her. "She masturbated, too, if you're interested. She came right when I did."

"Sweet. I masturbated, too, after you went downstairs."

"Did you come?"

"Yeah. I came thinking about your cock in my pussy."

"Nice."

"Do you and Jennifer fuck a lot?"

"Not a lot. Sometimes."

"Does she have a nice pussy?"

"Yeah."

"Is it wet?"

"Yeah, sometimes."

"As wet as mine?"

"No. Sometimes it is, but not always. You're always wet."

"Do you usually come inside her?"

"Yeah, always, every time we fuck."

"Nice. She's lucky. I love having your come inside me, it feels so great."

"I love having my come inside you."

Jennifer yawned. "I'm sleepy."

"Yeah, you must have jet lag, huh? I'll leave you alone now."

She smiled. "Would you do something for me? I just want to fall asleep, but would you... This probably sounds weird, but I have this fantasy about falling asleep while you nurse on my breasts. Would you do that for me?"

"I could probably be convinced."

She giggled softly as she put her hands on my head and cradled me to her breasts and I suckled on her beautiful breasts as she fell asleep.

I slept like a baby in Kira's arms that night, waking to the morning sun streaming into the room. Kira was still sound asleep so I went downstairs. Jennifer was sitting in the living room, drinking coffee.

"Good morning, dear," I said to her.

She smiled. "Good morning, how's Kira?"

"She still asleep." I sat down next to her and put my hand on her knee. "Dear, would you like to make love?"

She grinned. "Sure!"

We'd been going at it for a while when my wife said, "Good morning, Kira." Shit, Kira came downstairs! The door to the bedroom was open and she could see us clearly.

I started climbing off of Jennifer but she wrapped her arms around me. "Don't stop," she whispered. "I don't care if she sees us, it's kind of sexy, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry," Kira said, obviously very embarrassed, "I'll..." She started backing away. "I'll go back upstairs."

"Don't go, Kira," my wife said. "He's almost done, I'm sure. Grab a coffee and we'll be right out."

I went back to my business, stealing a glance out the door. Kira had gotten a coffee and was standing at the kitchen door, watching us. She smiled rather sweetly at me and I got the impression that she was enjoying this.

The thought of her standing there watching inspired me and I upped my efforts and a few moments later let out a long, low moan and came inside Jennifer. When I'd finished, I gave her a kiss, climbed off of her, pulled my boxers on, and went out to get a coffee. Kira smiled sweetly and handed me a mug--the sweetheart had already poured me a cup!

"Thanks for the coffee!" I said to her. "Sorry about that," gesturing back to the bedroom.

"It's OK," she said, smiling sweetly. "I'm happy you guys were doing it. It was kind of... I know what Jennifer means, it makes me sort of horny knowing what you guys do."

The next week was something of a blur. My poor little guy had quite a challenge, trying to keep both the perpetually horny Kira, and then newly rejuvenated Jennifer, satisfied. Morning and night with one or the other of them. Then, that Saturday, Jennifer was out shopping and Kira and I were in my bedroom, she was down on her knees blowing me. She'd just crouched down further and taken a ball in her mouth when I saw Jennifer walk out of the kitchen, a load of shopping bags in her hand. She stood there, grinning, watching us. Kira had her back to the door, but was slightly to the side, so that Jennifer had a good view of the proceedings.

Kira let my balls out of her mouth, then looked up at me. "I want you to come in my mouth," she said. I put my hands on the back of her head as she took me into her warm, silky mouth and slid her spit-soaked hand up and down my shaft in rhythm with her bobbing head. It did not take long for the girl to get me off, especially since I knew Jennifer was standing there watching. Kira was looking up at me with her dark, doe eyes as I orgasmed in her sweet mouth, but I was looking at Jennifer, who was smiling broadly as she watched me come.

After I'd finished, Kira turned to see what I was looking at. "Hi, Kira," Jennifer said, grinning.

Kira gave an embarrassed little wave as she grimaced and gulped down my semen. "Hi, Jennifer, we were just..." She looked at me. "Did you know she was there?"

Jennifer waltzed into the room with her shopping bags. "I bought tons of awesome stuff, including one dress that I think would be perfect on you, Kira. Let's try it on!"

They tried on all the clothing, stripping to their bras and panties in-between. Then Jennifer took a dress out of a bag. "This is the dress I thought would look good on you." It was a little purple velvet cocktail dress. "And this one is for me," she said, taking out another little cocktail dress, white top and black bottom. "I'm afraid we won't be able to wear our bras in these, though--so Chris, you need to look away while we change."

I of course did not look away, and was presented with the wonderful sight of both sets of my ladies' breasts--Kira's warm, round, creamy-brown bosom with her large, dark nipples, and my wife's cute chubby little pale titties with her big, light-pink nipples, thick nubs standing up smartly. "Look at him look," Jennifer said. "He can't keep his eyes off a set of tits, you know." They both giggled and pulled their dresses on.

Kira looked amazingly beautiful in the little cocktail dress, and Jennifer looked fabulous as well. "Wow, look at us," Jennifer said. "Chris, you need to take us out to a fancy dinner tonight so we can show off our new dresses!"

I was able to get last-minute reservations at a hip little bistro not far from our house. By the second bottle of wine, it was clear that Kira was getting tipsy, and I realized that, since she was Muslim, this might have been the first time she'd ever drank alcohol. The third bottle was consumed mostly by Jennifer and me, Kira sitting there mutely for the dessert course with a little drunken grin on her pretty face.

We poured ourselves into a cab, then staggered into our house. Jennifer suggested that the ladies take off the dresses in our bedroom so she could hang them up, and I sat on the bed, undressing myself, watching them. When they were both in only their panties, Jennifer put her arm around Kira, both of them facing me. "Look at him stare," she said. "He's enjoying this!" As Kira giggled, she stumbled backwards. I shot up and grabbed her arm and escorted her to the bed. She lay down, then looked up at me, her eyes red and squinting.

Not waiting for her to say anything, I quickly pulled her panties off, then dropped my boxers and mounted her. Her pussy was sopping wet, maybe the wettest I'd ever felt, and I went right to work, pounding the drunken slut's warm, wide-open cunt. Jennifer had dropped her panties and climbed onto the bed and was watching us, masturbating. After I'd gotten my fill of Kira's sluthole and felt the need to unload beginning to grow, I pulled out of her and climbed on Jennifer.

While I fucked Jennifer, she reached a hand down to Kira's pussy and began masturbating her. Kira put her hands on top of Jennifer's and turned her head to the side, facing us, her eyes closed, her mouth open slightly. Jennifer turned her head as well to face Kira, staring at the beautiful young girl, their mouths no more than two inches from each other. I began to fuck Jennifer very hard, her slutty pussy was flowing wetness onto my balls now. I was hoping they would kiss--it would be great to orgasm, watching the two of them kiss; but whether they would have or not, I do not know, because Kira's body suddenly started bucking and she let out a little squeal as she started orgasming. This sent me over the edge as well and I came with ferocity in Jennifer's sopping wet cunt.

I woke up the next morning to the sounds of Jennifer in the kitchen making breakfast. I gave Kira a kiss on the cheek, and she smiled, but did not open her eyes. Then she rolled over onto her stomach, pulled the bedsheets off, and lifted her ass in the air. I quickly found a condom, rolled it on, and slid my cock into her. She was warm but not entirely wet, but a few good thrusts got her flowing like usual. Jennifer came in at some point with coffee, and stood there smiling, watching us fuck. Kira opened her eyes, saw Jennifer standing there, and smiled at her. Then she just lay there passively, her ass up in the air, smiling at Jennifer while I worked off my morning wood in her sloppy pussy.

That afternoon the ladies went shopping and I went to the gym to work out. When I got home, I heard a peculiar noise. I peeked around the corner of the kitchen into the bedroom; the door was open, and there, laying naked together on the bed, were Jennifer and Kira. Kira was laying on her back with her legs spread, and Jennifer was holding a vibrator--hence the strange noise--against Kira's clit. And they were kissing--full-on, tongues-deep-in-each-other's mouths, kissing. I could hear Kira's muffled moans as well.

I watched, mesmerized; after a little while, Jennifer pushed the vibrator into Kira's sex, then broke their kiss, sat up, and reached over to the side table for a dildo that was sitting there. Flesh-colored and realistic, it even had balls; I'd never seen it before. A new sex toy for the girls?

She held it above Kira's face. "I'll pretend I'm Chris, putting his dick in your face." She rubbed the dildo over Kira's cheeks and nose.

Kira giggled. "Suck my cock, slut," she said in a low, masculine voice, obviously imitating me.

"Exactly!" Jennifer giggled, then added in her low masculine: "Kiss my balls you little whore!"

Kira giggled even more, then puckered up and kissed the dildo's fake balls. Then she opened her mouth wide and Jennifer inserted the dildo. She pulled back and pushed in, and began face-fucking the young girl with the rubber cock.

After a minute of this, she took it out of Kira's mouth and rolled over on her back. Kira took the dildo from her and waved it above her. "Spread your legs, bitch," she said in her masculine voice, and they both giggled. Jennifer dutifully spread her legs and Kira pushed the dildo into her cunt.

"Do you like it slow, or fast?" she asked, in her normal voice this time, as she pulled it out and pushed it in again.

Jennifer sighed as Kira started fucking her. "I like it just the way Chris does it. Do it like Chris does it to you." She reached down and started masturbating while the young girl fucked her with the dildo.

"He fucks me pretty hard," Kira said.

"Then fuck me hard," Jennifer said breathlessly.

Kira started pushing it in a little harder. "It feels weird," she said. "It seems like it ought to hurt."

"Chris doesn't care if it hurts when he fucks," Jennifer wheezed. "Fuck me, Kira! Fuck me!" She lifted her legs up in the air.

"You're such a dirty girl," Kira said, grinning and apparently imitating me again but not using the fake masculine voice this time. By now she was sliding the dildo in fast and hard.

"Oh god! Oh god!" Jennifer yelled, and she orgasmed very strongly.

Kira laid down her her back and started masturbating. "That was sexy," she said, smiling at Jennifer.

"Let me catch my breath," Jennifer said, "and I'll do it to you."

"I'm OK," Kira said, "I'm about to come anyway." And then her body started shaking and she brought herself to a much calmer orgasm.

I figured it was my turn now. So I walked very purposefully into the room. "That was fun," I said.

Jennifer giggled. "Yeah it was. How much did you see?"

"Enough that I'm horny now!"

"Well, you'll just have to wait," she said. "I don't know about Kira but I'm perfectly satisfied right now."

Kira smiled broadly at me. "I'm perfectly satisfied too," she said, her British accent sounding particularly delightful, "but if you want to fuck, I'm game."

I dropped my pants and grabbed a condom. "No, no condom," she said. "Just fuck me, you can finish, I don't know, on my face if you want."

Little Miss Sloppy was already soaking wet and I plunged in balls-deep with one stroke. By stroke two my balls were already dripping with her love. I hammered her, I really hammered her, and I'm still not entirely sure how I pulled out of her in time. But with my orgasm boiling up, I scrambled up onto her chest, holding her arms down with my knees, and aiming my cock right at her pretty little face. At that moment, her eyes, her dark pools of Indian ink, were wide, and locked right onto mine, looking right into my soul. They seemed to be saying, "Are you really going to do this to me?" but if I'd wanted to stop by then, I could not possibly. I fell into her eyes as my orgasm exploded out of me. To my amazement, at the last moment, she opened her mouth and lifted her head and took my cock into her, and I came gloriously in her mouth.

When I had finished, she lay back, a big smile on her face, and opened her mouth wide so I could see my come. Then she turned to Jennifer and showed her, too, and they both giggled and Kira swallowed.

It's a little hard to give a denouement to this story, since we really did all live happily ever after. The three of us lived our menage a trois for the next four years; I would sleep with one or the other almost every night, and often the three of us slept together. Kira's sexual appetite awoke even more once she and Jennifer became lovers and she wanted to fuck one or the other of us almost night and day. It was an incredible experience, having a girl like her living under our roof. She graduated with honors and finally had to move away for graduate school and we were both terribly sad to have her go, but she comes and visits us often and when she is here, we are a family again.