The arena was empty when Monique hurried out of the dressing room and rushed to the entrance. Her mind raced as she recalled the mysterious stranger who was Vincent’s double shouting encouragement to her from his ringside seat. Despite the grueling match she’d endured less than an hour before, her body seemed almost weightless. She burst through the doors and peered into the darkness. There was no one in sight. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. His words continued to run through her mind. “I’ll be outside waiting for you when you’re ready.”
A voice from behind startled her. “It’s not yet time. Soon it will be, but not just yet.” Monique felt an arm encircle her shoulders and she turned to see Andrew standing next to her. Tears filled her eyes as she shook her head. “Oh Andrew! I don’t understand. I don’t understand at all!”
“Trust your destiny. Happiness greater than you’re fondest fantasy is on your horizon.” Andrew’s voice hung in the air as Monique blinked her tearful eyes, trying to focus in the darkness. As her vision cleared she realized she was alone in front of the arena. She slowly walked to her car and drove home, lost in a silent reverie. A short while she arrived at her apartment and walked inside, dropping her gym bag on the floor as she entered. The whistling of the teapot interrupted her thoughts and she sat sipping her tea as she listened to the music playing in the background. It was a recording she loved, a live jam session recorded at the New Orleans Alley one night when Vincent was sitting in with Hound Dog Willie’s Blues Band. The music washed over her and she could feel his presence all around her. Her taut body slowly relaxed and she drifted off to sleep.
The familiar sound of a train whistle in the distance brought a smile to Monique’s face as she stood waiting on the worn boarding platform in front of the abandoned train depot deep in the desert. Soon a sleek, black locomotive appeared, pulling seven rail cars behind. As the train came to a stop the conductor stepped down and smiled at Monique. “Good evening, m’lady. It’s a pleasure, as always, to see you again.”
Monique returned Jensen’s smile and squeezed his outstretched hand as she boarded. She saw Andrew seated at a table in the dining car and rushed to join him. “Where did you go?” She asked with a mixture of puzzlement and curiousity. “And what did you mean, it’s not yet time?”
Andrew drew a deep breath and smiled slightly. “Ahhh Monique, always so impatient. You must remember that destiny follows it’s own time line.”
“I don’t understand. This is all terribly confusing to me. I know Vincent is still alive, at least alive in some sense of the word. And who is the man I saw at the arena? And why didn’t he wait for me?”
“So many questions!” Andrew poured Monique a cup of tea and took her hand. “Yes. Vincent continues to live. Rather, his spirit lives in the body of a man named Dillon. That’s the man you saw at the arena. It wasn’t possible for him to wait for you. He was summoned elsewhere, but not to worry sweet lady, all will become clear soon enough. Now relax, sip your tea and enjoy the sunrise over the desert.”
Monique gazed out the window, feeling her apprehension slowly easing as the railcar’s gentle movements soothed her. She watched as the brilliance of the morning sun washed over the desert sand. As the train slowed, Andrew stood and took Monique by the hand. “You’ve arrived at your destination. Soon all will be well and you’ll find more happiness than you ever dreamed possible.”
Monique stepped down from the railcar and smiled as the familiar surroundings came into view. “Oh Andrew! Why didn’t you tell me I was returning to Boiler Bay?”
“And ruin a perfectly good surprise? That would be unacceptable.” Andrew took her hand and led her up the path to Vincent’s cabin by the ocean. They arrived and walked inside. Monique’s breath caught in her throat as she saw the man she was sure was Vincent seated at the rustic table in the middle of the room. Next to him was a statuesque brunette woman with mystical brown eyes and an infatuating smile. Monique tried to speak but her words caught in her throat.
Andrew smiled. “Monique, I’d like you to meet Dillon and Shilo.” Monique lowered herself into a chair, staring at Dillon.
“Hello Monique.” Dillon reached out and took her hand. “I feel like I’ve known you for quite some time. Vincent’s memories, as wonderful as they are, don’t do you justice.”
Monique smiled and blushed slightly. “I don’t know what to say. You’re so much like Vincent!”
Shilo reached out and took Monique’s other hand. “In a sense, Dillon is Vincent. We, Dillon and I have been many people in many lifetimes. Now we’re here to bring you pleasure greater than your fondest fantasies. Bringing you pleasure will bring us pleasure.”
Andrew put his hand on Monique’s shoulder. “Enjoy m’lady. It is time for me to renew my love affair with the sea.”
An apprehensive expression crossed Monique’s face. Shilo noticed her discomfort and smiled reassurningly. I’ll walk with Andrew for a bit. I’m sure you and Dillon would like to become reacquainted.”
Monique could feel her body tingling with arousal as she gazed across the table at Dillon and remembered the last time she’d been with Vincent here at his cabin. “Would you like some breakfast?” Dillon inquired with a devilish smile.
Monique grinned wickedly. “What I’m hungry for won’t fit into a pan on the stove. Do you remember the last time we were together? I want to take up where we left off. I want to hear you say you’ve had enough and can’t take any more. Then I want to torture you some more.”
Dillon wriggled slightly. The bulge in his trousers answered Monique’s question. “M’mmmm. I s’pose breakfast could wait.” Dillon pulled Monique to her feet, slowly undressed her and stood for a moment admiring her gorgeous body. Her majestic breasts and her magnificent legs were even more enticing than Vincent’s memories allowed him to remember.
Monique loosened his belt and let his trousers fall to the floor. She pushed him back and they landed on the bed, locked together in a steamy embrace. Monique rolled on top of Dillon and kissed him passionately, her hips grinding into his. She was strong and her aggressive movements aroused him instantly. She inched upward on his body, her breasts surrounding his face. The passionate heat of her body blended with his as she buried her fingers in his hair. She raised her upper body and smiled wickedly. “Suck my nipples, baby. Suck them hard.”
Dillon needed no more encouragement. He eagerly sucked first one and then the other of her erect nipples as he clawed her ass cheeks. He could hear her breathing quicken as she moaned with pleasure. She pulled his head closer, anxious to increase the incredible pleasure she was feeling. Dillon continued to nibble and suck her tits, his body writhing with passion. Slowly, Monique inched her way further up his body, straddling his chest with her thighs as she grinned down at him. “I want to punish you baby. I want to make you beg for mercy and then finish you off.”
Monique worked her way into position and trapped his face between her thighs. Her moist, clean-shaved pussy pressed tightly to him and his eager tongue and lips found her. His tongue drove into her, feeling her contractions as his lips nibbled gently at hers. Monique shrieked and squealed, her hips thrashing wildly as she rode his face. “Oh! Jesus! Oh my God that feels good!”
Dillon gripped Monique’s tits, one in each hand, as he teased and tortured her rock-hard nipples. Her breath came in ragged gasps, interspersed with screams of pleasure, her head thrown back, her contorted face mirroring the intensity of sensation sweeping over her. Monique’s body glistened with sweat as she clawed at Dillon’s chest. Suddenly she threw herself forward, grasping his bulging erection with both hands. She stroked his cock with a slow, steady rhythm, watching his hips thrust upward with every move she made. He could feel her hair brush his torso as she slowly slid her mouth over his shaft. Her tongue worked it’s magic on the head of his cock and he thrashed and struggled. Monique loosed a long, loud scream as she erupted with a powerful burst of passion, her body shivering and shuddering. Dillon continued to slurp and lick at a torrid pace and Monique continued to orgasm. Dillon’s legs wrapped tightly around Monique’s head and he held her in place. He continued to probe her quivering snatch with his tongue. He could feel her clawing his ass cheeks as she continued to suck and lick. Unable to hold back any longer, Dillon felt his load explode into Monique’s eager mouth.
Monique fell onto her side, still clamping Dillon’s head tightly between her sweaty thighs. She grinned wickedly as she watched her lover’s cock slowly shrink. “Oh no, baby, you aren’t done yet. I’m not ready to let up on you just yet.”
With that she pulled his hair, squeezed him tighter and set to work stroking his limp cock at a slow and steady pace. Dillon responded with renewed effort, licking and slurping Monique’s wet pussy. Monique’s exquisite torture elicited guttural growls and gasps from Dillon as he hugged her thighs and thrashed helplessly. Monique was in total control once again and watching him suffer made her even hotter. Her thighs ground on his head as she pumped her hips wildly and stroked his now semi-erect cock with no hint of mercy. “That’s it baby,” Monique gasped. “Give it to me! I want every drop of cum you’ve got. I want it, baby. I want all of it.”
The more Monique tortured his stiffening cock the wilder he became. Monique was nearing another orgasm. She could feel Dillon’s tongue reaching inside her, coaxing her to passionate heights she had experienced with no other man in her life. Monique took his cock in her mouth once more, licking and sucking at a furious pace. She could feel her orgasm building, fire spreading from her loins outward across her entire body. She was quivering and shaking as the force of her release sent her reeling. She released his cock and screamed loudly as she slipped over the edge of sheer pleasure and felt herself swept away in a sea of passion. It was nearly more than she could stand. Monique was so hot and aroused she felt she’d surely pass out.
With a burst of movement, Dillon escaped Monique’s grip and rolled on top of her writhing body, his cock now fully erect. He let it rub her pussy lips lightly, as Monique squealed with delight. She reached down and guided his cock into her. “Oh baby, fuck me! God! Fuck me, baby. Oh! God! That feels soooo good!”
Dillon stroked with long, slow movements, anxious to prolong the ecstacy as long as possible. Monique was wild with arousal, thrashing and writhing, her sweaty body meeting his with every lunge, her hips thrusting upward, surging powerfully with every sensation. Monique’s fingers wound through his hair and she pulled him into her. The lovers gasped and growled as their passion flared ever higher. Dillon could feel his release near at hand as Monique’s sweet, tight pussy milked his cock like a thousand magic fingers. Suddenly with a final scream of ecstacy they erupted in a magificent burst of love liquid, a mutual orgasm sweeping over them like molten lava.
Monique opened her eyes and was amazed to find Shilo standing at the foot of the bed wearing nothing but a thong and holding a leather bag in her hands. She reached into the bag, removing several sex toys and jar of warming gel. She flashed Monique a wicked smile. “I thought these might be nice to play with. I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.”
Monique smiled at Shilo. “It might be fun and I do like your sex toys.”
Shilo responded with a teasing grin. “Are you sure you can handle me?”
“I think so. I’ll have you begging me to let up on you before I’m done working you over.”
Without another word, Shilo slowly approached, pushing Monique down on the bed as she lowered her head and took her nipple between her teeth, nibbling gently. Monique gasped with pleasure, holding Shilo’s head with both hands, guiding her hungry mouth from one nipple to the other. “Oh! Jesus! I love what your doing!”
Shilo let her hands glide across Monique’s torso and she slowly massaged her inner thighs. She continued to lick and nibble Monique’s tits as she slowly slid her fingers into Monique’s quivering snatch. Monique gripped Shilo by the hair, guiding her mouth from one mound of flesh to the other. Shilo found one of the sex toys and slowly drove it into Monique’s hot pussy. She pulled it back, letting the head of the toy tease Monique’s pussy lips. “Oh! Oh! You don’t play fair!”
Shilo smiled. “I never said I would!” With that she began stroking Monique’s pussy deeper and faster. Monique gasped and squealed with pleasure. Dillon was growing erect as he watched Shilo and Monique. He knelt down and took Shilo’s place as he eagerly sucked and licked Monique’s gorgeous breasts. Shilo continued to pump the toy into Monique’s pussy, letting her lips and tongue explore her inner thighs. Monique’s breathing was coming in powerful gasps as her hips thrust upward with each stroke of the toy. Shilo was relentless, pumping the toy at a furious pace. Monique shuddered with pleasure as her orgasm neared. Dillon continued to explore her upper body with his lips and tongue, trailing kisses down her chest to her torso and across her waist. Monique screamed with pleasure as she thrashed and writhed across the bed, Shilo following her every move, continuing to pound the toy into her snatch. Dillon was unable to restrain himself any longer and he rolled onto his back, intent on pleasuring himself as he watched Monique explode in a magnificent burst of passion.
Shilo and Monique were both dripping with sweat, the intensity of the love session driving them both crazy. Shilo scrambled on top of Monique, wrapping her thighs around Monique’s head. Monique buried her face in Shilo’s pussy, eager to drive her crazy with arousal. Shilo dove into Monique’s steamy snatch, eagerly sucking and licking as she felt herself squeezed tightly between Monique’s shapely thighs. Both women gasped and growled, alternately clawing ass cheeks and hugging each other’s thighs, each intent on bringing pleasure to the other.
The sight of the women locked together in such an erotic fashion was more than Dillon could stand and he shot his load into the air with a furious blast. He rolled onto his back and watched intently as Shilo scissored Monique’s head, slurping and licking Monique’s pussy. Monique shuddered violently as she erupted with a violent orgasm that shot through her body like a jolt of electricity. Unable to continue, Monique’s body seemed to melt. Shilo was wild with passion as she rolled on top of Dillon. “God, baby, finish me off. Oh! Finish me baby, lick my pussy.”
Dillon didn’t need any encouragement as he licked and nibbled Shilo’s quivering muff. A long, loud scream announced the onrush of passionate release as Shilo thrashed and lunged forward and back, her pussy devouring her lover. Shilo fell onto her back on the bed, gasping for breath. Dillon rolled on top of her, driving his cock into her pussy with wild abandon. Shilo moaned and gasped as she felt another powerful orgasm building inside. “Oh, sweet Jesus, baby, I’m gonna come again!
Shilo lunged upward, her body ridgid as she nearly bucked Dillon off the bed. Her screams of pleasure filled the air as she pounded the mattress with her fists. As the pleasurable sensations slowly subsided, Shilo rolled to her knees and grinned at Monique. “We’re not done yet.“ With that she worked her way into position, pinning Monique’s shoulders on the bed with her knees as she poured warming gel on her hands and slowly massaged Monique’s heaving breasts, pulling and twisting her nipples, one at a time. Dillon poured warming gel on Monique’s throbbing pussy and slowly massaged her with both hands, teasing and tantalizing her pouting pussy lips. His fingers found her clit and he rubbed it slowly as she writhed and struggled beneath him. Monique wrapped her legs around Vincent and thrust her hips upward with wild abandon. She was on fire once more, gasping and squealing with pleasure. Shilo continued, her thighs wrapped tightly around Monique’s head as she continued to torture her tits. Dillon reached out, retrieved the sex toy and slowly worked it into Monique’s tight pussy. He worked with long, slow strokes, teasing her lips with the head of the toy. Her muffled gasps and shrieks of ecstacy filled the air as her body shuddered and quivered. Another furious burst of pleasure ripped through her body as she quivered and shook, her legs squeezing the breath out of her lover. Dillon slowly extracted the toy from Monique’s pussy and fell onto his side next to her on the bed.
Shilo shifted her position, continuing to straddle Monique’s head with her thighs. She took the sex toy from Dillon, an evil grin on her face as she rubbed the head of the toy lightly across Monique’s pussy lips. “Oh, God! I can’t take any more. Oh! No more! I can’t take any more, sweet Jesus, I’ve had enough.” Shilo wrapped her legs around Monique’s head and squeezed with all her strength. She was in control and loving it. “Now we’ll see how much you can really take!” With that Shilo set to work, pounding Monique’s pussy at a frantic pace. Monique thrashed helplessly on the bed as Shilo grinned wickedly. Monique clawed Shilo’s thighs and ass cheeks, her hips gyrating wildly as she felt another powerful orgasm rock her body. Shilo loosened her hold on Monique and smiled an evil smile. “Want me to let up on you?” Before she could answer, Shilo released her and rolled over.
Monique’s body quivered as the last remnants of orgasm swept through her body. “God! That was the most fantastic love session I’ve ever had!”
Moments later they lay sleeping soundly together. Once again Dillon, Shilo and Monique found themselves standing on the boarding platform deep in the desert, watching as a sleek, black locomotive and seven rail cars pulled into sight. The train came to a stop and they boarded, making their way to the dining car.
Andrew met them as they approached an empty table. “May I join the lovers trio for coffee?” He inquired with a smile. As they sat down, Andrew gazed at Monique. “I assume your inner animal was thoroughly satisfiied?”
Monique gave him a teasing grin. “For now. But now I want more! I’ve never been happier. How can I ever repay you?
Andrew blushed slightly. “You already have. Watching a tigress as beautiful as you is all the payment I could wish for.”
Monique looked up with an astonished expression. “You were there? Just how much do you see?”
“Enough to keep me smiling far past our next destination, my sweet.”
