“Alright class, remember when multiplying or dividing by a negative you have to without fail, flip the sign! This is vital class…extremely IMPORTANT…because if you don’t flip the sign, ALL of your answers will be wrong, you'll fail ALL of your tests, and then I’ll end up seeing ALL of you underachievers in summer school because you NEED this class to graduate. 

And some of you will not survive the near Sahara like conditions of this school during the summer with no air- conditioning—in fact I can guarantee that at least 10% of you will die from heat stroke alone and then another 10% will die from severe dehydration because bathroom and water breaks won’t be allowed. I have a feeling all of you will be very well aquainted with Depends by the time the summer is over. 

So for your sake and mine class, just flip the DAMN SIGN! It will save your life!” 

As Sister Evelyn finished her typical doomsday lecture of the day, everyone including myself was all sitting in our desks with our mouths slightly open. 

The scary thing was, no one could tell for certain if she was being serious or not. 

Shaking my head slightly, I sighed as I wearily rested my head on my desk, utterly exhausted. 

It was Friday, more than a week after my little encounter with Mr. Sex on Two (or three! *faints*) legs. 

As you could probably guess, I had gotten absolutely no sleep whatsoever these past few nights, thanks to his Royal Deliciousness plaguing my not so innocent dreams.

The other night I woke up absolutely convinced that I was not a virgin anymore. 

And last night alone, I had to take at least four cold showers. 

Four! 

Even I was starting to realize that this situation was getting way out of hand. Every day, I ran the risk of having a repeat of the “Pre-Calc” incident occur. 

At this rate I might have to relocate to Timbuktu, somewhere where no one can come up to me and say, “Hey…so is Mr. Jackson really your Daddy…? Cause we’re all dying to know.” 

I wonder if it’s warm in Timbuktu. 

Or hell. 

Cause that’s where I’m definitely headed. 

F-uck me. 


Okay Irene, seriously you need to stop. Mr. Jackson is your principal, your superior; you are NOTHING to him but a STUDENT. 

He is not your daddy…no matter how much you want him to be. 

And boy…did I want him to be. 

Anyways, girl, this needs. To. STOP. 

Now. 

As of this moment I, Irene Berry, will cease to think, dream, or even verbalize anything about all of the wicked things I would like to do to Mr. Jackson’s (hopefully!) willing person. 

Taking in a deep breath, I then sought to clear my head of all the images I had conjured up of Mr. Jackson, squeezing my eyes shut as I willed myself to remove a very stubborn image of Mr. Jackson wearing nothing but a layer of conveniently placed soap suds. 

Lord, have mercy on my soul.

After several moments, I was satisfied with my efforts and I began to scribble down half assed notes in my notebook as Sister Evelyn was now starting to eye me suspiciously. 

My notes looked something like this: 
Not flipping the sign---> Eminent doom 

I was so proud of myself. 

‘Ha…take that, distracting stimuli!’ I thought as I continued to scribble away. 

However, there was one thing I forgot to take into consideration. 

You guys remember our friendly neighborhood prostitute named Karma? 

Yeah well…she’s baaaaack. 

With a fucking vengeance. 

'Cause as soon as I began pretending to write down notes in class, I heard the telltale click of the loudspeaker, before a familiar voice sounded through the speaker. 

“COULD MISS IRENE BERRY PLEASE REPORT TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE…?” 

My pencil tip broke underneath my suddenly tight grip. I sunk further in my seat as curious eyes looked in my direction… 

“…I REPEAT…COULD MISS IRENE BERRY PLEASE REPORT TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE…” There was a brief pause, and I felt my hands grow clammy. “…IMMEDIATELY.” His voice added with a demanding urgency. 

I groaned as a wave of trepidation washed over my entire being. 

Oh f-uck me.

My legs were like Jell-O as I made my way down the long stretch of hallway, my heart rate increasing by the second. 

Why, out of all the times I could have been called down to his office did it have to be now? 

When I had finally decided to give up entertaining this thoughts about Mr. Jackson, once and for all. 

I don't even know what I did wrong...as far as I knew no more lockers had suffered the same fate as the one I had desecrated a week ago. 

Oh...shut the f-uck up Karma... 

You whore. 

I hope you die from AIDS. 

Insert smiley face. 

Sighing, I straightened up my shoulders and continued on, whispering a quick prayer. 

Cause Lord knew I was going to need divine intervention. 

Or else I was gonna rape the man.



© illusion

‘Oh god...o-ooh baby…yes…YESSSSSS...a-ah!’ I heard myself cry out as his hand suddenly found where I needed him most, his teasing growing even more relentless by the moment. He saw to it that not one part of me remained untouched.

Hell…who I was I to complain to that? Hot damn!

I was convinced that I had already been to heaven and back…and he about to send me there again…

“Oh F*ck!” I cried out as he went to work, his head eagerly diving in between my legs.

Lord…help me come out of this…alive…

In more ways than one…tee hee...

“Mmhmm…” he moaned against me, causing me to jerk at the sensation “Mmm gurl…who’s your daddy?”

When I didn’t answer him right away—I was beyond coherent thought at that point, for obvious reasons—he pulled away, his mouth glistening with my essence.

I whimpered, my listless arms fumbling as they sought to bring him back where I needed him. In a quick motion, he encased both of my wrists in his large hand and held them over my head—an action I couldn’t help but find myself turned on by.

“Say it...tell me who your daddy is…tell me how he makes you feeeeel….” He growled as his other hand lustily fondled the generous curves of my body…

Mmm…o-oh god please… Mr. Jacks—

My frenzied thoughts came to an immediate halt when all of a sudden his hand found my heat once more, and without preamble he sunk two fingers in deep….

My scream caught in my throat; making its way out as a strangled whimper instead.

Sweet Jesus…! J-just a little further and… 

“Irene!” 

My head shot up, and felt myself nearly falling out of my seat from the momentum. My eyes were wild and I rapidly blinked through my sleep fuzzy vision as a snarky voice broke through my drowsy haze. 

“Welcome back Ms. Berry…I take it that you had a very nice nap…?” 

And that’s when I realized that the highly irritating voice belonged to my teacher, Ms. Gresham. 

A teacher…who happened to teach Pre-Calculus…a class of over thirty other students…. 

All of whom, in addition to my teacher, were staring at me with varying looks of amusement and alarm on their faces. 

Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…! 

My mind crawled to a stop before it began screaming again 

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…! 

I felt my face instantly heat up and I wished that the floor would open up and swallow me whole. 

No effing way they didn’t hear me…ever since I was little I was an active sleep talker…which over the years had provided me with enough awkward and embarrassing moments to last for a lifetime. 

And now thanks to my seemingly never-ending horny state, I could also add this moment as well. 

Effing shoot. Me. Now. 

I looked up to see Ms. Gresham (i.e. Ms. Greasy Ham as she did bear an uncanny resemblance to those belonging to the swine family) with a sh!t eating smirk spreading the portly sections of her face. 

“Well, Ms Berry normally I would send you to the Principal’s office for your….rather entertaining disruption of my class. However, I get the impression that you would probably enjoy that.” 

That bitch didn’t even bother to keep the mirth out of her voice. 

By this point the class was so far gone my head now throbbed in time with the burning in my cheeks as their cackles pierced my tender ears. 

“Out in the hall, Ms Berry.” Ms. Gresham ordered, her finger pointed in the direction of the door. “And be sure to pick up a detention slip on the way out.” 

What?! 

A detention for having a wet dream?! 

Hell…I should have been compensated for the sheer embarrassment alone. 

And not only that…I did provide “entertainment”…that if anything should be a deductable on the metaphorical tax form doled out as my “punishment”. 

However, mortification overrode any indignation and I found that I was more than happy to comply with “Teach’s orders”. I rose out of my seat, my legs slightly unsteady (a repercussion from my “dream”) and upon taking several steps towards the door they wobbled and suddenly gave out. 

And I soon found myself meeting my friend Mr. Floor. 

Complete wipeout. 

My peers were relentless, and their hooting and guffawing reached a deafening crescendo. 

That’s it…I now officially have to enlist in the Witness Protection Program…or something to that effect. 

Cause my already battered reputation is now completely shot to hell. 

I scraped myself off of the floor and I hurriedly picked up my fallen books before I dashed out of the classroom, my cheeks burning with shame. 

Once I was in the deserted hallway, I sunk down to the floor, my face buried in my palms as my thoughts floated to the one person who had started this whole mess. 

That and my raging hormones. 

Well damn it…I couldn’t really help it. 

Cause since the day he first walked into this school, I’ve been completely and totally enraptured by him. 

Him being the principal of St. Francis Catholic school for Girls. 

Mr. Michael J. Jackson. 

A child prodigy, he had graduated at the top of his class from Yale at the tender age of 17 before he went on to put a serious dent in the music industry by becoming one of the youngest and most successful business men of the last decade. Known by his colleagues as Smelly, (for reasons that still have yet to be known), he became renowned for his shrewd tactics and wise investments. 

However at age 25, Michael shocked the business world when he decided that he wanted to leave the profession, to something arguably more humble in origins. 

He decided to become a school principal. 

Of an All-Girls Catholic High School no less. 

Talk about a complete 180. 

Anyhoo, his reason for such a drastic change was surprisingly simple: he wanted to be in a position where he could help the youth of today, for he felt that helping the children was his true calling in life. 

If that were to have come from some else, I probably would have snickered in my little corner, and perhaps point a finger or two at said person for good measure. 

However, because it came from him, I found that it made him all the more endearing to me. 

But a Catholic High School? 

Really???? 

Hate to break to you but, most of us ain’t exactly kids anymore. 

But whatever…I am definitely not complaining. 

Not one bit. 

Especially since he was so damn sexy it literally hurt. 

No, really I’m not kidding. 

I cannot begin to tell you how many girls ended up in the nurse’s office complaining of neck pain on the first day of school, due to the enormous amount of head turning induced by his mere presence. 

I would know cause I was one of them. 

The man was effing edible. 

No seriously; the man could put any male model to shame with his lean but wholesomely masculine physique, smooth rich caramel skin and deep, chocolate eyes that have been known to cause heightened states of euphoria through the female population 

And not to mention he had the most perfectly shaped bubble— 

Lawwwd…alright….Imma stop now… 

He even had some of the resident nuns seriously second guessing their vows of celibacy…then again so would any being with a vagina. 

Simply put, Mr. Jackson was the biggest hit around here since sliced bread. 

A real stud. 

And a real pain in my ass. 

God, I don’t know how or when the “dreams” started…I know I’ve had a crush on him since last fall. 

But as of recently, things have…well…changed for lack of a better word. 

How did he go from being an innocent (HA!) school girl crush…to well, the star of my wildest nighttime (and now apparently daytime) fantasies? 

For one, I can’t seem to get the man out of my mind. 

Mr. Jackson, normaly, is rarely seen outside of his office other than assemblies and select school sponsored events, as he usually is a very busy man. 

But sometimes I do catch him on the rare occasion of when he does venture out into the hallways of St. Francis.

And every time I see him, his eyes always somehow seem to find mine with this somehow knowing look…as if by peering in my eyes he can decipher the intimacies of my soul…or something to that effect. 

Either that or he somehow knows that I’m thinking about doing the nasty with him 99.99% of the time. 

Just with one fricken look, ya'll. 

But lately I haven’t seen him at all…anywhere. 

I suppose that’s probably one of the reasons my minds been working overtime, conjuring scenes of doing deviant things with the man. 

The human mind…amazing isn’t it? 

However, it’s tendency to get my butt in trouble still hasn’t escaped me. 

My stinkin’ life. 

You would think after eighteen years of living I’d be past this kind of anarchic humiliation….right? 

But noooooo. 

To me Karma wasn’t merely a bitch…no; she was a dirty, aids-infested, crack house whore. 

And right now I bet the ho herself was laughin right in my face. 

Well, you know what karma? 

FUCK… YOU….! 

Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou…FUCK YOU!!! 

Now fully immersed my angst ridden rage, in a true rebellious teen-like fashion I barely noticed that I was now angrily kicking a random locker. 

Or the fact that I screaming expletives at the top of my lungs. 

And thus, as I was oblivious to anything outside of my vehement venting, I barely noticed someone taping on my shouder…nor was I privy to who it might have belonged to. 

“Excuse me…” 

But I knew that sexified voice anywhere. 

I froze, mortification seizing my limbs, and red crept across my cheeks as I slowly turned to face him. 

I was so not prepared to be met with the vision Mr. Jackson standing less than two feet away from me, a slight scowl firmly set on his face as his deep brown eyes pierced right through me. 

Oh sweet mother of Jesus…he’s miffed… 

I am so not going to be able to sleep tonight. 

“What is the problem here?” With an eyebrow raised he took in me standing like I had just been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. “Please…do inform me as to why I’m finding you here kicking one of our lockers and nearly destroying school property?”he asked and I found myself being hypnotized watching the movement of his lips. 

“Not to mention that you were also screaming …expletives, and there have been complaints from several of the surrounding classrooms.” 

Oh, f*ck me. 
I don’t think I could have been anymore embarrassed. 

Well, actually I take that back. I could be standing in front of him completely naked. 

My mind failed to listen to me once more at it then decided to conjure up images of him standing front of me naked. 

Oh god…I’m effing screwed. 

I don’t how long I was out of it, but next thing I knew the sound of him clearing his throat brought me out of my trance. 

His eyes, still burning, now sparkled with a weird glint; one that I couldn’t quite decipher but nonetheless had me squirming. 

However nothing could prepare me for the words that came out of his mouth next. 

Taking a step closer so there was literally an inch separating us, causing my personal space sensors to go haywire, his smooth voice practically rumbled into my ear: “I know what you’re thinking Ms. Berry.” 

He leaned in and I felt myself trembling. “And I just wanted to let you know…” 

And suddenly we up against the very locker I had pulverized just moments ago. 

“I’ve been thinking the same things too.” He whispered, his warm breath caressing the shell of my ear. 

And then we proceeded to have hot and passionate sex against the lockers outside of Room 28. 

Ha ha….just kidding. 

No, what really happened was that I spent a good five minutes staring off into space (daydreaming about him no less), with him standing there more than likely wondering it were possible for a person to be this damn near retarded. 

Eventually though, I did break out of my dreamlike state, now even more mortified at my behavior. 

My cheeks were flaming, and I found myself looking down at my feet with shame. 

I sensed a slight movement coming from him and I looked up again to see that he was shaking his head slightly with a bemused expression etched across his perfect features. 

With a slight chuckle, he regarded me once more. 

“Alright Ms. Berry; I’m going to let you off with a warning this time.” His features grew stern but his eyes remained soft. “Don’t let this happen again, do you understand?” 

It was all I could not to jump the man. I settled for a small nod. 

“Good,” He then let one of his infamous grins. “I’m glad we could come to understanding on this …matter.” 

‘I want to come to an understanding of YOUR matter, Mr. Jackson!’ My mind lamely retorted. 

Settle down Irene. 

And with that being said, he continued on his way. However after taking a few steps, he paused, and as if were almost an afterthought he added: “If something of this nature occurs again, Ms. Berry, I’ll see to it that the proper disciplinary procedures are carried out accordingly…” 

He slowly turned so he was facing me, his swirling eyes meeting mine and doing a number on my insides. 

“…And that there will be…consequences…” I felt my mouth go dry upon hearing how his voice dropped on the word consequences, nearly growling the word. 

It was such a turn on. 

However, it was the way something appeared to change in his eyes; they now looked upon me in almost an appraising manner. 

And ever so slightly, I caught something of something that was so minute I thought for a second that I had imagined it. 

But there was no escaping the sight of the tip of his pink tongue barely slipping out between his full lips, before sweeping across them in a motion that I found to be transfixing and utterly sensual, as his powerful gaze warmed over the length of my body. 

If I didn’t know better I would have said that Mr. Michael Joseph Jackson was actually checking me out. 

But I soooo knew better. 

Because just as quickly as what I thought had happened occurred, he was truly on his way; his long assured strides quickly taking him across the length of the hallway. 

I naughtily took the moment to observe my favorite part of his anatomy as I watched his retreating form soon turn a corner. 

I soon found myself overcome with a weary sigh. 

It’s was almost time for P.E. and I found myself suddenly thankful that the locker room was equipped with showers. 

For I had a feeling that a cold shower was definitely in order.

HIStory tour 1997

As he entered the room and locked eyes with me, I smiled as I watched him slowly undressing for me. I stood up and walked over to him, he grabbed my hands and put them on his body, making me very conscious of how naked he was becoming for me. He slowly laid me down on the bed, carefully positioning himself between my legs, allowing my hands explore his naked back, limbs, ass, to feel him. He leaned down and began licking my neck, putting my earlobe between his teeth every now and then.

I felt his moist warm breath into my ear as he was licking behind my ear. As I relished in the sensation, his fingertips slid down my arms and his warm breath caressed the nape of my neck before he licked warmly up the back of it. His mouth was doing magical things on the base of my neck and behind my ear when I felt his fingertips teasing just under the rim of my pants around my waist.

He slowly turned me around, his mouth running lips and tongue under my jaw to my mouth, his mouth closing over mine, while his hands teased the rim of my pants, sliding his fingertips slowly up my back beneath my shirt.

Those fingertips slowly slid my shirt over my head, bringing my arms up, he ran his fingertips slowly down my arms, and down my sides and ribs, just brushing the sensitive parts before teasing my pants again.

He pulled me up and out of bed, and so I found myself standing there in the dark after the shirt was lifted over my head.I felt hot breath on my back, lower and lower until I felt a warm mouth wetly hotly kiss the small of your back, and the tongue and lips slowly kissing and licking up my back, with fingertips gently brushing up my front as the kisses rose up my back.

Suddenly he stopped, and I froze, anticipating his next move. However nothing could have prepared me for the warm wet tongue that was slowly licking the back of my thighs.

He was eagerly licking my thighs and pelvis all around the sensitive part, teasing, then lightly brushing the tongue over the sensitive flesh, circularly, his breath hot, before licking slightly harder, then harder, then kissing it deeply, lips sliding around the pink, tongue stroking in circles.

The tip of his tongue was teasing my slit, just the tip, lightly brushing up and down the slit, before getting slightly firmer, slowly sliding in further with each up and down stroke, lips kissing my lips while his tongue rolled in circles against my walls inside my slit.

His fingertips were lightly circling around the opening, massaging gently, as he kissed underneath my breast, warmly, moistly, right over my ribs, then he began circling his tongue closer and closer to the nipple as his hand massaged me more firmly. He breathed hot breath over my nipple as the tongue circled it wetly. Then he took the nipple between his lips, licking up on it while sucking on it slightly.

He gently laid me down on the bed, spooning me from behind, kissing my neck, licking up my neck to my ear, as I glanced down and saw his hands snake around to my front, one hand smoothly running over my breasts, my nipples running between his fingertips, while I watched his other hand snake between my legs and working me, massaging the pink firmly, his middle finger teasing just inside the lips of my slit.

He gently flipped me around, forcing me to face him. I watched in fascination as he licked his palm and slid it down my front as his mouth closed over mine. I felt his lubricated hand start to slide over and massage me between my legs, his warm slick spit sliding between his hand and my pink, as his tongue tip teaseed the inside of my lips. Meanwhile his other arm was resting behind my neck, and his hand snaked around to tease my nipple lightly with his fingertips, just barely touching as it circled the aureole as it lightly circled my nipple.

As I was already on my back, he pressed closer to me, sliding his body onto mine, as he pressed his hard member against my clit, his mouth closed over mine, as I felt him cup and press my tit with his hand, while he pulled my legs open with his other hand to open me so he could lay between my legs on top of me. He began to grind circularly against me, his cock massaging my cunt and getting lubricated by my moistness there.

To my astonishment he gripped my wrists firmly in his hands, pinning my arms by my body, my forearms by my head, as he held me down and took my breast into his mouth, slathering my nipple with his tongue as he sucked on your breast with his lips, the saliva slick and thick, glistening on the skin on my breast, as I felt my legs spread instinctively open to feel him grind against my pussy.

He held both my wrists together, like I was in handcuffs, with one firm hand, holding me down that way, while teasing my pussy with his other hand, before sucking on my nipple, and gripping his own cock and using it like a massager, stroking the head of his dick around my clit, sliding just an inch of it into my slit and sliding it up and down the opening, sucking my tits while he tortured my pussy and I was pinned to the bed and couldn't stop it.

He held me pinned to the bed, hands above my head, as he made me look at him as he slid his cock into my slit, inch by inch, grinding circularly, sliding circularly around the rim of my slit as it slowly penetrated me further, moistening me more each inch to make me open to accept him into my body. Looking me dead in the eyes, he slid alllllll the way in and began grinding when his male organ was fully inside me, making me watch him writhe above me, moaning with the pleasure of penetrating me.

He froze while still inside me, his lips coming down to graze my ear as he whispered huskily:

«Do you want me to fuck you?»

Not giving me the chance to answer, he sloooowly slid back out and equally slowly back inside, all the while whispering filthy desires into my ear. However filthy they were, he expressed my deepest wishes at that moment.

«Would you like to feel me writhing inside you, the feeling of being in your pussy exciting me so much you feel me pulse and bulge and grow thicker and deeper into you as you feel me grind into your body, and watch me sweat, flex, my muscles tensing above you as I hold you down. Seeing the agony of pleasure on my face as I exhale audibly from indulging in your flesh? Do you want that?»

I was breathless in arousal and locked my legs around his back hoping it would be answer enough. Thankfully it was. He moaned my name repeatedly as he penetrated me again, firmer this time, still slowly but more forcefully. I watched his beautiful chest heave with intense breathing as I relished the feeling of him sliding out and in again, and again, and again, making it clear to me that I was on my back, stripped naked, spread, taking a man into my body, getting made. I was letting a man fuck me. I was letting him make me his by holding me down and making me feel him inside me.

He growled «I'm going to cum inside you» as I felt him squirm inside of me, as I watched his glorious muscles tense and he began to contort out of his control, moaning harder, gripping my wrists so hard my hands began to get cold, while I felt him pulse inside of me. I knew it would happen soon.

He tossed his head back, his dark curls stuck to his neck as he moaned my name breathlessly, as I watched the sweat glisten on his skin, and I felt his cock bulge inside of me, pressing harder against my walls, as I suddenly felt him explode inside of me. His male seed, hot and thick, flowed into me, wave after wave of thick, slick semen. His cum lubricated my walls as I felt his cock slide slickly against my walls inside, I realized we were both screaming, as I let my legs fall open, to feel him fucking me hard as he came screaming in me.

We screamed together as our bodies bucked against each other again and again, our pelvises thrusting out of control, our physical bodies taking control of us and grinding against each other out of physical need to fuck, feeling our cum, hot and messy, roiling inside me as his cock pulsed against my walls, a fresh load of sperm flowing into me, filling me up with his manhood, as we came together, me on your back, letting a man mount me and fuck me and cum inside of me as he held me down.

Suddenly he turned me face down and I found myself on all fours, feeling him slide his hands along my naked back, and gripping my sides, he plunged himself into my pussy from behind, and thenI had no choice but to feel him holding my head down and pinning me to the bed as I heard him grunting behind me as he fucked me harder and harder, needing to get off inside my body again. I was being debased that way feeling his cum-slathered cock sliding slickly in and out of my moist pussy, feeling his cum dripping down my thighs, his chest lowering onto my back, as he held me down and pumped me rhythmically from behind.

«You're here to be fucked» he growled into my ear, and heaven knows he was telling the truth. I was there to satisfy a carnal desire and I was going to be held down and nailed to the bed until I felt Michael's sperm flowing into every space in my body.

I felt him writhe inside of me, unwilling to stop fucking me even after we came, I felt his pelvis grind circularly and rhythmically inside of me, making me, staining me inside with male seed.

I felt his sperm heating me up inside as I realized my body had become a plaything for his cock to penetrate, using me to get us both off. «Cum for me» he ordered. I looked at his face as I felt myself explode from between mylegs, as I felt hot thick male sperm explode onto my pink walls inside me once again.

I screamed as we came together.

© Jaylee 2012

Baby It's Cold Outside

1996

I really can't stay – But, baby, it's cold outside

I've got to go away – But, baby, it's cold outside

This evening has been – Been hoping that you'd drop in

So very nice – I'll hold your hands; they're just like ice

With me on lead vocal and Michael «answering», we danced in the snow underneath a massive tree in the soon-to-be blizzard. We were visiting some of his friends in Chicago and had thankfully arrived before the snow started to fall. Since both Michael and I love snow and the magic it brings, we couldn't help ourselves. This was the 6^th or 7^th time in a row we'd sung «Baby It's Cold Outside» by Frank Loesser and Lynn Garland. Both of us clad in thick coats, scarves and gloves, the freezing wind had started to pick up, carrying mists of snow that made it very difficult to see as the minutes passed by.

My mother will start to worry – Beautiful what's your hurry

My father will be pacing the floor – Listen to the fireplace roar

Just for kicks, I started walking away from Michael and looked at him over my shoulder as I sang:

So really I'd better scurry...

His answer came quickly as he reached out his hands and gave me a pleading look:

Beautiful please don't hurry

I skipped backwards to him and landed perfectly in his arms:

But maybe just half a drink more – Put some records on while I pour

The neighbors might think – Baby, it's bad out there

Say, what's in this drink? – No cabs to be had out there

Just as we were about to continue the song, a large gush of snow fell from the tree above us, positively covering us in white, cold ice. «That's it! Time to go!» Michael hollered while laughing as he dragged me through the snow towards the house. How we found the front door through the walls of snow we had to go through is beyond me...

Once inside, we quickly disrobed and leapt towards the fireplace which was still burning. Michael's friends had fired it up before they left for a family visit half an hour earlier, so we were alone. We snuggled up on the couch in front of the fireplace, and, as I anticipated, less than one minute later, Michael picked up from where we'd left:

...No...cabs...to be had...out there...

Catching his hint I continued:

I wish I knew how – Your eyes are like starlight now

To break this spell – I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell

I ought to say no no no sir – Mind if I move in closer?

As Michael sung the last six words to me, he did move in closer, so close that I could feel his breath on my neck. I missed my cue to sing....who can blame me, by the way...'cause I turned my head to look at him. Defined cheekbones, piercing dark eyes, smooth black hair that reached a little below his shoulders and slightly pink lips...with a shimmer of blue. No doubt from the cold outside, I figured..but I couldn't really help myself. He was cold...I was cold.... and we had to get warm one way or another, right?

We both leaned in closer until our lips met ever so softly. He slowly parted his lips to trace mine with the tip of his tongue, and I reciprocated. He gently pushed his body against mine, leaning me backwards until I was on my back on the couch with him on top of me. He slowly pressed his thigh inbetween my legs, causing me to gasp into the kiss. His kisses slowly went from loving and passionate to languid and pleasant. Outside I could hear the wind escalate, and when Michael traced his lips over my jaw to kiss my neck, I tossed a quick glance out the window. The snow-drenched branches of the trees were swaying in the heavy wind, and reminded me of how cold my skin still was. «Mmmmm baby you taste so good...» he mumbled as he licked, nipped and sucked on my neck. I moaned and buried my fingers into his long hair. His jet black hair was still cold and slightly damp from the melted snow, some drops slipped from his hair and landed on my face. I paid them no attention, however, 'cause I felt Michael pressing his lower body closer against mine. He was not just pressing, he was grinding his crotch against mine. «Michael..» I whispered, and he leaned up from my neck to look at me. He immediately stopped grinding. «Don't stop..» I breathed as I carefully rolled my hips against his. Oh god, he's hard already.... His forehead rested against mine as he began grinding again, making both of us more heated and aroused. I locked my legs around his back, arching up against him, wanting more of him. Michael suddenly groaned and kissed me hard on the lips, his tongue desperate to enter my mouth. I granted him access and relished in the feel of his tongue dancing with mine. He was moaning softly into my mouth, a sound that was strangely overpowering the sound of the blizzard and cracking branches outside the window.

«Can I have you?» he suddenly asked against my lips. My arms were wrapped around his back beneath the fabric of the shirt he was wearing, and I could feel the heat returning to his skin. His cheeks were slightly flushed as he asked the question and looked at me. «God, yes..» I moaned in reply, kissing him fiercely to underline my point. Never taking my lips off of his, I managed to pull up my skirt and roll down my tights and underwear. Michael broke the kiss to glance downwards, watching my trembling fingers remove my clothes as well as unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Before I could reach his boxers, he had slipped a hand down as well and pushed it down, revealing his rock hard throbbing erection. I was mesmerized as I watched his manhood between my legs. Michael's fingers wrapped around it, he slowly pumped himself a few times...before pressing the throbbing head against my wet womanhood. He didn't enter me, instead he used his member as a massager, caressing every part of my womanhood; lubricating it with both my juices and the precum oozing from the tip of his head. I moaned and tossed my head back, feeling dizzy. It was a sweet torture. «Now, Michael, now! Please...» A long groan escaped the both of us as he pressed his member inside of me, filling me up completely. He held still for a few moments, giving me time to adjust, before he slowly started to move. The way he laid on top of me, his arms around my shoulders, and his thrusting was so nice, slow, sensual, tender, romantic and beautiful. I glanced up into his gorgeous eyes, loving the golden glow they got from the light from the fireplace. The fireplace was the only sound in the room, combined with the howling of the blizzard outside. We could hear it clearly in the chimney. The sound of our heavy breathing and the wet noise of his length thrusting in and out of me was low in comparison. Our clothed chests rubbed against eachother as Michael sped up a little, causing my legs to wrap tighter around his back.

«I..I'm close..» I whimpered, and no sooner had I finished the word before Michael had slipped one hand down and started rubbing me. «Oohh!» I gasped in delight. He sped up his thrusting again: «I'm close too...» Not another word escaped our lips except broken moans and whimpers as he plunged in and out of me. I felt the orgasm build quickly, and before I could even react, I was thrust into a white haze and ringing sounds as Michael's name fell from my lips like the most fervent praise. My insides tightened and clenched around Michael's pulsating length, and as I was still lost in the orgasm that vibrated through me, Michael came too. His length shooting off his hot liquid deep into my body, his arms wrapped around me and he held onto me for dear life as the combined orgasm rode us both into oblivion.

I knew I was still alive by the increasing sound of howling in the chimney. I blinked a few times before realizing that the heavy blanket on top of me was in fact a human being. I felt thoroughly exhausted from our lovemaking session, and caressed his head, making him look up from my neck. «Baby?» I smiled. He looked at me, and I giggled: «It's cold outside!»

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«Michael....tell me....» I panted. «Exactly......exactly HOW many years...is it since...you had a woman?» He laughed and slapped his forehead. «Why the hell do you wanna know that?» I laughed with him: «I need to know how many years worth of fucking you need to make up for!» OK I admit it, I was still a bit woozy, and it was clearly the orgasm speaking, for Michael screamed in laughter. I couldn't help but laugh along at the sound of his gorgeous catchy laughter and the sight of his perfect body shaking to the laughter. He finally took a deep breath and looked at me, grinning broadly: «OK...you really wanna know?» I smiled «Hell yeah!» He suddenly turned bright red and avoided looking into my eyes. «Michael...?» I pressed carefully. He blushed even more, before confessing in a low voice: «Five and a half years...almost six.» Oh...my...god!! My eyes widened at his revelation. «You mean...your last time with a woman was half a year before you fell in love with me?» «Eight months before I fell in love with you. I got drunk at a friend's party and woke up the following day with his sister next to me in bed. I have only vague memories of what happened, though...» He was still blushing furiously and slowly raised his head to look me in the eyes again. He saw me smile at him. «What are you smiling at?» he asked sweetly. «Your honesty!» I told him, «and the fact that you managed to hold yourself for nearly six years! That takes a lot of....» I giggled «Cojones!» Michael fell back to the floor and screamed in laughter again, and I joined him. Yeah, indeed a man needed to have balls if he was to not have sex for six years! «What happened to the girl at that party?» I asked after a while. He sighed. «I don't know, really...I met her every now and then, of course, but she didn't get pregnant, if that's what you meant..?» I shrugged: «Well, it was a part of my question, so thanks for answering it before I had the chance to ask!» He smiled and leaned over to give me a soft, lingering kiss on the lips. God damn those sweet lips of his! We parted and he let his long fingers caress my cheek. «I love you so much» he whispered lovingly. I reciprocated the gesture: «I love you too, Michael!».

The cuckoo-clock in the living room suddenly rang. One simple, loud «ding!»-noise. Michael stood up from the floor and helped me up too, and he tied the blanket around his waist again. He stretched his neck to look at the clock in the living room. «It can't be...!» I heard him mumble as I followed him into the warm main room of the cottage. The fire in the fireplace was close to being completely burnt down, but there was still a great amount of heat in the room. Michael looked at the giant clock and exclaimed: «Hah! Time flies when you're having fun!» I came up next to him. «What's the time?» He turned to me with a grin on his gorgeous face: «What was the clock when you got here?» «Around 8...why?» He pointed at the clock and I followed his fingers....holy shit. It was 1:30 AM!! I laughed: «Yeah you're right! Time DOES fly when you're having fun!» I turned to see Michael who struggled to stiffle a yawn. «Someone's a little sleepy?» I asked in a childish voice, making him look at me with a mischevious sparkle in his eyes. «Hey, six years of nothing and then full ka-boom! Takes its toll on ya...» I couldn't help but laugh at his choice of words, but took him by the hand. «I'm tired too, honey....can I stay in your room tonight?» He beamed and embraced me: «Of course you can, darling! As long as it's just sleeping you have in mind..» I winked at him. «As of right now, I only want to sleep, yes.» We were now close to the staircase that led up to our bedrooms, and Michael stopped. «What?» I asked. «I wanna try something...» he said in a sly voice before he picked me up bridal style and carried me all the way up the stairs and into his bedroom. I giggled like a silly schoolgirl, and Michael was giggling too, but his giggle didn't last very long. He lowered me slowly and placed me carefully on his bed while looking me in the eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but shut it quickly as he saw me sit up and slowly began to unbutton the shirt I was wearing. I slid it off of my shoulders and handed it to him with a little smile on my face. His face had a faint shade of red as he took the shirt from me and hung it over a chair before he unhooked the blanket and dropped it to the floor. He was already a little aroused again, I could tell, and he saw the surprising expression in my eyes.

«I'm not gonna do anything, sweetheart.....» He came closer to the bed, laid down and turned off the lights. «I just wanna lay next to you for a while...» I gasped as I recognised the words, and the feeling of his lips close to my ear and his hot breath sent shivers down my spine. «You look so beautiful tonight....your eyes are so lovely...your mouth is so sweet.....» He sighed shortly. «A lot of people misunderstand me, that's because they don't know me at all...» I turned around to face him, and saw the evident love in his beautiful eyes as he wrapped his strong arms around me: «I just wanna touch you...and hold you....» His lips grazed my cheek: «I need you!....god, I need you....» He moved his face back and our eyes met again for a loving gaze. «I love you so much!». He placed his soft warm lips on mine in a loving kiss, and when he pulled away he placed one arm beneath my head and wrapped the other around me. I sighed and happily fell asleep in my beloved's arms.


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Chapter 9

«I want...» I began hesitantly, as Michael lowered his head and started sucking on my nipple through the fabric. I gasped loudly. «OOOOoooohhh shit! Oh gawd...» «Tell me, babe...» he pressed, his tongue teasing and massaging my nipple through the fabric. I swallowed and remembered our wild love-making earlier.... «Michael....I want your fingers...to touch me....» He slid a hand down between my thighs and held it still as he raised his head and looked me straight in the eyes. «Tell me more..» he breathed through clenched teeth. «Touch my clit....rub it..softly...» I felt his fingers following my orders as we maintained eye-contact. Dear Lord, how hot was this! It was extremely difficult to keep my eyes open, as his skilled fingers explored me and made me hotter by the minute. «Mmm....don't stop, Michael!» My hands were clutching the edge of the counter behind me, as Michael's caresses made my knees go weak. My breathing had increased. «What do you want me to do next?» Michael's voice was husky. I was breathing so hard I had a tough time speaking clearly: «I....oooh....I want y....want you to....oh god!.....I want you to lick me!» No sooner had I breathed the words before I felt his tongue on my clit. «Oh fuck!» The exclamation came in a high-pitched voice, but neither of us did care. Michael's hands reached up to grab my butt. I dared to cast a look downwards...and the sight of his soft tongue teasing and licking my clit caused me to groan loudly. «You like it?» he smiled. «Mmmmmm yesss....don't stop!» I managed to get some self-control and allowed one hand to be entangled in his dark curles. «Keep going.....oooooh yeah right there..... mmmmmmm» I wasn't sure if the words were audible, I just moaned. His tongue kept licking and gently sucking my clit for a good few minutes, and then he stopped. «What more do you want me to do?» his voice was clearly aroused, his fingers still rubbing me. I swallowed hard and tried to remember how to breathe. «I want you to...finger me.» He did as he was told, sliding a long finger into me. «And...?» he inquired teasingly. «Move it in and out of me, Michael..» He obeyed and let his finger moved all the way into my hotness and all the way out. God, it felt so good! «Huuuuuuhhhhhh......» I let out a long sigh. «Good, huh?» I heard Michael chuckle. «Oh hell yeah....mmmmm baby don't stop! Ooooooooohhhh...» I had to use both hands again to support my body against the counter. My knees felt like jelly, and I was practically panting. «Oh fuck Michael don't stop! Oh gawd....mmmm....» I suddenly felt his hot breath on my clit and he was once again licking it, his soft tongue teasing it while his finger moved in and out of me. «AAAAaaa fuuuccckkkk!!!!.....oh god, Michael don't stop! Oh god....» I was struggling to stay on my feet, and it didn't take long before I felt the orgasm vibrating through me. «Huuuuhhhhh I'm gonna cum! Oooh shit don't stop....oooh oohhhh...I'm gonna cum....ah ah..!!» The orgam shot through me as I felt my insides tighten around Michael's finger. I moaned loudly while at the same time struggling to stay on my feet. Not an easy job, but I managed it somehow. I felt myself regaining composure and took a few deep breaths to make sure I was still alive. Holy shit, that was good! Michael rose to his feet and looked at me with a sexy smile on his full lips, his dark eyes glistening with satisfaction. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed him softly on the lips, and the kiss quickly became more passionate. I felt his member harden against me, and slowly broke the kiss. «My turn now...» I whispered and pushed him around so that he was now leaning against the counter. I began to teasingly kiss his neck and worked my way down his perfect body slowly before I asked him: «Tell me what you want, honey...» His fingers were entangled in my hair as he sighed «Mmmmm....I want you to touch me...» I grabbed a piece of the blanket that was around his lower body and gave it a quick pull, making it fall to the floor. Michael was already clearly turned on, his manhood was fully erect. I placed my hand on his thigh and slowly moved it upwards towards his erection. «Like this, baby?» «Oh yeah....» I slowly wrapped my fingers around his member and heard him gasp. «Oh god...» I smiled: «Tell me more..» «Oh god...stroke it...» I moved my hand up and down the length of his shaft very slowly, fully aware that I was teasing him cruelly. I felt myself getting hot again... «Oh shit it's sooo good...! Mmmm...baby stroke it faster...please...» he was so turned on his voice was just moaning. I did as he begged of me and moved my hand faster. I decided I should give him some extra pleasure, so without even giving him a hint I closed my mouth over his dick. His knees buckled and he exclaimed loudly. «FUCK! Oh fuccckkk......» I circled my tongue around the tip while using my hand on the rest, and he moaned in a loud voice. «Oooohhh shit! Oh shit don't stop....oooooh god...» I felt myself getting wetter by the second, and could barely take it much longer.
I removed my lips from his dick and asked him: «Does it feel good?» He was panting: «Mmmmm....oh gawd, yess....» «Do you want more?» I teasingly kissed the tip of his member, causing him to suck in a sharp breath. «Yesss!!» Never letting my hand go off his hardness, I stood up and licked his neck, making him open his eyes and look at me. «What do you want more, baby?» I flicked my tongue across his lips as I spoke in a husky voice: «Do you want me to suck you again? .....or....do you want to place your big...hard...throbbing....cock......inside my wet pussy?» I was walking a fine line again, but I was so aroused I couldn't think of anything but the wonderful feeling his hardness gave me. Michael groaned through clenched teeth, and then everything happened fast: his large hands grabbed me and span me around so that my back was against the kitchen counter, he lifted me up so I was sitting on it, and he slowly inserted himself into me. Oh thank you God for creating lust! I wrapped my legs around Michael's back and clung to him as he plunged himself in and out of me. «You are one hell of a teaser, you know that?» he grinned. I laughed shortly: «You're the one who's teasing! That cock of yours is enough to make anyone....oooooh shit it's soo good! Ooooooo don't stop!» He filled me up completely, and he hit a spot inside me that doubled the pleasure. «Uuuuuuuh fuuuucckkkk don't stop! Oh gawd it's sooo gooood.....» I groaned out loud, and felt his large hands grip my butt tighter. «Uuuuuuhhhhhhhh gawd honey you're so tight! Oh fuuuuucckkkkk you're so good!» Words were basicly unnecessary as the loud moaning and groaning did it for us. Holy shit, I was half-sitting on a kitchen counter wearing Michael's red shirt, and he was naked, fucking the hell out of me! His big dick inside me was almost painful, but I couldn't care less. He closed his lips over mine and our tongues quickly began swirling around the other. He moved his lips down my neck and kept licking my sensitive areas, all while he was plunging in and out of me at a very high speed. I could see his mucles tighten as he kept on, and it added to the pleasure even more. «Oooooooh fuck I'm gonna cum, Michaeeeel!!» I hollered, and no sooner had I done that before he came too. He came, and he came big time! I moaned louder than before at the sensation of my own powerful orgasm combined with his warm sperm being fired off into me. He thrusted into me one last time before pulling out, sweating and panting heavily. We both collapsed on the floor, with me on top of him.

Chapter 8

He giggled as I turned to look at him. If he was blushing it was impossible to see because of his flushed face. He was sweating, and his soft curles were clinging to his forehead. «I hope I didn't hurt you? I mean....I didn't want it to get this....well...wild!» I leaned over and kissed his moist lips. «Don't worry darling. No, you didn't hurt me, and as for the rest...» He flashed a shy smile, clearly getting embarrassed at how his sweet and caring behaviour had been thrown out the window just minutes before. «It's perfectly fine. It was obvious that you had waited for a while, and...» My hand slowly slid down to his crotch, and I grinned at him: «It's only so much masturbation can do!» He gasped and laughed, and I joined him. «Glad you got the pressure off!» I hiccuped, causing Michael to laugh even more. I rested my eyes on him, his sweaty body glimmering in the faint light from the fireplace. He looked absolutely and utterly glorious. I sighed. «Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?» He smiled and I detected a hint of redness that crept up his cheeks. «You just did...» I melted completely at the sight of him blushing so easily. He noticed the expression in my eyes and asked: «What are you thinking about?» I smiled and leaned over to place a soft kiss on his lips. «I was thinking about you...how you so easily get embarrassed and blush all the time...» I giggled «.....even after what we just did!» He blushed even more and chuckled. «I don't know why...I mean...» He sat up and rested himself on his left elbow, facing me. «I am a shy person, I always have been, but....what happened just now...» I sensed that he was about to lay his heart on the line again, so I waited patiently for him to talk. He looked at me with eyes full of appreciation. «You know...just a couple of months ago someone in my crew tried to convince me to get a female fan to come to my hotel room. You know, so that we could...» I nodded. «Well...I told him to get lost and that I didn't want him to bring the girl up. Don't get me wrong, darling, I love my fans very much, but....the whole groupie thing is not for me.» «I know that», I said «And I think that's why the fans love you so much, it's because they know you are genuine.» He smiled and breathed «Thanks» before continuing: «To make a long story short....I hadn't been with a woman for....» he turned a bright red and looked down. «For..?» I pressed. He sighed. «...for a couple of years. I had many opportunities, but I didn't want to take them. I didn't want to sleep with a girl only to leave the next day. And when I fell in love with you...» He reached over and gently stroke my cheek with a loving smile «I am just a man, so I was attracted to you physically as well!» We both giggled; he because it was not easy for him to talk about the subject of sex, and I because we were suddenly so shy about it...and he had just fucked the living daylight out of me! He gave me a gentle kiss and continued: «I wanted to be near you....to make love to you, but...I didn't want to push you. I didn't want to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. So I braced myself for 5 years...and as you so wonderfully put it, there's only so much masturbation can do!» I tossed my head back laughing, and he laughed as well. «When I invited you here, I hoped we would get close....and I kept reminding myself to go slowly. But....well, as you know now, there had been so much pressure building up, and you....the little teaser!!...» I giggled and pretended to be innocent: «Why, whatever do you mean, Michael? I haven't done anything!» He giggled and gave me a playful slap on the shoulder. «When you started to loose it...and when you teased me....I just couldn't take it any longer. ''To hell with being slow!'' I thought, and....well, you know the rest.» I laid still and just looked at him, and eventually he lifted his eyes to look at me too. We looked into eachother's eyes for a long time, before I reached over and tucked some loose strands of hair behind his ear. «Michael...» I began. His dark brown eyes were piercing mine. «I fell head over heals in love with you that same night 5 years ago, but tried to oppress it. I wanted you just as badly......Do you think it was easy for me to see you on stage in tight clothes, grabbing your crotch all the time? Hell no it wasn't!» He laughed, and I giggled. «And I always fantasized that my first time with you would be slow and romantic....but since I had been keeping the pressure to myself for 5 years as well....» He knew what I meant, and smiled. «So the conclusion is that we're both fine with it, then?» I smiled back. «Deal!» We gave eachother a mock high-five to seal the deal while giggling like two children.

«I'm going to get a glass of water...all that movin' made me thirsty!» I smiled at Michael before I got up and put on the red shirt he had been wearing earlier. He smiled lovingly at the sight of his girlfriend wearing his clothes, and though the shirt was a little loose on my body, it was still just short enough to reach my thighs. My most intimate area was barely covered, and I was fully aware that he could see parts of my butt as I walked from the living room into the kitchen. I walked slowly...on purpose. The heat from the fireplace ensured that the room was warm enough, so my legs weren't cold at all. I got my glass of water and drank it all. I was about to fill it a second time when I felt a presence behind me. I knew it was Michael. «It looks good on you.» he said in a sexy, husky voice. I sat the glass down on the counter and turned around to face him, his dark eyes burning through my clothes. He had taken one of the blankets to wrap around his waist, and I was once again amazed at how he managed to look sexy no matter what he was wearing. I felt myself getting warmer again, but didn't move. I wanted to play a little. «So....you think your shirt looks good on me, huh?» I asked with a giggle. He gave a low chuckle as he began to walk towards me. Damn, he managed to make walking sexy! How did he do that? «Yeah....it fits you just right....a little loose, but still tight...» He was now standing right in front of me, and very close. I understood that he wanted to play more than I did, so I let go of my plans and allowed him to take over. He began moving his hands on my body as he spoke in a sexy whisper: «It's nice and loose on your arms...» - his hands moved slowly up my arms and came to my shoulders - «but it's even nicer...and tighter....over this area...» - they glided down my collarbone and gripped my breasts firmly for a second, causing me to gasp in pleasure - «...then it's loose again over your stomach....» - down my waist - «but it's absolutely perfect....right.......here.....» - his hands slid from my waist onto my back before he grabbed my buttocks and gently yet hungrily massaged them. I was getting aroused in no time, and felt I was getting wetter by the second. Michael's hot breath against my neck sent shivers down my spine. I felt his erection through the blanket as he was rubbing his hips against mine. «You are so damn hot, darling....now that I've had you once I know how wonderful you are....» His soft tongue nibbled at my earlobe and caused a groan to escape my throat. I wrapped my arms around his hot, strong body and pulled him so close to me that not even air could get between us if we tried. His long fingers travelled from my butt to the front where they quickly found my wetness. I tossed my head back and moaned. Michael smiled: «You like that, huh? You like to feel my fingers touching you?» His fingers found my aching clit and rubbed it. «Uuuuuhhhhhh...» was all I managed to groan in response. Michael decided to play with me... «If you like it so much...then tell me what you want...» I looked at him in disbelief, but it was obvious that he was serious. He was just as turned on as I was, but still wanted to have fun. Crazy man.


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