Surprised by a Stranger [closed]

[SwanLake]

Miriam “Mira” Moore
In her twenties and at an age she should have learned by now but still doesn’t care
5'4 thick dark chocolate hair highlighted and colored in tones of honey, gold and blondes that fall in soft waves to the middle of her back. Sultry cat eyes in tones of dark brown they are almost black framed by long thick lashes. Flawless skin gently kissed by the golden rays of the sun from a lifetime under the sun. A heart shaped face with angelic dimples highlight the warm smile and full rosy pink bow like lips, a gentle swooped nose and cute chin all underlined by a curved jawline almost harsh on such a feminine face. Eloquent neckline, graceful shoulders with a full chest of rather large breasts almost threatening to topple her before narrowing down to a taut waist and blossoming hips. Her perfectly shaped apple bottom counter balances her sizable chest making for a handful and more of delectable flesh. All resting on a toned set of long legs with calves sculpted from years of hiking, swimming, sports and general fitness.

Miriam grew up on the road, moving more frequently than a military family until she turned fourteen and the family settled down. Her parents said it was because they wanted her to attend a public school and experience all the things that they couldn’t give her. At first it was a rough adjustment, going from a homeschool setting to that of a classroom. It wasn’t until she met Kate that things started to become easier. One day at a party Kate leaned over and kissed Miriam, at first she was embarrassed that she had even done that but Mira kissed her back and for the next three years they were a couple.

Rarely is life easy and once the pair graduated they parted way, still friends but too far apart to know that it wasn’t going to work. As it turned out Kate’s best friend Lana was accepted into the same college as Mira and by association the two became quick friends.

Brookshill College was Lana’s hometown and when her parents retired they left the house first to Lana’s older brother to dorm in then to Lana a few years after he graduated for her to live in off campus and for two years the girls parted and painted the town all shades of red, yellow, green and blue. Ture there was some studying here and there but the two were all about making memories and having fun.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“I know it’s pointless…” Lana sighed lingering next to the front door, only a small purse in hand. The rest of her luggage was packed away in her car waiting for her.

I smiled wickedly and casually leaned back against the wall. “You’re welcome to try.”

Lana sighed again already giving up before she started. “It’s only four days, behave?” It was meant to sound like an order but came out as a question.

“Hey!” I defended, reminding Lana by a point of my finger. “Last time the cops were here it was your fault.”

Lana smiled as memories of their last huge blowout flooded her mind. “He was yummy and boy could be fuck.” She purred licking her lips. “Still…” She frowned all traces of her smile and pleasure gone.

“You know my feelings are starting to get hurt. It’s like you don’t trust me or something.” I cried wolf tears, clutching at my chest.

“I just know you.” There was a moment of silence before Lana continued. “And I know you’ll behave as much as you can.” Lana sighed again picking at a paint spot on the doorframe.

That sigh was getting annoying and despite my love for Lana I drew a line. “You’re going to be late.” My tone of voice did nothing to stop my friend and roommate from picking at the faded paint.

“Maybe I should just stay home.” She volunteered with a weak smile.

At that I pushed off the wall and grabbed Lana firmly. “Stop making this about leaving me here alone. I’ve been alone before and for longer stays. What this is really about is Chase.” At the name Lana flinched but I continued on. “He’s an asshole and I’ve been saying so since the beginning. Plus you earned this spot, his father’s money paid for his. Go show him what a badass you are and make him regret the day he broke up with you.” I smiled up at Lana before giving her a warm hug. “Now get, I have a party to get ready for and some alcohol that is in dire need of being emptied.”

Lana frowned and stepped back from Mira. “You and Zoey still not, well you know.”

“Urg.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Four months we’ve been dating and still nothing more than a light pet here and there and some necking. It’s practically PG.” I moaned.

Kate had been the one to open my sexual door and once opened I ran wild and free, taking every enjoyment and exploring each new pleasure. I remember telling my parents that Kate and I have become more then friends and while they weren’t as open to the idea as I had hoped my father was thrilled that it meant I wouldn’t be getting pregnant. Since then you could say I have become obsessed with sex, I loved it and for a while I skipped from girl to girl without much of a care, until Zoey. She was sweet, kind, innocent and had a way of settling and calming me. Her parents were heavily religious and with the way she was raised she was having issues accepting who she was. I was fine to back off and wait until she was comfortable with herself but she said she was happier with me and together. The problem was, it meant four months of no sex for me and while I have quite the selection of toys I wanted more. I wanted to watch Zoey melt under my touch and hear the sound of my name on her lips as she came.

I took a deep breath and pulled myself from the image of Zoey’s silky auburn hair tangled and wild, the flush on her cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Those perfect C cup mounds with their dusty rose colored tips and puffy little nipples. “Fuck.” It was my turn to sigh I as felt myself get turned on from my own imagination. “This being horny 24/7 thing really sucks.” I whined and pouted. “I want Zoey to let go and just let me pleasure her.” I delve maybe a bit too far.

“Oh I know.” Lana laughed only a little uncomfortable. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how many AA batteries we’ve gone thought since you two started going out.” She teased, smiling at the blush that she caused Mira to get. “As far as Zoey goes, I can’t help you there but I know there are dozens upon dozens of guys who would be happy to step up and help with that problem.”

I roll my eyes. It wasn’t that I hadn’t ever found a guy attractive or wonder what a cock felt like and if it was any different than a dildo but as dominate as I was in a lesbian relationship it was hard to find a man I could believe when they promise to make a real woman out of me. I had been taught to fight and despite my short stature I knew how to throw a mean left hook and if I didn’t think I could beat you in a fist fight, you just weren’t man enough for me to walk away from my women for. “Page me when someone like Wolverine or Clint Eastwood come a knocking. Until then…” I gently shove Lana through the door and way bye. “Text me when you get there!” I shout to the car pulling out of the driveway.

 

[saedo]

Travis


"Hey, Julia. How's tricks?"

"Heeeey, " came her reply, her voice uncharacteristically flat. " One sec." There was a slight rumbling as and her voice became distant and muffled. "Honey, it's something from work. I'm going to take this in the other room where it's quieter." More rumbling followed, which I now took to be Julie holding her hand against the phone.

When Julia spoke again, the muffle was gone and her uncertain curiosity came through clearly. "Trav? It's been nearly a year. Why are you calling?"

I grinned even though she couldn't see it. "I'm gonna be in town for a few days and I wanted to hook up with you."

"'Hook up'? You mean like get together for-." She stopped speaking and I could almost hear her mental gears turn. "Oh! You mean 'hook up, hook up'." Oh, Travis, no!" There was a short pause which I somehow instinctively knew was Julie looking around to make sure she was alone. "Trav, I can't do that! I'm seeing Brad now!"

I waited a beat. "I don't mind. We can hook up at my place so he doesn't find out."

"Trav! I can't do that!" Julie insisted.

I paused. "Okay, if you are so happy with this Brad dude that you're not interested in me fucking your brains out, then just say so and I'll hang up."

A long silence followed.

I chuckled. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Admit it: you miss my cock."

There was another pause. "Yes," she whispered, her voice quivering with embarrasment at the admission.

"Good. Then let's hook up in. . . let's say 6 hours. I should be back in town by then, barring traffic. Just meet me at the house; spare key should such still be in the flower pot, so you can wait for me inside."

Her anxiety spiked again. "The house?! But what about Lana?! God, if she sees us together, your sister will kill you and me both!"

~~~~~
I chuckled, but Julia wasn't wrong. Though my sister and I mostly got along, our stint as housemates in college had nearly fractured our familial bond. When our parents retired, they kept the house as a rental property. Since I and Lana both ended up going to college in town, living in the former homestead free of charge sure beat the crappy dorms on campus. So we lived together with a couple of roommates while I finished my senior year.

Having shared our entire childhood under the same roof, you'd think doing it as adults would be no different. The truth proved quite the opposite. At the end, my sister exploded at me in a furious tirade that I could still vividly remember a year and a half later. "Jesus Christ, Travis! Must you fuck every goddam girl who comes into the house?! Every single fucking roommate we've ever had! All of my friends! And then I wind up having to listen to them talk about your goddam Wonder Dick! Jesus! I'm your fucking sister! I don't want to hear about my brother's massive horse cock! I shouldn't have to hear that shit! But because you can't keep it in your pants, these bitches won't shut the fuck up about it! That's it, Travis! I can't take this any more! Pack up your shit and get the fuck out my house!"

Though I've got my little sister beat by about 80 pounds and several inches, I admit that I took a step back in the face of her fury. I was close enough to graduation that moving out wasn't a big deal, anywise. Lana and I had gotten back to good terms since, but Julia was right. If Lana caught me hooking up with one of her friends -- particularly in the house -- my sister would definitely go ballistic.

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"No worries," I replied, returning to the present conversation. "Lana is out of town for a while, so she won't know. So what do you say? Meet you around 2 AM?" Sensing her hesitation, I added a teaser. "We could do the thing with the scarves again . . . ."

Julia moaned softly. "God, you make me so wet," she whispered under her breath. "Okay, okay, but I don't know how I can get away in the middle of the night. I mean, what will I tell Brad. . . ."

Having already gotten a "yes", I wasn't going to give her time to talk herself out of it. "You'll think of something," I declared confidently. "See you tonight. Wear something sexy." I hung up before she could respond.

I grinned with delight. I hadn't gotten laid in a while, so the prospect of banging cute little Julia had my libido tingling. I hadn't seen her in years, but I remembered some of her kinky role-playing with fondness. Hopefully she hadn't changed much.

I finished packing up the car for the journey. It was going to be a long night of driving, but at the end was a bed with a sexy girl eager to spread her legs for me. Yeah, this was going to be fun.

 

[SwanLake]

Two hours into the party and I was alone with Zoey back in her bedroom with half the bottle of sake forgotten on the bedside table. I wasn’t quite sure if it was the alcohol or just the mood Zoey was in but I wasn’t about the look a gift horse in the mouth as she let me take her shirt off without pause or resistance.

“Suck on them.” Zoey bashfully ordered and I quickly obeyed, happy to do so. “Oh shit!”

God I loved the sounds she made, the airy moans from her pretty mouth and that little smile she rewarded me with. I sucked more of her breast into my mouth and lightly scraped my teeth over her skin as I drew back, nipping at the nipple with a devilish smile. My fingers tweaking and teasing her adorable innie nipples as I moved to the other breast to lick, suck and nip to both our pleasure.

“Mira…” The moan carried heavy with question and I stopped and looked up from her chest worried that this was where she was going to draw the line. “I-“

I shook my head and lead her to her bed. “Don’t think, just feel.” I whispered laying her down across the blankets.

Zoey’s brows furrowed and she bit her lip but nodded her head yes as she got more comfortable.

“Good.” I purred crawling up her body and between her legs to claim her lips in a passionate kiss. I didn’t want Zoey to think about her parents, the bible or the strict way she was raised. I wanted her here and now and as we made out on the bed I ran and hand up and down her leg, testing the waters. Over and over my hand rubbed her leg, her inner thigh and up her skirt, pushing the limits of how far she would let me go. When the backs of my fingers brushed her panties I paused and broke our kiss and looked into her eyes asking for permission.

It felt like years but in reality was only moments before the slightest of nods was given. This was it! My excitement doubled over as my brushes became more forceful and my hand turned over so that I now cupped her mound. In small circles I pressed my palm to the growing wet spot in her underwear, shivering at the sound of Zoey’s moan. Encouraged by the sound I trailed the tips of my finger along the edge of her thong, pulling it over with each pass. Slowly I worked her underwear to the side and for the first time touched the slick folds that had since be denied to me.

I don’t know who it was that moaned, maybe it was the both of us, but I deepened the demand on Zoey’s lips kissing her breathless as I teased and traced the lines of her neither lips. I had to go slow, I needed to go slow. For Zoey I tried to remind myself with no use as I sunk a fingertip into her hot wet hole. “Fuck Zoey…” I was only one knuckle deep when her hand wrapped around my wrist. I froze, worry etched on my face, I wanted more and I just knew this was the end but then her hips moved and the hand that was holding me pulled me closer, deeper.

That was all I needed as I once again took control and slowly sank my finger in deeper, a second knuckle, then my whole finger. Once fully inside I paused and pulled back to look at Zoey’s face. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were parted as she look fast short breaths. I forced myself to be soft and gentle as I pulled my finger out, only to push it back inside. I watched, captured by the rapture on Zoey’s face as my movements got faster, moving my finger in circles preparing her for another finger. As I pulled out Zoey’s eyes fluttered, a question on her pursed lips. I answered her question before she even asked it as I plunged now two fingers back inside her.

“Ahhhah!” Zoey arched her back and drove her hips up to meet my hand.

How did I last this long without touching her like this? I watched feeling my already drenched pussy clench as Zoey balled her fist in the sheets. I moved faster, sawing my fingers back and forth between her legs feeling as her tunnel milked my fingers and got wetter. She was so sensitive and the smell of her alone was drive me wild as I rocked my hips against the seam in my jeans. I wanted to taste her so badly but didn’t want to chance repositioning.

“Mi- Mira-“ Zoey’s body clenched and her words were panted breaths. She was close and I- “No! Wait-“

Something was wrong and before I could stop her she had jumped up and higher on the bed, breaking contact with my hand. “What? What’s wrong?” She had been so close, just a few more second.

“I, we…” Zoey took a deep breath and crawled back until her back hit the wall. “We should stop. I’m not ready.”

Shit, blue walls. Again. “Yeah.” I croaked out with a forced smile. “I can wait.” I sighed. “Just, just give me a moment.” My whole body shook, not from anger but frustration, sexual frustration and I looked down at my hand. Fingers still glossy and wet with her enjoyment. I should have known better, I growled to myself. “You drive me crazy.” I chuckle, tired but over it as much as I could be. “How do I love you so much?” I ask out loud.

Zoey’s brows rise and while she is still trying to calm her breathing I can see the surprise on her face. “Love?” It was the first time either of us had said the word.

“Yeah.” I smile grabbing Zoey’s foot and pulling her towards me. “I stupid fucking love you.” Climbing up on the bed I meet her halfway and kiss her softly on the lips.

“Hey!” Pushing me away Zoey glares at me, the tiniest smile playing at the corner of her lips. “That doesn’t sound like much of a confession.” She lectures.

I shake my head and plant a wet kiss on her forehead. “Well it is. Now tell me you love me too so we can return to the party.”

“And if I don’t?” She challenges with a wicked smirk.

Oh all the things I could say. In answer I bring my fingers to my lips and extend my tongue out and lick from the base of her moisture to the tip of my finger. Her taste explode over the tip of my tongue and without cause I suck both fingers into my mouth, licking every taste of her from my fingers. When I open my eyes Zoey’s cheeks are flushed again and her breathing had picked up again.

It almost looks like she’s torn, aware that if she doesn’t say anything I have every intention of pouncing on her and finishing what I started. “I love you too.” She sighs with longing.

“That can be my answer either way.” I offer, trying in a last ditch effort to get more of her taste on my tongue.

I didn’t see the pillow as it sailed at my head, causing Zoey to burst into laughter. “Come on lover, before anyone misses us.”

“I’m okay with being missed.” I sadly moan, letting Zoey brag me from the bed and she redressed.

Needless to say the moment I got home, laying naked on my bed, till an hour later when I passed out I tried every which way to cum. Hell, even my twelve inch double sided jelly, semi rigid, vibrating dildo classically call “Mr Bob” couldn’t get me there. All I wanted was Zoey and even with all that I drank, and I drank a lot to busy myself, I couldn’t get the taste of her out of my mouth or the sight of her face almost there out of my head.

 

[saedo]

groaned slightly as I unfolded my 6'3" frame from the car. After nearly six hours behind the wheel with only a brief stop for fuel, I had a great need to stretch out the kinks.

Aside from the porch lights on the houses, the street was dark as pitch under the nearly moonless sky. My former home was mostly a vague outline against the night as I carried my backpack to the front porch.

Despite my sister kicking me out, I still had a key. Lana's only objection was my tendency for eventually hooking up with the female roommates; since I no longer lived in the house and only dropped by for the occasional short visit, my tendency didn't have time to arise. Issue resolved, mostly.

I unlocked the front door and stepped inside. Neither the den nor the kitchen was occupied, but I would have expected as much. At 3 AM, even college students tend to be fast asleep. A few nightlights provided enough illumination to navigate to the stairs and to the bedrooms.

The house had four bedrooms, but at least one or two would probably be unoccupied. Julia thought the house felt crowded with four of us, so I know she hadn't rented out my room the semester after I left. I think she'd kept it to just one or two renters since.

I headed to my old room and tried the door. The room inside was nearly pitch black. Lana used to call it my cave, but I didn't care. I liked it dark when I slept.

By the dim light of the hallway, I could just make out human form draped facedown across the bed. A white sheet covered up the lower half, leaving the person's bare back facing me. The long hair obscured the face, but the slender frame instinctively seemed female. Likewise, the plump mounds beneath the sheets suggested a familiar feminine posterior.

"Julia," I murmured. "You awake?"

No response followed, but I could just make out the sound of the girl's slow breathing. I could also now detect a pair of recognizable odors: perfume and alcohol. A glance to the left showed the faint gleam of a large bottle on the bedside table.

I started putting two and two together. Julia arrived on time to a quiet house, so she waited for me here. She was always slightly anxious about our encounters, so sneaking out on her boyfriend probably had her on pins and needles. She avails herself of several shots of liquid courage while she waits. Since traffic put me an hour behind schedule, Julia ends up dozing off.

This situation worked just fine for me. I stepped inside the room and closed the door. I disrobed in the dark and dropped my clothes to the floor. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out the outlines of different objects. I inched over to the bed and lowered myself to the mattress.

Julia showed no sign of consciousness, but the scent of alcohol on her skin suggested she was pretty far gone. I placed a hand on her back and slid it along her skin. She was warm to the touch, but showed no reaction.

I grinned in the darkness. This wouldn't be the first time I'd awoken a sleeping female to my own arousal. Plus, I'd promised Julia some special fun. Yes, this would be entertaining.

My previous fling with Julia had been fairly brief. Julia managed to go three weeks before blurting to a friend how Lana's brother had the biggest cock she'd ever seen. Given that Julia and Lana are themselves friends and run in the same circles, it didn't take long for Lana to find out. Lana was irked with me and furious at Julia, so our tryst ended abruptly.

Just before the end, though, Julia and I had tried a little bondage. Just tying one hand loosely to a bed post with a scarf while we had sex had really driven her wild. I always thought it a pity that we couldn't have experimented further. Now I had the chance.

I retrieved a set of leather wrist restraints from my backpack. The cuffs were as wide as my palm to distribute the pressure and padded with a soft, furry material that was easy on the skin. I found Julia's arms and gently brought them behind her back. I fastened the buckles, securing her wrists loosely together at the small of her back.

Julia still hadn't stirred, so I slid the sheet down past her thighs. "Naughty girl," I murmured softly as I found that her nakedness extended below the waist. I caressed her ass, slipping my right hand around the plentiful circumference. Apparently Julia had been working out. Her butt was considerably fuller than I remembered, but it was firm flesh beneath my fingertips. I looked forward to seeing her in the daylight.

My right hand continued lower and slipped between her sleepily splayed thighs. "Oh, a very naughty girl," I grinned. Julia's inner thighs and delicate folds were all slightly sticky. Apparently before she'd nodded off, she'd been fingering herself.

My own libido warmed to the idea. Despite my confidence in her desire for me, physical confirmation was still enticing. Blood began to pool in my own lower half.

I traced my index finger the outskirts of her vagina and then inward along her labia. The innermost flesh was still slightly damp, so I slid the tip of my finger in.

This time her breathing shifted and her body began to warm. I gently massaged her with the tip, prompting her to babble something. Almost sounded like a name. Joey? Bowie? I shrugged; could be anything. Probably just having an intense dream.

 

[SwanLake]

The hotel room was dark and I stood naked under the stars and lite by the backdrop of the city lights.

“Mira.”

That voice did things to me that seemed almost impossible and as much as I needed to see here I stayed still, my back towards the door. I don’t know why but I felt mad in the dream and even as her hand ran down my back I didn’t move.

Once, early on in our relationship we had shared some of our fantasies and while Zoey had mournfully admitted to not being able to fulfill any of my roughly take dreams she did want o explore some of my more mild lusts. As if yet nothing, even mild, had happened but I had hope that it would change. Within the last week Zoey had been more open with herself and with me. A shiver ran down my spine as I remember the soft, hot feel of her pussy as my finger slowly parted her lips.

“Happy birthday.”

Was it my birthday? I didn’t know or didn’t care what day it was or if she was right or wrong. My heart started to race as Zoey grabbed both my hands and held them behind my back. Her hands flexed and the pressure on my wrists tightened. I didn’t think Zoey would ever… My mind spun as Zoey’s hand ran over my ass and palmed it gently.

“Happy birthday dear Mira…” Zoey sang, her voice deep and raspy with desire.

I wanted to be annoyed, I was pretty sure it wasn’t my birthday but I was losing the will to care as Zoey bent be over the railing so my breast hung free over the bar.

“Happy birthday to…” The hand that wasn’t hold my arms behind my back caressed over my hip and down towards my throbbing need.

‘Please…’ I begged spreading my legs for her. An opening she took, her hand making a slow teasing circle before sliding in. “Zoey…” I moaned arching my back onto her finger, feeling her slid deeper into me. My eyes fluttered as my body awoke and my mind stirred. No! I tried to calm every aspect of myself and fall back into the dream. The stars started to fade into the darkness and like some city wide power outage while buildings and streets blinked and fizzled out.

I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut again my traitorous body that just seemed bound and determined to wake up. But the dream… I whined to myself still hopeful of falling back into the dream as Zoey’s exploring finger still stoked me. “Mmmm…” Moaning I reached down between my legs and urged the finger deeper.

In the distant fog of my drunken mind a red flag went up but I overlooked it and ignored it. Sure there was something wrong, Zoey would never be the one to make the first move. It was what made this dream so bittersweet. “More.” I begged of Zoey spreading my legs for her, allowing her more access. If at all possible I was going to ride this dream for as long as possible and if I was luck would find the release I has been furiously chancing before exhaustion took me.

 

[saedo]

Julia continued to mumble in her sleep. Mostly it was short phrases or single words. With her face turned away from me, her pillow muffled most of it into complete gibberish. Still, the accompanying moans suggested that whatever she was saying, she enjoying the sensation.

She wasn't the only one getting aroused, either. Listening to Julia sigh and mumble had my cock swelling along my thigh.

It was almost a pity that Julia wasn't awake to watch it. Depending on your perspective, I'd either been blessed or cursed with a ridiculously oversized pillar between my legs and girls never ceased to be surprised -- and sometimes a bit terrified -- at how much bigger it got when stimulated.

Julia nearly freaked out on me the first time. I attended a wedding at which she was a bridesmaid. After successfully chatting her up at the reception, we found ourselves a cramped little closet and I began working her bridesmaid dress up to her hips. I gave my courtesy warning that I was rather large, but she waved it aside. "I once dated a guy who was almost 9 inches," she blithely declared. But when she reached down amidst the taffeta to guide me inside her, the throbbing log she encountered made her squeal; I luckily managed to clamp my hand over her mouth so that her "Oh my God!" was too muffled to attract unwanted attention. (This wasn't my first time at a wedding reception.)

Returning to the present, I was surprised at how quickly Julia got wet. Usually she required a little more effort, but I could feel her juices dripping freely after less than a minute. By the time she was moaning aloud, my entire hand was coated.

Satisfied she was ready, I withdrew my hand and gripped her around the waist. My workout theory seemed further confirmed because her waistline was noticeably tighter than I remembered.

I lifted her hips off the bed and rotated her onto her knees. With her arms bound behind her, her forward half leaned onto her shoulders as her face was driven into the pillow. I think she might have awoken, but the pillow made it hard to hear.

I raised my throbbing shaft and guided it towards her tender flesh. In the dark, it took a short while to line everything up solely by touch. "Jeez, Julia," I grunted as the mammoth head slipped inside. Her pussy felt almost virginally tight; still, l didn't hold back. I leaned my weight into her, sinking the first several thick inches into her.

 

[SwanLake]

Everything became all too real, all too soon. Ripped from my dream like dozed off state I was awoken to something far from a dream. I would have loved for that to be Zoey behind be forcing me onto my knees but even with the added inches in her height over me, she was willowy and slim, much like a dancer or a model. Never in a million years would be have been able to position me with such ease.

“Mumfuack!” There was real fear now, I couldn’t use my arms and after a second or two of struggling I came to realize that I was bound in cuffs. What the hell was happening?! Frantic I tried recalling the events of the night. I had made it home, masturbated for what felt like ages and then fell asleep. So who the hell was this person- guy, definitely a guy! I would have guessed that the hardness I felt was his fist but he had both hands firmly gripping my hips. “Stoup! Wailt!” I screamed into the the pillow, the words failing to be understandable even to my own ears and I had been the one who spoke them.

I fought the contact trying to keeps my hips from his but it only seemed to help him line himself up. “SHATEE!” The fear and anger was blotted out by pain. Even with as wet as I was he stretched me out past my limits. I have never in my life had something so wide in me. Mr Bob was only an inch wide and even my thickest dildo strap on was only an inch and a quarter. I didn’t know what size he was he was but it was more than my strap on and I breathed as deeply as my ragged breath and pillow would allow.

“Argah!” This was too much and like the drunken fool that I was, I took as deep of a breath as I could and threw my body back. I expected the pain to be blinding, to rip me in two but it was fading, more of a dull throb than a sharp flaming tearing. The movement wasn’t much but it gave me the opportunity to roll my head forward, tuck my chin in and arch my back. Sure the tradeoff was more pressure on my neck but at least I was free of the suffocation of the pillow and could talk.

I needed so say something, to stop this but first I needed to air to speak. I gulped in air like a greedy person and filled my lungs with the cool oxygen. It was an act so natural but yet changed as every slight movement of my body seemed only to highlight the intruder miraculously shoved into me. More accurately, still being shoved into me.

“Fuck~” All the air in my lungs passed from my lips in a moan. Shit, did I really moan? A chill ran down my spine and I tried rolling my shoulders to gain more room to move but his weight prevented much more then what I feel I had stolen. As he bottomed out, maybe him in his length but in my depth, I felt tears dampen the pillow as my whole body betrayed me with the most intense orgasm in my life. “Fuck~~” My mind was at a loss for words as my tunnel milked the solid steel length inside me, my hips rocking and entire body shaking as I fought to try and breathe. The curse dwindled into an animalistic moan as slowly my body came back to life.

Surely it had to be the previous hour long session before this had that set me off. Surely it wasn’t this stranger’s dick that was the cause of such a powerful orgasm. Surely not all dicks were like this one. Surely I’m bound to stop saying surely, right?!

“I…” My voice trembled and I sucked in a hitched breath of air fighting for control. “I don’t know who Julia is.” I said in one breathless rush, my body betraying me again with a violent jerk.

 

[saedo]

Julia awoke immediately as my cock forced inside her. She screamed bloody murder, but the noise was substantially muffled by the pillows. Her attempts to struggle were also hampered by her bound wrists. Unable to use her arms, she was pretty much helpless.

Her pussy fought me the whole way. I had to really lean into her to make progress. I enjoyed the hell out of it. "Yeah! Like that!" I encouraged.

I bottomed out a bit shy of full penetration, but I knew that I wasn't done. I could probably stretch her enough to get the last bit. But if I had to batter my way through her cervix to fuck her womb, I would. I was enjoying Julia's pussy far too much to stop.

Julia apparently had missed my cock far more than she'd admitted on the phone. I'd barely touched bottom when her pussy convulsed around me. Her lower half undulated several times as she came and came.

"Damn, Julia," I declared when her tremors ceased. "You really needed that, huh? '

Julia grunted something inaudible, then heaved her upper body out of the pillows. Given that she couldn't use her arms, it was a fairly impressive display of her athleticism.

While momentarily suspended, she gasped for air and then said, " I. . . I don’t know who Julia is "

I raised a curious eyebrow. Wanting to hear more, I shifted my hands from her hips to her upper body. I pulled her upright till her back and bound arms were against my torso and she could maintain her semi-vertical orientation.

In doing so, I noticed still more differences. In addition to Julia's ass being rounder, her waist thinner, and her pussy tighter, my hands revealed that Julia's tits were bigger. Julia had always had a nice handful, but the two mounds I'd brushed past were well into "Holy cow!" territory. Additionally, when the dark outline of Julia's head swung towards me, it was noticeably below my chin. Julia was now inches shorter.

I came to a swift realization: either my memory of Julia was completely wrong, or my cock was impaling a complete stranger.

A second realization soon followed: I didn't care.

"That's okay, sweet cheeks, " I growled in her ear. "We don't need names."

I shoved her back down till her face was buried in the pillows. I rested my left hand at the back of her neck to pin her down as I began to stroke into her.

 

[SwanLake]

Like that? The encouragement about set me off, I wasn’t doing anything but trying to resist. This wasn’t planned, I didn’t know who this was and this wasn’t invited.

And yet his next words were only too true. I had needed that. More than I wanted to admit, I had needed that, craved it and he had given it to me. This stranger in the night. Guilt filled me, I tried to hide behind the defense that I had dreamed it was Zoey, had thought it was her until… That didn’t excuse my physical reaction. I had never in my life been so filled, stretched and used. It was what I fantasized about and the stories that got me off the quickest but it was only meant to be a fantasy. I hadn’t expected the reality to be even better.

Zoey. That shame washed over me again as I felt my body betray me, throwing me into the wild waves of a long needed orgasm. Oh fuck! I bite my lip hard guessing that in the morning it would be puffy and bruised but I didn’t want to give the stranger audible confirmation that I was enjoying this. Not that he could have missed the way my pussy tried to milk him dry.

I was breathless from a single stroke and panted like the pathetic bitch in heat I had turned into. I hated myself and the way my body responded to this man in the dark. The shiver that ran down my spine as his large calloused hands moved over my body. The tightening in the pit of my stomach as he easily pulled be back against him. The lack of breasts pillowing my back didn’t even offend me, instead I found the coarse hair upon his muscled chest to be pleasurable.

The moment of realization was suspended in time and for a heartbeat a million and one different thoughts and emotions overcame me. I was pissed, who broke into a house and fucked a sleeping stranger?! I wanted my hands free so I could beat the shit out of the unknown man. Fear quickly followed, what if he kidnapped me? I’d like to see him try, another part of me challenged. More than anything I worried. What if this stopped? The thought should have disgusted me but I wanted more. I would lie if anyone asked but I knew the truth. If he took his cock out I would beg for it and that worried me just as much as him continuing.

Sweet cheeks! I instantly hated the nickname and had been about to tell him off when I was once again pinned down to the bed. “Fuc- muph!” The venomous curse word swallowed by the pillow once again. But I hadn’t really meant that, had I? My anger came from the wetting effect his growl had on me. That animalistic sound that promised more, much more.

I was back to wanting to fight but I didn’t have it in me, not really. I wanted to feel him slowly pull out and shove deep and true. Forcing more of that steely length into me until he was ass to balls.

Seriously what is wrong with you?!? Anger flared to light again as he pulled back. I wasn’t just some pleasure toy, I was a woman deserving respect, a taken woman to boot. Curling my hands into fists I threw my hips forward trying to slide him from me. It didn’t work, I knew it wouldn’t. The way he was pressed into me, his hand at the back of my neck coupled with his length, there just wasn’t enough room to escape. Twisting my hips gained just as much, nothing and with little air within the confines of my dense pillows I was once again panting. For reasons not nearly as fun as before.

Fighting the pillow now I turned and bit, pulled and twisted enough that it created the tiniest of channels, allowing fresh air into my lungs. Unfortunately not enough of a draft or allowance for speech. Just as well because I had nothing to say to the man. Even with that in mind my next lungful for I used to curse him and insult his manhood. “Small pricked asshole!” I growled, my words muffled by my pillow. “Just you wait!” I promised trying once again to throw my hips around in the quest for freedom.

 

[saedo]

Not-Julia bucked against me after I bent her back down to the pillows. A stream of indecipherable sounds percolated up from the shadowy outline of her head. I couldn't see who I was fucking and I could scarcely hear her through muffled bedding. I found myself really enjoying the mystery.

I would have had a great time, regardless. Not-Julia's pussy was definitely too small for me, but the level of enthusiasm she showed more than compensated. Even with her arms restrained, she writhed against me with impressive strength and flexibility. Her drive to bury me as deep as possible was remarkable.

Plus, I'm always fond of noisy orgasm and Not-Julia was quite vocal. She'd cum three -- or was it four? -- times and each time unleashed a squealing, gasping, moaning performance that was audible despite the pillows.

I'd have gladly pounded her to still another had her snug little vagina not felt so fucking incredible. Her muscles milked my cock till I could take it no more. I roared like a horny bull as I impaled her one last time and exploded within her. Jet after thick jet of hot cum fired from me till I wondered if her belly must be swollen from it.

"Ahhhhhhh," I sighed with a bass rumble as I rested my hands on her hips. "I really fucking needed that. Fuck, that was good!"

 

[SwanLake]

I almost wanted to cry, but from what I honestly couldn’t say. I didn’t want to enjoy this but I was. There was something to be said about not knowing. Wither that was a good thing or not was another question entirely but for now my body had overwhelmed my mind and I was lost to the physical pleasure and exchange.

I don’t know if he ever managed to fix within me and I didn’t care, I was enjoying it and from the steady pumps of his hips, he was too. The roar caught me by surprise, and the rough thrust forced me deeper into the pillow and I screamed as he found a new depth to my pussy. The heat of pain walked hand in hand with the electric bliss of yet one more orgasm. If it was possible, and I hadn’t thought it was, he swelled to almost painful girth before pulsing. He was cumming and I should have been afraid since I wasn’t on birth control but instead it turned up the intensity of my own climax.

With every jerk and thrust of his hips I was rewarded with another hot lash of cum filling my unprotected pussy. In turn my cunt kneaded his shaft with intent, coxing more out of him until I was filled past my limit and our mixed juices oozed out around him.

It was good and I had need it just as much it seemed. Distantly I thought of how I have just cheated on Zoey but I quickly moved past the thought and rolled my shoulders. “Free me.” I breathlessly demanded when my face was clear of the pillow.

 

[saedo]

"Free me," the mysterious woman with the delightful pussy gasped.

"Perhaps," I replied. "But first, let's turn you over." Even somewhat softened, I didn't think this maneuver wise to attempt in near darkness while I was still inside her. "I'm going to pull out of you," I cautioned. "Squeeze down a bit as I do or you're going to have a real mess on your sheets." Girls are always surprised at how much I can cum.

I felt my cock slip free from her with an audible pop and her accompanying sigh. I then rolled her over and managed to prop her up on a few pillows. I did not, however, unfastened the leather straps.

It was still far too dark to see anything but vague outlines of shapes. I positioned my body between her thighs and let my plump cock drape across her belly. Was it my imagination, or did her abdomen feel slightly rounded -- perhaps a bit stuffed with my cum and her juices?

My hands explored her torso as I adjusted her position and whistled softly as my fingers encountered her breasts. "Damn! You're fucking huge!" I marveled as I tried to cup the firm flesh. I spent a minute teasing her swollen nipples.

"I don't know who you are," I declared at last, "but you are an awesome lay. Judging by how hard you came, I think you might agree. So I think in a few minutes, I'd like to fuck you again."

 

[SwanLake]

“Perhaps!” It hadn’t been a request yet this man took as one. His cautioned words were almost thoughtfully, too bad I didn’t care and totally ignored him accepting the mess I would later have to clean. Either way these sheets were going to be burned.

The moment he pulled out I felt the warm ooze of fluids run over my skin and hated the way my pussy tightened.

Being manhandled again, I was turned and flipped and neatly arranged on my pillows. The man knew no bounds as he once again climbed between my legs and flopped his cock on my belly with.

“Seriously?” I chuffed at the way he felt such freedom with my body. It was a weakness, my nipples and against all sense I was melting under his touch. My nipples hardening to fat little peaks. Traitors. “Says you.” I sigh, a comment on the sticky mass resting on my abdomen.

Well wasn’t he a gentlemen, giving me a moments rest before he did as he pleased. “If I told you who I was would it matter?” I asked already knowing the answer because he all but said so not that long ago. I wasn’t going to argue the awesome part and I was sure as fuck not going to return such compliment. “More than that what if I say no and I once again demand my release?”

 

[saedo]

If I told you who I was would it matter?

"You make a good point," I replied. "With tits like those and a pussy like that, you can pretty much call yourself whatever you want."

I pushed her mammoth breasts closer together, providing more pressure on my cock. I clearly had been neglecting myself judging by the speed with which my cock began to recover. Usually I need longer before my cock is hard again, but it was already starting to swell again.

What if I say no and I once again demand my release?

I grinned in the darkness. "You're funny, but you talk a little too much." I gripped her lower jaw gently between finger and thumb and tugged her lips apart. "Open wide," I suggested, thrusting the precum covered helm into her mouth.