A Wonderful Life After Dark

“Carl, I gotta call Michael. I’m worried sick about our babysitter not being here yet.” Abigail told her husband. “Did you call her back?” Carl asked.

“Well she said she’d be on her way. And usually she’s fast. In twenty minutes we gotta leave or we’ll be late. She has to be here by now.”

“Ok, get Michael,” Carl said as he fixed the bow tie of his tuxedo before the dresser mirror.

She punched the numbers on the phone and a male voice came through after one ring. “Michael, you’re aunt Abby.”

“Oh hi auntie how are you?” Michael said.

“I’m fine, thanks. Sorry to bother you in such short notice. I need a favor from you Michael? The babysitter I hired this evening is not here yet. I wonder what happened to her. You’re uncle and I have a very important occasion to attend to and we need someone to stay in the house to watch over the kids? Would you come here please. Anyway they’re on the bed right now and sleeping. We’ll be home past 1 am I suppose.”

“No problem, auntie I can come right away. I’ve nothing important to do tonight. I’ll see you in around 10 minutes.”

“Oh terrific. Thank you very much Michael. You’re a darling. I’ll just give you what I have to give to that babysitter.”

“Keep it, auntie, I’m cool.”

“No Michael I insist, I can pay even more.”

“Alright Auntie if that’ll make you feel good.”

“Good, take care Michael,” she said sighing a feeling of relief and hung up.

Later after 10 minutes Michael arrived in his motorbike.

“Auntie, you look gorgeous!” Michael said as he buzzed her on the cheek when they met at the doorway.

“Hmmmwhaa! Good of you to make it,” she said kissing the air by his face so as not to smudge him with lipstick. “If the babysitter arrives then it’s up to you to stay or not. The money is under that lamp.”

“I’ll stay if the baby-sitter is beautiful,” he said as he walked in the house with Abby.

“Well, she is! But don’t let the devil get into you. She’s a sweet, sweet girl and I like her very much and so I’m really worried why she hasn’t arrived yet. Be nice to her Michael if she ever comes in.”

“I will.”

“Promise?”

“Oh auntie, you worry too much.”

“Oh I just hope nothing happened to that girl on her way here.”

“Oh there you are Michael. Thanks a lot for coming. I really appreciate it having you here. How are you doing?” Carl said showing up and grasping his arm and shaking his hand.

“Fine, uncle. Looks like this is some big night happening.”

“You could say that. Buzz me in case of any emergency. The number is attached on the fridge door. I need a man rather than that little girl ‘cos we’re coming home quite late.”

“Of course. Have a nice evening uncle,” Michael said and Carl nodded approvingly.

“Carl we better run along now, Michael you know your way around just feel at home ok?” Abby came back in putting a shawl over her elegant evening gown.

“Sure, sure auntie. I’ll be fine here and I’ll check on Bobby and Maryanne from time to time.”

Five minutes after their Volvo sped away the doorbell rang. Michael peered into the peephole of the door and recognized a girl with long, curly dark hair. He opened the door. “So you are the baby sitter?” he said with a spurt of surprise as she looked familiar.

“Guilty. I see that I have a replacement?”

“God, what happened to you?”

“I had an accident down the road. Two cars were chasing each other and I avoided them. My bike fell off the ravine and I was thrown out down a creek. I’m bleeding. Something pricked my bottom.”

“Oh yes, you are. Come in, come in. Any other injury?”

“Just some other scratches,” she said cutting her glance to the side of her bottom where it bled the most.

“Uncle is a doctor, we can find some medicine to fix that.”

“So you’re the nephew. I can recognize you. We’re from the same school right?” she said as she walked right in and then collapsed down to the floor.”

“Yeah, I see you around in the campus. I’m Michael,” he said and as he turned around he heard a thud. “Geez, what’s hap…!”

Michael crouched down to the floor. “Hey, hey, snap out of it. C’mon don’t die on me here.” Michael said cradling the back of her head and holding her face thrashing it side by side by her chin. Her eyes were half-closed and only the whites showed.

The girl was pretty. Her hair was a mess damped with mud and her hooded velour heather gray top suit were torn at some places. Her jeans were mixed with mud and blood that ran from around her hip.

“Should I call 911?” he muttered to himself as she was not responding. Instinctively, he placed his ear on her chest while grabbing her wrist and sensing a pulse. “She just might have fainted. Oh, Christ what’ll I have to do? I’m dumb in this kind of situation. Splash her with water? Carry her to the sofa? And soil it with blood?”

Michael thought hard. Still down on the floor, he raised one knee and rested his elbow there with his thumb between his teeth and took a once over look at her crumpled body on the blue carpet. The velour top she wore supplied his assumption that she was not wearing a bra underneath.

“Guess I’m a bit lucky tonight. I could check her boobs,” he muttered leering privately to himself. Between her drawn up hooded top and jeans circling low about her waist, her stomach and navel showed. Suddenly he was tempted to unzip her top and his hands went into action. Nervously, he choked on his drool as he carefully negotiated with the zipper.

Finally. “Oh, Christ these are pin-up boobs!” He looked at those fulsome pair warily and he was glad they were not damaged. He bent down his head and smelled the flesh of her boobs letting the point of his nose rubbed on the sleeping rosy nipple. “Hmmm, she smells like a baby.” Then he heard a muffled moan from her and quickly pulled back the zipper. “Oh babe, I’m sorry I…” he uttered startlingly as he was suddenly attacked by guilt. She was regaining consciousness. Then her eyes popped open wide. “What happened to me?”

“Are you okay? I’m afraid you fainted.” She sat up. “Ouch,” she cried and put her hand on her tush where the pain originated.

“C’mon let me help you get up,” he said and held her by the hand and shoulder. She rose up to her feet, staggering a bit.

“I need to check this thing in the bathroom. Will you bring me there?”

“Of course,” he said and led her with his one hand curled around her waist while he held her arm that was slung on the back of his shoulders. Inside the bathroom she braced her hands on the marbled counter sink and leaned into the mirror and looked at herself. Then she straightened herself up and her fingers worked on her button-fly jeans and then pushed it down revealing a floral bikini messed up with blood at the right hip unmindful of Michael staring. She lifted a bit of the panty leg at the side to look at the extent of the wound. “Could you check this if it needs stitching?”

Michael bent down a little. “C’mon take a closer look,” she said unabashedly.

“I’ll get a wet cotton to scrub the blood,” Michael said and opened a medicine cabinet to look for those first aid stuff. He grabbed an Acrinol bottle, cotton balls, a pack of gauze strips and some plasters and put them on the sink table.

Michael crouched down and stared up close at the flesh and swabbed the wound with damp cotton balls and when the blood were blotted out lacerations appeared in varying degrees of cut but not gravely deep.

“No stitching needed for this. It is just a nasty scratch. You’ll live. This would suffice,” he said showing the bottle of Acrinol to her. “I’ll apply this on then put a gauze over the scratch then plaster them presto.”

“Mind if I take a shower first before you put those on so I could clean myself and all the other scratches?”

“Go right ahead, good idea.”

“I left my backpack outside the door, could you get it please. I have some extra clothes in there.”

“Okay,” he said and got up and left the bathroom. Some sweet girl, huh. He murmured to himself.

“Thanks,” she said and stripped down her clothes all the way and dropped them on the heap on the tiled floor. She entered through the shower enclosure and scratched her pussy a bit then sniffed her fingers. Then her hand turned the knob to adjust the water temperature. The soothing warm water cascaded on her. She found not much scratches all around as she soaped her body. Only that of her butt cheek took the nastiest cut. She wondered how she survived from that fall. It was a perilous accident. She had climbed her way up from that ravine through those shrubs and thorny plants without bothering to check her bike as it was dark. The shallow creek had drenched her clothes but they somewhat dried a bit when she walked all the way to the Silvers’ house. Now she felt better and heard Michael came in with a knock and placed her backpack near the shower stall allowing himself a glimpse of her naked body through the smoky glass enclosure.

“Here’s your bag. Ah…how shall I call you?”

“Sara. Sara Melendrez. And you?” she called out.

“Michael Sanders,” he replied peering his eyes wide open through the glass until he was able to make out the faint nipples of her ample boobs and dark bush down her center as she turned to speak to him. “Thanks for the help, Michael and before you go, hand me a towel please.”

“Here,” he said handing the towel out for her as she pushed open the sliding door almost giving him a full view of one boob which bounced out.”

“Don’t mention it, thank God you’re alive,” he grinned. Oh aunt Abby, don’t go home yet, check out in some hotel with uncle and have yourselves some good time. Sara’s some babe with a body to die for. He thought to himself as he turned his back and moved out of the bathroom.

Michael called out from the outside and asked if he could get her any drink.

“Oh go get yours first and I’ll decide later as soon as I’m out of here.”

“Okay,” he said and proceeded to the bar and decided to try Scotch.

Later she was out lifting her head as she swept her hair up with her hands by the sides making the curly tresses tumble down at the back of her head. Her face was now scrubbed clean showing a nice arc of forehead, thick but trimmed eyebrows, smoldering eyes, upturned nose and angelic rosy lips. She was now wearing gray yoga pants cut at the calves and a yellow cotton top, no bra to disrupt the nice swell of her knock-out boobs.

“So what’ll you drink?” Michael asked solicitously.

“What are you having?”

“Scotch.”

“Then I’ll have the same. I could use something like that. Just like those scenes in the Wild West when cowboys take them in the bar after some brawl or gunfight.”

Michael went to the bar with an amused look and poured small amounts into two glasses.

“Michael can I ask you something directly to the point?”

“Shoot cowgirl,” he said as he handed her the drink. She took the glass but before lifting it to her mouth she shot the question. “Are you gay? I heard rumors in school you’re one of them.”

“You believe the rumors?” He asked in a gentle voice.

“I don’t know that’s why I’m asking you.”

Michael cocked a brow. “There are many gays in the school but certainly I’m not one of them. Why do you ask? Do I look like one?”

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“Hard to tell. Yes you’re right, there’s a lot of good-looking hunks in the school and what a waste. And you got a great looking bod,” she said her eyes flashing some flirty signals.

“So are you,” he jibed.

“You take a good look at me in the shower, didn’t you?”

“Can’t help it. I’m not a guy made of stone not to appreciate a piece of…ah…a human work of art.”

“To us, Michael,” she said raising her glass grinning her charming best and Michael touched it with his. “Yes to us,” he said and they both drank the amber liquid.

“Whooh, fiery, huh?” she hissed her tongue and rolled her big eyes.

“Do you drink?”

“Oh this is first time. Not bad.” She giggled, her face blushing quickly and looking prettier every inch of the way.

“How do you feel now?” Michael asked with eyes bright with optimism.

“A lot better. I won’t bike again at night. I’m lucky to be alive.”

“Aunt was worried that something might have happened to you that’s why she called me.”

She shook her head in dismay then suddenly gasped at the thought which made her hand flew up against her startled mouth. “Oh we forgot something! You’re gonna put the bandage on the scratch,” she mused out loud.

“Oh yeah, this story won’t be completed without that.”

“What?”

“Nothing, I’ll get those stuffs. It’s silly I’ve forgotten about that too,” he chortled and walked hurriedly back to the bathroom.

When he returned to the living room, she was lying face down on the sofa.

“Michael, I’m glad you’re not squeamish on blood.”

“It’s life. Proof of life. Without it then there’s death.”

“Some words to live by. You can pull down my pants. I’m in your hands,” she said with eyes closed and lips smiling feeling measurably relaxed.

Michael put the medical stuff on the coffee table and sat next to her side. Carefully, he pulled down her velvety pants up to where it was convenient for him to work on the big scratch. She had a healthy glowing pink bottom like a baby’s skin encased in a maroon thong so it didn’t hide the scratch on her ass cheek.

Michael sneaked a glance at the stairs suddenly thinking that the kids might be coming down and looking at them. Fortunately it was all quiet up there. No kid sneaking down and then he glanced at his watch. An hour had passed since his aunt and uncle had left.

“Geez, you have kissable ass, if I may be bold enough to say so.”

“Hmmm, no one’s ever kissed my ass except my Labrador pet and he licked it up while I was getting my underwear in the drawer.”

“He’s now probably missing you,” he said as he applied the Acrynol on the scratch. She giggled. “He’s an intelligent dog.”

A silent pause stretched a bit. “That’s not stingingly painful as I thought,” she said feeling the coolness of the medicine.

“Well, it’s got anesthesia in it. Your wound will heal fast with this and when you change the bandage you’ll have to apply this again until you see that it’s been dried and healing. I’ll give this to you to take home.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“There you go.”

“Will it have a scar?”

“Not if you put cebo de macho on it after it’s healed.”

“What’s that? Is that macho semen in English? Would you give that too?” she said throwing a side glance at him with a naughty look in her eyes.

Then she felt a whack on the other side of her ass cheek. “Ouch! What’s that for?” She yelled up a start.

“For giving me an uncomfortable, aching hard on,” he said scowling.

“You’re lucky. I can cure that!” she said and rolled up herself out of the sofa and stood before him, thoroughly amused. “Now sit back and relax and watch how I’ll give relief to that aching muscle,” she said kicking aside his foot to spread his legs. She hitched up her low-lung pants and dropped on her knees on the carpet before him.

“Have you done it before?” he asked eyes open wide and bright.

“Have you had it before?” she retorted posing between his legs. Michael couldn’t answer at once.

“Let’s see if its kissable too like you said about my ass.”

“Oh geez, Sara you’re making me too excited,” he said as Sara eased her hands down his belly raising up his T-shirt up and staring down thoughtfully at his bulging erection through his jeans.

“I’ll take it slow and easy, till the swelling subside,” she said with a sexy grin deftly unzipping his jeans open and slid her hand inside. “I think it had swollen very, very hard like you said. Tsk-tsk-tsk” she made that sound in her mouth making herself looking serious as she went her way through the folds of his underpants and grasped his cock. He looked away and rolled his eyes.

“Oh this is a humdinger!” she said offering him a dimpled smile. Sara used her moist curly brown hair to wrap around his now exposed cock and pumped it gently. “Geez, Sara, the kids” he said, torn between desire and caution.

“Don’t worry that’s why I’m covering it with my hair just in case,” she said and ran her tongue around the head. The head jerked responsively at the feathery moist touch of her tongue.

“Oh God! I won’t be able to stand it,” he croaked adoring her ministration and the alluring scent of her freshly shampooed hair.

She laughed and took it deep in her mouth, wetting the entire shaft and then withdrawing three-quarters of the way. She sucked the tip so hard he felt like it would fly off. “Oh Sara!” he said running his hands through her hair. “I’m gonna come now,” he breathed raggedly his face distorted with the agony of bliss.

“Oh no!” she said tasting the first spillage in her mouth. She quickly moved over to the side and scooped his spurting semen with her other hand so they won’t spill on the carpet or hit her shirt. “Aarghhh,” he grunted tensing and lifting his butt. She continued pumping him till all had pooled in her palm.

Later, as it was through, she stood holding carefully her semen in her hand like it was a C-4 bomb. “What shall I do with this? Put it in a bottle, store in the fridge and apply it later on my healed scratch so it won’t scar?” she said as her other fingers wiped off some spill outs that formed droplets at the back of her hand. Aunt Abby is a tidy woman so she thought.

“Hey I’m not a quack doctor. Pour it down on the plants,” he said keeping his cock back into his jeans.

She laughed a delicious laugh and went over to the ornamental plant and wiped her hands carefully on the big leaves. “Nice idea, look how shiny the leaves are now.”

“How was it? That’s my first if there’s any consolation to you,” she said feeling somewhat triumphant.

“Really? That’s my first too. It’s a wonderful life,” he said shrugging up his shoulders.

“Now what?” she asked.

“Go wash your hands. I’ll go check the kids first.”

“No, let me take care of that. I’m the official baby sitter. I’ll wash my hands upstairs and check on them. Now you go wash your dick or prick or whatever you call that ‘cos I’m gonna be back and I want some more.”

“Okay perhaps I’ll grab a quick shower.”

When Sara came back Michael was just getting out from the guest bathroom. “Bobby and Maryanne are sleeping and dreaming in the fairyland,” she giggled.

Michael had worn back his Diesel T-shirt and jeans but no underwear this time.

“Sara what are you doing in school?”

“Studying, of course,” she said.

“What?”

“The fine arts of giving head,” she said and laughed heartily. She looked at the nonplussed response of his face. “I’m just kidding. Look at that face,” she giggled. “I’m studying Global Dancing. And you?”

“Well, ah I’m in my junior in Business Management.”

“Hmmm, then I’ll have somebody to consult with in the future if I ever think of putting up a business. Like a school for mastering oral sex,” she said laughing again.

“You’re funny. Dancing, huh?”

“Yeah. Michael, I think I am a very good dancer. I have Latin blood coursing in me. I can do any dance in this planet and I can prove that to you tonight. So put on some music and I’ll dance, moonwalk, cha-cha, boogie or even lap-dance on you if you care to stick out your fat cock from your jeans. How about it?”

“Okay, I’m like a dirty producer auditioning you here if that’s what you want,” he said and went to the audio CD rack to find something.”

“We still have time, don’t we?”

“I guess so. It’s only about 10:30. They told me they’re gonna be back at past 1 am.”

“So we’ll still have plenty of time, huh?”

“Say, Sara how come you’re comin’ to me like you’re ah…ah an experienced girl?” He stammered.

“I’m not what you think I am. I’m still a virgin. I turned only 18 last August. After this accident that happened, I thought life is really short. We only live once so why not make the most of what life can offer. Here you are, a handsome guy, gorgeous body and cock… I could have rotten and die in that ravine for all I know without having tasted sex even once. I survived and that may have changed my attitude towards sex. Don’t you like what I’ve done to you?”
“It’s the greatest gift in my life for goodness shake! I never knew that this night God or the gods would send me a beautiful cocksucking babe and make me confuse whether I’m in love or what.”

“She smiled. You have a religious and dirty mouth. What a combination. What have you found right there?”

“Oh gotcha!” he exclaimed pulling out the CD soundtrack of the movie From Dusk Till Dawn. “I saw this film and it had good music in it. And wow! I remember Salma Hayek dancing in this movie with a guitar and song back up that is so sensual. Okay let me find that track, plunking down the CD onto the sliding tray. This is beautiful. I guess this is it, track number 13…”After Dark by Tito and the Tarantulas,” he said examining the CD sleeve at the back of the case.

“Oh is that the vampire flick of Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino?”

“Yep.”

“That’s cool. Let’s groove it on,” she said enthusiastically with hands on her hips.

“Hey, you remind me of Salma Hayek,” he said gazing into her eyes and down on her enticing boobs with two awakened dots poking the fabric.

“Do I look like her?”

“You got her height, boobs and Latin spunk and spirit.”

“I’m aware of that. That’s why I wear loose tops when Mr. Silver is here ‘cos he keeps lookin’ at my boobs. And I don’t wanna cross your aunt, she’s a nice lady.”

Michael laughed.

“Now get your drink, sit down and relax and let’s begin the show. We ain’t got all night. And I want to see that you’re junior is also watching me so bring him out!” Sara said.

Michael carried the remote in his hand and flopped down on the sofa and looked at her standing sexily over the table. “Hey where’s junior, bring him out so I can have an audience participation here.

Michael conceded and opened his pants pushed it down to his knees and touched his fat flaccid cock as if to wake him up. With his cock and balls on show she smiled and cleared away the things on the coffee table but merely pushed her Scotch glass out of the way so she wouldn’t accidentally kick it out to the floor while doing her act. “I’m ready Michael, let’s hear the music,” she said and Michael extended a hand and punched the play button of the remote for that particular track and the music came on. “Yeah this is the music,” he sighed.

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Sara began her dance, swaying her hips provocatively and proving her way to raise his limpid cock like how those towel-headed Indians would coax the snake to rise up from its hiding basket.

The slow tempo, bluesy guitar sound started to lather her lush sexy body to the sensual moves of a belly dancer. Her hands graciously demonstrated and coordinated the art of seduction with her shimmying body.

The lyrics of the song poured out from the vocalist:

Watching her Strolling in the night So white Wondering why It’s only After Dark

In her eyes A distant fire light burns bright Wondering why It’s only After Dark…

The guitar wailed into an emotional cry and Sara was so into it as she began shedding her clothes in a manner exotic dancers would do. Michael had drained his drink and apparently his exposed cock was slowly rising like the sun from the east.

Sara retained her bikini thong which incidentally looked like what Salma Hayek wore in that movie. Only Sara had more pubic hair that showed a bit at the top of her g-string as her belly undulated. Truly her boobs were captivating, almost like small balloons jiggling heavily. Her waistline was so narrow like they were confined so long into a medieval corset, but her tummy had a slight roundness and the hips were voluptuously curvy matching the shape of her bike-toned thighs that really made her whole body look like an hour-glass figure. Her butt as she turned to the side was equally prominent and they jiggled nicely like her boobs.

“Wow, I can’t believe this. Jason would go insane if I tell him about this,” Michael muttered to himself. He remembered his room mate Jason, a sex-starving creature who always talked about dreaming to get laid with some vixen with bazoombas that could get him drool at a count of three.

Sara turned around and bent a little to show her slow-swaying ass and rolled down her g-string showing her backside beaver that took Michael’s breath away. The plaster naturally marred one of her ass cheeks but nevertheless the sight was still awesome.

When she was all naked, she turned to face him and bared her dense bush at the center of her gyrating hips. With deftness and flexible body movement she reached down for her Scotch glass on the table. After several hip-swiveling, shimmying and sex-thrusting motions, she raised her right knee in front of him and poured the remaining amount of Scotch over it and the liquid ran down her shin and to her foot.

“Michael lick them before they drop on the floor,” she said offering her candyapple-painted toe like a funnel into his mouth.

Michael opened his mouth and let the trickle go in from her cute toe. And then sucked and licked the liquor from her toe and on the instep trailing his tongue upward her leg to her knee and the inner thighs until his face was brushing her wiry bush and pulling her ass toward him. Now she stood on her feet tip-toeing both or bending her knees as Michael explored her with his tongue and lips. She groaned and sank her fingers into his hair tossing her head back and loosing into the sensation of his alcohol-tainted tongue that was stinging her wet pussy.

Michael ate her voraciously like his life dependent on it. And she came with an explosive silent bang that poured out her juice to Michael’s crazed face. Her hips shuddered in dazzling undulation and she growled and growled with gratification.

After that powerful orgasm, Sara unhinged Michael from her and pushed him back to the sofa and he understood that she was now going to dance on his lap. The raw, sensual music fueled her passion as she ambled down and straddled his lap. She was kneeling on either side of him her thighs were spread giving him an in-the-flesh view of her body with some scratches on but otherwise a flawless expanse of skin. Her mammoth breasts swayed before him blurring him with dizzying desires that distracted his peripheral vision. Perching her feet on the sofa on either side of him she bent back her body like a contortionist artist with her hands on his knees laying bare before him her dark beaver and urging him to inhale her sweet arousal. His hands held her hips and slowly licked up through the furrow of her curly nest and circled his tongue around her now exposed bud of desire. She moaned the most exquisite sounds he ever heard as he sucked it in his mouth and pushed a finger into her glistening moistness. When he pulled out his finger it looked like it was dipped in oil and he put it in his mouth to taste the slick.

“Oh Michael, how does that taste?” she asked panting.

“Wow, it tastes like pure root beer,” he said.

Michael’s cock was no longer the leaning tower of Pisa but the Empire State building projecting from the cradle of trimmed dark brown hair. Sara could see his bare balls all scrunched up to his body.

Sara let Michael hold her breasts and suck her nipples taking as much flesh as he could take with untamed joy. He felt the caress of his pleasure-giving mouth deep in her heart. In return she moved down and pressed his imposing cock up against his belly and sucked his nuts one after another.

“Fuck! Yeah, fuck!” Michael growled lifting his ass off the sofa. Sara pressed him down and curled her hand at the root of his cock and she licked the underside all the way to the tip and took it all in its entirety into her mouth. Michael blabbered deliriously as she fiercely gave him head. When she pulled out for air, she leaned in to him and sandwiched his cock in between her boobs. She let him squeeze her boobs and pressed them against his cock as he bucked underneath. It was amazing to see his cock slide in and out of those balloons.

Unable to contain his excitement, Sara straddled his lap and grabbed hold of his cock and rubbed it against her most delicate skin folds. As soon as the corona was poised at the entrance of her dripping, burning, virgin flesh, she braced her hands on his head then on the shoulders, circled her hips a few times and then sank tentatively acquainting herself with the dimension, the power and strength of his desire for her. He held her waist for awhile then reached out down to the center of her with his thumb, rubbing the exposed clit and savoring that nice indescribable feeling of touching that tiny swell of a nub that could make you bite a rock. That made her more pliant enabling her to reshape, and mold herself into the steely contours of his cock. Then she moved up and down and faster when the barrier was knocked off.

Michael slammed up meeting her every delicious down thrust. Blood oozed from the bandaged wound and Michael having touched the weeping sanguine fluid thought that she bled when her hymen got broken. However as she continued hoisting up and down in a mindless ecstasy and his pelvis was moving to her rhythm, the sensation was rocking him hard to his very soul and sweeping him with intensity. He couldn’t care less of the blood. Gripping hard his shoulder, she grounded her body against him, wanting more and always more.

Having her dominated him for awhile, he flung her body on the sofa so half of her was lying down one foot to the floor while he slung the other over his shoulder. Squatting in between her, he entered her anew and continued the age-old motion of the mating rite that he was now getting accustomed to. As he plundered her tight hole her downy wet pubic hair were plastered to either side of her open pussy lips and her love juice was streaming down her ass crack and onto to the sofa. It was a good thing that the sofa was upholstered in faux leather and not some fabric that could make the blood and love juice apparent.

“Fuck me harder, Michael…I’m coming, shove it all inside, I want all of you!” she wailed with choppy breath, her flushed big boobs rising and falling, with each shallow pant and churning as his thrusts accelerated.

As Michael delved deeper into her and saw her mouth opened, gasping in sheer ecstasy, he drew himself down on her and kissed her ears, her throat and as he sped up his thrusts, her mouth. Their tongues gloriously entangled as they soared to the heights of their pleasure. Sara sank her fingers in his hair loosing herself with each thrust of his tongue and each pumping caress from his manhood.

Then she clasped his head away and…”Oh god, Michael I’m coming…I’m coming ohhhh!” she burst her words as the tidal wave of her arousal gushed from her. Michael felt her body shudder and she clutched his shoulder for support. Michael rose his face and grunted over and over until releasing a cannonade of his own arousal into her, surrendering into its long and hottest release and joining Sara into the world they both have never been. Sara had wrapped her legs tightly around him and bit her bottom lip as she stifled her scream. Deep inside her she felt the staccato spasms of his release long enough to match her own engulfing waves of pleasure.

Even as Michael collapsed on top of her he pressed his still hungry lips over hers. He could feel that he was still strongly and involuntarily pulsating inside her while her inner muscles continued to contract and milk every substance from him.

At last Michael pulled out from her with his cock bathed with their mixed substances and lay beside her.

“You just made love to me. How do you feel now?” Sara asked.

“Like I was reborn into something that up to this moment I couldn’t describe the wonderful feeling.”

“Me too. I never knew that it was this good. Sometimes accidents are not life-threatening and they can be as joyful as this. We didn’t even know each other. We haven’t dated. We never dreamed this would happen and it did. If I haven’t met that accident you’d never be here tonight and I never would have bumped and grounded on you otherwise.”

“Have you been in love before with a guy?”

“No, I think I’m still too young enough to know the difference between having a crush and being in love. Did you ever know that?”

“No. What happened tonight was like it was so natural. Like you and me getting into this physical act like we have to do it. We’re like joined together to accomplish a mission.”

“You’re right. Very natural. What time is it Michael?”

“Oh it’s half past 12. Let’s clean up and… well, I’ll take you home later after they arrived.”

“I still wanna be with you Michael. You’ve just transformed me into a woman. Can you bring me to your home?”

“I got a room mate. Let’s just check in to a hotel after we get paid for this.”

“What?” She raised her eyebrows.

“For baby-sitting.”

She laughed. “If baby-sitting could always be like this…” she trailed off kissing Michael over and over again and added, “It will be such a rewarding job.”

“Let’s go check the sleeping angels.” Michael said as they’ve put back their clothes on.

Updated: April 16, 2018 — 3:44 AM

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