Parade De Bon Bon (Adult, NC-17, Fan Fic, It's ALL in there)

This is a work of fiction. The character of Bon Bon is not my original creation, but is culled from the movie Before Night Falls. I Have created the backstory for Bon Bon and given him a name. Tristan is my original character and creation. Extreme adult situations. This is all in good fun and I have no designs on making any money wityh this story.

There was that song again. It stuck in her head, day after day. Ever since her first glimpse of Bon Bon, she couldn’t get it to leave her.

“I’m not dumb, but I can’t understand why she walks like a woman and talks like a man.”
The humid afternoon found her sitting at the same table in the café, watching for the familiar sway of hips and the sound of the neighborhood cat calls. Two weeks ago she sat here reading and heard the commotion for the first time. Looking up, she saw what brought it about. Coming out of the alley was a creature unlike any other she had seen. Tall, lithe, and brunette that first day, the bottom lip of its mouth pouting out. Fake lashes framed eyes so brown they looked like they would ooze out and pool on the graceful cheekbones. She heard them call out for Bon Bon. Great name, as she was wrapped in a cellophane pink sundress that hugged where it ought, and flared out to a torn effect hem that swished about the calves. Tristan had never seen anything like it. As Bon Bon moved through the street carts and towards her on her Lucite heels, she paused to greet folks. One elderly man gave Bon Bon a rose and was rewarded with a buss on the cheek. It was disturbing to Tristan, as she watched she felt a strong attraction. Not something that was usually her bag. She preferred a little hardware between the legs, although she was not adverse to a playmate or two for a party.

The closer this apparition came, the more Tristan noticed the slight shade of a moustache on the upper lip. Her eyes traveled down the dress, and a shock went through her as she realized, Bon Bon had hardware. A slight smile came up at the corner of her mouth and she licked her lips as she caught a whiff of the scent of Bon Bon. He caught her eye and stopped, two tables away from where she sat. Lifting a perfect leg and placing it on the back rung of a chair, he bent over and adjusted the strap of the shoe. Dragging his hand up over his calf, knee, then thigh, he flipped the skirt of the dress just enough to give her a view of his ass and package, unencumbered by lingerie of any sort. Tristan felt the rush in her cheeks and swallowed hard. Bon Bon took up his stride again and passed her, while she tried to look like she wasn’t looking. His left hand draped along her arm as he passed, letting her know, he knew.

Each day she had the chance, she took up her seat again, waiting for the Parade de Bon Bon. Others had come by as well, but none had the same effect. There was something so, alive, about Bon Bon. Something that she had caught hold of, that found her days colored in his cellophane pink, held her rapt attention to every little thing. Tristan had decided she was going to try to get into the world of Bon Bon, for nothing that held so much promise could possibly live up to it. Get a taste of the piece of candy, and the craving would go away.

Every time she saw Bon Bon after that first viewing, she noticed something different. Like adding logs to a fire, each tidbit made her hotter to know him. First, it was his neck. Slender, strong. The way it melded up into a powerful jaw with a playful and determined set. The next was the legs. She had been given a show that first time, but the day he showed up in the spandex bikers shorts gave greater definition to them. The way the thighs seemed extend down into his knees, formed with grace, not to knobby or too fleshed. From the hollow at the back of his knee, a muscular curve formed the calf, and just as delicate, turned into an ankle as perfect as the knee. He wore socks and white canvas shoes, so she didn’t get to admire the feet themselves.

Her third focus became his arms and hands. She compared them to the mental notes on his legs and found them just as wondrous. She fixed on his hands, each long, slender finger a violin bow playing the air as he spoke and gestured to his adoring fans of the street. The nails were manicured and unpainted. As he took an offered cigarette, she watched how the hand curled to cup the flame from the match, a protective shield that promised no harm.

After adding a detail to the pages in her mind, she would go home and replay the scenes in a non stop montage of images that threatened to test her sanity. She found herself beginning to adapt his movements unconsciously. She would catch herself talking to a friend or co-worker, playing the air with her hands, or adopting a pose in conversation. Nights, she would practice looks and conversations in the mirror, searching for the bait to set the trap for Bon Bon. She knew he was wise to the world, and would see through any gossamer scene she tried to set. When the time was right, she was confident she would be able to get him to stop and talk to her.

The outdoor café was really a dining area, with wrought iron tables and chairs lining either side of the sidewalk. Ethnic food carts were scattered about with more Americanized fare, and the blending of the smells created an interesting aroma. Spicy and sweet, pungent and smooth. Umbrellas offered shade to the eaters. Each day, the same eclectic crowd gathered and swapped bon mots and wry witticisms. Tristan had only been in the neighborhood a short time, and had not yet integrated herself in with the crowd. She began to recognize neighbors and nod to them as she was out and about.

A ripple of excitement began to run through this crowd as the time for Bon Bon’s appearance closed in. The table Tristan usually sat at was at the far end from the alley where he came from, so she had to wait for the view. She heard the comments and the greetings as some of the others came out. Each had his own gig, and ran from a simple drag queen to a full blown, raging faggot. They were the heart and soul of this neighborhood, the pulse that brought everything to life. Their apartments were off the Alley, and as they came out for the day, a grand event was beheld.

There he was. The Grand Dame of the scene. Today his hair was short and platinum, spiked in all directions. The earrings draped down to brush his bare shoulders just above the white peasant blouse. His tan round shoulders were a stark contrast to the white, and rolled as he sashayed out to the sunlight. He wore a denim mini shirt and espadrille sandals. Heel to toe, he walked along, gathering greetings and gifts from the luncheon diners. Tristan could see his feet for the first time, and they reflected his hands, perfectly formed, graceful. She ached to reach to his ankle, untie the bow and slip the shoe off, just to feel the smooth flesh. She watched as he bent to listen to a piece from a diner and watched as his small mouth parted into a laugh. His teeth were a flash, somewhat crooked, but not distractingly so. Tristan realized that although she had seen him speaking to others, she herself had never heard his voice. Her ears throbbed to hear him. Her mind began to race through lines to say, something to make him stop and speak to her this day, but the closer he got, the less cognizant she was. She was, at least, able to keep enough control to stop her mouth from gaping open and her eyes from growing large and staring. She pretended to be engrossed in the book in front of her as he came closer, and that familiar smell of green tea and sandalwood floated at her. His hip was at before her and stopped. She glanced up to see him looking away from her, and it took every ounce of willpower she had to not reach out and touch the worn denim. Again, as he moved on past her, his arm trailed hers, not enough to be either accident or purpose. Ambiguity. Bon Bon seethed it. And Tristan wanted to shatter it, to discover what lived within.

That night, Tristan lay in her bed, too hot to sleep. The fan only moved the hot air around the room, stopping the suffocating heat and humidity. As it hand for two weeks straight, her mind traveled the length of Bon Bon’s body. She closed her eyes as the images ran. One day, brunette, straight hair, another curled and auburn. The black straight wig, the blonde…all made her wonder what was actually beneath the wigs. What was the color, the style. She imagined removing the wig, bringing her hands down along his jaw line, fingers tracing his shoulders, palms grazing the collarbones. As she imagined touching him, her own hand found its way between her legs. She had already grown wet, and the humidity mixed it to a slick concoction. She dipped her finger in and out, slowly dragging her fingernail over her clit, preparing her spot for friction. With two fingers she began the circular motion that would release her from the hot torment, if only temporarily.

Her breathing gained momentum in time with her fingers, circling, rubbing, then quickly dipping in and out. As she imagined what Bon Bon had hidden beneath the outfits he wore, her hands took on a life of their own. Her free hand found a nipple and began to play with it, Bon Bon’s perfect mouth what she fantasized of, capturing the pink-brown bud, She felt the pressure building, the familiar shaking from within and as she brought herself to an orgasm, she whispered his name, over and over, until she lay, arms shaking and aching, legs aquiver. Every muscle in her relaxed, melting into the sheets, and as she finally fell asleep, her final thought was of his eyes, and that knowing look they held.

Tristan missed two days at the café due to work. She had satiated herself with the stored visions, but was almost on fire by the time she took her seat at the end table. She had her book and a water, and busied herself looking nonchalant. She had almost missed today’s show because of a phone call from her mother and she was flustered and agitated at the delay. She unscrewed the cap and felt the cool water cascade down her throat, calming her. A voice behind her startled her.
“Have they come out yet?”
“No, not yet. Any time though.’
She looked up to see a man in his 30’s, black jeans and a tight t-shirt, black fedora and sunglasses. He had the metro look about him and a slight accent.
“May I join you?”
“Sure.”
Damn. She was now positive Bon Bon would not be stopping or brushing against her today. It was all right though, she would probably have leapt out of her skin today if he made contact.
“You been coming for the show a long time?”
She was brought back to the table by his question.
“No, I am new to the neighborhood. I just discovered it about two weeks ago. You?”
“On and off since it started. Amazing, aren’t they?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Everyone has a favorite, but the real star is Bon Bon.”
“I have noticed that. Do you know why?” A chance for some insight! If this man had been here all along, he would know something.
“It’s hard to say. There is just something, a quality.”
She smiled and drank a little more water. He turned his attention to the alley, waiting for the parade. She heard a beeping and saw him look at his watch.
“Damn. Thanks for letting me sit, but, it appears I am not going to be able to stay. I forgot a prior appointment.”
She tried to respond, but he was gone just as he had appeared. Tristan shook her head and picked up her book, trying to still her legs while waiting for her treat. August had become oppressive, with little chance of relief in sight. The heat inside her wasn’t helping. She knew she was going to have to do something about it soon, either getting Bon Bon to herself, or giving it up. She pulled her cigarettes out and laid them on the table. She had quit a few months ago, but always carried a pack to keep her straight. She was starting to lose her resolve though, with the constant temptation of one oral fixation being denied. She closed her eyes and imagined Bon Bon’s package, the glimpse of that first day, and wondered how that smooth cock would feel parting her lips.

The sounds of the parade snapped her eyes open, and she resisted the urge to jump up. She drummed her fingers on the pack of cigarettes. Soon, the air filled with a palpable charge. Bon Bon rounded the corner in a short skirt and jacket, no shirt. The waistband of the skirt slung low on his hips and she followed the center of his chest down to his belly, where the fine hair formed and drove a line into the top of the skirt, dividing the hollows of the pelvic structure. How she wanted to bury her face in that hollow! Other than the line, his torso was without hair, and his little brown nipples peeked from the flaps of his jacket as he moved along. He didn’t stop but once or twice, he seemed to be on a mission. He had on a medium length pink wig on today, that floated on the breeze his stride created.

Tristan had the book open on the table and pretended to be disinterested in it, casually looking about. She turned her gaze to the concrete catwalk and found Bon Bon coming at her. He held her gaze, a small smile curling the right side of his mouth. She saw a glint in his eye and caught her breath as he came near. He paused at her table, laying his palm flat on the top of her cigarettes. He casually took one out, and lay the pack down. He lit the fag in his mouth and blew out the smoke, never letting her eyes go. She tried to keep the same look in her eyes that he had. He smiled a slight smile.
“Everyone has a favorite. Must be a quality.” And away he strode.
The sound of the voice jolted her and Tristan’s heart burst. She sat staring off. That had been him sitting with her! She remembered to breathe and reached for her cigarettes. On top was a small card with a fine printed note:
‘Tonight, Rue de Coeur, 8 p.m.’
Bullseye!

The hot water of the shower hitting her tingled. She moved the shower head around her neck and shoulders rinsing off the suds. As she moved it down her belly, it hit between her legs and she spread them, welcoming the cadence created there. She controlled her breathing and moved the spray away. She had been on the edge of an orgasm since reading the card. The anticipation that had built up in her threatened to explode before she ever got to him. She shut the water off and stepped out, wrapping in a towel. She wandered to the kitchen and poured herself a drink. It was 7. She went to her bedroom and looked at the outfit she had chosen. A simple white summer dress, gauze, off the shoulder and draped to just below the knee. Tristan figured simplicity would be the counterpoint and key to Bon Bon. Nothing obvious, but easy access, nonetheless. She dried her hair, applied a light make up and pulled the dress over her head. Flat Egyptian sandals and a quick shot of body spray, and she was out the door at 7:30.

The walk to Rue de Coeur was a 20 minute walk. Tristan stopped and had a glass of wine. She arrived on the dead end road that led to a park at 8. She didn’t see him yet, so she walked to the fountain and sat on the edge, trailing her hand in the cool water. Just in case he was watching, she drew her hand up and wet her throat, in what she hoped was an enticing manner. The sun was setting, but the humidity hung close. Tristan watched the colors fading. She was starting to feel a bit of a fool when she felt his breath at her ear.
“I’m sorry I am late. I wanted to look, special.”

Tristan turned to look at him. He wore the black t-shirt again, hugging her chest so close that she could make out his nipples. He had on the pink wig, and the denim skirt and espadrilles.
“I know you liked the denim. I chose it for you.”
Despite every promise she had made, every ounce of self control she had vowed to use, Tristan could not wait to touch him. Her hand cupped his cheek, the sparse rough patches of a five o’clock shadow tantalizing her finger tips.
“I…I…”
She found her self almost panting, being so close to him. They held eyes, each baring their need to the other.
“The first day I saw you sitting at the table, I became enchanted. You never flinched. I saw your stoic façade as a challenge. I feared you would not come tonight.”
“Bon Bon…”
“Sh.” He placed a finger to her lips, following it with his own. The sensation of the softness of the kiss, the feeling of his lipstick and hers sent a warm wave through her chest. As he pulled back, the both exhaled. He sat next to her, taking her hand in his, stroking the palm.
“You know I am not like any other man you have known. What I may ask of you may surprise you. I need to know you are willing to go the length with me. I promise to give you the most fulfilling experience, the most amazing sensational encounter you have ever had if you trust me.”
“I am completely yours.”
“Then,” he took her hand and placed it on his cock “…come with me.”

A short walk later they arrived at his apartment building. He led her into an elevator and punched a code for the top floor. As soon as it started to move, he pulled her close to him, kissing where her shoulder met her neck. Her head dropped back and a slight “Oh” escaped. She felt his tongue probe the flesh there and a shiver ran down her spine. Tristan pushed her hips forward and was rewarded with the feeling of his cock jumping. The doors opened and they were in Bon Bon’s loft. Tristan barely looked around as he led her in to the couch. He sat down and pulled her to his lap. His mouth found her neck again and took up where it had left off. The shivers came back, and Tristan brought her hand to his face. Bon Bon’s hand ran along her leg, looking for the hem. Once found, his hand darted under and found her skin, his palm running long strokes from her knee to her hip and back.

Tristan pulled her head away from his mouth and captured his face in between her palms.
“I have fantasized about this since I first saw you.”

She held his gaze as her hand slid up under the wig and removed it. He wore a stocking to hold his hair down and she pulled it off, revealing the lovely brown mess underneath. Her hand rubbed it, fluffing it up. It was medium length, falling to just under his chin. She had seen him like this once, and didn’t realize it wasn’t a wig. Crawling all over his scalp, her fingers took in the long silky strands as his eyes closed. When the long fake lashes opened, his eyes were nearly black. Despite the air conditioning in the loft, they had both begun to perspire. Tristan brought her hands down and tilted his jaw up to her, capturing his mouth. What started soft soon became urgent, as he parted her lips and found her tongue. She tasted his mouth, felt his teeth, felt his tongue as it explored hers. His hands moved her torso around to face him, pulling at the small of her back. The violin bows of the air were strong and her back, and she felt the heat rising even more. Without losing his mouth, she stood and moved to straddle his lap. The feeling of his growing erection through the denim on her naked thighs under the gauze jolted her.

“Bon Bon..”
“Call me Elias. Eli. Lover. Right now, I am not Bon Bon.”
“Elias. Oh God Elias, I don’t know if I can wait much longer to feel you.”
“Then don’t.”
His hands came to the front of her dress, caressing her breasts. She leaned back and pulled the elastic front down exposing her tits to his hands. His palms were hot as he laid them over the nipples and brushed back and forth. She leaned her arms back on his knees, feeling his attentions. His breath flamed between her breasts as he bent in to taste her, his tongue drawing a wet line on the mound. Her brought the two together, capturing both of the nipples in one shot, sucking. A small cry escaped her as he flipped one nipple, then the other, both of them enclosed in her wet mouth. He let them go and took one, suckling it. His hands slid up under her ass and lifted her. She brought one hand up and reached under the skirt, delighted to find him unencumbered. She shoved the denim up to his waist and grasped the base of his cock, her firm hold stroking up and down. She thought it impossible to feel anything hotter than his mouth, and found she was wrong. The heat from his cock felt like a brand on her palm. As she stroked, she found that his genital area was smooth, clean shaven as she was. He coaxed her forward, and she guided his tip to the opening of her moist cunt, balancing there for a moment, the anticipation of fulfillment running through her veins.

They held eyes as she hovered there. A small nod from Tristan and he shoved her hips down and thrust his up.
“OH YES!”
He held her there and ground his groin into hers, and she felt her muscles adjusting to the intrusion. She trembled, holding back.
“No, let it go. Feel it all, Tristan.”
Her eyes caught his with a question. “How…”
“I’ve known your name since the first day.” He lifted her and brought her down.
“I whisper it when I masturbate.” Up and down again.
“I shout it when I come.” Up and down.
“I fall asleep with it in my head.” Faster. Tristan closed her eyes and rocked with the rhythm.
“It is the first thing on my lips in the morning.” He was beginning to pant. She was gasping by now.
“Yes, Tristan. I see the flush of your skin when I close my eyes. I have wanted you, I have wanted to make you moan, make you come, make you cry my name.”
“Elias…Elias.” She bent forward to his ear and whispered it in there, then caught the lobe, sucking on it. She heard his moan as her breath tickled his ear. “Your cock feels so right in my cunt. Don’t stop anything.”
He began to pump harder. She put her hands on his shoulders, feeling his muscles under the t-shirt move as he lifted her and guided her. She could feel that special little tingle starting in her belly, and knew she was about ready to come.
“Eli…I can’t wait. I am on the edge, take me over it.”
“Yes, Tristan. Open your eyes. Look at me when you come on me. I want to watch your eyes.”
Trying to catch her breath, she obeyed, her nails digging into his shoulders. His fingers curled into the flesh of her hips and he began to stroke faster. She watched as her impending orgasm was reflected in his eyes, a light growing from within. She felt the sharp electric charge as her orgasm hit jerked her body. As his hit he held her fast in place, for a moment, then began to jerk with her. The heavy short breaths followed the slowing of the jerks as both rode out the orgasm.

Tristan fell forward against him, limp. He brought his arms up and wrapped her close to him. He began to kiss her ear, the side of her head, and stroked the back of her hair.
“Sh. Rest.”
He carefully slid sideways, curling her legs up and laid down on the couch. As his spent cock went limp, she felt it slide out, the warm fluid of the lovemaking following. He reached up and pulled a blanket from the couch, draping it.
Tristan sighed and smiled, kissing his jaw.
“It’s everything I thought it would be…Bon Bon.” She looked into his eyes and he chuckled.
“It was only round one, my love. Rest for a bit, and we will begin round two. The night is ours to play.”


It was dark in the loft when Tristan woke up. She could feel Bon Bon’s steady breathing and his warm arms around her. She carefully extracted herself from his embrace and got up to explore while he slept. Pulling her dress back up, she found a candle and lit it. The loft was large, the entire top floor of the building. It was neat and had an eclectic collection reflecting the man who lived here. She found his bedroom, the walls a brocade fabric hung from the ceiling to set it off from the rest of the area. There was a large bed in the center of the room, the outer perimeter lined with a make-up table, two highboys and a massive wardrobe. On the one solid wall she saw he had pictures hung between the windows. She traced to the far left, finding the earliest pictures and clippings. Bon Bon as a child. In various outfits at various ages, some male, some female. Throughout his school years, in a football uniform in several. On stage performing as man and woman. Tristan wondered if this is where it began.

In the very center, there was a large photograph of Bon Bon at his very best. A blonde vision, long eyelashes tipped in silver. Dark blended eye shadow and a thick kohl lined the brown eyes, giving a look that would melt cement. He was sitting with his back to the viewer, his head turned so that his chin and rested on his bare, tanned shoulder. Dark red lips beckoned without doing anything. The picture showed him nude from the waste up, the smooth, strong back almost rippling. Tristan stood enraptured by the fact that the photographer had captured Bon Bon so alive in the picture, while it was perfectly still. She thought he would turn out of it at any second.

“It is a masterpiece, no?”
She felt his hands cup her shoulders and stroke her arms.
“Only because the subject is one.” She set the candle on the window ledge and turned to face Bon Bon. She stared into the dark eyes lit by the candle’s halo and leaned in to kiss him. His hands found her jaw and held her face as he began to explore her mouth. When he broke the kiss, he held her face, kissing her nose, then resting his forehead against hers.
“So, what have you discovered about my past?”
“That you have always been a glorious dichotomy. I only have more questions.”
“You get three.” He laughed and guided her over to the bed.
“Always?”
“I grew up very poor in Cuba. The only hand me down clothes I had for the first years of my life were from my sisters. I was six before I actually wore clothes meant for a boy. I found them restrictive, but knew I had to conform to some extent. I still wore the clothes. And when I attended an all boys school, I found the stage, and always took the female parts to be allowed to wear them publicly.”

While he spoke, they both worked over and under the clothes the other wore. Tristan found the buttons on his skirt and slid them from their holes. He caressed her skin while slowly working the hem of her dress up.

“What do you prefer?”

“I like it all. Pleasure is where you find it. No matter what clothes I wore, I always had admirers. I lost my hetero virginity at 16. I lost my homo at 14. I find both exciting. Right now, though, I would forgo all of it, just to taste you.”

He pulled her dress over her head and flung it to the floor. His hands felt like they were devouring her skin. She slid his skirt down his strong powerful legs and coaxed him to step out, then untied the espadrilles and stroked the smooth flesh of his feet. She brought his foot up and kissed each toe on each foot in turn. He caught her under her arms and lifted her, and she trailed her fingernails along the outside of his legs, roaming in to the tops of his thighs, feeling the marvelous cock stir as she touched it. She found the bottom of his t-shirt and stripped it from him.

“What do you have in store for me now?”

“Experience and wonders you may never have known.” He caught her mouth in a kiss as he laid her back on the bed, grasping her breast and manipulating it. He spent ample time exploring her mouth, then traveling down to her neck, breasts and stomach. He found the top tie of her sandals and undid them, then eased her back to the head board. He parted her thighs and with a soft breath, blew on her clit. His tongue poked at the bud, and she jumped. Tristan’s hands found his head and stroked his hair, draping it behind his ears so she could watch him. She felt his tongue run the length of the opening of her cunt and he spread the lips farther apart. He buried his tongue in her folds and she moaned at the sensation of him eating her.

“Yes, dear, yes. That’s it. In me. I want your tongue in me.” She wiggled her hips around, guiding his head around. It didn’t take much before she felt herself shaking again with the oncoming orgasm. He didn’t have to do much to her to make her come; she felt on the verge of exploding every time he touched her.

Once he had finished, he sat back and looked at her. He began to draw lazy circle on her leg.
“Do I get three questions?”
“Anything for you, Bon Bon.”
“Do you have any…requests.”
“Only that you don’t stop touching me.”
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
“No.”
“Would you like to be?”
“Only by you.”
Tristan sat up and grabbed his prick, stroking it from underneath. She bent her head down to take his cock in her mouth, reveling in the sensation of is soft skin reacting to her mouth. She kneaded at it with her tongue, and as she felt the skin growing taut around his growing hard on, she began to draw back and forth, burying her face against the hairless base, then dragging her teeth to the tip, where she worried and teased the head. He lay back against the footboard, moaning. He hand found his balls and began to move them around, squeezing them a little, rolling them in her palm.

“My god you have such a fantastic mouth.” Tristan smiled and began to take him in and out faster. The more she teased, the harder he grew, until she thought his skin would stretch no further. He sat up and pulled her from his cock, turning her to her knees, her ass a small target. He took his hand and found her still wet cunt and drew her cum over her ass. His fingers crawled inside her and when they came out, slick with her he rubbed it on the tip.
“Are you ready?”
“I have been waiting for this for so long.”
He placed his slick cock at her small tight asshole, and slowly began to move it in, taking care to allow her to become accustomed to his cock.

Tristan felt him start to enter and her muscles rebelled at the entrance. She took a deep breath and looked up to find a mirror in the headboard. She could see Bon Bon kneeling behind her, his hands on the cheeks of her ass as he entered. She gave a little cry as the muscles expanded and tried to contract fighting him. She saw a look of pleasure cross his face as her ass grabbed at his cock. She swallowed hard, letting her body adjust. Soon, she felt the smoothness of his belly against her ass. He held for a moment and began to draw back. The feeling of his cock moving in and out was like nothing she had ever known. Her ass began to accept him as his strokes grew faster. His hands moved from her cheeks to her waist, wrapping around her hips, digging into the flesh to guide her. One hand curled around and found her open wet cunt and began to stroke at it. She watched his face, enraptured by the play of candlelight and emotion.
“Yes, Bon Bon…come in my ass.”
“Not yet. I am merely making you ready for it. Please, come for me. I want to watch your face in the mirror.” He began to thrust harder in her ass, his fingers matching the strokes on her clit. She lost her control and gave way to the filling sensation in her ass and the fingers of fire lapping her cunt. She began to moan.
“Yes, let me hear you.”
A wail built up inside her, animal and raw. As it broke free, she began to quake, her ass grabbing at his cock and holding him. Her body rocked forward and she lay flat. He caught himself from dropping on her and pulled out. Tristan rolled over gasping for breath, watching as he went to the wardrobe and selected something. She watched his back, seeing how his breathing had become as heavy as hers. He was putting something on, and when he turned around, she could not believe what she saw.
“This was custom made for me. Not that you have been fucked in the ass, I plan to fuck you in both at once.”
He wore a vivid smile as he approached the bed, his cock standing up, and a dildo strapped on above it.

He climbed on the bed and lifted her ass in the air. The tip of his cock found her ass again, and he played the tip of the dildo at her cunt. Tristan’s eyes grew wide at the sensation of both of her holes being filled at the same time. She reached up under her hips and balanced herself meeting Bon Bon’s hands. She spread her legs apart.
“Yes, Bon Bon. My God Fuck in both, Give me all you got!”
He shoved into her and she felt the two cocks delve deep in. The sensation of being so full, and the small strip of skin between them being rubbed was almost too much. He began to move in and out, and the perfect symmetrical rhythm echoed through out her body. He wrapped his arms around the front of her legs from the center and pulled her to him with greater force.
“Yes, Tristan, yes. My god your ass is so tight, so alive!”
“Fuck it for me Bon Bon. Come in my ass, make me come!”
Their breathing became short and sharp, and they were reduced to the pure guttural sounds of animals as he fucked her ass and cunt at once. She lost track of where one opening began and the other ended.
“Oh God, Tristan. God damn Fucking beautiful!”
She started to shake uncontrollably as the orgasm began, deep in the pit of her cunt and washed out into her ass, her belly shooting down her legs and into her chest. She arched her back as he started to come in her ass, his balls slapping her cheeks, his cock pounding a rhythm. She felt his hot cum oozing out along his cock and down her ass. His arms gave out and he dropped onto her, his heaving chest against her own, both of them shaking. She wrapped her arms around him, and stroked his back, cupped his ass and hugged him closer. After he had caught his breath, he leaned up on one arm and looked at her.
“I never knew anything could feel as wonderful as making love to you.” He bent and kissed her.
“You have outlived all my fantasies about you. I thought if I had a taste of you, it would pass. All I want is more.”
“Let’s shower, and have something to eat. I am starved, and I need to recuperate. Then, I am going to let you be the man. Sound interesting, my love?”
As long as I can keep on enjoying you, I will do anything you ask.”

They lay there for a few more minutes, then Bon Bon stood.
“I’ll go start the shower.”
She watched him glide away, marveling at the movement in his muscles. He stopped and took of the dildo, and she got a view of his cock, still half erect as it came down from its high. He disappeared into the bathroom. Tristan rolled to her side, feeling the muscles in her ass working back to their closed form. It was a continuation of the ecstasy he had given her. She looked at the clock and saw it was 1 a.m. She was surprised, because she thought it was both earlier and later. Time had no meaning now with him.
Tristan sat up on the edge of the bed, feeling the wetness come from her. She pondered what he had said. He was going to let her be the man. What the hell did that mean? As she walked to the bathroom to join him in the shower, her mind raced through the possibilities. It didn’t matter, because she had found nirvana with him, and she would do anything he asked, as long as he was willing to have her with him. She felt a little thrill to know he had wanted her as desperately as she did him.

She found him at the mirror in the bathroom. He had removed the false eyelashes, and as he turned to bestow one of his little half-smiles on her, she realized this was him, stripped down to the absolute bare of what he was. She walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist, kissing him. There was the slight memory of her on his lips and she liked it. Taking his hand, she stepped into the shower. She positioned him under the spray, letting the water run down over his dark hair, the planes of his face, down his amazing chest. She grabbed a washcloth and soap, and went to work building a lather, then gliding it over his body. He obeyed her every move, turning, lifting arms and legs to allow her access to all areas. She marveled at the feeling of the cloth under her hand as it smoothed and sculpted his body. Once finished, she had him kneel and washed his hair, the silky strands caressing her fingers. She rinsed him then took her place under the spray.

The feel of his hands in the washcloth sliding over her body was intoxicating. It felt as if every nerve in her body was reaching towards the surface, begging to be under his touch. She checked her rampaging feelings, knowing that there was time to let them loose later. Tristan was already amazed at how he had performed that night. Most men were one trick ponies, Bon Bon was a pacer, ready for the long race. She didn’t want to test that, and settled for enjoying the ministrations as he showered her. The feeling of his fingers running through her hair as he finished by shampooing her relaxed her. She realized she had been on an edge since reading the card at the café, as if letting her guard down would make it disappear. Now, she knew it was real, and she could relax.

They turned the shower off and stepped out, drying each other. He produced two robes and led her to the kitchen, where he found some food for them. They took it into the living area, and sat on the couch. A silence was there, but it was comfortable. With the way their bodies had talked, there was no need for conversation. They finished eating and curled up in each other’s arms. Bon Bon had put on music at some point. Tristan hadn’t noticed it before. They sat listening to the soft instrumentals. He moved around to lay his head in her lap, and looked up at her. She traced the lines of his face with her finger; his slim slightly crooked nose, the small mouth with the thin bit of a moustache showing, the grand cheekbones, the wide smooth brow. Her fingers stroked an errant lock and tucked it behind his ear.
“You are such a beautiful man.”
“I can’t compare to you.”
His hand slid around the back of her neck and bent her head down for a deep kiss. She traveled her fingers down hid chest, inside his robe, to stroke his flat stomach. He caught her hand and brought it up to his mouth. He began to suck on her finger tips, and she closed her eyes, reveling in the softness of his mouth.
“Are you ready for more?”
“Are you?”
Bon Bon threw open the robe over his lap and she could see he was half hard, ready indeed.”

He got up and picked her up from the couch, taking her back to the bed. He returned to the wardrobe and came back to the bed with another dildo.
“This one, is for you. I said I was going to let you be the man. I want to experience you in every way possible. I want you to fuck me in the ass now.”
A thrill ran through Tristan at the thought of returning the anal fucking he had given her. She had wondered before what it might be like to do that to another, and as if reading her mind, he was asking her to fulfill the fantasy. He stood her up and removed her robe, pausing only to lay a kiss on each hard nipple. She had become excited as soon as he showed her the toy. He reached around behind her and laid the sating waistband around her. He placed the dildo, which had a special little nub built on to it to play her clit. As it fell into place she gasped. He stepped between her and the bed and presented his ass to her.
“Use your juice to wet the end.”
She obeyed, reaching up into her cunt and drawing the slick juice over the head of the dildo. As she stroked it, she felt the nub move against her.
“Now, spread my ass cheek and place the tip right on the hole.”
With a deep breath, Tristan did as he told her. There was a large standing mirror across the bed from where they stood and she caught sight of the two of them in this reversed position. Bon Bon looked up and their eyes met in the mirror. For a breathless minute, the held their gaze.
“Slowly, like I did with you, very slowly enter my ass.”

“Like this?”
“Peeeeerfect”
Tristan felt the dildo sliding into Bon Bon’s ass. The pressure created there forced the nub to rub more against her clit. As wonderful as it felt, she focused on her new position in this match. She watched his face in the mirror as his eyes closed and his mouth formed an ‘o’, then an ‘ah’. She smiled as she reached the full length inside of him and wiggled a bit.
“Oh God!”
She could see his cock in the mirror rising to stand, She reached around and grabbed it, stroking the smooth flesh, pulling it towards his balls taught, then back up to the tip, stretching it the other direction. At the tip, she took the cup of her palm and rolled the tip, then repeated the motion, squeezing ever so slightly as she went up and down the shaft. After a few strokes she paused, put her hands on his hips and began to draw the dildo out
“Jesus yes. Tristan, my god, that is so good.”
“SHH. I am driving now.”
Tristan stroked in and out of his ass a few times, and once satisfied that his ass was ready, took hold of his cock again. She started a rhythm, as her hand traveled down the shaft she entered his ass, and she left it as it stroked back to the tip. He moved with her encouraging the pace. As she sped up, he took over for her hand on his cock, standing up while she grabbed his hips and began to slam him back against her. She felt his body shaking, the backs of his thighs quivering against her. The fire burning on her clit was becoming to much to ignore.
“Do you like that, Bon Bon? How does that feel to have your ass fucked hard? Come on, baby show my how good it feels!”
“Yes, yes, god let it go, let it go!”
She saw the first shot of spunk come out and she let her orgasm go. She pulled out of his ass and he dropped to his knees. She stood over him, dildo over his head, her hands on his shoulders as her own orgasm ran its course. Once it had ended, she sat on the edge of the bed, removing the toy and throwing it on the floor. She brought his head up to look at her and found tears streaking his face. She pulled his up to her and hugged him close, rocking him.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, Oh dear god no. You just gave me such a gift.”
“Then why the tears?”
“I am so fulfilled, so happy right now. I don’t want to see it end.”
“Bon Bon?”
“I need to confess something to you Tristan.”
“Yes?”
“I have wanted you since the first day, but I was afraid you would turn me down. I regret not acting sooner, I hate the time that has been wasted.”
“We will have time to make it up, now.”
“No, we only have a few days. What moved me to finally approach you is that I must leave for Cuba in a few days. My grandfather is not well, he is dying and he has called for me. I-I may not make it back, at least, not for a while.”
A lump formed in Tristan’s throat. She was going to lose him!
“I had to know you before I left, to have your memory to sustain me. Say you are not mad. Say you will stay with me until I leave.”
“Bon Bon, I swear, I will. I love you, I could not be mad. And I promise, I will stay right here until you return, no matter how long it is, so that you will know where to find me.”
“If I am caught in Cuba, I could go to prison.”
“I don’t care, I will be here. Until I can hold you again.”
“Let’s not waste the time we have left being sad. There is so much to enjoy.” She pulled him up on to the bed and they crawled under the covers and curled up in each other’s arms.

She kissed him, fighting back her tears.

She sat nude on the toilet watching as he shaved. His magnificent ass was right in front of her and he watched the muscles dance as he shifted for leg to leg for a better view in the mirror. Her hand found it’s way between her legs and she began to stroke herself while she watched him. She could see him watching her in the mirror as he finished shaving, and she spread her legs a little wider so he could watch her. Once he finished wiping the last of the shaving cream from his face, he turned and leaned against the bowl of the sink, his cock already starting to rise. She propped one leg on the edge of the tub next to her, and began to stroke her breast with the other hand while the hand at her clit began to work in and out her cunt. Her tongue began to poke out of her mouth, traveling over her upper lip, her eyes closing. She threw her head back and let a moan escape her.

“Oh, God, Tristan, I could watch you do that all day.”

“Elias, why don’t you put on a show for me? Jack yourself off for me, baby.”

“You keep stroking that pretty little cunt and I will.”

Tristan watched as he wrapped his hand around the shaft of his cock and began to stroke it up and down. She could see it growing harder and harder as he worked it, and she remembered how it felt inside her last night. Her own finger was inside her now and she wiggled it around, enjoying how the walls of her cunt moved as she played there. She drew it out and rubbed her juices on her nipple. Elias came over and captured the nipple in his mouth, sucking it. One hand spread the lips of her cunt while the other began to rub her clit again.

“Yes, baby Bon Bon, how does mommas tit taste to you?”

“Ambrosia. I want more.”

“Not right now. Stand right there and stroke that huge cock for me. I want you to come on me while I come. Look at that perfect head, so smooth. Squeeze it. Now faster, pull it faster love. Make that cock juice explode on me!”

“You just tell me when, honey and I’ll douse you. Rub your clit for me, get it good and wet so when I get there it is ready for my mouth.”

“Now baby, I am cumming now!”

Tristan’s orgasm shook her hard and she felt the hot splatters as Bon Bon’s come rained on her breasts and belly. She stretched back so and took her free hand through it, rubbing across her belly, between her breasts. With a last few jerks, he had emptied himself on her and while her hands busied themselves at her breasts he fell to his knees and buried his face between her legs. Her first orgasm had waned, but the feeling of his tongue darting inside her to collect her cum sent off an immediate wave of pleasure. He placed his hands on her inner thighs and spread her legs wide, eagerly lapping at her soaked hole. It didn’t take long before her swollen clit began to respond to his attentions and she felt her second orgasm break over her. He held her fast to his mouth and drank her in. as she slowed her shaking and her breathing began to return to normal, he picked her up and took her back to the bedroom.

“As long as you are already sticky, let’s play.”

He produced several pair of handcuffs and held them over her.

“A question, first. How would you feel if I brought in someone else later?”

“Who?”

“A couple I know, Wade and Allison. They like to play too. Would you be interested?”

“As long as I get you all to myself again tomorrow to give you a proper good-bye>”

“You can count on that.”

“Now, lover. What are you going to do with those handcuffs?” Tristan wet her lips and held her hands up to him. “Punish me?”

“Punish you? Only with the most exquisite torture.”

Eli took the handcuffs and hooked one set around each wrist, looping the open cuff to straps at the top corners of the bed. She had limited movement of her arms, not nearly enough to reach anything. Grabbing her foot, he licked the sole then secured it into a strap at the corner of the bottom, and repeated the routine to the other. She was now spread-eagle on the bed, helpless and waiting for his next move.

He disappeared from the room and returned a few minutes later, loaded down with an assortment of items from the kitchen. He had a full ice bucket, jars of jam, peanut butter and honey, and a pastry brush. A shiver ran through Tristan at the sight of the goodies and she smiled as he opened the jam and dipped the brush inside. Pulling it out, he bent to her and painted a flower between her breasts trailing the stem down to her navel. He opened the jar of peanut butter next and mixed it with his finger, filling in the petals and leaves of the bud. The sensations of the brush and his finger drawing on her brought her gooseflesh up and she tried to lie still.

“I love PB and J, but I hate bread, so this is the only way to really enjoy it.” His tongue started where the stem began and he lapped at her now grape flesh with small flicks. He switched to laving her belly with the broad expanse of his tongue, the slick jam, the slight roughness of his tongue and the heat of his breath mixing into a molten mass on her. Tristan tried to be still for him, but as his tongue found the hollows above her hips she jerked and her breath rasped out. Her navel was his next target, full of the grape jam. Her stomach went concave as he explored the puckered indentation. She watched him maker long paths with his tongue all about her flesh, his eyes closed as if he were tasting the finest of delicacies. She smiled to see him enjoying the feast. His eyes opened at met hers and his tongue began to move upward, clearing the purple trail as he went along. None was left on her once he found it and cleaned the area.

“I can still taste my cum with the grape. How delicious.”

He was now between her breasts, curving first to the right, following the contour of the globe, then the left. He went back and forth making smaller circles until he was at the rosy areola. Her skin puckered at the attentions, her nipples reaching for the feel of his mouth. He took one in and slowly suckled it, gently rolling his tongue over and around until it peaked, then, making sure it was wet, he blew gently on it, causing it to ride even more. The next received the same treatment, and Tristan began to struggle to arch up to meet his mouth. Eli took his time with her, smiling at her. Her breasts were on fire, he cunt wet and throbbing. She closed her eyes and swallowed, trying to regain the control over her body. She felt his mouth leave and the shift of his weight as he moved.

She took the reprieve to focus on calming her beating heart and was unprepared when the ice hit her thigh and she let out a cry and her eyes flew open. Eli was holding a cube of ice to her inner thigh and began to run it along the hot flesh, cradling it at her clit. Tremors racked her as the cold block met her hot cunt and began to melt, sending rivulets down her thighs to the sheets beneath. Despite her efforts to control her body, she began to shake against the cold, her breasts still on fire, the two sensations melding in the pit of her stomach. The cube held between his fingers, her brought it to her lips.

“Taste, my love, taste yourself, ice cold and refreshing, just as you are to me.”

She took the ice into her mouth and sucked at it, her flavor burning down her throat, the ice water from the cube following. He pulled it away, cupped it in his palm, and run it over her body until it was gone. He pulled two more from the bucket and placed one on each nipple and brought them erect again.

“Oh, God, Eli, please, release me.”

“Not yet, my heart.”

He sat straddling her hips and grabbed the jar of honey. His fingers disappeared into the golden lava, bringing a dollop up. She watched as it caught the light and seemed to glow on its own. He held the finger out over his cock and drizzled it over the tip. Tristan licked her lips, hungry for a taste of that honey. His cock was soft and he raised up on his knees, letting it hang over her chin, honey dripping off the tip to her waiting face. He leaned in and she raised her head up to swallow his soft prick. The honey oozed down her throat as she began to suck. She felt his immediate response and sucked harder. She made wet hungry sounds as she sucked at him, the sound of the suction her mouth created echoing in the room. He was soon rigid and moved closer to her head, tucking a pillow behind her so she could rest her neck and began to fuck her mouth. The fire in her belly returned as he slid in and out of her mouth, hard, hot and smooth. The honey on her chin smeared on his balls and ever stroke they stuck together and peeled apart. He breathing through her nose was coming harder and he pulled from her mouth.

“NO!”

She craned to try to recapture him, but he was swiftly turned around and buried between her legs. He ate at her with a fervor, and it her heightened state, she soon came. It caught her off guard, how fast he brought her orgasm. After she relaxed, he shifted so that his cock was within reach of her mouth again and let her envelop it in her mouth. He returned his mouth to her slit and cleaned her cum while she worked his erection. She felt the honey on his balls on her nose and smelled the wonderful scent of his sweat and heat. Eli reached into he cunt with two fingers and began to stroke. Her tongue danced circles around his head as he pumped in and out of her mouth, his fingers in her cunt following the rhythm, his tongue raking her clit in time. Another orgasm built and broke in her before his, but only by a few moments. She felt his hot cum in her mouth, sliding down her throat to join the honey and ice water. As his jerks slowed, she coaxed the last of his cum from his prick, then released him. He sprawled on the bed beside her, chest heaving, smile across his face. After a moment, he sat up and looked at her. Remnants of jam and peanut butter mixed with drops of honey, both of their cum, and sweat. He ran a finger through it all, mixing it, then put his finger in her mouth. She sucked the concoction from his digit, holding his gaze. He let a laugh go.

“My, I don’t know if I can keep up with your appetite, angel.”

“You are all I crave, Eli. Anything and everything you offer, I will gladly take.”

He bent down and kissed her, probing her mouth with his tongue. Placing the tip of his nose against the tip of hers, he looked into her eyes. She looked back, finding warmth and endless depths of love in the deep brown oceans.

“Right now, I offer you freedom, a shower, and a meal. Then, I think we should rest and prepare for Wade and Allison’s visit tonight.”

He undid her wrists and ankles, and gathered her up in his arms. Tristan still marveled at the strength within his arms, and ran her hand over the bicep and his chest. The smoothness of his skin held endless fascination. A sad wave broke in as she wondered how she would survive without him. Tucking her head into his shoulder as he carried her to the bathroom, she pushed the sadness away. She would make sure she had enough of him to sustain her when he left. And, make sure he had everything he wanted from her.

After a shower, they dressed and went to the park. A maid was coming in to clean the apartment and prepare dinner for that night. Bon Bon had opted out of the daily parade in favor of a more normal outfit, jeans and a t-shirt, much the way he looked when he sat at Tristan’s table. They sat at the fountain and watched the children in the park.

“Tristan, I would very much like it if you moved into my apartment while I am away. Let’s gather some of your things now, so you can move in.”

“I couldn’t afford both places.”

“Mine is mine. I own the building. You can cancel yours and stay at my place. There is a lovely garden on the roof. You will need nothing, except what is yours. I would be able to relax more while I am in Cuba if you would move in. Knowing you would be there when I came home will ease my journey.”

“If it will make you happy, I will. I think I would like living where you are, even when you are gone. I don’t think I will miss you as much.”

Bon Bon smiled and hugged. They walked to her apartment and collected her things. She changed into a black gauze skirt and tank top and different sandals. She gathered a few books and personal items and they were soon on their way back. The maid had finished when they entered the apartment.

“When will Wade and Allison be here?”

“We have a few hours. Let’s go to the café for some lunch, then we can rest for tonight. Are you nervous?”

“Excited. I don’t know what to expect, or what is expected of me.”

“The only expectation is pleasure. Give it and receive it. We will dine, we will play, we will love. They will go home. And we will be alone…to say our good-byes.”

Tears welled in Tristan’s eyes as she thought of having to say good-bye to him. She pushed them back, vowing to be in the spirit of the night. She followed him to the elevator to go to the café, imagining the acts to be performed that night, a cloud of butterflies rising and falling in her chest.


The sun was casting its sunset hues into the apartment as the four finished dining. Pleasant conversation and stories were shared. Wade was a handsome man, a small teardrop adorning the corner of his eye. Tristan could see lines of another tattoo from the open collar of his shirt and she couldn’t wait to discover what was there. Allison was beautiful, graceful and warm, and when she smiled her eyes danced. They were very much in love and very much into living. The stories they told of their life and travels, of how they met entertained Tristan. She had never known teenage love like theirs.
As the wine drained from the bottle and glasses, a warmth permeated the room, the lazy warmth of sex. Moves were deliberate and Tristan found her self sitting on Bon Bon’s lap. He had dressed the part for the night, a peasant skirt and blouse, make up and a lovely dark full wig. He looked the Cuban prince/princess he was. The memories of her first sightings of him flooded Tristan, and she felt as if she was still experiencing him for the first time. She could feel the heat of his thighs on the backs of hers between the thin materials of their skirts. His hands found the tops of her thighs and he pulled the gauze up to reveal her bare crotch to Wade and Allison. Without a word, Wade knelt before her. Bon Bon captured her legs and spread them apart, offering her to Wade. Tristan took a deep breath. It was to begin.

His breath was hot on her cunt as he bent in, just breathing her in. Tristan leaned back against Bon Bon’s chest and felt his heart beat with hers. His hands dug the bottom of her top from her waist band and traveled to cup her breasts, kneading them. He kissed her neck and sent fresh shivers through her. Wade began to probe her pussy with his tongue, exploring the flesh. Allison sat off stroking her own wet clit watching as the men worked on her. Tristan could feel Bon Bon growing hard behind her and lifted up to free his growing cock. It stood up between her legs and Allison replaced Wade between her legs, taking Bon Bon’s cock between her lips. Tristan watched in fascination, feeling the other woman’s breath as she shafted him with her mouth, coming down to tickle Tristan’s slit. Wade stepped up to the side and Tristan took his solid cock into her mouth, sucking and rounding his head with her tongue. She could her Bon Bon’s breathing grow heavier as Allison worked his cock, and it fueled her own passions.

“Enough here. Let’s get more comfortable.”

Soon they had all stripped and were lying on the bed, touching each other, exploring. Tristan had Allison’s breast in her mouth, amazed at the feeling of the full globe responding to her tongue. She wondered if this was how hers felt to Bon Bon. She trailed one hand down to find Allison’s wet crotch, while Allison was stroking Wade’s ass. Bon Bon was kissing Tristan’s back, making his way down to her waist. She turned and offered her front and he laid wet long strokes over her stomach. The girls were laying side by side, the men on the out side of them, touching, trailing, sending the waves of foreplay joy through them. Allison sat up and reached over to take Bon Bon’s cock in her mouth once again, the heat and weight of her making Tristan writhe. Wade picked up his spot between her legs and began to eat her, bringing her to an orgasm. He sat back and smiled, then turned his attention to Allison. He pulled her ass up into the air and entered her from behind. Tristan lay there, satisfied and watched the show in front of her. The sounds of Wade’s long strokes into Allison’s pussy grew louder, competing with Bon Bon’s moans and Allison’s sucking on his cock. Wade made little grunting sounds as he moved faster into her and soon Allison had to release her hold on Bon Bon as she came. Wade pulled out as she shook, and Tristan reached up, pushing her finger into the pussy as it quivered. She drew the outline of the tattoo on Wade’s chest in his wife’s own cum, the electric chair outline taking on a shine.

Bon Bon left the bed and went over to his cabinet, bringing out a couple of strap on dildos. Allison’s eyes lit up as he handed one to her. She scrambled up to put it on while Wade and Bon Bon stood to the side.

“Pretty girl, you want this in your pussy?”

Allison stroked the wet hole, making her clit hard.

“Yes, god yes.”

Tristan got on all fours facing the end of the bed. Wade and Bon Bon each took one of her ass cheeks and spread her apart while Allison mounted her, shoving the dildo deep into her cunt, making her cry out.

“I can take care of that.” Wade stepped up and put his prick in her mouth, and she could taste Allison still on him. Bon Bon stepped up behind Wade and entered him. He set the rhythm stroking in and out of Wade, and he caught it and began to pump Tristan’s face, in as Bon Bon pulled out, an opposite tattoo. Tristan curled her fingers into the bedclothes, her cunt a flame from Allison and the dildo, her mouth salivating and trying to swallow Wade. She could just see Bon Bon behind Wade and recognized the sounds and the look on his face as he came in Wade. As he emptied himself there Wade paused and Tristan took up the rhythm he stopped, and soon he was shooting his cum at her. The men took places on the bed and began to manipulate her breasts, pulling at the nipples and sucking them. Allison was beginning to moan at the feeling of the strap on working her clit.

“Tristan, baby, you ready to come? I can hold mine much longer.”

“Yes, YES! Oh god come on, Allison together!”

With a screech Allison came, Tristan echoing her voice. The women collapsed on the bed, chests heaving and bodies shaking. As the waves rolled over their bodies, the men stroked their skin, the fine sheen of sweat on them slick. They lay in the after glow in a pile for a short time before Bon Bon disappeared into the bathroom to clean up. When he came back out, he took Allison from her spot, removed the dildo, and began to lick her pussy.

“MMMM, yes, Bon Bon, so good. Yes there, find that nub for me.”

Tristan rolled over and watched as he worked on the other woman, enjoying the scene. Wade lay beside her, running his hand along her hip and thigh. She shifted to give him access to her hole and he stroked the wet spot. She turned her attention from the other couple and grabbed his balls, rotating them in her hand.

“You like that, boy?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“How bout if I pull?”

“Ungh. Yes ma’am.”

“Would you like me to stroke your cock?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Tristan’s hand encircled him and began to work the soft prick. She felt him quiver and start to rise. Her and kneaded at his head and he reached up and brought her head back to his cock. She took him again into her mouth, loving the sensation of his response, feeling the flesh stretch and become hard. Once he was erect again, he lay back and pulled her on top, sliding easily into her hole.

Next to them, Bon Bon and Allison mirrored them. The women on top, in control. Allison reached over and pulled Tristan to her, caressing her breasts, kissing her. Their tongues twined around each other, exploring. The men held the women at their waists, keeping them on their cocks as they pumped into their wet cunts. Tristan ran her hands all over the other woman’s flesh, scraping small trails on her belly, waist, breast, feeling the same on her own. The full hard cocks were not enough and the women dismounted and took to each other’s pussy, delving in to taste and eat, a frenzied feast. The men moved behind their own mates, spooning up to them, burying their cocks into the tight asses. Muffled cries rang from the women, the vibration of the voices shaking their clits. Tristan was overwhelmed by the sensation, wondering of she was giving Allison the same pleasure. Her answer came as Allison started to buck against her, an orgasm flooding Tristan’s face. She refused to let go and continue to lick at the other woman’s cunt. Bon Bon’s cock in her ass was an added bonus. Her nipples rubbing against Allison’s belly were raw and heightened and guttural, animal grunts came from her throat. Allison broke away from her grasp and she ran to the bathroom to get a cloth to clean Wades solid prick. He stood watching as Bon Bon lay with Tristan on top of her pumping her ass. He held her legs in the air showing off her shiny wet cunt. Allison returned with the cloth and stroked it on wade as he stood at the side of the bed.

“Bon Bon, fuck her ass good. Get her ready. You have the sweetest candy there.”

He bent and kissed her clit nipping at it. Her ass was twitching and she couldn’t imagine anything more wonderful. She found to her pleasure, she was wrong.

“Now, sweet girl, you are the main attraction for the night. This is all about you.” Allison had strapped the dildo back on and climbed between her up spread legs. She shoved fast and hard into her sopping cunt. The trio lay still for a moment, then began to move, finding a groove. They shifted to the side of the bed where Wade’s cock stood waiting for her mouth. She took him in and they became one moving mass of flesh. Wade fucked her mouth, Allison rammed her cunt and Bon Bon shoved into her ass. The absolute pleasure of every opening being fucked washed over Tristan. In her ear she could hear Bon Bon.

“Yes, my perfect angel. Take it in, take it all in. Cum for us. We want to see you cum, hard. You are my perfect girl your ass is so tight, your pussy sweet as honey, your mouth as soft as velvet. We don’t cum unless you do.”

“C’mon baby, come for momma.” Allison encouraging her.

“Yes, God yes, Tristan your mouth is amazing, Suck harder, I want to cum down your throat. Yes that’s so good.”

All of the talk, all of the hardness all of the rhythm built up and Tristan gave herself over to it all, letting the molten waves drown her. As she began to tremble, she reached for Allison’s tits and grabbed the nipples, pinching at them, firing her orgasm off.

“Yes Tristan, so good, how did you know to grab…”

She sucked in hard, creating a vacuum effect that brought a shout from Wade and he came off next.

“FUCK! YES!”

As she came after them, Tristan flexed the muscles in her ass.

“Fuck me Bon Bon, fuck my ass hard…I a love to cum with you fucking my ass, baby, come with me there, oh…oh…OH!”

Bon Bon shot his hot cum into her, finishing her off. Everyone was in a heap on the bed, lost in their ecstasy, exhausted and fulfilled. No one wanted to break the spell, and they fell asleep where they lay.


When Tristan woke, the bed was empty. As she gathered her thoughts and realized where she was, a panic gripped at her. She lay still listening for sounds of Bon Bon in the loft. All she could hear was her heart thumping and her breath becoming panicked.
She sat up and looked around the room. No clothes strewn about, no sign anyone else was around.

“Elias?”

No answer. A lump began to form in her throat and fear filled her chest.

“Elias?!”

Silence again. Terror started to build in her and she scrambled off the bed running to the bathroom, looking for him. The thought he had already left her crowded into her thoughts and made her flesh go icy.

“Elias!”

Her knees buckled under her and she fell to the floor in a heap, hysterical sobs coming from her. She kept screaming his name, hoping it would make him appear.

“Tristan!”

He was there beside her, fully dressed, carrying a bag and coffee. He dropped everything and ran to her. She looked up in disbelief, relief flooding through her as he gathered her in his arms.


“Oh, God, Elias. I thought you had left me. I woke up and…”

“Shhhhhhh. Flower…shhh. I’m sorry. I went for breakfast. Wade and Allison left hours ago.”

Tristan’s tears trickled down his chest as she buried her face in the front of his shirt, hands clutching the material. He stroked her hair and calmed her until she was able to stand. He put her back in the bed and tucked the covers around her, then lay beside her.

“You okay now?”

“Yes. I just got frightened. I thought you were gone, that you had already left. I didn’t know what day or what time it was, and you weren’t here.”

“It’s okay. I am here now and we have the whole day before I go.”

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t go. Don’t leave. I can’t lose you.”

“You are not losing me love. I will be back. I couldn’t live without you now.”

He pulled Tristan tight against him. He kissed the top of her head and stroked her arm. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. All she could see were truth and love. She had to trust that he would come back to her when he left. She did. Anyone who gave so much of himself, so much pleasure, so much life to another could never lie.

“Elias, make love to me. Everything we have done over the past few days has been wonderful. But just, make love to me.”

He sat up and removed his shirt and slid off the skirt. The wig followed. There was no make up on him, and he was all man lying beside her. He bent down and kissed her, butterfly wings against her lips. Again and again he kissed her mouth, her cheeks, her eyes, and she mimicked him. When their mouths met again, it was gentle, probing, open. Tristan pulled him on top of her and ran her hands down the length of his smooth back, feeling his warmth. The spot where she buried her nose in his neck smelled of the morning sun. Pulling the covers from between them, he opened her legs and petted her. Her hand found his prick and she began to run her palm up and down the length. When he was hard, he positioned himself at her opening, sliding the tip of his cock into her. They locked eyes and he moved in, slow and deliberate. Her eyes closed as he reached his hilt, and she tilted her hips up to meet him. He stayed there, feeling the walls of her pussy clutch at him. Drawing back, he exhaled.

“Tristan, there is nothing as smooth or welcoming as your cunt. I could lay here inside you forever.”

A gentle rhythm of his cock in her cunt, her hips coming forward to meet his began. She ran her hands over his back, around the front, up his abs to his chest and back around, pulling him close and pushing him back. He braced himself up on his arms, letting her count the cadence and the warmth of their lovemaking washed over them. As the approached the climax, she took hold of his waist, spread her legs a little wider and pulled him at her.

“Yes, Elias, love me.”

Their orgasms, though not as sharp and fast, were no less fulfilling.

“Oh, Tristan!” His arms dropped and he gathered her in his arms as his groin ground into hers. They trembled together, wrapped up in each other, and it ebbed in slow waves, spreading over them and out as they stilled. Neither wanted to let go of the other, and they lay in the morning sun, dozing off.

Tristan could not shake the sadness.

Elias had been attentive and sweet all day. They had napped and showered, then went to the outdoor markets and her apartment to gather more of her things. Tomorrow, she would notify her landlady she would be moving out. The joy she felt knowing that she was moving to his apartment was shaded by the sadness that he would not be there, at least not at first.

She longed to ask him why he may be detained. What did he fear down there? If it were so dangerous, why did he have to go? She knew the answer to that one, his grandfather. The love of his family filled her heart. He was a dedicated man. Still, it didn’t make the thought of him leaving any easier to bear. Several times he caught her with her eyes shimmering, full of tears. She would just watch him in movement, trying to burn his gestures, his smiles, every little affectation he had into her memory. He would gather her in his arms when he caught her like this, and kiss away the tears. As the days shadows grew longer on the sidewalks, so did the shadow on her heart.

When they finally returned home, they found a lovely dinner waiting on the table with a bouquet of roses. There was a card from Wade and Allison in gratitude for the previous nights games and a promise that they would do it again when Elias returned. After eating, Elias began to pack a small back pack.

“I will go alone to the airport tomorrow. Because of the danger, you cannot know when I go. Not the flight, the airline, nothing. I am sure nothing will happen, but I do not want you to have any information, and I’ll not have you lie for me.”

A lump formed in Tristan’s throat as she watched the small amount of toiletries and make-up being packed. He obviously planned to either return quickly, or to not have anything he had to worry about leaving behind or losing.

“Elias…what is it that makes it so dangerous for you?”

He stopped and looked out the window. After a moment his voice came from far away. It was not his usual tone, it was dark and sad.

“There is a man down there who enjoys his job far too much. He sees men who fuck other men as an abomination, and it is out of guilt. He and his officers walk the town looking for such men, beating them and throwing them in prison of false charges.”

“Lt. Victor had a bad experience as a child. One of the town fags, as he calls them, molested him on more than one occasion. He was appalled, traumatized. He was ashamed that he was thought to be of the persuasion, even though he found it somewhat exciting, he couldn’t let go of the humiliation. He had two choices. Become one of them, or one against them.”

“He runs the local prison now, and has full reign over who is thrown in and how they are treated. It is a pit, a hovel, and only the barest necessities are allowed. Dignity is not something afforded any of his prisoners. Most are actual criminals. The gay men he has incarcerated are the targets of his beatings, but the rest of the inmate population enjoys them. They are a distraction in an otherwise gray and depressing life.”

“Lt. Victor is my brother. And if he knows I am home, he will arrest me. I am his biggest embarrassment.”

He turned to look at Tristan, his eyes full of tears. Her face was already wet from her own and she took him in her arms and held him while he wept out his pain.

“My own brother hates me so much. He cannot accept me or my way of life. He thinks I should have protected him, he believes I am responsible for his molestations.”

“Shhh. Elias.”

“I-I’, sorry, my flower. This is our last night together and here I go spoiling it.”

“No, I asked. I know you love your Grandfather, but is it really worth the risk? He will know that you are coming to say good-bye! Surely he will get you!”

“I have to. I cannot let my Grandfather go without one last good-bye. And, if he finds me, so be it. He can do as he wishes to me. It is time I stopped running from this. He wins as long as I am afraid.”

Elias stroked Tristan’s hair. She listened as his heart slowed from its rapid beat. She focused on the soothing sound.

“Come. Let’s go to the roof. You have yet to see my garden.”

He led her to a circular staircase that led to the roof. The sun was sinking on the horizon, casting an orange humid glow over the roof. Elias lit the Tiki torches along the path that led to a small roof top garden area. There was a chaise lounger, large enough for three people to lay on, surrounded by terra cotta pots of various flora. He took her to lay on the chaise. As the sun drew back its glow, the black night crept in, pinpricks of stars appearing on the moonless night. They looked up into the growing darkness, the shadows from the star light softening the world.

“I have to go back to face him, if that is what is to happen. I know that with you waiting here for me, I can endure anything. Once he has extracted his twisted vengeance on me, I can live with no fear. I cannot give you all of my love, when a part of me is afraid.”

“Yes, you can.”

“No. I would not feel worthy.”
“All right. I love you, no matter what. But…I understand. I will be here, no matter how long.”

She leaned over and kissed him. She trailed her lips down his chin, his throat, to the Adam’s apple at his throat. Her hands found their way under his shirt and she removed it, resuming her exploration of his smooth chest. His hands held her waist while her mouth wet his nipples, working them into hard little peaks. He let out a low moan and reached to cup her breasts, teasing them with his thumbs. She found his belly and criss-crossed the fine line of hair there while undoing his shorts. He pulled her blouse off and slid her skirt down. Both lay naked in the night, the warm breezes of August fanning the growing passion.

“Lay there lover, and let me give to you.”

Her eyes held his as she found his half erect cock with her mouth. As she swallowed him, his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

“Oh God.”

Elias’s cock grew harder in her mouth as her tongue lapped up and down the shaft. She nipped and nibbled at the head, finding the spot just under the tip, that most sensitive spot, and she poked at it with her tongue.

“Fuck! Tristan! That’s the spot! Oh fuck!”

Tristan set up a rhythm, swallowing the cock down until her nose was buried at its base, creating a hard suction in her oral chamber. Grating the shaft with her teeth, she drew up to the edge of the head, giving the opening on the tip of his prick a jab with the tip of her tongue. Down again, and up until she felt the muscles in his ass and thighs start to quiver. Pre-cum oozed out to her waiting lips, and she added her hand to the manipulations on the cock.

“Tristan…yes...God yes!”

She pulled back and watched as his cum shot up into the night sky. Her hand held him firm and coaxed all of the milky fluid out. Once he was spent, she began to lick it off his belly.

“My God Tristan. That was, exquisite.”

She smiled and took her place next to him on the chaise while he recovered. His hands traveled the lines of her side, from her shoulder, down to the edge of her breast, along the curve of her waist and hip, around to her ass. He pushed her to lay fat on her back and ran his flat palm along her skin. Bending over he took her nipple into his mouth, feeling the skin tighten and the rosy bud grow. He bit it and she let out a small cry. Releasing it, he traveled to the other and flicked at it with his tongue until it was as tight and tall as the other. Placing a hand on each breast, he brought them together, catching both hard pebbles in his mouth, suckling loudly at them. He left his hands at her breasts and moved to her pussy, growing wet with his attentions. Tristan spread her legs open to him, lifting them up and laying them wide. She opened her lips to his mouth. His tongue drew a wide wet path along her slit and stopped at her clit, wiggling about. As he had done with her, she began to moan to the stars. He pinched her nipples, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through her, ending where his mouth was working. Making his tongue stiff, he poked in and out of her cunt, then sucked her clit, over and over.

“Elias…Elias, oh shit, Elias, yes, fuck me with your tongue lover! Yes. Pinch my nipples harder, twist them yes! Torture them! It feel s good!”

Tristan coaxed him on, his tongue moving in a fervor to satisfy her. He rolled her hips up and spread her self wider. Elias released her and jumped of the chaise, pulling her to the edge. He grabbed her legs and drove his cock down into her. Grabbing her waist. He pulled her up to meet him. Hunger drove them on and she forced her cunt up to meet his cock in each thrust. Reaching under her shoulders he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs about his waist. He stood and bobbed her up and down on his cock. She leaned back from him, her breast bouncing with the thrusts. He bent and captured a nipple in his teeth, pulling at it, eliciting a loud cry from her. He body began to shake and he sucked the nipple an areola into his mouth, sucking it hard.

“Yes, Elias yes.”

“Cum for me Tristan, let it go. Because when you are done, I am going to bend you over the chaise, and fuck you from behind.”

“Anything yes God anything.”

She went limp from the orgasm and he was true to his word. He bent her over and found her hole from behind and began to fuck her doggie style, slamming into her, the sound of their flesh meeting echoing on the roof top. Mingling with their voices.

“Fuck…me…fuck...me...fuck…me.”

“Yes flower. You are so good and so tight, I love my cock in you.”

“My ass…fuck my ass…”

Elias pulled from her cunt and drove into her ass. He was so slick from her pussy that it took no effort at all. She clenched the muscles in her ass, trying to hold him. He could feel the walls trembling against him. In and out he moved, feeling his own pressure building.

“Feel it Tristan, feel it building again. Cum for me. Cum with me.”

He grabbed her breasts and wobbled them, brushing the erect nipples, squeezing the flesh.

“Elias, I am cumming, oh God you are perfect in my ass…Harder! Fuck it harder!”

With that, Elias exploded in her ass, and her orgasm ran from her cunt. They shook together the white hot heat of lust enveloping them, obliterating the night and the stars, the garden and the world. All that was left were their two bodies, every nerve ending electric and live. The fell forward to the chaise, the August night their blanket.

The next morning, Tristan stood watching the sun rise while Elias dressed. He came up behind her and kissed her neck. Without turning, she cupped his cheek with her palm, pressing his head to her shoulder. They stood like that for a moment, but it would be the eternity of that moment that she remembered.

He grabbed his pack and she heard him leave the apartment.

“Travel safe, my Bon Bon. Come back to me soon.”