ld several round tables, set up in a circular formation. I tried to go back to reading my book, but every time I looked up she was looking at me.

Her eyes were astonishing; they were large and cat-like, with yellow-gold iris and large black pupils, her eye lashes were long and arced upward, framed perfectly by her thick black frame glasses. After about an hour I decided it was time for me to leave. A day passed before I went back to the library, but when I did I saw her again! I tried to read my book, but this time I couldn't pry my eyes from her. I watched her as she walked around the room, from shelf to shelf, pulling a book off the shelf, reading a few pages, then putting it back in it's place. She was in the Science Fiction section, referred to be most as "Weird Fiction" a place were HP Lovecraft as shelved, as well as a few Edgar Allen Poe Books, among other authors.

After a few moments she walked up to me. I was hypnotized, she had long back hair; complimenting her yellow eyes, she had a silver loop in her left nostril; drawing attention to her small turned up button nose, she was wearing blue jeans and a dark blue tank top; accentuating her perky size B breasts. "Here." was all she said at first, handing me a book. I looked down, "Dreams of Terror and Death," I said, reading the title of the book out loud, "Yea, you remember you let me take it out before you?" she said, putting her left hand on her hip, shifting her weight to her right foot. "Yea, I remember," I started, the hypnosis she put over me fading. "What did you think?" I asked her about the book, "It was good, even though it was more fantasy than horror, it was still haunting and bone chilling," she said, as if she was a critic, "But that's my opinion." she added.

I laid the book down on the table, looking at the dull cover, crimson read, the words "Dreams of Terror and Death" etched into the cover in gold. "Would you care to join me?" I asked her, pulling a chair out for her. She grabbed the back of the chair and slid in beside me. I sat up a little straighter, "So you like Lovecraft?" I asked, trying to strike up the first conversation. "Yea, I think he's probably my favorite, and in my opinion the best." she said matter-of-factly. I lifted one eye brow to her, "I enjoy Lovecraft, but I prefer Poe, all of his stories are classics." She relaxed a bit, and slid down a little in her seat, I felt like she would be here for a long stay.

We sat at that table all night talking about literature; our favorite authors, things we had written about, paintings, and all the other finer things the world had to offer. Once the library as closing we said our good-byes, "Will I see you here tomorrow?" she asked me before parting ways with me, "If you're lucky" I said jokingly, "What time?" she pressed, I looked her squarely in the eyes, "What-ever time you want..." "Okay, I'll be coming here around one o'clock." she said, "I'll see ya tomorrow." she waved walking away.

The next day came, and so did one o'clock surely enough. we met and sat at that same table, stacks of our favorite books around us. We spent that entire day talking, as well as most of the following week. The more her and I talked the more sexual and devious our conversations became. Finally after two weeks of meeting at the library she asked me "Wanna come over to my place?... It'll much more quiet than a crowded library." I looked around, there was only one other person in the library besides us, the clerk. Either way I took her up on her offer. We walked down the streets of Chicago, talking and chatting on the way. She was renting an apartment, "I tried to get a room on the 13th floor, but most people are so superstitious they don't make 13th floors." she was restating something I had already known, but I nodded and tried to look interested, like I was hearing something new. We were riding the elevator up to the 16th floor, "So, you don't seem to work much, how can you afford an apartment up here?" I asked. "Well I'm up here for college, my father is paying for my college, and also my apartment expenses.

When we came to her apartment she looked at me strangely before sliding the key into the keyhole. Her apartment was rather clean, her dark green walls were filled with paintings. I noticed several pieces by William Blake, and even a few paintings by No-Names obviously inspired by HP Lovecraft. She had large Entertainment-center, originally made for televisions, stocked with books, and loose-leaf pages of paper with poetry scribbled on them. "I like your apartment." I said, looking around, still, at the paintings, and reading the spines of the books on her shelves. "Television is a beast that consumes the minds and intellect of humans, It shall not have mine." I said turning to her, quoting one of my philosophers. "It's like you read my mind." she said, laughing as she sat on her plush couch. Her couch was on the wall parallel to the wall with the entertainment-center on it, leaving the window to the right open. To the left of the couch was a wall broken by a small open window, open for a bar. In the window as her kitchen, barely 10 square feet in the entire kitchen. Also on the wall with the window to the kitchen was a Queen sized bed, covered with down quilts and over stuffed pillows. As I sat down she stood up, lighting several candles around the room.

She turned the electricity off and sat back down beside me. "I prefer to read by candle light." she said, taking up a book from the off side of the couch. She sat the book between the two off us. I put my hand on the spine of the book, and she laid her hand atop mine. With her forefinger and middle finger she stroked the backside of my hand.

I could feel the blood rushing to my head, I knew I was blushing, but I could tell she couldn't see it in the dimly lit room. I helped her up and she sat on my lap, her legs draped across myself and the length of the couch. We kissed heavily, lips and tongue entwining, lost in the moment of lusty passion. As I held her I slid my hand under the back her shirt, caressing the small of her back, moving up slightly, running my fingers up the concave grove her spine created. I made no move to her bra, not wanting to seem too eager. I started kissing her neck, moving down to her collar bone, "Unhook my bra..." she said, breathing heavily as I sucked tenderly on her neck. I slowly moved my fingers lazily over the back of her bra, finding the 2 clips keeping her breasts contained in this bra. I moved my hands over it and with ease unhooked them both. She slid her bra out from under her shirt and tossed it on the floor. As I continued to kiss her neck she unzipped the jacket she was wearing, revealing a small black t shirt, with no logo or decal present. She slid the shirt off over her head and tossed it on the floor, next to the bra.

I moved back down from her neck to her collar bone, and then to her chest, slowly caressing and kneading her breasts before kissing them lightly. In my mind I remembered how stupid people looked licking and sucking one the nipple, so I forced myself not to, trying to keep my composure. She took hold of my shirt by the underside of the sleeves and hoisted it over my hand and onto the floor. We kicked our shoes off climbing into her bed. The mattress seemed to form a groove around us and we sunk in the middle together. I pulled her belt off and she pulled mine off, she unzipped my pants and I hers. She pulled my socks off using her toes, and I sat up, taking hold of her leg. I kissed it from thigh to calf and took her sock off with my teeth, and doing the same for the other foot. Still sitting up I pulled her panties off and she sat up, and pulled mine down to my knees, which I was more or less standing on. I slid them off the rest of the way and threw both my boxers and her panties to the ground, with our pants, shirts, and her bra.

We we lost in the lust of unholy passion. As she laid back, her legs spread, I plunged my throbbing member into her wet, hot womanhood. She moaned with pleasure and shivered with excitement as I pushed in and pulled out, and did it again and again. As I was laying over her, my arms planted on either side of her, hold me up, she put her arms around me. She was caressing my back at first, running the tips of her fingers over my back, up and down my spine, giving me chills. Soon though, she was putting pressure on her hands. It wasn't long before her moderately lengthed finger nails here dragging cross my back, leaving welts in their wake. As she moved over and over my back she began to draw blood, and at first it was painful, but now I was drawing sexual gratification from it. It was turning me on all the more!

I bent low and kept kissing her. Her velvet lips, her supple neck, and her firm luscious breasts. She was moaning, breathing heavily, and writhing in pleasure bringing her to sweat. I licked the sweat off her neck and chest, like the sweetest of any nectar. I could feel the juices of her pleasure running down my leg, it was a warm trickling sensation, very pleasurable. Finally I grabbed her and I flipped us over, I as laying down and she was sitting on top of me, sliding up and down. I put my hands on the upper part of her hips, on her stomach, helping up to move up and down easier.

We were both sweating and breathing heavily when finally we came together, in a moment of lust being unleashed onto the world we were entwined, bound together, by the pleasure that binds us all to this world....

were black and gray stalactites, glimmering, adding to her mysterious beauty. Who was she? Who painted this picture?

I went into the antique store and swooped down to the painting, it costs two hundred and fifty dollars, I paid for it, and it was money well spent. I carried the painting home at my leisure, and once I arrived I placed it beside my bed, while I was scouting for a nice place to hang it.

I pulled an end table from beside my couch, the painting was at least 5 or 6 feet tall and I wanted to make sure there was nothing obstructing the view. I hammered two large nails into the wall and hook some picture wire onto the painting. It took me a minute or two of fumbling with the painting before I had it hanging lopsided on the wall. I straightened it out, and for some reason the beauty of this woman seemed even more alluring. I placed the end table to the side of the painting, and put the nails and hammer away.

I was a bit tired so I undressed and climbed into the shower, I always enjoyed taking a nice shower before retiring to bed. As I was washing myself I heard some sort of noise, it wasn’t a banging or thud noise, it sounded like whispers and low breaths. I climbed out of the shower and walked through the house, looking for the source of the noise. The apartment was empty, maybe its someone next door, or upstairs, I thought to myself climbing back into the shower. Just as I was lathering up the soap it came again, breaths and whispers. I listened hard and tried to find out where it was coming from, or at least to hear what they were saying. The voices sounded like they were coming from all around me, up down and even from behind me. I listened carefully, but I couldn't’t tell what they were saying, it sounded like it was speaking a different language, but it wasn’t Spanish, and it wasn’t French, it was something I had never heard before, probably someone’s television is on, I said out loud trying to reassure myself.

I washed off and climb into bed, I grabbed the remote and tuned the television on, a small bit of noise from the television always seemed to help me nod off. Surely enough I was fast asleep. I was awoken but a noise, I jumped out of bed, it was a loud noise, like someone dragging a chair across the floor. The end table next to the painting was pushed out by at least a foot. There was nothing around, nothing that would movie that table that far. I went back to bed and only a few minutes the same thing happened, except the table was pushed out nearly intro the middle of the room. I called the handyman and asked him to come up and take a look around, maybe for something that could be doing this.

He came up quickly and I let him in. he and I started moving furniture trying to find maybe a rat hole or something I suppose. We found nothing.
“Maybe it’s just your imagination.” he told me as he was leaving.
“I don‘t know what it is.” I said aloud, more to myself then to him.
I laid back down and this time I went through the remainder of the night without so much as a noise. I got up and went to work, just like the usual day.

I came home straight from work and found my apartment in ruins. The shelves hanging on my walls were laying on the ground, and my clothes were out of the drawers torn asunder, my mattress was over turned and the stuffing as hanging out. I called the apartment manager and had him call the police.

The police arrived and started looking around the place, looking for evidence or fingerprints I suppose, I don’t quite know how policemen work. They took a few items and left my apartment, they gave me a card to call.
“we’ll be in touch if something comes up, thank you for your cooperation.”
I slowly took the card and read it, “yea, thanks.” I said not looking up.
I was so tired I went straight to bed.

As I lay sleeping softly in my bed something, some sort of life form crept across the room and to the side of my bed. I could feel someone looming over me and my eyes snapped open, my mouth dropped open as well. It was the woman from the painting, her magnificent wings folded neatly on her back. I looked up to her in awe from the mere sight of her beauty, just as she was in the painting she was clad in bare skin, nothing aside from the graceful tattoos up and down both her arms and legs.

She smiled a beautiful wide grin, and suddenly I felt at ease within myself, cozy and comfortable. She grabbed my hand and helped me climb out from under the blankets and sheets on my bed. Slowly we walked across the room, nearing the empty picture frame where she once stood. Just inches from the painting the phone rang, I blinked, and she was gone. I was standing in the middle of my room, near the painting, where I had been with her. I jumped over the bed and grabbed the phone.
“Franklin, this is James.” the voice on the other end of the telephone said.
“Yea, hi,” I replied groggy , “what do you want ?”
“sorry I hadta call you so late,” he started, the excitement in his voice building, “I got tickets to that concert on Saturday!” he shouted at me, his voice exploding in joy.
I gave a slight chuckle, he had been trying to win tickets to a concert, that would be on Saturday, for weeks.
“how did you pull that off?” I asked
“I know, it was sold out right? Wrong, this late night radio show was giving them away to the 6 or 7 or 12 caller or something like that, I called in and won.”
“okay dude, we’ll go on Saturday, yea?” I said trying to get off the phone quickly.
“Hell yea dude, its gonna be awesome.”
“alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I sighed and dropped the phone no the receiver, and my mind was drawn back to my dream, I was sleep walking, right?
It was 4 O’clock in the morning, so I started a pot of coffee and started getting around, taking a shower tog et off to work.

That evening when I got off work I went out for a drink with James to celebrate his winnings, then I went home. It was late so I decided to get to sleep, the next day we would be going to the concert hall. I laid down to sleep, but tonight I was feeling a bit uneasy, I had never had a reoccurring dream, so I didn't think I would have that creepy dream again, at least I hoped I wouldn’t. I slowly nodded off to sleep, and inevitably was awoke by the noise of the end table scraping across the floor.

When I opened my eyes she was already standing over me, smiling her beautiful smile. I took her hand and climbed from the bed again, I felt great, I wanted nothing more then to go with her, I want her. I wanted to caress her with my hands, and I wanted to explore her soft body with my lips and tongue, I felt like I was under a spell.

We climbed through the frame of the painting and into a dark place, it looked like a cave of sorts, but the stone was shining and silvery, like adamantine mithril. There was no light source within the cave, but still the stalactite shone and glittered.

She laid me down on her floor and started exploring my body with her hands, slowly she pulled off my shirt and sleeping pants, and wasted no time in pulling off my boxers. She and I were naked together and I had never felt more right, I felt safe in her arms, I felt safe under her black wings.

As she caressed my neck with her lips and tongue I could smell something, it was the smell of a light rain, light and sweet. She felt warm, even hot, to the touch, and she was laying right on top of me. As her and I made love her giant black wings enveloped us. She climbed on top of me and impaled herself on my rock hard throbbing cock. Sex had never felt so good or so right. Her pussy was tight and wet, her juices were warm and thick, then they ran from her vulva. As she slid up and down, up and down, her juices slapped and splattered around us, her ass was sticky and wet with her down juices and her pale white skin glimmered in the light reflecting within her wings.

The more she rode atop me the tighter her pussy seemed to get, and it felt great, the friction was red hot and so was her cunt. But as she still rode atop me I felt myself getting weaker, more tired, soon I was laying there, motionless, and she just kept riding it. As soon as I felt I was about to cum she jumped off my cock and started sucking it, licking it and massaging it. I popped out, and she slurped it up, even licking up the dots of cum on my stomach and her breasts.

The sweat on her breasts was shining and glittering in the impossible light, filling me with terrors so exciting no mortal man could imagine them without witnessing her first hand. The light bouncing around inside her engulfing wings danced on her breasts with the shadow, hypnotizing me.

She climb back on my cock, but instead put it in her ass, it was even tighter then her pussy, and like her pussy got tighter the more she sat on it. It was warm and velvety, and it felt so right. There was a warmth in my stomach, growing, and it felt so good, so right, it was nearly orgasmic.

She slid up and down just as she did before, but this time I took pleasure in noticing her breasts, ample and swinging freely. Bouncing freely, and captivating my mind. I looked into her eyes, her dark glowing eyes, she had no white in her eyes, she had no iris either, just a large black pupil, but with the light glinting it was irresistible. I was breathless, and as I got weaker she seemed to get more aggressive, and stronger. It was probably my mind playing tricks on me. But I could hardly thing then, I had nothing on my mind but this woman, her beauty, and her perfection.

I felt as I was going to cum again, and again she knew it, she climbed off and started licking and kissing my cock until I reached climax. She ate all my cum and sucked off the drops that she had missed.

Finally she took my long hard cock into her mouth, swallowing it with ease. She pulled it out and took it back in, deepthroating it, it felt so right, it felt so good, I never wanted it to end. I was becoming intoxicated off her, like a high proof liquor, my mind was gone and I was out of it, I wanted nothing more then to please the devil goddess. She sat back and spread her legs for me and I put my face in her groin and started kissing her pussy. I licked her lips and nibbled on her clit, I buried my tongue in her vulva and licked her ass hole lightly with my tongue.

She felt so good. She felt so right….

s a scarecrow. There's a restroom, I can change in there. I duck into the bathroom, a unisex one, it's dimly light like the rest of the school. It's a relatively large room, maybe 30 by 30 feet, there are urinals against the left wall, and stalls against the right, between them are sinks with mirror. A few feet away from the sink, near the center of the room, there are a few long thin benches along the length of the room.

I lay my bag on one of the benches, and sit down beside it, I start untying my boots, getting ready to change for the party. I pull my boots off and lay them down under the bench. As I do this someone pops their head in, looks around, and withdraws, "Hey!" I shout to the person, "Don't worry, I'm the only one in here, plus it's a unisex bathroom." The person sticks their head in again, and finally walks through the door.

She's short, and pretty cute. She has cute little blue eyes, magnified by her small black-framed glasses, and long curly hair; blonde. "Hi." she says in a way of comfort, she's apparently not shy. She looks about 5'1'' or 5'2'', but she's not thin, though she's not fat, she looks somewhere in between. She looks like she's got a perfect little body under her green striped T-shirt and faded jeans. "How's it goin'?" I ask casually, tucking the shoelaces into my boots before I slide them under the bench, "Could you remind me I put those under there?" I ask motioning toward the boots, "I'd like not to forget them." She smiles and nods before sitting a little green bag on the bench next to the one I'm sitting on.

She sits down beside her bag and starts taking off her shoes, similarly to what I'm doing. I start taking my watch off just before she does the same, "So what are you dressing as?" I ask,  tryng to start up a little conversation, I feel the need to break the silence, it's a bit annoying. She looks at me and smiles, she has a cute smile, she has pouty lips that thin at the edges, and when she smiles the edges curve up into a cute little grin.
"Well..." she says looking at her bag, "I'm dressing as a witch."
"Like what kind?" I ask, not looking up.
"Like a good witch." she says, looking at me with her little grin.
"Like... The Wizard of Oz?" I ask, now looking up.
"Yea,likeGlenda."
"Well,  thats a coincidence," I say, finally returning her smile, "I'm dressing like the scarecrow..." I pause for a second, thinking about what I just said, "I know it's not very original, but I liked the idea."
"Well, if it works for you, go for it." she continues to smile as she stands up.

I do the same, but she starts to pull off her socks, I turn around and reach into my bag, finding my costume shirt. I find it, a tattered shirt with bits of straw sticking out. I start to unbutton my shirt. She steps around the bench and steps up to the sink, washing her hands, and checking her hair a little bit. I slide the shirt off around my arms and lay it on the bench. She turns and comes back to the bench, apparently her hair was satisfactory. But instead of sitting on the bench with her cloths she sits down on the same bench as me, though on other side of my bag. I am a little excited, but I don't say anything, I just keep undressing. I keep standing while I pull my undershirt off over my head, messing my hair up a little bit.

After I take off my shirt I can see her looking at me through the corner of my eye, "So, what's your name?" I ask, turning to her, my shirt still off, "I haven't seen you around here before." She takes her gaze from my torso and pulls it to my face, "My name is Bethany, I've been around, I guess you haven't been looking hard enough." She smiles, finally standing up. "I guess not." I say, looking around for my scarecrow shirt. "My name is Benjamin." I state, meeting her eyes with a smile.

Bethany looks around for a second, then proceeds to pull her shirt off. She has a flat little stomach, and nice perky breasts, they look a little large, but are held back by her little green bra. I have to sit down. After admiring her nice little body I got a little too "excited", I've got an 8 1/2 inch erection protruding from my pants, and since I'm not wearing any underwear there is nothing to hide it or restrain it. She looks over at me when I abruptly sit down, "Is everything alright?" she asks, looking a little concerned. "Yea," I tell her setting my hands on my stomach, "I've got a little stomach cramps."

She smiles and sits down beside me, pushing my bag to the side. She pushes her hip against me, and looks me over once or twice. Her eyes land on my groin the third time over and she smiles. I feel my face getting hot, and my neck is warm, I know that I'm blushing. "What..." my voice cracks a bit, "What's wrong?" I ask, coughing to straighten my voice. I look down at my groin and see that my erection is clearly visible through my flimsy slacks, my cock is pointing straight out, and even I have to admire how big it is. He smiles wider and leans against me, pressing her breasts on my arms, and this just makes matters worse. I can feel my cock throbbing.

"It's just a boner..." she says smiling, running her hand up and down the length of the shaft. She rests her hand on the head and rubs is quickly, but soft, with her palm. look down at her strangely before returning her curly little grin. Her other hand slides down to my groin as well, but starts to unzip my slacks, quickly at first, but once the zipper is undone she slowly reaches inside. My cock throbs even harder when I feel her little hand wrap around it, though not totally around it, her fingers don't touch. I unbutton my pants and he lets my cock slide out; long, hard, and thick with veins.

"What kinda good witch are you?" I ask, looking her over, head to toe.
"The bad kind..." she says as she slides off the bench, kneeling in front of me.

She starts working me over, running her hand up and down my cock, leaning down and smacking the head against her lips. She smiles her wicked little smile, and I can't help but smile back. I press my palms against the bench and lay back as she sticks out her little tongue, which she runs up and down, round and side to side on my cock. She laps at my balls before taking a bit of my cock in her little mouth. Of course she can't take the full heft of my cock, her mouth seems a bit to small; but it's still very wet, soft, and warm.

She's holding nothing back, she's licking up and down my shaft, cupping my balls, and even playing around with my ass. She's developed a trifecta from paradise. She's tickling all my fancies at once, so it doesn't take long for me to reach my climax, "I'm... c-coming..." I manage to grunt just before cumming. She holds my cock by the bottom of the shaft, and pulls it out of her mouth just before I cum, letting my cum rise in jets, coming to rest on her black-framed glasses. I pant to catch my breath as she takes her glasses off and lays them on the bench, near her bag.

She reaches up from her kneel and puts both her hands on my chest, pushing me back, easing me into a laying position. I'm laying back while she gets to her feet, smiling all the while. I bring my head up a bit, just to look over my chest, I see her reaching behind her back, undoing her bra no doubt. After a small click or two she brings her arms back around and the straps of her bra slide off around her shoulders. Slowly she reaches up and grabs the bra with her forefinger and thumb, and slowly pulls the bra away, unveiling her beautiful little breasts; perky and firm, with perfect little nipples. Her gazed raises up from her bra, which she lays down on her bag, and falls back upon me; my face, my body, my eyes.

She slowly unzips her jeans, not taking her eyes off me all the while, a bit of a strip tease. She lets them slide down her thighs, past her knees, and to her ankles. She steps out of them and I notice her cute little cotton panties, light-green and tight on her rear; very nice. The jeans, tight on her butt and thighs, we now off and she had a nice set of round hips and a full little butt, this complimented her rosy cheeks and curvy smile.

Her gaze fell upon me once more as she stepped toward me, her little grin splitting open to show her pearly teeth, all straight and in perfect proportion. She bent low, peeling the panties off, then stepping closer to me, she strattles me, sitting on my stomach. I smile up at her, placing both my hands on either side of her abdomen, just above her hips. She returns the smiles down on me, running her finger tips over my chest, giving me chills up and down my spine.

She teases me no longer, she leans down and lets her feathery soft lips touch my, wetting my mouth thoroughly. She leans up, and brings her head back down. I open my mouth to meet her, letting her tongue slide in and out of my watering mouth, sliding my tongue into hers, playing with her tongue back and fourth. I lean back and run my tongue along the bottom of her slightly upturned nose, taking my turn to tease this time. She smiles as the string of saliva leading from my tongue to the tip of her nose breaks, and I smile back. She gives a little giggle.

I take my left hand from her side and run it up on her arm, sliding up and down, then onto her shoulder. I slide my hand along her neck and finally resting on her face, cradling her head along her chin and cheek. She smiles and leans back down, we kiss with fiery, lusty passion. I wrap my tongue around hers and she does the vice versa while I slide my hand down and let it rest on her breast. I bring my other hand up to rest on the other breast, slowly I knead her perky little breasts, gently pinching her nipples every now and again.

She sighs softly and I know what she's ready and waiting for.

Great music sounds in my mind while she slides back, about to position herself upon my throbbing parts. Her feet touch the ground and she sits up on my groin, pulling her cute little labia apart and letting my member ease forth into her tight little pussy. She lets herself down as far as she can, leaving maybe two inches of myself out, she gasps a bit, and sighs with pleasure.

She slides up and down, heaving in her own time, bringing herself pleasure as she might let herself. She breaks eye contact with me and lifts her head to the ceiling. Mouth agape, sighing and moaning, she keeps one her path, slide up and down, starting out slowly then faster and faster. My ears fall upon the smacking sound being made by her rump falling on my upper thighs, and this only excites my mind, bringing me that much closer to climax.

Though with each thrust and fall I am brought closer to my part I am still far off, wanting to last long, and return all the pleasures she's given me. The vigor in my bones will not fail me today, not while I have such a lovely little slice of heaven in my arms, so-to-speak. She lets herself fall once more, then sits on my lap, sighing and panting with pleasure. I lean up, off my back, and reach behind her with my hands and place one of each on her rump, helping her down, to lay back.

I push my bag of the bench, onto the floor, to make way for my little lovely. She looks up into my visage, full of passion and pleasure. I plunge myself deeper and deeper into her feminine parts, she sighs and moans with pleasure, and with each and every thrust I put myself deeper and deeper. I wonder, might I be misplacing a bit of her insides as I push in deeper and deeper, maybe pushing her stomach up an inch or two. Though I doubt my misplacing a few of her bits isn't too painful, or else the pleasure I'm giving her is somewhat stronger.

I held myself up over her with my arms, looking deeper and deeper into her eyes as I go deeper and deeper into her newly loosened pussy. She can't keep eye contact with my for longer than a mere moment or two, she's compelled to close her eyes, lean her head back, sighing and moaning all the while. The lights of the dim room, what little there were, dance with the shadows upon her heaving chest, rising and falling, letting the shadows and lights mingle in placid serenity. This only helped to bring me closer to climax.

I know that, all the while, I'm bringing her closer and closer to her climax, I can feel her tensing and loosening, moving closer and closer to orgasm with each thrust. I can sense her getting closer, her moans are now louder and closer together in timing, I'm bringing her to her climax, moving her closer, I want to push her over the edge. I bring my stamina to its bounds, I bring in harder, though still gently. "I'm... Coming-Coming-Coming" she utters between sighs and moans.

I thrust one.
I thrust twice.
I thrust a third time, I feel her tense one last time, then I can fell little squirts from inside her pussy, I can feel the juices popping out and running out, leaving the bench wet. Uh-uh-huh-uh she moans, "Oh my God" she utters once or twice, recovering from her earth quaking climax. "How as that?" I ask, looking down at her closed eye lids, "Great." she says in a sigh, her eyes fluttering open, our retinas meeting each other. "Ready for another go?" I ask, not looking away from her. "Definitely." she says, not breaking her eyes either. I stand up and back away and step. I offer her my hand, which she takes, so I help her to her feet, admiring her nice little body.

She turns her back to me and bends over, holding herself up with her hands on the bench. I put the head of my cock up against her labia, but stop when she says "I want it in my ass." I look at the back of her head for a second before pulling my cock up an inch or two putting it against her ass hole. "You're a wicked little witch." I tell her before pushing myself an inch or two into her ass. I pause for a second after I get my head into her ass, then push it the rest of the way in, or in this case leaving an inch or two out, not wanting to overwhelm her.

She moans a familiar song, familiar but still enjoyable, and I bring my thrusts in and out with the tempo of her moans and sighs. I put my right hand on top of her ass, holding her steady, and bring the other round her side, down to her crotch. I stroke at her clit, pinching it and playing around with it. I bring my face closer to the back of her head, whispering bits of sweet words I breathe and lick on her ear, nibbling on her ear lobes, heightening her senses.

Her ass is so tight and sweet inside, almost as sweet as her velvet, golden pussy. My member slides in and out, though on one back stroke I pull back too far and my cock flops out, like a fleshy spring bouncing around, slapping against Bethany's ass. "Oops." I mutter under my breath while I grab the middle of my member. I steady myself and slide my cock in again, but now my cock is too wet and there's no friction.

I reach down for my bag and pick up my under shirt. I pull my cock out and run the towel over and around it, getting rid of some of the juice, then I dab at her ass, mopping up what juice she has on her. I toss the shirt onto the ground and bring my cock back up and slid it in again. Much better. I push in, and pull out, push in and pull out, you know the same old motions again and again. It's time to make this a little more exciting. I toss in an old standby, I slap her ass once or twice, then reach up with both of my hands and cup her breasts. I start just by cupping them, but move onto kneading them, rubbing them, and pinching them lightly. I know I'm doing well, her moans are heightened, her breathing is deeper, she's loving it.

I push my cock in, as far as I can, maybe even a little deeper, right on que, when I push it all the way to the hilt, she opens her mouth wide, saying "oh...my...god..." in pure ecstasy. Her hot little ass is pressed against my groin, it feels great; she's panting, bringing my blood to a boil; she's pushing back on me and moving her butt around a little, trying to her get to touch the sides. So I end her anticipation. I pull out and push in, this time at an angle, I rub my member against the sides of her ass, bringing her blood to a simmer, just to tease her a little more.

I slow my movement down, but this doesn't sit well with her. She reaches back, behind her ass, and grabs my cock by the base, she pulls me closer, and puts me deeper inside. "Here..." I say stepping back, motioning for her to stand up. She stands and I help her to lay back down on the bench, but this time I lift her legs up, and hold them there with my right hand while I use my left to guide my cock to her ass.

We keep constant eye contact while I pump in and out, I stop on one forward stoke and push in as far as I can, again she opens her mouth, this time unable to speak. At this sight I smile, and when she opens her eyes again she smiles back, this time weakly. I know I must be getting her good. I let her legs go and they take their place on my shoulders. While I pump in and out her breasts are bouncing and jiggling back and forth, to and from. Her mouth is slightly open, she's breathing heaver still. Finally I bubble over. "C-cumming..." I mutter breathlessly. "Inside." she says, resting her hand on my right, which I have just used to grab my cock; to pull it out. So I leave it in and let it blow.

I fall back on the bench, breathless. While I sit trying to catch my breath she lays on the bench, trying to do the same. "That was great." she says, laying one of her hands on her chest, smiling wickedly... I always loved Halloween.