F**KING IN THE DARK

When I was twenty or so I went to the beach for the day with a group of friends. There were 4 guys and 3 of us girls on the trip. My best friend’s boyfriend borrowed his father’s panelvan for the trip and it was very cozy if cramped ride on the way down. We had a great day; I just love the beach, I could spend all my life there and be perfectly happy. After a day of soaking up the sun and swimming and drinking a bunch of beers, it was time to pack up and think about heading home. Well, one of the guys knew about this beach bar that usually had some great bands and cheap drinks. We decided to hit it for some drinks before heading home.

He was right, they had a really great band playing and we ended up staying a lot later than we had intended. A little after 10 we finally all poured ourselves back into the car and started for home, it was a long 3 1/2-hour drive and we all settled in. Two of the girls sat in the front seat and I was in the back with the other 3 guys. It was a little cramped, I was tired and just a little drunk, so I talked the guys into letting me stretch out across their laps to sleep.

To be honest with you though, it really wasn’t like it was all that difficult to talk them into it. It was a little lumpy but not too bad and I got cozy and snuggled in to doze off. I woke up sometime later, the music was playing and it looked like everyone but the driver was asleep. I lay there for a while just kind of dozing in and out when I became aware of a hand very gently rubbing my butt through my dress. I turned my head to see who it was and it turned out to be the middle guy, Dan who was pretending to be sleeping. I was kind of buzzed and still half asleep, it felt pretty good and I figured I could always stop him if he started to get serious.

I settled my head back into the lap of guy next to the door. I moved my hands to form a pillow under my head and inadvertently placed them right on his dick. It felt like he had a semi and I was afraid to move my hand, I didn’t know if he was awake or not and didn’t want to wake him if he wasn’t. I decided to just settle down to sleep, but couldn’t really get my mind off the hand rubbing my ass or the dick in my hand. The hand was working it’s way down and was now rubbing my bare thigh just below the hem of my skirt and slowly inching back up under the skirt. I was little concerned, but it felt so good and after all I was supposed to be sleeping, so I decided to see how far Dan would go. I had only brought my bathing suit, a blouse and a skirt. I thought I could just wear my bathing suit under my clothes like underwear, but when we decided to go to the bar, I didn’t want to be wearing wet underclothes, so just took them off. I had never anticipated this situation.

His hands were very slowly rubbing their way up my skirt. When his hand lightly brushed against my soft folds, I shifted my eyes to look up at him. I was wet and excited, I knew I should stop him, but it was so erotic to me that we were both pretending to be sleeping and yet so involved in a car full of people. I still had my hand on the dick of the guy under my head. This guy's name was Tony and he was the brother of my best friend. We had flirted with one another for years, just kind of teasing more than anything else. As the fingers lightly brushed against me again, I gasped and gave Tony’s dick an involuntary squeeze. I felt it twitch under my hand and begin grow bigger. A few moments later Tony move his hand to my hair started to lightly caress the back of my neck. I had thought he was asleep. He shifted himself moving me away from his lap as he unbuttoned his shorts. He put his hand in and pulled his dick out stroking it a couple of times. He took my hand and wrapped it back around it. It felt hot in my hand and after a few seconds almost unconsciously, I began to slowly stroke him.

I have to tell you, I love to give head. I know there are a lot of women who maybe find it a necessary evil and don’t really enjoy it. I on the other hand love everything about it and have from my very first experience at a concert. I love the first velvety feel of the head as I take a man into my mouth. I love to feel the head swelling as blood rushes in and the guy is about to blow his top. It really excites me when a man starts to lose control and begins his reckless thrusting and the throbbing urgency of him when he blows. I especially like it when he releases and I feel the shooting liquid against the back of my mouth and throat. Some women hate this taste of a man, I love it, every man reacts and tastes different and the same man can taste different each time. I think because I like it so much, I have a tendency to tease and generally drive a man crazy as I work my tongue around his organ. I once spent an entire afternoon giving a boyfriend head, he must have blown his lid 4 or 5 times. He claimed I drained him dry. You have to be very gentle right after they orgasm, but in no time at all the nibbling and kissing get them right back up and ready for another round. I’ve never had a guy say, “no, I don’t think I’d like to have a blowjob…thanks anyway.”

Anyway, You can imagine what was going through my mind now. One guy has his fingers in my pussy and I’m stroking another’s dick. I moved my head slightly to see if anyone else was awake. Everyone appeared to be asleep including my friend with the frisky hands. It was dark enough in the car that I don’t think anyone could’ve anything. I continued to stroke the dick in my hand anticipating the feel of it in my mouth. It was a pretty dick, if they can be called that. It Long and a little thin, circumcised with a pretty large head.

I was getting really excited now. The fingers were dancing in me and spreading my slippery folds. I slid one leg to the floor of the car and hitched the other a little higher in his lap to give him better access. I pretended to be readjusting my sleeping position. He had to know I was awake, but we both continued with the pretense.

I couldn’t take it any longer, as discreetly as possible, I pulled Tony’s dick down and into my mouth. As soon as the head was in my mouth I could feel it swell even larger and heard Tony moan softly. I slid it deeper in, wrapping my tongue around it. I didn’t move my head, I just kept his dick in my mouth and sucked and stroked him with my lips and tongue. He tasted salty like the ocean and good. I slowly moved my head back so that just the head was in my mouth and flicked my tongue around to that super sensitive area on a dick where the head and shaft meet. Tony’s hand pushed my head down onto his shaft and I heard his breath catch as I took all of him in. I slowly pulled my head back and his dick slipped out of my mouth and I just licked, kissed and lightly bit the shaft.

Down below the fingers had found a rhythm; they were pulling on my lips and pinching my clit. They were on a mission of discovery. He finally inserted first one finger then a second into my wet opening, and then he gently squeezed my clit from inside with his fingers and outside with his thumb and started rolling it side to side and back and forth like he was stroking a small penis. I let out a moan and sucked Tony’s dick back into my warm mouth. His hips were moving very slowly pushing his dick deeper and then pulling it out again. I continued to suck and lick it. Tony had his hand wrapped in my hair and was moving my head up and down on him. Tony started getting really excited, a little too much, his breathing was getting heavy and loud. I didn’t want to draw any attention to what was going on. So I pulled my mouth away until he calmed down. I could see his dick bouncing with the pulses of his excitement and precum beading out on the tip. He was really close to coming and needed to regain some control. I looked up at him and saw his eyes closed with the strain as he tried to hold back his orgasm. I moved my eyes and saw that my friend in the middle seat was still pretending to be asleep even as he was busy under my skirt. I was getting close to an orgasm. He didn’t seem to be aware of what was happening right next to him.

Tony had settled down again and I took him back into my mouth and sucked him in deep. He reached under me, unbuttoned my shirt and cupped one of my breasts in his hand. I let out a moan at the touch, fortunately the car stereo was blasting and no one heard me except maybe the two men each oblivious to what the other was doing. It was at this point that I lost control.

I felt the first waves of an orgasm beginning and as I began to lose control, I ceased to care about discretion. I began to suck on Tony’s dick like a mad woman moving my head rapidly up and down and around his shaft. In seconds I felt him tense up, then he pushed my head down so that his dick was trapped and erupted in my mouth. I sucked him deep and swallowed everything continuing to milk him through his post orgasm spasms.

My orgasm hit just as Tony started to relax, I released him from my mouth and cried out at the intensity of it. I was still holding his shaft in my hand and I sucked him back into my mouth trying to muffle my cries. I was wildly stoking him and my hips were bucking to time with the hand still in me and driving me on.

When my orgasm finally passed I pulled Tony from my mouth and lay my head back in his lap slowly stroking him, trying to recover my breath and composure. I was still breathing hard. Tony was still caressing my breast and recovering from his own adventure. As I got my breath back I opened my eyes and looked up. Tony was leaning back against the seat with his eyes closed breathing deeply. I looked over at the guy in the middle and he was looking right at me and at my hand still stroking Tony. He still had his fingers in me and was slowly rolling my clitoris by its base. He looked down to his lap and his dick was out and throbbing. He looked back at me begging for release with his eyes.

I felt Tony pushing me gently toward his friend, when I looked at him, he just smiled. I was still so worked up that I didn’t resist. I looked around to see if I had woken anyone up with my cries, it didn’t look like I did so as discreetly as possible, I rolled over swapping positions. My shirt was hanging open exposing my breasts to both guys as I lay back down with my head now in the Dan’s lap. He reached out and rolled one of my swollen nipples between his wet fingers as I lay on my side in his lap. I reached over and wrapped my hand around his organ pumping it a few times before taking him into my mouth. Tony pushed my legs apart and moved his hand up to my pussy probing the fleshy, folds. I pulled my inside leg up to give him better access.

Dan was lying back just enjoying the feel of my mouth as he played with my nipple. I worked on him very slowly, he was a little bigger than Tony was but not by much, just thicker I think and a maybe a touch longer. He had a sweeter taste as well. Tony quietly repositioned himself, hunching down on his side. He pulled my hips into a little bit of a different position and then amazingly I felt the head of his dick at my opening and he pushed in spreading my lips as he slid himself into me.

I almost bit into Dan’s dick to control the scream as Tony slid into me excruciatingly slowly. I had Dan all the way down my throat and was frozen as Tony filled me up. I was moaning quietly and beginning to be afraid that the others in the car would wake up and catch us. I could hear the wet smacking sounds as Tony pulled back out and started thrusting into me. I could barely focus on the dick in front of me and so decided to really go at it to finish him off.

This was really out of control and I didn’t want to get caught by anyone else. I just started sucking wildly on his dick. He had his hands on both sides of my head trying to slow me down. I think he wanted to stretch it out a bit but I wrapped my tongue around the bottom side of the head to that magic spot and in no time at all I could feel his dick starting to throb and twitch in my mouth. Dan’s breath began to catch as he drove his hips up, burying his dick deep in my mouth. A few seconds later he came.

Tony had my legs spread and was driving in, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing all the way back in. I was lying on my side in Dan’s lap still stoking his dick, trying to muffle my cries. Dan continued to play with my breasts as he watched Tony fuck me. As I started to orgasm for the second time I squeezed Dan’s dick so hard I thought it would burst. I was almost crying at the intensity of my climax. I guess the contractions of my orgasm squeezing Tony' dick was more than he could handle because he pushed in deep and I felt him release into me. He held me tight to him as he pumped into me through his orgasm. I released Dan’s dick and just lay there calming down as the aftershocks of my orgasm coursed through my body.

I kind of lost track of time for awhile, I guess we must have all fallen asleep. When I woke up again, Tony sleeping and I was lying on my side across his lap with my head still on Dan’s lap. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Dan slowly stroking himself. I don’t think he was aware that I had woken up. I looked up at him not moving my head and he had his eyes closed and was lying back slowly stroking himself. My dress was bunched up around my waist and my shirt was still hanging open leaving my breasts exposed to the guys in the back seat.

My back was to the front seat so there was nothing to really see from there. I just lay there and watched Dan stroke himself, I’d never seen a man jerk off before and I found it fascinating. I didn’t know Dan well, he was Tony’s school roommate and I had just met him that day. He seemed to be a nice enough guy during the day even if I did catch him mentally undressing me when he thought I wasn’t looking. I guess he knew me a lot better now.

I was watching him stroke himself for awhile when I felt him shift a little and then bend his dick down to my face. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me. I had no idea how long he knew I had been watching him. He put his hand to the back of my head and pulled me toward his dick and I opened my mouth to accept him in. Since the view was blocked to the driver and everyone else was asleep, I moved my hand up to him and stroked him as I sucked and licked. He had pushed his shorts down and I was able to play with his balls, sucking one then the other into my mouth. As I said before, I love giving head and I found this semi public situation very exciting, I was just so totally aroused.

Dan just lay back and watched me suck on his dick for a while when he got the idea to roll me over onto my back so he could play with my breasts. He pulled my skirt up and started to play with my pussy. I eased my leg off Tony’s lap and put in on the floor, opening myself up for him. We must have come to a city because there were a lot of lights, that was a little scary cause if the driver just looked back, I’m sure he would’ve been able to see what was going on. I was pretty well lit up. But as I said before, it was also really, really exciting to be so exposed. I was enjoying just sucking and nibbling on Dan’s thick shaft. Every time he would get close, I would pull it out of my mouth and watch it twitch and pulse while I stroked it. The head would get so big and purple. I think that’s my favorite part of a dick, it feels so soft and velvety in my mouth, but hard and pulsing at the same time. I hope I’m not disgusting the men reading this, I know that most guys really don’t want to hear about what another guys dick looks or tastes like. It’s just the hazard of reading something written by a woman. When he calmed down I would take him back into my mouth and suck him all the way to the back of my throat, burying my face in his pubic hair. Then back out moving my head a little side to side while twisting the shaft with my hand.

Dan was running his hands over all over my body, I’m a small woman so it was an easy reach to just about anywhere. At one point, while he was out of my mouth trying to regain control, he bent over and sucked one then the other of my nipples into his mouth. He tried to suck my whole breast in, but made a kind of loud sucking noise and I pulled him tight against my chest afraid we would be heard and caught. Fortunately, it didn’t seem as anyone heard and Dan continued to suck on my nipples while his fingers did their magic between my legs. When he sat back up I took him back into my mouth and started to get more serious with him. He had been to the edge 4 or 5 times already, I could tell Dan needed some release. His dick was just swollen huge and purple. I could feel it twitching every time my tongue touched it. I finally just started sucking hard on it and playing with his balls. He pulled my head down and thrust his hips, literally fucking my mouth until he blew his top. He continued to pump as he spurted down my throat. I licked and sucked through the entire orgasm until he went soft while still in my warm mouth.

I finally released him and just lay back enjoying the feel of his hands on my body. He stroked and pinched and caressed me all over but mostly focused on my nipples and pussy until I felt the waves of the orgasm overcome me. I tried to be as quiet as possible by biting on my arm. When I finally recovered from the wracking convulsions, I opened my eyes. I was almost in the 3rd guys lap with my legs wide open facing toward the front of the car. Dan was still rubbing my breasts with one hand and spreading my lips open with the other and smiling.

The car was lit up from street lights and when I looked down I was completely exposed. My skirt was up around my waist and the flesh of my pussy perfectly profiled in the lights. My shirt was wide open, my breasts and swollen nipples visible to anyone who wanted to look. As I looked around, I smiled as I realized everyone else was still asleep.

Everyone else that is except the driver, who at some point had readjusted the rearview mirror and was smiling, looking right at my pussy that Dan was spreading open for him.

THE END

A SPECIAL KIND OF LOVE

I was a hot day at work, manning one of the two registers in the small super store I was working at during the normal august long holiday. I sighed and pulled my long hair into a high bun, trying to catch a breeze on the back of my neck, though the air outside the open door seemed to be even hotter than the air inside. I leaned against the counter and watched my co-worker, Maria, snapping her gum and reading a magazine. There wasn't a single customer in the store; I was beginning to wonder if this was worth four thousand Naira a month.

The shift manager, Adam, came out of the office and handed me a grocery list with an address scribbled on top. "You have a car, right, Kimka?" I nodded. "We've got a delivery. Bag the stuff on this list and deliver it. He always pays cash." Adam waddled back into the office and I grabbed a bag and started collecting the groceries. It seemed like a normal mix of things for a single person, a lot like what I might buy for myself. But why couldn't a single person come do their own shopping?

When I got in my car I thought I was going to die from the heat. I rolled all the windows down (my AC is bad) and cranked the music up. On the way there I tried to think of reasons for someone to get their groceries delivered. I only came up with crippling agoraphobia before I got there. I grabbed the bag and bounded up the steps of a modest little white house with an overgrown lawn.

I gave a sharp rap on the door and waited. There was a glass panel in the door but it was very dark inside and I could only see a vague man-shape moving down the hallway to the door. "Who is it," a deep voice growled from within.

I was sure he could see me on the sunny porch, even though I couldn't see him inside, but I answered anyway. "I'm from Chuk’s Super mall? I have your groceries." I said, hefting the bag up for him to see.

There was a pause and then "Just a minute," the man grunted, and retreated back down the hallway. I put the heavy bag down on the mat and stretched my arms above my head, happy to be out of the store for a little while. When I heard the chain rattle on the door I bent to pick the bag up and take it inside. "Leave it on the mat." The deep voice barked. I straightened up and took a step back.

"It's, uh, N20, 000," I said, holding up the receipt. The door opened a crack and a large hand emerged, holding a stash of 1000 Notes, I counted it and it was N25, 000.

"Keep the change," he rasped.

I took the cash and put the receipt in his palm. "Thank you!" I said brightly. The door snapped shut. I hesitated a moment and then hopped back down the stairs to my car. I took my time putting on my seatbelt and adjusting the radio. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious customer but the door didn't open again.

The next Tuesday morning I was at the register again, trying not to die of boredom when the phone rang. I let it ring three times, assuming Adam would pick it up in the office. He must have been grooming his moustache or something, though, so I picked up. "Chuk’s Super Mall this is Kimka. Can I help you?" I pulled a pen out of the bun in my hair, ready to take down a message.

"Yeah, I need some groceries delivered," a familiar deep voice rumbled down the line.

"I think, I know you," I exclaimed brightly. "30 0garanya street. right?"

There was a pause. "Yes."

I waited a moment for him to say more. "So what can I get you today?" He listed a few items, mostly the same as what he got last week. "Ok," I said when he had finished. "I'll collect these and see you in a bit!"

"Alright," he replied.

When I got to the little white house I set the grocery bag down on the mat and gave the door a smart rap with my knuckles. I bounced on the balls of my feet, waiting for the mystery man to answer the door. When I saw his shape approaching down the hall I waved at the dark glass.

"It's N21, 100 today," I called through the door, reading off the receipt. There was a pause and he unlocked the chain, reaching just a hand through to give me the money. I took the notes but instead of giving him the receipt right away I grasped his hand in my own. There was a moment when I thought he was going to pull his hand back but he stopped. "My name's Kimka," I said, giving his hand a firm businesslike shake. His palm was warm and dry, his nails well groomed.

There was a long pause but he didn't let go of my hand. "I'm Chyke," he said, finally, softly.

I couldn't help but grin; I wanted to jump up and down. "It's so nice to meet you Chyke! Will I see you next week?"

Chyke withdrew his hand and chuckled darkly. "No, but I'll probably order groceries."

I laughed out loud; I hadn't realized how I'd worded my question. "Ok then. Bye Chyke!" I jumped down the steps to my car again.

I spent the week wondering about the mysterious Chyke. Why wouldn't he come out of the house? What was it like in there? Even if he didn't want to come out for some reason why wouldn't he even let me see him? Could he be hideous? He didn't sound hideous, if that makes any sense. I actually thought his voice was kind of sexy. It was deep but he didn't sound old; maybe 30 if I had to guess. I decided he could probably use a friend.

Next Tuesday I was excited and waiting for Chyke's call. He greeted me by name and I almost started jumping around with excitement. The radio antenna on my car had recently snapped off in a freak me-driving-too-close-to-a-tree accident so I was listening to my iPod.
I knocked on the door and did an air-drum solo while I waited for Chyke. I was startled to hear HIM knock on the door. I'd gotten really into the air drumming and closed my eyes, not noticing his shape darkening the doorway. "Oh!" I exclaimed, pulling the ear-buds out. "Good morning Mr. Chyke. It's N18,250 this week."

"What are you listening to?" Chyke asked, handing the money out around the door.

"style free," I said. "By Sarkodie featuring castro. They're from Ghana."

A pause. "Could I listen?" Chyke rumbled. I restarted the song and handed the iPod around the door to him. I sat down onto the doormat next to the grocery bag while he listened. After a few minutes Chyke's hand appeared again, giving my iPod back. "Not what I was expecting," he said; it sounded like he was sitting down on the floor too. "You look more like a Whitney Houston, Justin Bieber, something like that."

I laughed. "I guess you're right. Don't judge a book by its cover and all that." I stretched my legs out, touched my toes. "What about you? What kind of music do you like?"

He was quiet for a while. "I like oldies, I guess. Like from the forties and fifties."

"Cool," I said. "But you're not like...sorry this is totally rude. How old are you?" I hoped I wasn't about to scare him away.

Chyke chuckled. "I'm 32. How old are you?"

I grinned. "Guess! Nobody ever gets it right."

"Hmm," Chyke mused, mock deliberating. "Stand up?" I stood. "And turn around?" I put my arms out to the sides and spun slowly. My hair was loose, falling in long waves down my back. I was acutely aware of just how awesome these shorts made my ass look. "21."Chyke said.

My mouth popped open, everyone assumes I'm older. "Well done!" I exclaimed. "That's it exactly!" I plopped down next to the door again.

"Do I get a prize?" Chyke asked teasingly.

"I don't know," I mused, smirking. "What did you have in mind?" Were we flirting? How bizarre.

"Never mind," Chyke said, suddenly gruff again. "You should go." And with that the door snapped shut.

"Bye?" I said. But I think he was already gone.

I wasn't sure what to expect the next week. Chyke called like usual. Adam the shift manager picked up but Chyke asked to speak to me especially. I took down his grocery list, all the usual items. "hey, Mr. Chyke?" I said, before he could hang up. "Do you like strawberries? We just got a delivery of these totally kick-ass imported strawberries."

"I do, actually." He sounded surprised. "I'll take some of those, too."

"Okey Dokey. I'll see you in a minute." I said, adding strawberries to the list. "Or...not. You know." He was chuckling when we hung up.

We exchanged the money around the doorway as usual. I didn't want to leave just yet but I wasn't sure if Chyke wanted to talk. "Kimka?" he rumbled, just as I was about to leave. I turned back around. "Do you like strawberries?"

I grinned. "I love them."

"Do you want to, um. Do you want to share them? With me?" he sounded almost nervous. I was starting to picture him in my head as, like, a bear; gruff and dangerous but also cute. I sat down cross-legged on the door mat and fished the pint of strawberries out of the bag, setting them down right in the open space of the door. I popped one in my mouth, biting off the green top and tossing it off the porch into the long grass. Chyke's hand appeared, selected a strawberry and retreated. "Mmm. These are good," he rumbled. "Thank you, for telling me."

"No problem," I smiled, eating another strawberry. "Chyke?"

"Yeah?" he sounded guarded.

I'd been about to ask him the big burning question but I chickened out at the last moment. "Tell me about yourself?"

He seemed to relax. "Only if you return the favour."

I nodded, remembered he couldn't see me. "Ok."

"Ok. Well, my dad was from Nigeria, my mom was Romanian, they moved here and had me. No siblings. I grew up in this town. Went, to high-school, joined the army. My parents both died young. I was deployed oversees and when I came back I moved in here." I waited. "And that's it."

"Hmm, the abridged version," I said, nibbling another strawberry.

"Your turn," Chyke said, choosing another berry with long brown fingers.

"Um, well I was born in Ogun state. I grew up there and my family moved here when I was 12. I probably went to the same high-school you did! Now I'm in the university, one more year! I'm studying physical education."

"Like to be a gym teacher?" Chyke asked, laughter at the edge of his voice.

"Yup." I answered. I was used to getting that reaction.

"Wow, no, that's really cool. It's just that all the lady gym teachers I've met were not like you." He was really laughing now.

"Don't laugh!" I chided, laughing. If he were really here I would have swatted him. I checked my phone. "Shoot, I'd better go. They'll miss me." I got up and dusted myself off.

"I'll miss you." He said, very quietly.

It made my heart wrench. I couldn't stand the thought of him all alone in there all day. "Chyke," I said, kneeling down right by the door. I reached my hand inside, trying to find him. He caught my hand and held it in his own strong grip. "You know I don't just have to come on Tuesdays..." I felt awkward, like I was setting up a play-date.

"Come back tomorrow?"

"Ok. I'll come by after work. Thanks for the strawberries." I felt something on the back of my hand before he let it go, something brief and warm. A kiss.

The next day I took special care getting ready. After work I changed in the store bathroom from my usual shorts and a t-shirt into a sundress, it was certainly hot enough for it. As I brushed out my hair and applied a little mascara my thoughts turned towards Chyke for the millionth time. Learning that he had been soldier was interesting to me. I couldn't help wondering what had happened to him.

When I got to the little white house there was a dining room chair in the porch next to the door.

I knocked and waited for Chyke to come, I hadn't actually told him what time I finished work; I hoped he hadn't been waiting. I knocked again and finally I saw his silhouette moving down the hallway. Late in the afternoon like this the light was behind the house and I could see him a bit better than I could before. I still couldn't see his face but I could make out his shape. He was tall and broad shouldered. I could see the muscles of his arm flex as he reached up to brush a hand over his head.

"Hello Kimka," he said, sounding a little out of breath. "I was working out, I didn't hear you. I wasn't sure when you were coming." His voice seemed even sexier to me now that I had some idea of what he looked like.

"No problem. Thanks for the chair!" I said, smoothing out my dress and taking a seat.

I heard wood creak as he sat down, too. "You look beautiful today." He growled, a little nervously.

"Thanks," I smiled.

I watched the sun set and he watched the wall of the hallway (presumably) and we chatted about a million things. Movies, food, our childhoods and things we remembered about the town and school. He got us a couple of beers and we clinked bottles around the door, giggling. Finally I realized that the sun had set and I was exhausted and needed to get to bed before I fell asleep in my chair.

"I'm going to head home, Chyke. This was fun." I didn't get up yet, though.

"I enjoyed this," he replied warmly. "Come back any time. Really."

"K." I hesitated, then went for it. "Chyke?" I said, before I had time to lose my nerve "Why won't you let me see you?" I held my breath waiting.

He was silent for a long time. "You don't want to see me, Kimka. You don't want to know." He sounded so sad. All I wanted to do was take him in my arms and prove him wrong.

I opened my mouth to protest and changed my mind. "Ok but I'm not giving up. I'll be back."

"I'm counting on it," he was smiling. I got up to go. "Wait. Give me your hand." I placed my slim hand into his broad one and he drew it around the door. I felt his lips again on my fingers this time, gently kissing each one. I leaned against the doorframe, breathing shallowly. He released me. "Goodnight Kimka."

"Goodnight Chyke," I whispered.

When I made my Tuesday grocery run there was a little purple and white flower waiting for me on the mat. I picked it up with a smile "Pretty. What is it?"

"An orchid," Chyke said as he handed me the grocery money. "I grow them."

"Inside," I clarified.

"Yes. Of course inside." He said a little tensely.

"Chyke?" I tried again. "Will you just tell me? I won't freak out, I promise."

There was a charged silence. "I thought you were going to let it go."

"I'm just curious. And I like you. I want to see your face."

"You don't want to see my face," Chyke said sharply. "I think you should go." He closed the door and left the hallway. I was frustrated and a little angry. Why didn't he believe me? I couldn't imagine it being bad enough for me to care. And how did he think our friendship was going to progress? We couldn't keep having conversations around a door forever. I left in a huff and didn't return all week; if he wanted to contact me he knew where I worked.

On Tuesday it rained. I waited for Chyke's call. I'd cooled down by now and I was ready to make friends again. The day dragged by and it got to the end of my shift but no phone call. I even asked Adam if he'd taken any messages but no cigar. I told myself that Chyke was probably just still mad at me, or he didn't need groceries. But a nagging part of my brain worried that something had happened to him.

I'd planned on just going home after work but my car seemed to drive to Chyke's house all by itself. I sat in my car by the curb for a long time, watching the rain pour down the windshield in sheets. Finally I pulled my hood up and ran for the porch. The worn wooden steps were slippery from the rain and as I ran, my foot slipped out from under me. I went down hard, hitting my forehead on the corner of the chair that was still sitting next to the door.

I must have blacked out for a moment because the next thing I realized I was being picked up and carried down a dark hallway. My head was resting against Chyke's muscular shoulder. "I'm bleeding on your t-shirt," I mumbled. I heard his familiar chuckle above me. Chyke sat me down on a toilet seat.

"Close your eyes, Kimka. I have to clean out this cut." I closed my eyes obediently. I felt a little dizzy and there was a pain above my right eye. I suppressed the urge to touch it. I heard Chyke fumbling around and felt a sharp sting as he dabbed at my cut. "Sorry," he mumbled. He placed a Band-Aid carefully on my forehead and I slowly opened my eyes.

Chyke was crouched on the floor in front of me, looking into my eyes nervously, waiting for me to run. The right half of Chyke's face was a mangled mess of scar tissue. Most of his cheek and one ear were missing. It looked like skin had been grafted and sewn on, pulling the right side of his mouth up in a sneer. The dark hair on the left side of his head had been shaved to match the mottled pink burn scars on the right.

While the right half of his head would be considered monstrous, the rest of him was handsome. Whatever had ravaged his face had spared a classical aquiline nose. His lips were full and sensuous and he regarded me with large dark eyes. He was a big man, with broad shoulders and a wide chest. I could see the prominent muscles of his chest and arms stretching the soft fabric of his shirt.

"Hey you," I said, smiling at him for the first time. "Thanks for rescuing me." He continued to stare at me, waiting for me to get scared. I reached out and touched his forearm delicately with my fingertips. He looked at my hand, then back to my face. I grinned wider. It was so nice to finally see him.

He smiled back, tentatively at first. It transformed his face completely and already I couldn't think of him as anything but handsome. "You're such an asshole," I whispered, teasingly. "Did you think I'd be afraid of you?"

"Or disgusted," he murmured. "After a few too many bad experiences I decided it was easier to just hide."

"What happened?" I whispered, reaching up to gently brush my fingertips over his burned skin.

He sighed and closed his eyes, relaxing under my touch. "It was a bomb," he said, as if for the thousandth time. "Booby-trapped door. I opened it first, got a face-full of shrapnel. This is eight surgeries later," he gestured derisively at his ruined face. "Good as it's going to get."

I tilted my head to the side, studying him. "I think you can pull it off," I said matter of factly. "It's all about the attitude anyway, right?" I grinned at him. "So what do you want to do tonight?"

He looked up at me doubtfully. "Are you sure you're ok? You hit your head pretty hard."

I waved my hand dismissively. "This in nothing. I feel better already. Give me a tour?" He gave a tentative nod and helped me to my feet. "Wow, you're tall." I slapped a hand over my mouth; sometimes I wish I didn't have to speak every thought out loud.

Chyke grinned at me and patted the top of my head. "Six foot six." He took my hand gently in his own. "Well this is the bathroom," he said, gesturing around. He led me down the hallway to point out the living room and the kitchen. The house was very tidy and organized. Still towing me by the hand Chyke led me up the narrow staircase. "And this is my bedroom," he said, finally. The only room upstairs, his bedroom was the largest room in the house. Like everything else it was neat and modern, dominated by a king sized bed in the centre, covered in a grey blanket.

"Nice," I said. "Ooh, I got blood on you." I indicated the dark spots on the shoulder of his t-shirt.

"Hmm!" he said, looking down at his shirt in surprise. He pulled it over his head in one fluid motion and I bit my lip, trying not to check him out too obviously. He was muscled like a boxer, heavy and thick. I couldn't help recalling my first imagination of him as a bear. Chyke strode across the room to toss his shirt into the laundry basket and got a clean one out of his dresser.

"Oh please don't!" I blurted out, as he started to pull the shirt on. Chyke raised an eyebrow at me. My heart was pounding. I took a step towards him and then another. Not meeting his eyes I placed my hands gently on his chest, feeling the soft dark hairs there with my fingertips. Chyke gently encircled me with his huge arms. When I did look up at him his gaze was tender and questioning.

I stretched up on my tiptoes and placed my lips against his. He returned my kiss with a sigh, tracing one powerful hand along my jaw before gripping the back of my neck. I moaned at the feeling of his tongue in my mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt so fragile in his arms; he could crush me like a butterfly and that power thrilled me.

I pressed myself against his chest and Chyke began to touch me. Tentatively at first, he traced his fingers down my back, over my ass and around my hips. I could feel him starting to grow against my stomach. His kisses grew more intense and soon I was gasping for air and clinging onto his body as Chyke touched and caressed me.

I broke the kiss and planted my lips on his jaw, his throat, his shoulder. His hands touched me idly and I could hear his shallow breathing. Sinking slowly to my knees I traced the tip of my tongue over the ridges of his abs. I kissed each hipbone and traced one finger inside the waistband of his jeans, looking up to meet his eyes in the dim light. I heard Chyke's sharp intake of breath above me. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes glazed with lust.

I unbuttoned his jeans and let his cock out. Long, hard and silky smooth; I was a little intimidated to tell the truth. He had his hand on my damp hair, gently tousling it. I gripped him with one hand and gently licked the tip of his penis. I was rewarded with Chyke's sudden moan above me. I licked him again, flattening my tongue against the underside of his cock before popping the head into my mouth.

I licked and sucked him vigorously, trying to fit as much of him into my mouth as I could; he was so big! After a minute or two Chyke stopped me, gently stilling my motions with his hands. He drew me to my feet and led me over to his bed. We sank down and Chyke began kissing my neck. I shuddered and gasped when I felt his lips and tongue on my throat. My blood beat hot and fast through my veins and I felt my pulse throbbing against Chyke's lips.

I wrapped my arms around Chyke's shoulders, exploring the knots and ridges of muscle, feeling them move under my fingers as he shifted, caressing me. His strong fingers were fumbling at the hem of my t-shirt. I sat up and pulled it over my head. I unclasped my bra and threw that on the floor too. Chyke let out a rumbling growl, looking down at me. I lay back, giggling, spreading myself out for him to touch.

Chyke bent to kiss me again. His full lips caressed mine sensually and his tongue darted into my mouth to play with my own. I touched his face, running my fingertips over the course stubble of his strong jaw on one side and the slick, lumpy scar tissue on the other. Chyke's hand travelled over my flat stomach to caress my breast. I felt his breath turn shallow with lust as his long fingers squeezed my soft flesh gently. His fingertips found my nipple and rolled the stiffening tip between them.

I gasped and moaned, wriggling on the bed. I was so turned on. I could feel the slickness between my legs and I needed him to touch me there. "Chyke," I moaned into his ear, clinging to his neck. "Please."

"Please what, my darling?" He grinned playfully, still twisting my nipple in an exquisitely painful way. The unbroken gaze of his huge dark eyes was magnetic.

I reached out and grasped his long cock, causing his gaze to turn distant with lust. "Please fuck me now?" I purred.

Chyke deftly unbuttoned my jeans and threw them, along with my damp panties, to the floor. He shucked his own pants, standing before me, for a moment, in all his naked glory. The sun had set early behind the rainclouds and in the dim light of his bedroom Chyke stood like some dark god. His face in shadow, all I could see were the perfect, colossal proportions of his bullish body.

I lay back, spreading my knees. Chyke knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed and surprised me by planting a kiss on the inside of my knee. He kissed up my thigh, running his hands over the soft skin of my legs until he reached my throbbing sex. He pushed one broad finger inside me, feeling the hot slickness guide him in. I shuddered at the long awaited invasion and the muscles of my pussy contracted involuntarily, gripping his finger. Chyke drew the digit out again and pushed it back in, fucking me slowly. I gasped and thrust my hips. I needed just a little more.

I let out a little cry when Chyke's lips descended on me. He covered me with his hot mouth and when he ran his tongue over my sensitive clit I almost came. He pulled back a little and flicked his tongue fast over my clit again and again. I wriggled my hips against his finger until he started pushing it in and out of me again. I came all at once, with a soft cry. Before I was ready for it to end Chyke was pulling back, kissing his way up my body.

When he flicked my nipple with his tongue I felt myself stirring inside again. Chyke kissed my lips, my cheek, my eyelids. He smoothed my hair back with his incredible hands. I raised my knees and he positioned himself at my hot, slick entrance. I moaned when I felt his incredible, long cock push into me. His breathing sped up and he pumped into me slowly, capturing my lips again. He kissed me sensually and fucked me hard. I was getting close to orgasm again. Each time he thrust deep into me I felt my insides coiling tighter and tighter until I was sure I would explode.

Just when I felt myself getting close, Chyke pulled out and sat back. I cried out in protest. He chuckled and patted the outside of my knee. "Turn over, Baby," He rumbled. I picked myself up and got to my hands and knees. Chyke let out a sound that was half groan and half sigh as he surveyed my rear end thrust into the air before him. One hand resting on my hip he ran the other hand up and then down the groove of my spine where my skin was slick with sweat. I felt his rock hard cock, still sticky with my juices rubbing against my ass. I longed for him to put it back into me again.

Chyke wound his thick fingers into my tangled hair and tugged gently as he slid himself inside me. I arched my back and revelled in the pain and pleasure. Chyke held my hip with one hand and my hair with the other, fucking me harder and harder. As his cock slammed into me again and again I shuddered and came for a second time. I trembled and shook, squeezing him hard with my muscles. Chyke let out a grunt and came, hard, thrusting into me once, twice more. My knees were trembling as he pulled out of me and we both collapsed onto the bedspread. I didn't want to move, every muscle in my body was weak and relaxed. I picked myself up and crawled over to where Chyke lay. I draped myself over his broad chest and he wrapped his arms around me.

I awoke in the chill grey of an early morning. I felt a little cold and unpleasantly sticky in more places than you would think. Chyke was still asleep with his arms around me. I peeked at the digital clock on his bedside table and realized I would have to get up pretty soon to make it to work. I didn't want Chyke to wake up and find me gone and get the wrong idea. I shifted around and kissed him gently on the lips. He stirred a little and squeezed me tighter. I playfully kissed him all over his face, giggling and nipping his earlobe gently with my teeth.

Chyke growled and opened his eyes, catching my face in his big hands and kissing me back. I could feel his cock swelling to its full and impressive size against my bare thigh. "Mm, no," I murmured, pulling away with difficulty. "I have to take a shower and get to work."

"I'll help you," Chyke said, hypnotizing me with his eyes again. "You don't know how to work my shower or anything," he grinned fiendishly.

I pretended to ponder. "Ok!" I finally conceded.

With alarming speed and agility for such a large man, Chyke jumped out of bed and swept me into his arms. I yelped with surprise and giggled all the way to the bathroom. Under the hot spray of the shower I felt my sore muscles relaxing. Chyke and I kissed and helped each other wash up. His soapy fingers skimmed over my body, lightly caressing my breasts, my stomach, sneaking between my legs. I soaped my own hands and ran them over Chyke's chest, felt the washboard ridges of his abs. I wound my hands over his broad shoulders and gripped the thick muscles of his arms.

When I glided my fingers over his rock hard cock, Chyke's kisses grew more intense. He gripped the back of my neck with one hand while he plundered my mouth and snaked the other arm around my waist, crushing my body against his. The way he was with me was so intense. I'd thought of him as reserved before he let me in, but he was a wild animal in the bedroom...or shower. I disentangled myself and turned around, pressing my hands against the cool tile of the shower wall. Chyke wasted no time but plunged his hard cock inside me. He fucked me slowly this time, reaching around to caress my breasts, pinching my hard nipples until I was quivering every time he pushed into me again.

Chyke increased his pace, fucking me a little harder, a little faster. He kissed the side of my neck, gently testing my skin with his teeth. My breathing was coming hard and fast. His hand glided down between my legs and he started rubbing my clit in time with his insistent thrusts. I relaxed against him, giving myself up to the pleasure until I came, softly. I trembled, impaled on his cock as waves of pleasure wracked my spent body.

I leaned forward again, bracing myself on the wall as Chyke grasped my hips, thrusting into my tender pussy until he came with a growl. He pulled out and caressed me tenderly. We rinsed off and hurried out of the cooling shower spray.

At work that day I felt like I was in a daze. I couldn't concentrate, my thoughts kept going back to Chyke and the amazing night we had. Thinking about his body made me go all drooly and weak at the knees. I decided I just need e to get him out of my system.

The day passed excruciatingly slowly but I was finally able to clock out and escape back to the little white house. When I knocked on the door and saw Chyke's dark shape moving down the hallway I experienced a moment of panic, thinking he wouldn't let me in again. He opened the door and greeted me with an enthusiastic kiss.

I pushed him up against the wall of the hallway and started to work my hands up under his shirt but he stopped me. "Not yet," he grinned, placing soft kisses on my lips. "I made you dinner." Chyke led me into the kitchen and sat me down at the little table. I pushed aside the lustful feelings that had been building up inside me all day.

The food was almost as good as sex, though. "Oh my God, Chyke," I exclaimed after swallowing the first bite. "This is amazing."

He grinned at me across the table. "There's not that much to do in here; I taught myself to cook." We didn't talk much during the meal because I didn't want to stop shovelling food into my mouth, but there was moaning. When we were finished I sat back and smiled shyly at him.

"Wow, sorry." I said. "I think I just ate like a pig."

He only laughed. "Do you want something to drink, like beer?" he asked, going to the fridge.

I nodded. "Can we drink them in the back yard? It's really nice out." I waited, nervous. This was a little test.

Chyke hesitated a moment and then came over to give me my drink. "Alright." He said, reserved. I grinned and hopped out of my chair to the back door. We found some plastic chairs against the back of the house and dusted them off. The two of us arranged ourselves looking out over the back yard.

It really was a beautiful evening. The sun was setting. Chyke kept glancing from side to side, into the neighbours’ yards but there was no one to be seen and I pretended not to notice. "Thanks for making me dinner," I smiled at him.

"Any time," he grinned back, sipping his beer and relaxing in his chair. I got up and moved my seat closer so I could rest my head on his shoulder. "I'm glad you came back to see me. I was worried that I'd come on too strong, making you dinner and everything. I would take you out but..."

I frowned, resting my chin on his shoulder. "You can take me out you know." I said. "Not that this isn't enough for me or anything. But I'm not the only one who can accept you. I know you've had some bad experiences but not everyone is that much of an asshole."

He scoffed and took a long drink, pulling away from me. "No offence, Kimka but you have no idea. I bet nobody has ever had a negative reaction to you in your life." He frowned out at the darkening yard.

"I think there was a compliment in there," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "Let's forget it for now anyway." I set my bottle down and got up to perch on Chyke's lap. "I've been thinking about fucking you all day long," I whispered and I kissed him.

He kissed me back with a sigh, all the tension bleeding out of him into the night. His large hands pressed my body against his. The air was cooling around us and he felt so warm. His tongue delved into my mouth and he growled low in his throat. We made our way inside in a giggling tangle of limbs and finally fell into Chyke's bed again.

We lay on our sides facing each other. "Let's take it slow tonight," I murmured. "I'm still a little sore."

Chyke smiled at me and nodded. He kissed me deeply and I melted against his broad chest, enjoying the warmth and solid presence of him. We removed our clothes and he touched my body tenderly, with long, smooth strokes. I was thrumming with need but so relaxed at the same time. When he slid his amazing tool inside me I moaned and hooked my knee over his hip, taking him in deeper.

We fucked slowly, just like I'd asked, and I watched Chyke's scarred face in the moonlight as he sighed and thrust himself inside me. I came to a slow, shuddering orgasm, pressing my body even tighter against his. Chyke flipped me onto my back and began thrusting into me harder, trying to be gentle. I lifted my knee and squeezed my inner muscles, trying to massage him on every stroke. He gave a grunt and came inside me, breathing hard into the curve of my neck.

We spent most of the next week together. We ate and fucked and watched DVD's and talked together. When I delivered Chyke's groceries on Tuesday I slipped inside for a knee-shaking quickie against the wall of the hallway and returned to work with a silly grin on my face.

I really found myself enjoying Chyke's company. He was easy to talk to and a better lay than anyone I'd been with. He seemed happy to have me around too. Whenever I came over he was thrilled to see me and he seemed more comfortable in himself the longer I spent with him. I couldn't imagine how lonely he must have been before.

I still wanted to get him out of the house, though. Already I didn't even notice his scars. I was sure that if he realized that not everyone thought he was a monster he could be part of society again. I brought the subject up again while we were watching TV on the couch the following weekend.

"Chyke?" I said, meeting his eyes during a commercial break.

He tensed up at once at my unfamiliar tone. "What?"

"I think we should go out."

He sighed and ran his hand over his head in a characteristic gesture of frustration. "No." He said flatly. And when I didn't reply, "You can do whatever you want, Kimka, but I'm staying here."

"I know you think people won't accept you but I think you're wrong." I said. "Just try one more time."

"Let's talk about this another time," he growled, pulling me into his arms and kissing my neck in a way that made me breathless.

"Don't you have dreams and plans?" I said breathlessly, trying halfheartedly to squirm away from his lips. "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

He kissed my neck and growled into my ear, "I want to fuck you, and then I want to make you dinner."

"You can't keep distracting me with sex!" I giggled, trying to pull away from his strong grip.

He pulled me hard against him and locked his dark eyes onto my blue ones. Straddling his lap I could feel his cock through his jeans, pressing hard against my thigh. I gave up struggling and kissed him. He fucked me from behind on the couch, pulling my hair just the way I liked.

Afterwards I lay against his broad chest, rising and falling with his breathing. "Please take me on a date, Chyke. What's the worst that can happen?"

He sighed against my tangled hair. "Alright."

The following weekend a few friends of mine were hosting a barbecue and I thought it would be the perfect low-key setting for Chyke to get out of the house. My friends knew I was seeing someone and they were getting curious to meet him. When the night arrived Chyke was nervous but he was pretending not to be. He kept patting down his pockets, the way guys do, to make sure he had everything.

I was fishing my keys out of my purse when Chyke put a hand on my wrist to stop me. "I have a surprise for you," he said with a twinkle in his eye, leading me out to the garage. I'd never been in there. "If we're going to go out we're going out in style." He rolled the door up to reveal a gleaming classic motorcycle.

"Ooh," I couldn't help myself cooing as I walked over to run a finger over the glossy paint.

"I've been tuning it up," Chyke growled, somewhat sheepishly. "I've been thinking about taking you for a ride," he grinned.

I smiled back and threw my arms around his neck. "You ready to go, baby?"

He squeezed me around the waist and gave me a kiss that left my knees wobbly. Then he pulled back and nodded. Chyke handed me a helmet with a full face visor and put the other one on himself. He started the bike up and I climbed on behind him.

I'd never been on a motorcycle before; something about the powerful machine purring between my legs was turning me on. I wrapped my arms around Chyke's waist and felt the hard muscles of his abs shift and contract as he maneuvered the bike out of the garage and onto the street.

As soon as we were up to speed I was enchanted. The engine hummed and the wind rushed over my warm skin, pulling my dress up to expose my thighs. I let out a whoop that was carried away in the rushing air and I felt the rumble of Chyke's laughter. Roaring through the twilight streets I felt like the road was alive and Chyke and I were a part of it.

When we reached our destination I was breathing hard and my heart was pounding. I wanted to fuck Chyke right then and there but I knew that wasn't possible. We parked at the curb in front of my friends' house and pulled off our helmets. "What did you think?" Chyke asked, grinning and looking into my eyes.

"That was amazing," I gushed, leaning into his broad chest and giving him a kiss. "I'm so turned on right now," I whispered, my breath fluttering across his ear.

Chyke growled with lust and gave me a squeeze. "We'd better go in."

We knocked on the door and waited. I took Chyke's hand, but he didn't seem nervous anymore. He smiled at me. I knew my friends would love him. When the door opened we were greeted by a rush of smells and music and voices and my friend Jane hugging me and hugging Chyke and ushering us inside before we knew what was happening.

I kept a firm grip on Chyke's hand as we made our way through the party, making introductions. All of my friends were pleased to finally meet my boyfriend and nobody said anything about his scars or even seemed to notice much. The alcohol had already been flowing for a while before we got there and everyone was having a good time.

We finally got drinks and plates of food and found a cozy spot to sit down outside. "What do you think?" I asked Chyke when we finally had a chance to catch our breath. "You OK?"

"Yeah, this is great," Chyke said, taking a long sip of his beer. "Your friends are really...enthusiastic?"

I laughed, "Yeah, they can get a little overwhelming. But they mean well." I ate a bite of potato salad. "Someone will probably try to make you dance later." I grinned at Chyke and he scowled.

"I don't dance," he grumbled. I shrugged and we kept eating.

When we finished our food Chyke and I made another circuit of the party, stopping to chat with my friends. They were curious about Chyke, what he did, if he'd seen this or that movie. I'd (obviously) never seen him in a social situation but he held his own, joking with my friends and complementing our hosts on the food.

Jane convinced me to do a couple of shots with her and before I knew it I was giggling like a crazy person and holding onto Chyke's strong arm to keep myself upright. He tactfully steered us back to our corner outside and I snuggled up to him. "Chyke this is so fun," I gushed, touching his face. "My friends all really like you."

"You were right," he murmured. "I'm glad we came." He brushed his thumb over my wrist in a soothing rhythm. My breathing slowed and deepened. The alcohol was making me horny and all I could think about now was feeling his strong arms around me, dominating me. I captured his mouth with mine and kissed him deeply. He sighed and shifted me to his lap, straddling his lap.

I threw my arms around his neck and ground against him, feeling his moan in my mouth when I kissed him. Chyke had one hand firmly on my waist and he snaked the other one up into my hair, making a fist and pulling gently.

"Mm Chyke," I sighed as he kissed my neck. "Take me home. I need to fuck you."

The drinks made the ride home even more magical for me. The night air had cooled and the wind that rushed over my bare skin raised goose bumps. I shivered pleasantly and pressed myself tighter against Chyke's strong back.

Back at the house Chyke picked me up and carried me inside, like on that first day. He took me up to his bedroom and set me on my feet by the bed. He undressed me slowly, in the semidarkness. I stood still and let him, not touching.

He unzipped my dress and let it puddle at my feet. He ran a rough thumb over the line of my jaw and brought his palm down to gently cup my throat. I shivered but I just stood there, watching him touch and explore me. He cupped my breasts in his hands, then twisted my nipples between his fingers, like he was tuning in a radio. My nipples tightened burned a little; my breathing sped up and I felt myself becoming even more aroused. Chyke ran his thumbs down the lines of my stomach and hooked my panties, dropping them to the floor. He stepped close and cupped my ass in his hands, squeezing.

I placed my hands lightly on his arms to steady myself. He smelled so good, spicy and a little sweaty. I pressed myself against his chest and breathed in his scent, my head still swimming from the alcohol. Chyke wrapped his huge arms around me and I felt so safe, so satisfied with him.

Chyke caressed my back and brought a hand up into my hair, he pulled gently, tipping my head back. My breathing shortened to little gasps as he licked and kissed my exposed throat. I was almost trembling with want and my hard nipples poked into Chyke's chest through his shirt. I was slick between my legs and I wanted Chyke to touch me there, but I loved it when he was in control. He was so much bigger and stronger than me and I loved it when he used his physical power to dominate me.

Finally Chyke released me and gave me a little push towards the bed. I fell back onto it with a sigh and watched him undress himself. He pushed my knees apart and knelt between them, naked. He looked down at me lying in front of him, completely willing to do whatever he wanted. His tool sat up proud between us, big and hard. I licked my lips involuntarily. I wanted to touch him but I waited for his invitation.

Chyke's expression, as usual, gave away nothing of what he was thinking. His dark eyes roamed over my skin and there was something predatory in his expression. He ran a hand torturously up my thigh and probed his finger into the slickness of my pussy. He growled approvingly and leaned forward, suddenly thrusting himself inside me.

I gasped and braced to meet his next thrust but it never came. He stayed inside me, his member throbbing slightly, filling me completely. Still not moving inside me, Chyke leaned down and started licking and sucking my nipples. I was in exquisite agony. When Chyke shifted I felt every slight movement inside me as though it were amplified a hundred times.

I gasped and moaned as my nipples became sensitive and swollen under the onslaught from Chyke's mouth. He moved his lips up to my throat, pushing even deeper into me. I was throbbing around him like a heartbeat. My legs trembled with the need to move, to get some friction, any satisfaction.

Chyke looked into my eyes and smiled his lopsided smile. He was breathing hard now too. Holding my eyes with his he began to rock in and out of me very slowly. It felt like every nerve ending in my pussy had been set on high. I felt every inch of him slide smoothly out of me and then slowly back in.

We were both breathing hard with the effort of keeping still. I could already feel myself building to a gigantic orgasm. Chyke reached down and pulled my one knee up, bending it to my shoulder. As he picked up the pace of his thrusts I felt him pushing even deeper inside me. His pubic bone rubbed steadily against my swollen clit with every thrust and I suddenly felt myself shattering apart in a tremendous orgasm. I clenched around his cock, my arms and legs shaking uncontrollably as Chyke slammed into me harder and faster, the tip of his cock hitting my g-spot on every stroke.

He came right after I did, groaning against my neck and thrusting into me a few more times, like a spasm. We rolled apart and lay in the dark together. My legs felt like jelly. Chyke reached for me and pulled me against his sweaty chest and we fell asleep.

The next morning I was sitting at Chyke's kitchen table having tea while he made us eggs. I had a bit of a hangover and when my phone rang I picked it up right away to silence the buzzing. It was my friend Jane; I wondered why she wasn't at work at the Hilton Hotels this morning. "Hello?" I said.

"Kimka," she sounded anxious. "Ok, I'm freaking out. Dan, the cook here, just slipped in the kitchen and my manager took him to the hospital."

"Is he OK?" I asked, wondering how I could help.

"Yeah, I think he broke his arm. Anyway, I called the other cook but he's not answering and there are people here, like, waiting for their food. Do you know anyone who can cook?"

I met Chyke's eyes across the kitchen. He was holding a spatula and raising his eyebrow at me quizzically. "Hold on," I said to Jane, pressing the phone to my chest.

"Chyke," I asked. "How would you feel about making eggs for some more people this morning? Jane's having a bit of an emergency."

He hesitated for only a moment. "Ok."

When we slipped in the back door of the diner Jane was flipping hash browns on the grill. She looked close to tears. Another harried looking waitress brushed past us with two pots of coffee in her hands. "Oh, thank God you're here!" Jane said when she saw us. "Here," she put the spatula in Chyke's hand. "Just eggs, bacon and sausage, as fast as you can for our white clients." He moved to the grill, looking right at home.

"What can I do?" I asked, pulling my hair back in a bun.

"Umm," Jane looked around. "Toast? I've got to check on my tables. The order slips are here, Chyke," she pointed to a spindle of paper tickets. "Plates are here." And she whisked out the door again.

We worked together for about an hour, Chyke working the grill and me helping out where I could. Cooking wasn't really my thing but I could load a dishwasher like a pro. When the breakfast crowd started to clear we got a little time to breathe.

Jane came back in and thanked us. "Chyke, you're a hero!" she gushed. "You totally saved the day!" he smiled shyly and flipped an egg. "It's slowing down now, but do you think you can stay through lunch? Dan's still at the hospital. He just texted me; they haven't even given him a cast yet."

"I can stay as long as you need me to," Chyke rumbled. "This is kind of fun."

Jane beamed. "Thank you!"

In a lull between customers Chyke came over and nuzzled my ear. "Sorry about our Sunday," he murmured. His breath at my ear made my heart flutter.

"That's OK. I'm glad we could help. Or you could anyway," I laughed.

"You could probably take off, if you want," he said. "I think we've got it handled now."

I nodded. I had some laundry and dishes piling up at my place anyway. "OK. Text me when you're done, I'll come over."

"Mm, I don't think so," Chyke said, stepping closer and putting his arms around me. "How about I take you out instead?"

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I stepped outside into the sunshine after my last final exam, feeling like a weight had been lifted off of me. I was graduating from the university on Saturday but this was the last time I would have to set foot in a classroom. It was a good feeling. My mood lifted even more when I saw Chyke waiting for me in the parking lot. He was leaning against his motorcycle looking cooler than anyone's boyfriend had a right to look.

I skipped over to him and he caught me in his arms and kissed me breathless. A few other students walking by were staring but we both ignored them. "What are you doing here?" I asked when he put me down. "I thought you had a shift at the restaurant today."

"Tony gave me the day off," he replied with a grin. "You know how much that guy loves me." The manager of 'Anthony's Italian Eatery' couldn't get enough of Chyke's cooking ever since he hired him.

"So what should we do," I asked, slipping my arms around Chyke's waist and looking up into his dark eyes. "Now that I'm a free woman and all."

Chyke brushed a few strands of hair away from my ear and whispered, "I have a surprise for you." I grinned and his eyes twinkled with a secret.

With the sleek motorcycle growling between our legs, Chyke drove us a few miles outside of town. I'd never been here before but Chyke seemed to know where he was going. We parked in a little pull off by the road that I would never even have noticed. He took my hand and led me up a narrow path in the bush.

The birds were singing in the warm sunshine and new green leaves covered every bush and tree branch, bathing out path in a clear emerald light. After walking for a few minutes the path opened up into a small grassy clearing. There was a blanket spread out in the sunshine and a picnic basket sitting next to it.

"Aww! You made me a picnic!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around Chyke's neck. He smiled and kissed me, suddenly lifting me into his arms he carried me over to the blanket. He sat down and we feasted on juice, cakes, biscuits and crackers; he'd even brought a bottle of wine and we drank it out of plastic cups.

When we'd finished eating Chyke and I lay together on the blanket, watching the trees sway above us. I snuggled up to his side, feeling content and a little buzzed from the wine. He turned to take me in his arms and kissed me deeply, framing my face with his big hands. I kissed him back, my tongue darting out to taste him, making him moan and press against me.

Chyke sneaked a hand up under my shirt, running his rough palm over the smooth skin of my stomach. I gasped moaned at his touch, feeling myself becoming aroused. Chyke kissed my neck and traced his tongue along my collarbone, pulling down the strap of my tank top to expose more of my skin to his insatiable mouth.

Chyke pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it aside. While he licked and caressed my breasts I ran my fingers over every familiar curve of him. My fingers knew his scars like old friends now but I never got tired of touching them.

He kissed his way down my body, smoothly unbuttoning my shorts and slipping them off my legs. The man was an artist at undressing me. I lay back and looked at the sky, shuddering and gasping when he kissed my sex, stroking me with his tongue and fingers.

When I was trembling with the need to come Chyke stopped. I tore his pants off almost savagely, giggling when I couldn't get his zipper undone and finally, finally he was sinking inside me. I moaned and wrapped my arms around him. It felt so right, like coming home.

He kissed my neck, testing my skin with his teeth. I shuddered as he stroked smoothly in and out of me, his thick cock stretching me exquisitely. He pounded against me harder and faster and I felt my orgasm building as he brushed against my g-spot over and over again.

Chyke grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled, tugging my head back as he slammed into me. I cried out as my orgasm hit me like a wave and I clung to him, squeezing his cock inside me and throbbing like a heart.

When we were finished we got dressed and I lay with my head in Chyke's lap, looking up at the lacy pattern of the leaves against the sky. Chyke played with my hair, winding strands of it around his thick fingers. "This was a nice surprise, Babe. Thank you," I said. He smiled and bent forward to kiss me upside down.

"This wasn't the surprise," he rumbled. I sat up, wondering what he was talking about. Chyke reached into his pocket and sat up on one knee, holding a small black velvet box. I brought my hands up to cover my mouth, tears suddenly springing to my eyes.

"Kimka," he began, meeting my surprised blue eyes with his steady brown ones. "I know I've only known you for a year but this has been the happiest year of my life. Before I met you I was a different person. My world was a dark and lonely place and you burst into it like a ray of sunshine. You pulled me out into the light and I'm not sure how I would have survived if you hadn't."

The tears were flowing down my cheeks now and when Chyke opened the box I could barely see the sparkle of the ring inside through my tears. He continued, "If you do me the honour of being my wife, I promise to spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me. Kimka," he cupped my face in his hand, wiping my tears away with his thumb. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes," I choked out, wiping my tears away with the backs of my hands so I could see his adoring face looking down at me. "Yes, of course I'll marry you!" he slipped the ring onto my finger and I held it up to the light, watching the diamond sparkle in the sunshine streaming through the trees.

The End

Politics of Sex: Last Kpansh!

The taxi driver smiled broadly. He had recognized Chuma Nzeribe’s wife even though she was wearing her darkest glasses and had pushed her gleaming gold coloured Brazilian hair back under a cap. Realizing that the lovely young senatorial candidate's wife was in no mood for conversation, he refrained from speaking to her. He was content enough to have such a celebrity in his taxi, although he did wonder why she had not taken one of her luxury cars and why she was going to such a neighbourhood. From what he had read about the Nzeribe, they hung out with the high society in Awka and outside of Awka.

Politics of Sex: Sex Romp

Adaora had never felt quite as aroused as she was now in her life, and the delicious taste of Emeka's tangy cum juice seemed to filter through her flesh, teasing her nerves deep down between her legs.

Emeka watched Adaora. He knew her well and could tell that she was more than ready to be fucked; he might have even teased her enough. He caught the almost imperceptible trembling of the young woman's muscles as she fought to control the fire in her body so that she would not spoil the act for him, and he looked down at her with love.

Politics of Sex: Ladies Getting Familiar

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Politics of Sex: Eavesdropping

Even though he had just masturbated, it wasn't enough. Amazingly he still needed a cunt to actually fuck. Emeka almost ran down the stairs to the bedroom where Ijeoma was sleeping. His ears were humming and his brain spinning. "Good old Adaora and Chuma," he said aloud to himself. "So, they've been fucking their way in to the senate office."

Politics of Sex: Groupie Weekend

The next day dawned bright and clear, and Adaora Nzeribe took that as a good sign. She sighed and settled back on her fluffy flowered pillows on her bed as the sun streamed in through the window, making a delicate lace pattern upon the thick lime green carpet. Just then the phone rang and Adaora gave a little start at its melodious notes, having forgotten for a moment that there were things that a candidate's wife should do if she wanted her husband elected.

Politics of Sex: Lunch Date with Chief Umeh

Adaora met her husband Chuma  at one o'clock the next day for lunch with the head of the Labour Party in Anambra state. They had made reservations at the most popular restaurant among the executives of the town. For the better customers, there was a private room in the back if they wanted a private lunch, or there was the main room, decorated restaurant and a delightful retreat from the hectic world of the businessman. Chuma had reserved the back room for he had serious business to conduct, and it had to be done with discretion, where they could nevertheless enjoy the excellent cuisine of the restaurant.

Politics of Sex: The Side Man

Adaora walked quickly out of her husband's headquarters and down the street toward Emeka Ukaegbu's house. Her pussy tingled wonderfully at the thought of her husband's cock fucking deep into her cunt. And she quickened her pace toward Emeka's.

Politics of Sex: Adaora and Chuma

Adaora smiled as she looked out at the trees. She could feel a lingering lust in her shapely limbs as she remembered her husband's lecherous, hot caresses of the night before. She doubted if any other senator-to-be's wife could boast of such wild, unrestrained fucking from her husband! Now, instead of ignoring her the way he had when they were first married and he was starting out in establishing his law firm, he insisted on fucking her frequently, pulling her down onto the couch with him at the oddest moments, or pushing everyone out of the office or election headquarters so that they could lie together on the floor and squirm nakedly together in the middle of a busy afternoon.

Slutty World.......... Episode 3

I got to his house around 3:30 or so. I sent an email to Amadi telling him to go online tonight around 6pm. I had an idea for a show that I didn't think he'd want to miss. I disconnected the phones so that I wouldn't be disturbed later by ringing phones if things went the way I hoped. Buchi and Ugo showed up a few minutes after 4. I told them that Amadi had gotten called out of town but if they were still willing to move the fridge, then I'd make dinner as I was just in for the night by myself anyway and wouldn't mind the company.

They agreed to a free dinner and got busy moving the fridge out of the house and into the store.

When they finished, I told them to get themselves some beers from the fridge and to make themselves comfortable in the living room while I took a quick shower. I explained that I'd been out running and I'd gotten in just before they had gotten there. They went and grabbed the beers and I went to get my shower. I didn't close the bathroom door all the way, nothing obvious, just a crack, but enough to tease. I was pretty sure Buchi had been peeking at my reflection in the mirror. I smiled... maybe my evil plan would come off after all.

I got dressed in a pair of loose white shorts with no underwear and a black scoop neck t-shirt and went back out to join the guys. I had a glass of wine going and they had refilled it. We sat around chatting, I was sitting cross legged in the chair, I wasn't sure if I was giving them anything to peek at, but I suspected and hoped that I was. This little bit of teasing was perfect way to get it started. Amadi did say that it would get him off big time to see me get screwed by a couple of guys. I was starting to get a little excited by the possibilities.

When I had drained my wine, I asked for volunteers to grill the chops. I had made a salad and was planning grilling some vegetables and potatoes along with the meat.

They both said they'd cook, so I got the chops and veggies and handed it off to them. I got rolls into the oven and the table set. As I was taking the rolls out of the oven, I heard the back door slam and they came back in with everything ready. I got the salad out of the fridge and we all sat down to eat.

I opened another bottle of wine and refilled my glass. They stayed with beer. We talked and laughed and they were up to their teasing ways, I was into mine. We had a great dinner and I was feeling really good. I started to pick up after dinner and they helped me clear the table and get things into the dish washer. Finally with everything cleared up, we went back into the living room and I put some music on and we hung out just shooting the breeze.

During the course of conversation, and as I expected it would with this pair, it had gotten around to sex and the current topic was sluttish outfits we'd admired. After a few minutes of joking around, and speaking of sluttish outfits, I told them how I'd bought myself a new bathing suit to tease Amadi with, but I hadn't gotten the nerve to wear it for him yet. Well, that had exactly the kind of affect I was hoping for. It teased them and they asked about it. I told them it was a Wicked Weasel that it barely covered me.

"Come on Betty... model it for us" they teased.

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"Yeah come on, Tease us.... We'll tell you if it's any good. We'll tell you if Amadi will like it or not?" Ugo coaxed.

"No way!" I laughed.

"Are you guys insane? You see me in that bathing suit, you won't be able to control yourselves and there's no way I could stop the two of you from having your way with me. Then what'll Amadi say when I tell him I've decided to run away with you guys simply because two are better than one."

They laughed saying that they could see my point, but that I should model it anyway, we'll just have to take our chances.

I told them that I couldn't be putting it on in any event because, I hadn't trimmed and that suit definitely needed a trim.

"We'll trim you!" they responded immediately, laughing even harder, we were all pretty loaded at this point.

I laughed along with them... "I'm sure you would." I said very primly, "but no thank you."

We had more drinks and maybe a half hour later, the conversation came back around to the bathing suit and they started to share how they loved to trim their girlfriends...

"Really" I said, amazed that they were sharing this information with me. It was an indication that they were getting in the right mood.

"Oh yeah" they both said... "They love being shaved smooth."

"I've never had anyone do that to me, I think that would be scary, there's lots of sensitive parts down there." I laughed.

"In fact, I've only shaved myself one time, well I mean totally shaved I guess." They were all ears, but I stopped there.

"You should do it again" Buchi told me, "Amadi loves shaved girls."

"Now how would you know that?" I asked.

"We just do" and they both started laughing again.

"It's a guy thing; we've known him a long time."

"Besides most guys love the look" Ugo said.

"You should see Queen, she looks great!" Buchi told me about his girlfriend.

"She sure does!!" Ugo agreed

"Whoa whoa... "I laughed, holding my hands up.

"How do you know Ugo?"

"How do you know how Buchi's girlfriend looks?"

We were all pretty buzzed by this point and I think Ugo's comment just slipped out.

"Oh no I was just kidding." he said, but his face said otherwise.

"No you weren't" I pursued with a devilish smile... "Did she show you her pussy?"

"No... no" Buchi said... "Well not that time or I guess anytime she knows about anyway"

"Then how?" I asked. I could see that they were both uncomfortable.

Buchi looked at Ugo and then at me sheepishly... "I need another beer,"

He got up and brought one for Ugo too. He filled my wine glass and then sat back down.

"Well... ok here's the deal and she'd kill me if she knew, but Ugo and I traded some pictures of Queen and Kemka, both had shaved... It was just so cool that I couldn't keep them to myself and when he saw Queen, he brought his collection. That's how we know that Amadi likes shaved girls.

"He saw them...and did he share too"? I asked.

They both looked at me, eyes wide open, questioning.

"Does he have some to share?" They asked at almost the same time...

I laughed, "he better not have any that he's sharing..."

I didn't tell them about my yahoo photo page.

They both looked disappointed and said no, Amadi told them that he didn't have any pictures of me and besides he said I didn't shave.

"I think that's probably more than you really needed to know!" I said.

"Nahhh, never too much... besides I think I know what you probably look like anyway", Buchi said.

"Oh really, you do, do you?" I laughed...

I pursued it.

"This, I have to hear... so tell me; what do you think I look like."

I could tell that the guys really liked it that they got me to talk about my pussy. I wanted them to feel like I was loosening up.

"Ok, I'll bite" Buchi said...

"I believed Amadi when he told us that you don't have too much hair, because you don't have any to speak of on your legs or arms and when you wear a bikini there isn't that stripe that goes from your belly button down to your pussy."

As far as how I think your pussy looks, I think you have one of those pussies that look like a little girl, no obvious lippage."

"Lippage!" I laughed and before I could anything more Ugo piped in.

"I have to agree about not much hair, but I think she's got a nice fleshy pussy with a lot of lippage. Buchi, you ever notice how her bathing suit looks puffy? If it's not hair like most women and we both agree that it's not, then it's got to be pussy."

I started laughing...

"I must be hallucinating... I can't believe I'm sitting here with you guys discussing what you think my pussy looks like! We are drinking too much liquor."

But secretly, I loved it, it was hot and going in exactly the direction I hoped. I took a big sip of wine to calm my nerves. I had a feeling that I was going to get used tonight.

They laughed too but pushed... "So who's right?" Buchi asked

"I'm not telling you guys!" I almost shouted as I squealed with laughter...

"Oh come on" Buchi begged.

I ignored him still laughing and we moved on, I was fascinated that they had shared pictures of their girlfriends... "Do all you guys do that?" I asked.

"Do what?" Ugo asked.

"You know trade pictures of your girlfriends and stuff."

"Probably not, I think most guys would want to, but are nervous about getting caught. We've been friends since kindergarten and probably closer than a lot of brothers. I'm not worried about him showing anyone else Queen's pictures. Besides it's cool as hell to have someone to share them with.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing that I haven't let Amadi take any pictures of me", I laughed. "I'd be in your collections too!"

They laughed..."Well personally, we think it's too bad... but all the more reason for you to tell us who's right."

I ignored that comment again. I knew they wouldn't drop the issue. I returned back to the conversation that got this whole thing going and had been left hanging a few minutes before.

"So Buchi... tell me how it is that Ugo has seen Queen's pussy but she doesn't know about it?"

"What do you mean?" He asked confused...

"Well a few minutes ago when you told me about the pictures, you said that he'd also seen her pussy but that she didn't know that... so fess up... it's not like I'm going to run back and tell anyone."

I could see that Buchi was uncomfortable with the conversation, but Ugo had enough of a buzz to be a bit more forthcoming... "It's something you probably wouldn't understand" and then he and Buchi both laughed and slapped hands.

Buchi made as if to hit Ugo, but ended up laughing and shrugging his shoulders. "What do you want me to tell you Betty?"

"I think this is interesting... tell me what happened." I insisted.

"Ok but only if you'll tell us who's right about your pussy" Buchi countered...

"Maybe" I said... "Depends on the story you have, if it's good, you might get me in the mood to share that with you."

I loved this teasing; I wondered what Amadi was thinking watching this... if he was watching. It was well after 6, I had set the camera up in room up while the guys were moving the fridge.

"OK... but I'm going to hold you to your part of the deal" he warned.

He then told me how when they were in High School, they were both on the swim team, but Ugo was a bit shy, Buchi from what I can gather has never been shy. Anyway, he started dating one of the top girls in school; a really pretty, little, blue eyed fair girl who Ugo was also head over heels about too.

After a couple of months of dating, Buchi and Ugo were loaded one night sitting around talking and Ugo admitted that he thought Buchi's girlfriend Kamsi was the hottest thing he'd every seen. One thing led to another and Buchi asked Ugo if he like to screw Kamsi sometime. He'd let him do it if he returned the favour some day. Ugo agreed but asked how he was going to do that.

Buchi told him that the following weekend when their parents were away, he was bringing Kamsi over and was planning on screwing her brains out on Saturday night. He told Ugo that he should just stay out of sight until he had her in his room. When Kamsi got high, she liked to be tied up and blindfolded; then she would let him do anything. When he had taken his turn, he'd come out and get Ugo and he could go in and have a shot at it.

I looked at Ugo... "Weren't you afraid that she'd know that you weren't Buchi?"

"Yeah, but I wanted to get laid more... I was still a virgin and Kamsi really was one of the hottest girls in the school. Buchi had shown me some pictures she had let him take, and man what a body, but I knew that pictures just doesn't do justice to feeling the real thing."

Buchi picked up the story again and said that the following Saturday, everything went according to plan. He and Kamsi got stoned and then started to fool around in his room. She thought they were alone in the house. She started sucking on his dick and he licked her pussy. Just when he was about to come, he stopped her and got out some of his father's silk ties. He started to lick her pussy again as he tied the soft bonds to her wrists and ankles, then he tied them to the bedposts so that she was spread eagled. She was so excited that she was on the verge of an orgasm. He crawled up her body and fed her his dick as he tied the blindfold over her eyes. When she was blindfolded, he slipped his dick out of her mouth and told her he needed to calm down. He was going to get some beers and would be right back. She was on the verge of an orgasm and frustrated but just told him to hurry. Buchi went and got the beers and then gave them to Ugo...

"She's all warmed up and ready, I haven't fucked her yet. Just bring in the beers and don't talk. Give her a sip of one, then lie down in a 69 position next to her and start licking her pussy... She'll start sucking on your dick and from there it'll be heaven... She's pretty high so she'll never know the difference. If you really want to enjoy a good long fuck, shoot a load down her throat while she's sucking you off. Try to time it when she's coming and she won't say anything about you coming in her mouth. She totally loses it when she comes. After you shoot your load, she'll keep sucking your dick until you pull it out of her mouth. She loves to suck dick. Do whatever you want to, but definitely fuck her brains out. She'll be pretty noisy and won't want to stop screwing once she starts. When you're done, tell her you're going to get another beer and come back here... I'll go in and take the second shift."

So Ugo goes in the room, everything goes just like clockwork and he got a fantastic first piece of ass. A few months later Ugo is dating one of Kamsi's friends and returns the favour. It became a kind of pattern and so that now they share all their girlfriends.

I asked if any of the girls ever figured it out... Buchi told me that he thought maybe one did. She seemed to be into the whole idea of being tag teamed. It was almost like a fantasy thing. It turned out that she shared that fantasy with both of them at different times when she was a high. She keep asking how she'd know if they switched places when she was tied up and when they told her, that she wouldn't, it would get her hotter than hell. One night when they were all partying together, things got crazy and she took them both on. It was one of the hottest times they ever had.

"And what about Queen and Kemka... have you done that with them too?" I paused for a moment and then continued... "Of course you did I said... because you saw her shaved pussy!" They smiled wickedly at me.

I looked at them and laughed... "You boys are so bad, you are wicked the both of you."

I sat there for a moment and then asked if they told anyone else about this sharing thing. Buchi said that one night when he was drunk; he made the mistake of telling Amadi a little bit about it. The reason it was a mistake was that the girl they talked about was someone Amadi had just started dating although Buchi didn't know it. When Amadi had asked what he knew about her, he was too loaded to be thinking clearly and he told them how both he and Ugo had banged her. He didn't say anything but seemed pissed for a few weeks afterwards. After that he seemed ok, but the brothers decided that it wouldn't be a good idea to be talking about their adventures with anyone else.

I poured another glass of wine and sat back digesting what they had told me.

"Ok... so who's right about your pussy Betty? We kept our word... now how about you doing the same."

"I don't know, that's kind of an intimate thing to be sharing." I hedged. "I don't know if I should be sharing that with you guys. You might tie me up to see for yourselves."

"Oh come on we've shared secrets with you Betty... We could get hung out to dry if you ever told our girlfriends."

I looked at them and just started laughing. This was getting me so hot, I'm sure that they thought I was just embarrassed.

I laughed and covered my face with my hands... I dropped my hands to my lap and then looked at them for a wordless moment.

Then said... "Ok, ok... I'll tell you." And I shyly laughed again. I think you guys got me loaded so you could take advantage of me. I also think maybe Amadi's been talking a little bit too much.

They both leaned forward anxiously, I looked at Ugo... "You're right, I have a pretty fleshy pussy; the lips are pretty big."

I then covered my face again acting all embarrassed and laughed some more.

"I can't believe I just told you that", don't tell Amadi.

The guys laughed and Ugo said that it must look great, he could just picture it. "Tell us more about it."

I decided to tease them a little bit more.

"Well ok, I'll tell you another secret... when I get excited, the lips get all swollen and my pussy opens up so if I spread my legs you can kind of see up inside me. It's all pink and wet and stuff. I have a kind of big clit and it pops out a little bit. It drives Amadi crazy sometimes when he comes home and I'm lying naked on the bed playing with my pussy waiting for him.

"Come on Betty... You do that for him... the lucky bastard!" Ugo said.

"You've got to put on the bathing suit, You're killing us here, I'm dying to see how it looks on you." Buchi cajoled.

"I don't know; it won't look that great... I told you that I have to shave. I wouldn't want to gross you guys out or anything."

"We already know you don't have much muff hair, so how much can be sticking out". Buchi cajoled.

Ugo continued "Really, We'll be totally honest with you about whether it's hot or not."

"Oh you're such a sweet friend!" I laughed, but then pretended to think for a few moments.

"Ok, I'm a little bit drunk here, but if I show it to you, can you guys really keep it a secret?" I asked.

"Nobody can know about this, especially Amadi, he'd be so pissed if he knew I modelled this thing for you two. He's already wicked jealous about how we joke around."

"It'll be our secret Betty", Buchi said seriously

I looked at them over my wine glass again then gave in to the idea...

"Hmmmm, oh what the hell, Maybe it would be a good idea to get another guys opinion. I've never worn anything this revealing around him. I don't want him to freak when I take off my beach cover. You guys can tell me if it'll be too revealing."

"Absolutely", they both agreed earnestly.

"And if I do decide to try it on for you, you can't tell anyone that I did and that includes Amadi." I'm really serious about this.

"No problem!" they were almost shaking in anticipation. I was getting really hot with the teasing to.

I took a long sip of my wine while they watched me. My belly was all butterflies. I finally put my wine glass down.

"Ok, I'll do it, I'll show you" I demurred.

"Would you get another bottle of wine out of the fridge? I'm going to need something to relax me here."

Buchi jumped up and almost ran for the wine. I walked into my bedroom and closed the door.

The bathing suit I bought was really small. The bottom was just a tiny patch of translucent yellow material that barely covered my pussy. The back was a piece of string that came up between my butt cheeks, totally revealing my ass.

The top was just about as skimpy; the same translucent yellow material just covered my breasts. My nipples were at attention and left nothing to the imagination. They were poking right through the material totally showing off. When this material gets wet, it gets absolutely transparent. I decided the top was too revealing in the situation. I wanted them to feel as they were the ones in control here.

I put a black chemise on and then put a robe on over that. The chemise was very thin silk, not really transparent, but thin and soft. It was thin enough that it moulded to my body and looked like I had just spray painted my upper body a thin coat of black. I put a terrycloth rode on and went back out into the living room.

My wine glass was full and a chilled bottle of wine sitting next to it. The guys each had a fresh beer and each had a shot of what looked like whisky in front of them as well as one next to my glass.

"Whiskey?" I questioned with raised eyebrows.

"To calm the nerves... Buchi explained. I smiled and picked up my shot, we clicked glasses and threw them back. It burned its way down finishing with a nice warm glow down in my belly.

I sat down back in my chair facing them and the web cam. I took a sip of wine to cool my mouth and smiled at them. They were anxious to get this going. I think they sensed that there were possibilities here tonight.

"So how do we do this?" I asked, they both laughed and sat up.

"However you feel most comfortable." Buchi soothed.

"Our secret... right?" I confirmed again with a little smile.

"I can't believe you talked me into this, you are such wicked, wicked boys." I smiled.

I knew my face was flushed, I was excited as hell about what I was about to do. I hope they took it as embarrassment or shyness.

Then I stood back up and slowly untied my robe and removed it.

I stood before them feeling almost naked. They seemed to be mesmerized. Then I lifted the hem of the chemise up until the bathing suit bottom showed. There was only silence.

I snapped my fingers...

"Hello..." I laughed "Anyone home?"

After a moment, Buchi looked at me with a huge smile. "Betty, I'm stunned, you look fucking great!"

"Spin around, let's see how it looks from behind. I danced around and let them check out my ass... I have a great ass if I do say so myself... my best feature I think.

I spun back around and sat back down straddling the ottoman. I reached with a shaking hand for my wine and smiled at the guys.

"So what do you think, too risqué?" I asked

"No... no, not at all" they said almost in unison... "It's sexy as hell and looks great Betty. I don't know what you're worried about. Amadi's going to love that suit." Buchi laughed.

"What's the top look like?" Ugo asked...

I demurred and told them that I decided not to put it on. It was just too revealing.

"So who makes that?" Ugo asked, "I've never seen anything so sexy in my life, I'm going to get one for Kemka, it's incredible, I can't believe how fucking small it is!"

I told them how I found the company on the internet and how impressed I was by the bathing suits. I decided to buy one and surprise Amadi with it... if I could get up the nerve to wear it on a beach somewhere where no one knew me.

I leaned back on the ottoman and spread my legs just a little so that the bottom of the bathing suit was featured.

"See what I mean about shaving I said, it looks terrible." I knew that my pussy was almost visible through the material too. They could definitely see some muted details. The material was so thin that it to look almost spray painted on.

Small light brown tufts of hair sprouted from both sides and top of the suit. I don't have much hair there, but the material was so minimal that it barely contained my pussy, never mind the hair.

Both guys leaned in... "I don't know" Ugo said... "What do you think Buchi?"

Buchi was sharper though, he looked right at my pussy like he was in deep thought and then looked up at me. "You're right, it's not like you have a lot of hair, but you can't really go out on the beach like this. That has to be trimmed and it would look a lot better if you were shaved. This way, looks kind of ummm... I guess maybe ungroomed.

It was so hot to have him staring right at my barely covered secret... and knowing that Amadi was watching his friend check me out. I hoped his boss was there too. I knew that I also must've had a room full of strangers watching this whole drama as it played out on the web cam. I'd never seen anyone do this before, it was like acting on those reality TV shows or something.

I brushed the hair around my pussy with my fingers, I've never had a problem with any of my other bathing suits but this one... there just isn't much to it.

"Yeah... I think you're right on that one Betty." Ugo said. "And after looking at the suit some more, I have to agree with Buchi. I think we'll need to shave you so you can see how much better it'll look... and feel."

"I don't know, I think maybe I've had a little too much wine and you guys have seen too much already. Amadi would will kill me if he ever finds out I showed you this."

"Look it's our secret and we've come this far, let us help you out the rest of the way Betty." Buchi said.

Ugo got up and started walking toward the bathroom.

"Where does Amadi keep his shaving stuff... in the bathroom?"

I didn't resist, I just shook my head yes as he left to go find Amadis shaving gear.

Buchi sat back drinking his beer and talking about how much I was going to love the nice smooth feel of being shaven. I noticed his hand was shaking just a little bit.

"I don't think I should be letting you guys do this to me though." I said kind of running my words together a little bit. I really wanted them to feel as if they were talking me into this.

"I mean we're friends and all, but letting you guys shave my pussy, that seems pretty personal... I don't know."

Buchi leaned forward and with a smile told me not to worry, it was our secret and no one would ever find out.

"Besides we're experts at trimming up pussies, you'll love it, you'll see."

Again I thought about Amadi sitting in some hotel room somewhere, I wonder if his other girlfriend does stuff like this. If only Buchi knew that Amadi was watching the whole thing. I'm sure Amadi was going crazy down in Lagos as he watched his friends talk his girlfriend into getting her pussy shaved. I wondered what he was telling his boss and buddies now, especially since I wasn't taking any calls so he couldn't stop it.

Buchi interrupted my thoughts, "Besides Betty, that material is so thin that between what you told us earlier about your pussy and what I can kind of see, there's no secrets left between us. I can practically see it already and I think it's gorgeous. It's just exactly what I thought it would look like. You should be proud of it."

"Really, you think it's pretty I thought you might think it was gross with the big lips and all" I smiled.

Just about then Ugo came back into the living room with a bowl of hot water, a razor, a couple of towels and Amadi's shaving cup and brush.

He set them down on the floor next to the ottoman and told me to lean back onto the chair. He pushed the ottoman so that it was against the chair.

He reached up and put his fingers under the strings at the side of the bathing suit bottom and started to pull it down over my hips. I lifted my butt off the ottoman and a moment later, I was revealed to the guys. The cold air just added to the excitement of letting them see my pussy up close for the first time.

They had me lift up my hips again and they placed a towel under me to protect the furniture. I was so hot at this point, I don't know if they knew just how far gone I was with this whole thing. I tried to keep it together though. The guys positioned my legs on either side of the ottoman, spreading my wet pussy wide open. My lips were swollen and throbbing. I was already breathing harder even though I tried to disguise it.

The guys were commenting on how pretty my pussy was but my head was buzzing and I barely heard what they were saying. I just lay back with my eyes closed waiting for whatever was going to come next. I wondered again how Amadi was enjoying this show and who was with him watching it. I was sure that his boss had to be watching from somewhere. I hoped he was in the room with him. Amadi had to be going crazy.

I felt warm fingers on my pussy opening me up and then they pulled at a tuft of hair and I heard the snip of scissors as they started to trim my hair away. I opened my eyes and sat up on my elbows to watch. I smiled into the lens of a camera.

Ugo came up with a camera from somewhere, probably from the car when he went to get the shaving stuff. I covered my pussy with my hand before he could take a shot.

"You can take pictures, but not with my face... ok?"

I knew he'd probably try to get some anyway, but I wanted to keep him focused.

He agreed with a big smile. These would make a good addition to his collection.

He was taking pictures while Buchi was trimming my pussy. I just smiled and closed my eyes again to enjoy what the fingers were doing.

I felt the warm bristle of the shaving brush as Buchi started to brush on the lather. He seemed to spend extra time rubbing the brush on my clit. My breath began to catch a little when the brush coaxed my clit out of its hood. I was starting to roll my hips and quietly moan as Buchi continued to tease my clit with the soft brush. I was getting pretty worked up by the time he stopped.

The next thing I felt was the cold steel of Amadi's razor as Buchi started to shave me. He started at the outside edge of hair patch and worked in toward my pussy. He was so delicate with the razor; I didn't feel it pull but could hear as he cut across the stubble. He would take a couple of strokes and then rinse the razor in the warm water and then take a couple more.

When he got close to my lips, he pulled them to the side and got down inside the folds to get all the little hairs. His fingers felt warm and nice as he pulled my pussy lips first one way, then the other as he shaved all the hairs around it. I loved how this felt and wanted him to continue touching me there. He moved to the other side, he was very diligent about getting every last hair. He got down close and inspected his job. His face was only a few inches away as he opened my pussy to make sure he got everything. I knew he could see how wet I was, it had to be obvious. The thick outer lips of my pussy were swollen and open. My inner pussy lips were pouting open too. My pink, wet tunnel totally on display; it was an open invitation... literally.

Then Buchi had me roll over facing the back of the chair, then get up on my knees and push my butt into the air. He got behind me and pushed my knees further apart so that I was again totally exposed. He applied more shaving cream around my back opening. He spread my butt cheeks open revealing my little brown button and started to shave me there. It felt so vulnerable in this position with both guys behind me looking at my open, excited pussy.

When it felt like he had gotten every last hair, he got a towel and wiped me dry and then rubbed some lotion over and around my back opening and pussy. He then got down close again to inspect his handy work. Satisfied, He had me roll back over onto my back and spread my legs wide. Ugo was still taking his pictures of me. I suspected that he was getting my face in these shots too. I didn't stop him though. I do love having my picture taken.

Buchi got down in front of me again. He said he wanted to make sure he had done a good job. He rubbed my pussy and spread my lips wide, I guess to make sure he got everything... or maybe just so he could play with my pussy for a little while. He ran his fingers down to my bum and rubbed around my tightly puckered back opening. It felt really good to have him rubbing me there, I could feel myself responding and that tight, little opening was pulsing.

He took my hand and placed it on my pussy.

"Feel how soft it is now," he said.

I idly rubbed my now smooth pussy, it did feel nice and soft. I smiled up at the guys.

"It feels really nice." I told them.

"I like it, I feel like a little girl again."

"A little girl who's sexy as hell." Ugo blurted out.

They were watching me touch myself. It felt really, really sexy to be doing this in front of them and to have them watching me so intently.

I closed my eyes and continued to slowly rub my pussy for them, it felt absolutely delicious. I opened my legs even further and spread my lips apart forcing my clit out from its little hiding spot. I couldn't resist sliding a finger deep into my pussy. I'm absolutely addicted to showing myself off to strange men. I love the look in their eyes when they see the intimate details of my body.

"I love it! It feels nice and soft." I murmured again. I was breathing hard now.

"It looks nice and soft too", Ugo murmured back. "I love your pussy; you're getting me all fucking crazy watching you do that."

"Ugo, want to see how it feels, you can check it out if you want to. You won't believe how soft it is now."

He put the camera down and squatted down between my open legs and ran his hand over my pussy. I bit my bottom lip as he explored me. He cupped it and slipped a thick finger deep into me. I moaned out loud and squeezed his finger as I tightened myself up.

"Oh man... you are fucking tight" he hissed.

I gently began to move against his hand almost against my will.

He stood up abruptly, "I'd better stop or I'm not going to be able control myself."

I was beyond gone now, I needed some relief. I reached down and gently rubbed my clit. I was so worked up that I was on the verge of coming. Through half closed eyes, I could see the guys touching themselves through their pants.

The guys seemed mesmerized and I don't even think they were aware of what they were doing.

This was all too much. I felt the first rush of the oncoming orgasm. I sucked in a deep choking breath and arched my back as the first intense waves hit me. The guys watched as I went over the edge and loudly came. I tossed my head from side to side while I continued to lightly rub my pussy as the orgasm blazed through my body. It was all just too hot for me. This whole revenge thing really got to me.

Finally, the intense waves began to subside and then it was over. I relaxed to catch my breath and calm down a bit. I was still putting on hell of a show though with my legs still wide, my pussy open and glistening in the aftermath of my orgasm. I was biting my bottom lip, still so hot from what I had just done in front of these guys.

I felt hands lifting me up into a sitting position. I opened my eyes as Ugo lifted my chemise up and over my head.

"You looked like you were a little hot there Betty. I think this will be more comfortable."

I lay back down again now totally naked and closed my eyes, lights were still flashing in my head. I felt a light touch on my pussy. I opened my eyes and saw Buchi kneeling between my outstretched legs. He looked up at me as he slid his finger along my wet opening. I bit my lip and held my breath as he parted my lips and then slowly slid his finger in. I didn't resist, in fact I raised my hips up slightly as he buried first one knuckle and then a second deep into my soft, wet folds.

Ugo was just watching now, I think he forgot all about his camera. When I didn't offer any resistance, Buchi started to slowly finger fuck me. I arched my back and began to roll my head in pleasure as he turned his hand this way and that. I could hear the wet, sucking sounds as played with my pussy. He slipped his finger out and moved to down and rubbed it around my bum. As I would pulse and then relax, he timed it and when I relaxed he'd try to push his finger in. Again, I didn't resist or say anything, I tried to relax and let him slide his finger into my bum. Finally, he gently got the tip of his finger to slide in.

He slowly slid that finger deep into my bum and then slid his thumb into my pussy. He looked up at me and I moaned out my pleasure as he played with my tender, secret places. I was almost panting. I was biting my bottom lip as he intimately explored me.

"Do you like this, does it feel good?" He asked.

"Mmmmmmmm Yes!" I moaned in a shaky voice.

"It makes you hot knowing that Ugo is watching me do this to you doesn't it?"

"You like showing off don't you?"

I shook my head in agreement. He was really working my tender pussy now.

"Ummmm, I moaned "I like it..."

"I don't know how this happened, but it's so hot."

"I never did that for a guy before." I moaned

"I can't believe that the two of you are seeing me like this. I never expected this to happen. I think I'm kind of out of control, I've never been with 2 men at the same time before."

I hissed in a breath and moaned it back out again when Buchi rubbed his finger against my hard clit.

"We saw you with Amadi the other night" Buchi smiled.

I cried out as Buchi gently rolled my clit between his thumb and finger.

I opened my eyes lazily and looked at Buchi... "When?" I moaned.

"When he fucked you on the couch in the living room, we watched it all." Buchi explained.

"Oh my god," I moaned... "You saw that?"

"Yeah... you are too fucking hot for words Betty. We almost broke the door down for our turn."

Ugo laughed.

I was quiet for a little while, my eyes closed just enjoying what Buchi was doing.

I was so horny now, I opened my eyes and looked at Buchi, "So since you guys didn't break down the door then, are you planning to take turns with me tonight instead?"

Buchi looked back at me quietly for a few seconds... "Do you want us too?"

He gently rolled my clit again and it rocked my head back. I arched my hips into what Buchi was doing to me.

I collected myself again and opened my eyes. Buchi was still looking at me, waiting for an answer.

I licked my lips and then shook my head yes.

"Beatrice, I like this new you, you're so fucking hot."

Ugo moved up close to me. "Amadi did share one other thing with us though, Betty."

I turned my head to look at him, now so turned on that I couldn't stand it. They knew that I was going to let them fuck me and it was all in their court now. Both guys had tents in their pants, it was only a matter of time now.

"He told us that you gave the best blowjobs in the world, he said you loved sucking cock."

He unbuckled and then unzipped his jeans. He pushed them down, he wasn't wearing any underwear and out popped his hard dick. "Would you show me, I'd love a blowjob from you Betty?"

He rubbed the head of dick against the side of my face. I reached up and took it in my hand and stroked him a few times. I could see the precum on the end of his dick. His dick was twitching.

I smiled into the camera, I'd been careful on how I positioned myself. My audience was watching Buchi finger me as I was getting ready to blow Ugo. I could only imagine how pissed Amadi had to be right now. I guessed probably a combination of pissed and aroused and that would be even worse in his cheating mind.

Good!

With that sweet thought of revenge and images of pornos I'd seen, I pulled Ugo closer and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick. I began to suck him off. After a little while, I felt a hand on my head gently turning me in the opposite direction. I released Ugo's dick and turned my head and there was Buchi's dick. I sucked it into my mouth and switched to jerking off Ugo. Someone was still fingering my pussy, other hands were on my sensitive breasts, pulling and twisting my hard nipples. This was totally crazy now.

I was so hot. I was on a kind of plateau of erotic sensations. I guess it's a kind of zone that I get into sometimes. I totally give up any semblance of control and just go with the situation, totally into the sensations coursing through my body. For me, it's like a trap door that gets sprung. Once I get to a certain point, I don't think about what's right or wrong any longer. I just get caught up in the sex. I think that's one reason I find group situations so wild. I love being with more than one man, I find it so hot. I don't get all uptight about what anyone is thinking, actually that's not entirely true; part of the thrill is being bad. I just try to be careful who I do these things with. I don't want to get sick or have word get back to my friends about this side of my personality. I guess I'm kind of a closet slut. I loved having my pussy violated, I love being forced to suck dick, the more the better. I loved that these guys were taking control and making me do what they wanted.

I kept trading back from dick to dick. Both guys were kneeling on either side of me and I only had to turn my head to swap dicks. We were all high on the sex. I felt Ugo's dick swelling and could see his balls start to tighten up. I knew he was getting close, I just held onto Buchi's dick. I didn't want him to come in my hand. He was rubbing against the side of my face when Ugo moaned that he was going to come. I stroked his dick faster encouraging him with my tongue. Suddenly he groaned and I tasted his first hot blasts on my tongue as he moaned out his pleasure and pumped his dick in my mouth. I sucked on it until he was drained and then I turned to take on Buchi.

I had just started to really focus on Buchi's cock when I felt a warm tongue drag across my tender pussy lips. I moaned and pushed my pussy onto that tongue rotating my hips. Ugo's hands grabbed my hips and attacked my swollen folds. It was so intense.

I was crying out my pleasure as I continued to blow Buchi. I was a wild woman now, bobbing my head on the hard dick in my mouth, enjoying the feel of it on my soft lips.

Buchi started to pump his dick into my mouth; he was on the edge of losing control now to. He was moaning as he held his hands at the back of my head. He didn't say anything to warn me, he just pumped his slick dick into my wet, warm mouth until he lost it and came. His thick, salty come sprayed against the back of my mouth and down my throat. I continued to suck as he shot blast after thick blast into my hungry mouth. I drank it all loving the taste of him.

I drained him and still wanted more. I sucked him until he pulled it out of my mouth. I lay back moaning and crying as Ugo was driving me to another orgasm. I sat up holding his head and then sprawled back writhing on the bed. Ugo held my lower body firm as I tried to roll onto one side and then the other. I was totally lost to the feel of that tongue on my tender flesh. I get so totally out of control when I'm having my pussy eaten. I've rolled right out of bed before because of my writhing and contortions. Ugo was doing a phenomenal job of it too.

Part of the thrill was knowing I had an audience of perhaps a 100 guys watching this all go down. As I lay there coming down from latest orgasm, Buchi went for something to drink, but Ugo climbed on top of me and slowly slid his dick into me. I arched my back in pleasure as I took him deep into my body. I wrapped my legs around his back. He leaned down and he slowly and sensuously began to make love to me.

He whispered in my ear how he wanted me forever and has fantasized about this very moment. He slides his dick out, all the way out so that it's not even touching me. Then he slowly moved it forward and just slides back into me, all the way into me. I moan as he hits bottom. He pulls it almost all the way out again and this time hammers it back in again. I cry out at the force of his dick. It feels really good and I tell him. Now knowing that I like it hard, he really starts to fuck me hard. I was rolling my butt all over the bed, forcing different angles of attack and he stayed with me.

"Tell me how my dick feels in your pussy," he whispers in my ear.

I knew what he wanted and told him that he was huge, I loved it... and he was and I did.

"Damn Betty" he breathed heavily, "you are so fucking tight, I don't want to stop."

You don't have to I moaned back, you can come inside me."

His voice was coming in gasps now and he wasn't slowing down, if anything he was doing it even harder.

I was becoming breathless myself. I was getting royally screwed and loved it. I looked to the side, I never heard him come back, but Buchi was sitting in a chair watching us. Just seeing him there watching was all it took, I didn't break eye contact with him. I moaned that I going to come. He moved even faster and it happened. As the orgasm rolled through me, Ugo slowed down and just seemed to enjoy the feeling of my pussy squeezing his dick.

"Oh my god, you are so fucking incredible" he whispered into my ear as I was in the throes of my orgasm. "I'm going to come too!"

All of a sudden he pulled out and shot his load all over my belly. When he finished shooting his load, he slid back into me for another minute or so, moaning the whole time.

I lay back and closed my eyes as he slowly pulled out of me. My belly was wiped clean and a moment later, I felt another dick slid into me and I looked up into Buchi's eyes.

"My turn" he whispered.

I smiled up at him, but there was a different twinkle in his eyes as he slowly started to make love to me.

There's no other word for how he did it. Slow and sensuous he moved inside of me enjoying how I felt and telling me. I did the same, telling him to go a little faster or putting my hands on his chest to slow him down totally controlling the pace and getting just what I wanted.

It felt like we were making love for a long time, when he rolled us over, getting me on top. I began to slowly ride him. He put his arms up behind his head making a kind of pillow and watched me move over him.

"Lean back" he whispered, "let me see what I look like inside of you."

I did as he asked, showing him my pussy stretched around his dick as it slowly slid in and then out again. I continued to slowly slide on his stiff rod as he watched. My pussy lips stretching trying to hold onto his dick as I slid off it, then reversing as I sat back down.

Then he pulled me back to him. He kissed my face and then my neck and finally, he worked his way down to my breasts and began to suck on my nipples.

"Feed me your breasts" he moaned. I did as he asked cupping my breasts and offering him my nipple as if he were a nursing child. He sucked on it just as hungrily.

We started to make love more passionately. Then he pulled me up and started kissing my face. He put his arms around me and moved to my ears, nibbling on one earlobe then the other.

Then I felt something warm and insistent at my back entrance. I started to resist but Buchi held me firmly and whispered in my ear how hot I was and how good this was going to feel. He told me to relax and I did.

Ugo rubbed some oil of something on my rear entrance. I felt his position his dick there. I moaned and bit my bottom lip waiting for what was coming next. He slowly, but insistently pushed and my body slowly yielded to him. He inched his slick dick into my butt. They were both inside me now. I tightened up for a moment once he was in me and then relaxed again as he buried himself into my ass. He slowly started to fuck me while Buchi just lay there and watched my face contort in pleasure.

I bit his neck and sucked and started to move in time to Ugo. The harder I bit Buchi's neck the more he moaned, it was getting him off big time. It felt so outrageous to have these two dicks inside me at the same time. I felt totally stretched and full.

Then I felt something new, a vibrator was up against my clit. Ugo had found my vibrator and was using it on me. It was all too much, I started to roll from one side to the other, They held me tightly between them and I began to talk dirty to them, really dirty. I'd never done that before with anyone else, but this had me too far gone. I told them how much I loved what they were doing to me, how much I was looking forward to feeling their big dicks in my little pussy and virgin ass. How I didn't think I'd be able to handle 2 guys at the same time. I told them how much I loved it when they made me suck their dicks, how good their come tasted and how I wanted more.

They were just as much into it, they were whispering in my ear about how they had loved checking out my nipples when I wore loose shirts. Buchi told me how he'd spent an afternoon checking out my pussy when I had worn a sun dress with no underwear. I didn't even know he had seen it. It just continued on and on. I can't even write clearly about it, but it was so hot to hear them telling me how hot I was and how long they had wanted me. I loved it.

I was on a kind of plateau of extreme pleasure but not going over the top. I don't know how long that lasted. It could've been a minute or an hour. It seemed they had been fucking me long time when I finally felt major orgasm building. I was moaning and hyperventilating. I was getting lightheaded, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. I was at the edge and on the verge of passing out. Then it hit... hard. When I came, I went bockos, shivering and shaking as the waves hit me with the force of a gunshot. It was too much for the guys, Buchi came and a moment later Ugo did too. I could feel the hot seed flowing into me as they emptied themselves.

We lay in a spoon position all together like that for a long time after we all came, both guys still buried in my soft warm body.

Finally I told them that I need to use the bathroom and get something to drink. Ugo pulled his spent member from my backside and I rolled off of Buchi, he was still semi-hard.

I got up on shakey legs and stumbled into the bathroom. I decided to take a nice hot shower while I was in there. When I came back out in a robe, both guys were still sitting there still naked.

Ugo asked if he could take a quick shower and I told him yes. I sat down and Buchi asked me to take off the robe. I just looked at him with a smile.

"Didn't you get enough tonight you naughty boy." I teased.

"I don't know, but I don't think so... not yet" he replied honestly.

"I just want to sit here with you naked for awhile. I have a feeling this may never happen again and you're too beautiful to not want to admire for a while longer."

I looked at him for a few moments, then stood up, removed the robe and sensuously curled back up in my chair. We talked for awhile. I could hear the shower running in the background.

Buchi told me he'd love another blowjob while we were waiting for Ugo. I smiled and told him to come on over. I had him sit up on the back of the chair and I kneeled down in front of him on the cushions and took him into my mouth. I had my ass in the air a little bit showing my bruised, swollen pussy to the web cam on the deck behind me.

I got Buchi hot really fast. I was kind of amazed that he was up for another session so quickly.

I wanted him to come pretty fast, I was getting tired and was worried that if Ugo came out, he'd want me to blow him too and the whole thing would start over. If it did, I wouldn't be able to stop it or maybe want to stop it.

I worked on the little spot just underneath the head of the dick. I stroked his dick at the same time. I could tell his breathing was getting faster and faster and his dick was twitching. He was right there and then I heard the water shut off in the shower. I engulfed his dick and sucked as I bobbed and twisted my head. I heard him gasp and felt the head of his dick swell, then he came again for the last time that night.

When he was finished, I kissed him on the cheek and asked him to get dressed. I put on my robe. I explained that I was pretty tired and just wanted to go to sleep.

He smiled and pulled on his pants. "Why don't you just pretend to be sleeping and Ugo and I'll leave."

"Betty?", I looked up at him with sleepy eyes... "I don't know why this happened, but thank you, I'll never forget it."

Me either I smiled. I curled up in the chair and closed my eyes.Ugo came into the room a minute later.

Ugo told Buchi that they should wake me up and have another session, but Buchi told him that I was worn out, maybe some other time and they left.

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Well as you might expect, that was it for Amadi and me. When I had found the email his boss had sent him, I printed a couple copies. I took one of these and wrote the following note on the bottom of it:

Don't call me...

Don't send me letters...

Don't come to my House!

Maybe you can get your girlfriend in Aba to screw your boss for you!

It's really too bad that it had to end this way Amadi. We could've had a lot of fun together!

Betty

I super glued it to his computer screen and left.

 The End