Fan letter!!

I was thinking of you when I slid my finger into my wet cunt tonight!

I slid my shirt up and unhooked my black lace bra so that I could play with my nipples first, I pulled my skirt up just enough for me to touch my pussy.

Teasing them and softly rubbing my tits getting my nipples rock hard and then twisting them so they burn a bit.

Licking my fingers I rubbed my nipples more, thinking about your hard throbbing cock in my mouth earlier.

I am already wet as I move my hands down to my clit, spread my lips I rub down to get my fingers wet.

I rub softly over my clit and then flick it roughly sparking it to attention.

I stick my fingers in my pussy again, but this time to rub my wetness on my nipples, the silky wet making my nipples harder still.

As I lay down, I arch my back, spread my legs up and use one hand to spread my lips and another to slap my wet clit.

I can feel myself tingling, and about to cum, so I start rubbing softly, wanting to keep the feeling of just before orgasm a bit longer.

I cum hard despite the fact that I try to hold off, I can't wait, your cock teasing my mind, while I come I grab my nipples and ride it out.

I grab my vibrator and start getting it wet from my pussy and start caressing my clitoris again, easily coming again

As I cum, I stick the vibrator inside me moving it roughly in and out wishing it was your cock.

Fucking myself sustains my orgasm and makes it last longer, grabbing my nipples that are now sticky from my dried juices....

I pull the vibrator out and lick it, tasting myself and wanting to kiss you hard with my taste in my mouth for you to taste me when you pull me towards you.

I am still tingly and could orgasm very easily if touched again...do you want to touch me?

By Anon.

Warshall' By Anonymous

Warshall
anonymous

Whenever I got hit with after-school detention I took it. A lot of kids skipped out, but the way I figured, the sooner I got it over with the less bullshit I'd run into up the line.

I'd finished all my homework and now I was just killing time annoying the teacher. This was easy to do because she was already annoyed about being there in the first place. I put my legs up on the desk, crackled my pop bottle, made strange noises every time she looked away...not real mature, but rewarding. Finally she sighed and grabbed her purse and her keys. We all stood up and clapped as she stalked out of the room.

After everyone else had left, Warshall got up and opened the windows. We sat in the open frames with our legs dangling outside.

"At least two of us can be trusted, huh," he said in a squeaky voice as he passed me his pipe. I shook my head, held up my pop and waggled it "I'm good."
"What you got ?" he asked.
"Raspberry Slurpee and Romilar," I replied.
"Wow. Thats wrong." Warshall shook his head and lit another bole.

We sat there and watched people go by down below. In the middle of the lawn, Campus Security stood and watched too. Occasionally he pretended to talk into a shoulder mike.
"I hate that prick," said Warshall. "He's a fucking thief and he's a pussy, too. If he thinks you're holding he'll pull a stop and search on you, except whatever he finds ends up in his pocket. Of course you can't say shit about it; he has the badge, you get kicked out. Ask me. I know. That's why I took detention."
"Hey! Deputy Dawg!" I yelled. When he looked up I flashed him.
Warshall broke up laughing. "I CANNOT believe you just did that!"

I pointed down to where the guard was running furiously towards the main door. "Check it out! Barney's pissed! Oh no!" I nearly broke something laughing when he stopped and began to tug at the main doors, and then kick them. "I love it! Oh my God, deal with it! Fife forgot the fucking keys!"

While we laughed and catcalled him the late bell rang and the doors unlocked. The guard almost knocked himself out pulling them open.
As he hurried inside we dropped down the side of the building into the rhododendrons, picked ourselves up and ran off.

"Oh dammit, that reminds me," Warsh said. We stopped short. "I have to pick some shit up. Come help me and I'll give you ride home. I've got my dad's truck."

I followed him all the way to the back of the campus and behind the tennis courts to a low cinder-block building.
"The fuck. This is the Administration annex," I said.
He kept walking. "It's fine. They all leave at five. The only office that stays open is security and we know where he is. Place is empty."
"How do you know?" I asked.
"My dad does the cleaning service. Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I forgot and left a bunch of rug cleaning stuff here last night. I have permission to go in when I need to" he said, as he sorted through a handful of tagged keys "And I have a key. Somewhere."

We walked into the empty building. Warshall found the equipment and we loaded it into the truck.
Then I headed for the security office.

Barney Fife had an impressive collection of virtual pets, I noticed as I rummaged through his desk drawers. Lots of roach clips, pipes and rolling papers too. And power hitters. Concert bongs, deerings...pocket scales, burnt glass tubes, aluminum foil...
And lighters.

I grabbed a handful.

I had just opened the bottom drawer and discovered just how true Warshalls accusations had been when he reappeared in the doorway.
"Come on. Don't do that. My dad could lose this account if shit turns up missing" he said.
"That might not apply in this case," I replied. "You want your weed back? I just found it; take a look."
Warshall walked over and looked. "Jesus fucking wept. It looks like pot-luck at the DEA."
"And now we restore the balance of karma. Let me demonstrate," I said, grabbing a handful of baggies and stuffing them in the pockets of my jacket.
"I can feel the Universe becoming a better place already," he said, and began filling his pockets as well.

Now I'd been sitting in detention for the past week and a half watching Warshall, mainly because he was usually the only thing to look at beside the teacher on duty. The thing most obvious about him was that he was completely nondescript. Nice enough guy; I had him in a couple of classes. Longish curly hair. Average. Not somebody I ever thought twice about. I'd been surprised to see him staying after. He didn't strike me as the detention type.
Of course I wondered what he looked like taking a shower.

I had a lot of time on my hands in detention and I thought a great deal about things like that anyway, but all that had amounted to was idle speculation. We'd talked on the way to the bus, got high a couple of times while we waited, and that seemed to be that. Nice, guy, no interest, meh, fine.

Now here we were committing a class C felony together.
That kind of thing bonds people.

I stared at him until he looked up at me, and then I kissed him.

"You're direct," he said.
"B&E makes me hot," I replied.

He smelled like warm laundry and smoke.


He kissed me back with complete single-mindedness. Not tentatively either. Our tongues met and slipped around each other. He sucked on my bottom lip. He bit down just enough to make all the hair on the back of my neck rise. Then he moved to my neck and began doing the same.


He wasn't in any hurry.
He wasn't thinking about anything else.
He didn't look up every second worried about getting busted.
Best of all, he didn't say 'slow down'.
God, it knocked me out.

I leaned into him, and found I needed to tilt my head to meet his lips. He pushed my jacket down over my shoulders. All the while he was kissing me, his hands moving over my throat and shoulders, up into my hair, outlining my lips.
I could feel him getting harder.

I moved back to let it find space, and he laughed.

I untucked his shirt and stroked my hands up along his chest and back, His skin fit him close, he was long muscled; and I pressed the palms of my hands against him and felt it all moving in sequence...enjoying the curls that made a line up his stomach, the curls covering his chest, under his arms, in the pit of his throat.
I began unbuttoning his shirt.

He leaned back against the edge of the desk, arms braced behind him, and watched me.

This just blew me away. It was erotic as hell, watching him enjoy seeing my hands move over his chest, over his stomach and around his waist, watching him arch into it and smile, seeing his pulse beat and his chest rise.
When I put my mouth on him and moved my tongue over his nipple he raised one hand to the back of my head and breathed 'Yeah.'
My legs almost gave out.
"God, I want to blow you," I said. "And I want to take my time and enjoy getting there."
He reached around and began unbuckling his belt. "At some point I do plan to fuck you," he said. "Just so you know."

I lost myself in him. The longer I spent exploring him, breathing in the way his skin smelled, the more I savoured him...seeing him wanting more, telling me what he liked.

I bit him, I ran my tongue over his skin and tasted him everywhere, I found places that made him gasp. He slipped his fingertips between my lips while my mouth was pressed against him and surged against me when he felt my tongue. He watched my lips as I sucked on his finger, then closed his hand over my breast and ran the same wet finger across my nipple.

He was delicious.


I slipped his trousers down and raised the hem of my shirt so that I could slide his cock between my breasts. He groaned when I pressed them together around him. "God, swallow it now," he said. "I really can't wait any more."
He lifted one long leg out of his pants and I drew my tongue down the inside of his thigh. When I returned the way I'd gone I turned my head and slipped the head of his cock between my lips. He pressed forward into my mouth groaning "Fuck yeah..." as I relaxed my throat and let him all the way in.


Then I put one arm around his thigh, lifted his leg over my shoulder and went down on him like I was starving.


Things fell off the desk. Something broke.

He went back hard on his elbows, breathing fast. I drew on him hard, working my tongue, nothing held back, loving his smell, loving his taste and the way he was breathing. A pile of folders fell off the desk and the inbox followed it.

He threw his head back and met every stroke with his hips and legs. I was just losing my mind. The way he moved without thinking, the way he urged me on and wanted it harder.
I put my back and arms into it, until I was actually lifting him against me, taking him into the back of my throat and then drawing back, licking the whole length and sucking him hard, pistoning back down.
The whole desk moved backward a few inches at a time.

I could taste him when he neared his orgasm. Slowly he closed both hands into fists and drew up into a rigid arc.
Then I took him balls deep.
He came, groaning, shouting, in huge incredible pounding waves while I held him and swallowed and felt him gather himself and come again, hips moving, thighs hard and shaking.

I felt like I'd conquered Everest.
I wanted to applaud.
I wanted to make him come like that fifty more times if I could.




Someone cleared their throat.



There stood Serpico in the doorway, grinning like a hound.



We stood there like idiots.
And continued to stand there like idiots.
And...continued.
To stand there.
Like idiots.

After a moment it occurred to me that McGruff the crime dork was spending way too much time considering his options. Any other low norm would have already hit the 911 button and let us run. It wasn't his job to detain people, just to report them. I remembered that from the student handbook.
It also occurred to me that he probably wasn't supposed to have a taser or zip tie restraints.
But he did.
Simply excellent.

Suddenly he pulled the taser off of his belt like a cowboy and hit the trigger. It sparked and cracked.
"Oh HELL no," said Warshall. The guard turned toward him.

Warshall backhanded the hand holding the tazer upwards.
Deputy Fife tazed himself right in the face.

He hit the floor hard.

I ran over to him and knelt down. "Dude, can you talk? Are you ok?" I asked.
He nodded. "I think so," he said. "Damn that hurts."
"Good, " I replied, and took the bundle of zipties off his belt.

"You know what..." said Warsh, eyeing the overhead fixtures. He began unloading his pockets back into the desk drawer. "Give me one of those lighters."



We were sitting in detention the next day when the police came in. They took Warshall out first, and then they took me. The teacher gave me a look. I flipped her off.

Apparently the guard was making accusations. The fact that he'd made those accusations while ziptied to his office chair in full drag makeup minus his pants hadn't cut too much ice with the fire department or the police, and particularly not after they'd found his desk crammed full of federally controlled substances. The way they read things, whoever had flipped the circuit breaker and turned on the sprinkler system had obviously staged it all in order to make an example of the guy.
Clearly a drug deal gone bad.
And judging from the desultory way we were questioned, clearly the preferred explanation.


Warshall? His dad got the cleanup contract. He charged overtime.
Me? It took a month, but I eventually did stop jumping whenever someone cleared their throat.

Part 2: Tracie

Part 2: Tracie

ANONYMOUS

Even though I was driving around with the tunes cranked past 11, not even a dog barked. All the police were asleep in bed. The only person awake at that hour worked at the 7-11, and after I bought a raspberry Slurpee from him we sat out on the curb out front and smoked a bole together. Then I took off for the frontage road and proceeded to peg the rev indicator until the needle bent. Amazing car. Totally wasted on a high school boy. It was criminal.

I pulled over after awhile to let the tires cool off.
I knew I'd find his stash under the ashtray pullout in the console, and I did. I found his cellphone in the glove box.
Good job, Josh.

I laid back on the hood and enjoyed the passing UFO's while I lit off the bole and hit it hard, expecting the usual Spice Islands blend you ran into out in here. I almost coughed up a piece of lung.
God DAMN. Not too fucking bad. Way not to fucking bad, in fact.
Where in hell was a clueless jock getting stuff like this? Fuck ME. I had to meet this person. Soon.

I messed around with his cell until I found the address book (password protected) and went down the list (Password...shall we try...'Josh1'? Nope. How about...'pussy'? Bingo!) Nobody listed under 'illegal drugs', but then, not a lot of numbers, either.

What the hell. The gas was free, and it all made perfect sense at the time

***********************

After I passed by on the main street I cruised up the alley behind the first house on the list. Nobody home. Not a sound, not a single light, no vehicles, nothing. I could see a pool glimmering between the slats in the fence.

Huh. A pool? A lonely and unattended pool?
Don't be lonely, pool.
I could be your friend.

I parked down the block, went back and hopped the fence.

I was sitting in the shallow end up to my neck in the water, trying to make the Slurpee cup float, wishing I'd thought to grab a bottle of Nyquil so I could top it up when the glass doors behind me opened and a voice said "Hey!"
Josh's girlfriend Tracie, in her stylin' Lands End one piece with a towel over her arm.
Aw SHIT.

"Oh my God I can't believe this. Did Josh say you could just come over here and swim anytime you wanted to or something?" she said.
"...Yeah," I replied. Hell, it sounded like Josh to me, too.
"Oh my God, I already got in huge trouble already for this, with all his stupid friends coming over and leaving beer bottles all over the place? What a total asshole" she continued. "So like; but aren't you that punk rocker girl from first period English?I thought he hated you."
"Yeah, he's been fucking with me lately," I said, secretly impressed as hell with myself. I stood up and noted that she didn't bat an eye when it became obvious that I'd forgotten to wear appropriate bathing attire. "And I think maybe I've just been fucked with again. So I'll be leaving now."

Unfortunately the steps were not where I'd left them a few minutes before, and I stood and looked around confusedly, holding my Slurpee aloft like the statue of Liberty.
Finally she asked "Are you baked?"
"Profoundly," I said.
She lit right up. "Hey! You got any more?"

I sat on the edge of the pool going through my jacket, making a pathetic attempt to remember what pocket held what. She sighed and reached over to help me.
Suddenly I had something dangling in front of my face. "Oh HO! Whats this, huh? Looks like Morticia's holding out the good stuff! What is it, huh? Coke?" she said.
I focused. Oh hell, my vial necklace. I thought that was long gone. Where in

WHOA,
SHIT,
DAMN,
FUCK.

Ever have a religious experience? I had one right then. All my stoned braincells staged their own microcosmic Grand Alignment and the extreme awesomeness of my immediate future opened up before me. It was like the opening sequence of the Care Bears; I thought I was having a cerebral incident.

"Hey, help yourself," I smiled. "After all, I guess I owe you something for using the pool, right?"

****************

I leaned back and watched her as she dipped the end of her pinkie into the vial and sniffed it like a cat. Goofy, but it worked; the level went down fast.
She really wasn't bad looking at all. A very pretty girl, in fact, in a streaked hair kind of way...little hourglass figure, hard thighs, gymnasts' ass...very pretty.

Even in the dim glimmering light I could tell her eyes were beginning to react. "Come on, share. It is mine, after all." I braced my leg and leaned over and grab for the chain. Her eyes got huge.
"What?" I said.
"Oh my GOD you have an EARRING in your YOU KNOW WHAT!" she screeched.

Oh for fucks' sake.

"Jesus Christ. If it bothers you look someplace else then," I said, tossing my jacket back into the plantings. Greedy little bitch. "I'm going back in for a swim. Weren't you going in to? Come on then. And we're all girls here, right, so you don't have to wear your moms' bathing suit if you don't want to." I slid back into the water.
She stood up, shrugged the straps down her arms and let the whole thing slide to the ground like a magic trick. "Ta DAA!" she sang.

I stopped breathing for a moment and felt myself cramp. I have never become so hot, so fast. Her tits were amazing, high and round with nipples like the halves of a plum swelling up from the globes, her snatch another round handful standing proud of her belly. I actually had sparks in my vision. Meanwhile, she'd jumped in.

"Wow, I'm totally, completely baked," she announced when she came back up. "That's awesome. I never did coke before." she sniffled. "Kinda salty," she added.
"That means its good," I said, smooth as butter.
"So what's it like?" She asked. "To have. In. All the time, like that."

What the-oh. "It's worth what you go through," I replied, grinning.
"I just can not imagine getting one of those there. I mean, oh my God," she continued. " Why did you even-" and she paused. Her eyes get round again. "Oh my God that is so kinky. You're kidding, oh my God. It's a sex thing, right? I mean, I've heard about that. Oh my God. Can you feel, I mean, when you, do you have it in when you...? Can the guy feel, or do you, I mean..."
"Probably yes to everything you're thinking," I grinned. "The best part is, once you've figured out how to cross your legs a certain way? There's no such thing as a boring lecture."
She laughed. "Shit, I'm going to get one then. School is SO boring, Josh spends his entire life at practice; it blows."

We sloshed our way over to a niche where there were tiled lounges, just off to one side. She turned on the jets and sat down. So far everything had conspired nicely to give me an staggering buzz return and it felt like little tickly fish all over my skin.
"God, that's great," she sighed, leaning back. "The coke really makes it better, too. Awesoooooome" she slipped beneath the water slowly and dissappeared..

She came back up in the middle. "So, have you ever done it?" she asked.
"Please slow down, " I said. "Have I ever done what?"
"Lezzed out" she said. "Fuck, I'm stoned. I mean, you lived in California, right? So come on, I know you did a lot of partying and stuff."

I just looked at her. "What? Damn, is this what goes on in varsity cheerleading? What the fuck!"
She laughed, lost her footing a little bit, missed the edge when she tried to steady herself. "I'm messing with you. But yeah, anyway, so listen, we're all girls here, you know, like you said? Right? So anyway, do you think you could let me, you know, like maybe take a look? I just want to see. Just jump up on the side or something."

Once again she'd changed the channels too fast and I was slow in catching up. But once I did, I was stunned. Would I what?
"Oh come on," she wheedled. "Really. Do I have to make it a dare? I dare you then."

Well, since she had a gun to my head.

I raised myself up partway out of the water against the edge. You could just see the stud twinkling in the curls of my pubic hair. She covered her eyes and screamed with laughter. "Oh my GOD you're NUTS! You did it! Oh my God! I didn't think you'd do it!"
I slid back in, clamped my hands together and splashed her like a tidal wave. "There, see? You freaked yourself out, didn't you. Now you learned. Never dare me."
She roostertailed me back. "Never dare ME, bitch!"
I nailed her right in the face. "Oh really? Then I dare you to french me. Oh yeah. No, now, come on, french the freak. I dared you. Get over here."
She backed away laughing like a loon while I attempted to lift her by the arms. "Come on, Wonder Woman, I dared you. It'll be just like lesbian cheerleading camp. Let's see that tongue."
"No, now give me a-quit splashing me, bitch! Let me stand up" she laughed, struggling for balance.

And then she stood up, and she kissed me.

I stood there in shock and let her, her cool lips against my mouth. When I felt the tip of her tongue my stomach started to tremble.
She stopped and looked at me, her irises small, black and deep.
I kissed her back.
I felt her tongue pressing between my lips and I parted them for her, feeling her arms go around me. Then she drew my lower lip into her mouth and sucked on it.
Linear thought ceased.
My hands travelled upward, over her waist, up her sides, up over her breasts and around them, and I was crushing them in my hands, pushing them together, circling them, running my fingers over the swollen nipples, losing my mind. She gasped against my mouth.
"You want me to show you what I learned in California?" I asked. "I will. You feel so good."
"It does," she said. She pushed against my hands as I ran my thumbs across her nipples in circles, slowly. "Can I; let me touch yours," she breathed.
"Go slow," I said.
She brought her hands up and placed them over my breasts and a shudder ran down my back. "Oh damn," she breathed. "Oh damn."
"I like it," I said, feeling her palms moving over me. "It's good. Yes."
I loved the contrast of her pale hands on my skin, watching her squeeze my nipples between her fingers, feeling them harden, sliding my hands over hers and letting the water run over them, guiding her back to her own breasts and riding her hands while she showed me what she liked, rougher than I would have been. Her nipples turned crimson, swelling even more, and her motions were getting surer. I could have stood there for hours, watching her hands moving over me, over herself, squeezing the globes of her breasts together, wanting my tongue there instead.
"Duck down," I said. We submerged up to our necks and I pulled her in close, filling my hands with her magnificent ass. We were equal in height and as I held her I could feel the swell of her peach. I kissed her, and her hands roamed over me everywhere.
I kissed her again, surging against her. My hand went back to her breast and I moved over it in time with my mouth while she held me, humming deep in her throat. I let my hand slide over her belly then, lower until I cupped her mons, and slid my index finger into her cleft.
I felt her hesitate and I slowed down, letting her come back, letting her reach for me.
When she did I lifted her by her hips, placed my knee between her thighs and let her slide down, drifting, cool flesh parting, until she rested against my thigh.

I raised that same hand to her lips, and she drew my finger in and sucked on it. I felt her begin to rock against me. Watching her lips and tongue made me insane.

I drew my finger from her mouth wet and let it trail down over her neck, between her breasts, down her belly and slid it into her, parting her cleft, slid it along the length of her swollen shaft and over the round head of her clit. When she gasped I stopped, making circles there until she decided what happened next.
"Yes," she said. " Do that."
"Go ahead and rock on me. I'll hold you," I replied. I gave her another slow stroke and she drew in a breath. Her hips began to move.
I followed their rhythm, stroking her, feeling her swell, feeling the juices flow from her, feeling her clit harden and swell, listening to her breath against my neck. I added another finger. I had her spread wide now, the shaft slotted between the length of my fingers and she rode me harder, moving in circles, rolling the head of her rigid clit between the lips of her mons and my fingers.
"Fingerfuck me," she gasped. "Do it. I want something in me."
On her next stroke I slid both fingers deep inside her and she groaned through clenched teeth, bearing down, circling me, rolling her hips, me following her, stroking her deep, stroking her faster, feeling her beginning to spasm.
Suddenly her thighs tightened; she went rigid and screamed, drove down hard on me, threw her head back and screamed again, her hips rocking against me uncontrollably, my fingers deep inside her, screamed again, bucking, rolling her hips, driving her self down onto me, circling, spasmed again, throwing her hips into me, clenching my thigh between hers, juice flowing, riding it down.
" You made me come," she said, gasping for breath.
" You made yourself come," I said. "It was amazing."

It could have gone anywhere at all form that point. I knew where I wanted it to go: I wanted it to go up onto one of the pool lounges. I wanted to fuck her with my tongue and show her how to make me come and I wanted to do it for hours.

"God, I want more," she said. " I get like this when I come. I just want more."
"I have no problem with that," I replied. "I want more too."
She got out of the pool. I picked up my Slurpee cup and followed her, sending up a prayer of thanks to the heavens.
Thank you, Parke-Davis.
Thank you for ketamine.
Amen.

****************************
The bus dropped me off bright and early, just in time for English the next morning, the handcuffs hanging from my epaulet once more and the key around my neck on a chain. It jingled against the vial as I sat down.

Josh was notable by his absence. His car was still waiting for him to wake up back at the house where I'd left it, as far as I knew, although the tank was dry.

While the teacher droned on about adverbs I put on my lipstick, admiring my blue teeth and black tongue in the mirror. Raspberry crime scene. I could still taste it.
All of it.
There's a lot of things you can do with a raspberry Slurpee and a cheerleader; you'd be surprised.

Come to think of it, I mused, someone else woke up this morning with a blue smile. Of course it might be some time before it was noticed given the location.

For the second time in eight hours I caught a glimpse of the future.

I excused myself, went out the back doors and leaned against a wall.

I could not stop laughing.

Josh

ANONYMOUS ENTRY

I remember Josh from the time he was in first grade. He used to wear
a little suit to Sunday school.
I remember when Josh first made the football team in sixth grade and
how he went from being nobody much to somebody who ran around bellowing
'Fuck you,man!' and hocking spit all over the place like a camel.
Josh was the walking embodiment of the classic shithead jock, and a
shithead jock he stayed through Jr. High and High School, passing
classes without handing in assignments, sitting on stage with the rest of
the chimps in their football jerseys during pep assemblies.
I'd moved to California to stay with my sister and her new baby for
two years. I came back for my senior year to graduate with my class.
Nobody recognized me. Two years in Cali had turned me into a nightcrawler,
black lipstick, black hair, multiple piercings and all. My first day back
Josh walked by me with his pack of goons, sneering 'Oooo! check out Joan
Jett! Ooo, I'm afraiaaaid!!'

That was when I decided to show Josh exactly where he stood in the grand scheme of things.

We had some classes together. I'd catch his eye. I'd suck on the
end of my pencil and stare at him while I ran it between my lips. I'd hold his
gaze just an instant too long.

When I passed him in the hall I would smash him with an elbow as I
went by and snarl 'Out of the fucking way,idiot!'
"Bitch!" was his inspired comeback. He'd stand there all tensed out
and pissed off, glaring at my back all the way down the hall. At the same time,
although it may not have penetrated his conscious awareness then, he
was also taking in the torn tights, the cutoffs that were mostly seams
and strings, and the leather jacket with the handcuffs hanging from the epaulet.

I could smell him.

One night he found me leaning against the drivers door of his car.
"Bitch, are you psycho or something? he asked. "You want to move? So
I can get in my car?"
I didn't.
He swallowed hard. 'Now come on. Let me get in my car' he added.
And there it was. That first plangent note of uncertainty. Beautiful.

The next time I found his car empty I wrote my address on the mirror
with marker.
He drove out that same night.

I was sitting on the front stoop when he got there.
"The fuck is this?" he asked, sounding all hardass. Despite which he
was nervous enough to leave the window down and the keys in the ignition
when he got out of the car.
Beautiful, Josh.
" It's where I fucking live," I replied. "I stay here so my dad can
keep claiming occupancy. It's one of his vacant rentals." Which was true
enough. It was a vacant rental, anyway. " You want a beer?"
Did he want a beer? Please. Did the pope shit in the woods?

I pushed a chair up under the doorknob behind him as he came in.

I'd partied here lots of times so I knew my way around. We made
ourselves at home, sitting on a couple of old sofa cushions on the floor,
listening to my shitty old cd player.
I got him started on his favorite subject and soon he was gibbering merrily away about himself, sucking down the suds, getting rosy and cheerful. I kept going to the kitchen and dumping mine down the sink and returning with another for him.

When he reached the chummy stage I started telling him the story
about how my imaginary little brother got killed in a car wreck, and how my
imaginary mother got addicted to painkillers and how my imaginary
father divorced her, blah blah blah.
I got up and turned away, apologized... and like a good little scout
he bounced right up and hugged me tight. Which would have been a really nice
gesture on his part, except for his hand creeping up the back of my
shirt.

While he was pretending not to be totally baffled by clasp of my bra
I had time to do some exploring on my own.
Now Josh may have been mostly brain dead but brains aren't
everything. Football and a little steroid abuse had given him an excellent body,
and he still had what felt like a normal sized cock, judging from the
friendly erection he had pressed into my stomach.
Fantastic hard ass, too. Team sports DO serve a useful purpose,
turns out.
I ran my hands over it and enjoyed myself, then drifted around
his thigh and let my hand graze the length of his dick. No, not bad
at all.
I began stroking it for real and enjoyed the way it pulsed. The veins
stood out like fucking pencils. There was a damp spot already on the fabric of his jeans.

And that was tempting. Maybe I should go ahead and blow him, get
that first shot out of the way so he'd have to take his time later on?
No, not Josh. Jocks don't do 'later'.
Back to plan a, then.
Teach Josh the meaning of 'bitch'.

All while I was pondering this he was doing mildly puzzling things
to my tits. I couldn't tell if he was searching for a station or what. For
Christs' sake, Josh, you should have paid more attention in health
class.
Time to get this party started.

I lead him into the room with the mattress on the floor and lit a
bunch of candles. He laid right down. No waiting. So I straddled him on the
comforter and slipped my shirt over my head.
Yeah.
His hands went immediately back to where he'd left off.
I interrupted.
I licked my fingertips and ran them across my nipples, making them
stand up hard. I lead his hands across them, riding his hands with mine,
showing him how.
He caught on quick.

He suddenly sat up partway and began kissing my breasts...biting them,
inhaling across the dampness his mouth left. This was something he knew how
to do. Well. Really well. It raised the hair on my arms and all the way down my spine.
My nipples were so tight they ached. I arched into him and he bit
down, just a little.

I found that I'd clasped my thighs hard around his leg, rocking my
hips against him in time with the motion of his tongue as he sucked me.
And I was already wet.
Damn.
Very interesting.

I moved up a little further, putting myself just out of his reach as I knelt over
him, and watched him watch me unbutton my pants and unzip the fly.
"Ever watched a girl come?" I asked him.
My hips were still swaying as I enjoyed the feel of the seam of my
pants against my swollen crotch.
His eyes got huge as he watched me.
I ran my hand down my belly and into my pants, into the hair,
parting myself with my finger and finding my clit. His eyes followed all
this, watching me stroke myself, watching me drawing the length of my
finger along myself, gaining speed, gliding in time with my hips and my breath.

I 'd expected that this would be the main event...me bringing myself off in his face, him begging and whining 'Oh come on, let me fuck you!' and me enjoying the sight.

This is when he surprised me.
This is when he grabbed my wrist.
"Wait a minute" he said.
I wanted to slap him across the face.

But by the time the thought had crossed my mind he'd sat up, damn you team sports, which toppled me over backwards.

"Take your shorts off" he said. "I can fuck you like this if you
want, but I'd rather you take them off." And he demonstrated what he meant by
pulling the crotch aside and parting the length of my gash with his fingers.
I bucked against him so hard I almost knocked him off the bed.

I looked at him in utter shock. And let him slide my shorts down
over my ass.

He knelt between my legs and I swear to you my thighs were
trembling. He began to finger me. And he did it amazingly well. His other hand
joined the first. As he probed and stroked me deeper he moved the lips of my
mons across my clit, all of it audibly wet. 'Surprised?' he said.
A sound came out of me that I don't think I've ever made before.

And then he stopped.
What the fuck?
I thought I would have a heart attack. I gasped. The muscles in my
stomach were shaking and my hands clenched.

As he watched me twist in the wind he ran the palm of his hand in
slow circles on the head of his cock, which was straining the fabric
along his thigh. " This feels really good, " he said " but not as good as
fucking you would." He began to unfasten his pants."Tell me you want me to fuck
you. Do It. Tell me."

Aha. Now I got it.
I just looked up at him and smiled.

He let his jeans slip down his legs. His cock stood straight up
against his stomach, dark red, the head nearly purple. It was glistening and
slick. He ran his finger over it and spread the juice across his glans.
"All right then, suffer," he said. He gave himself a couple of slow strokes,
making the veins swell. "I could have stayed at home and done
this" he added, with a mean little smirk.

"Oh?" I said pleasantly. "But you didn't, did you. See, here's whats going to happen, Josh. You wait for me to say please and go home disappointed.
Or you whack off like a sad gamer puke and go home disappointed.
Or you hang on by your last nerve and try and fuck me. But see, I'm really wet,
Josh, and I haven't screwed anyone in a long time, so I'm probably pretty
tight, too. Do you think you could handle that? I don't. I think
you'll lose it. And go home disappointed." I grinned.

And while I was still smiling, he simply pulled me across the
mattress by the ankles. In the same motion he braced his shoulders up under my knees, lifted my ass and slid his tongue between the lips of my snatch.

I didn't have much to say after that point.

Both his hands were full of my ass as he drove his tongue through me
and up inside me, as he sucked on my clit, not letting me buck, holding
back when I started to tense or to breathe too quickly. He ground his face into me. It was starting to sting, but good. Really good.

I opened my eyes when I felt him pushing my legs up towards my
chest. His back was arched and his head thrown to one
side. He wiped off his lips with the back of his hand, licked his fingers, looked down at me while he squeezed himself until the head of his cock was tight and swollen.
Then he bent towards me, guiding himself, slid it down, opening me, guiding the head over my clitoris in circles, then found the entrance . He eased forward and I
opened around the head of his cock, admitting it, losing my mind, tossing
my head back.
"Oh yeah", he said. "You like it. You like it, bitch."
I wanted it in me further. Now. Jesus.
He eased forward again and groaned when the entire head slowly
entered me. I had to fight the impulse to buck against him. He rocked forward
with the shallowest of strokes, again and again, further each time, opening
me wider. By increments. I was making noise, lots of noise, and I didn't give a fuck who hear me.
Then in one long excruciatingly slow motion , the whole length and
breadth of it slid into me and I lost my mind and screamed.
I have never waited so long for something I wanted so badly and
something that felt so goddamned good. I came like a madwoman,screaming at him
to fuck me, fuck me hard, groaning, calling on God, my vagina spasming
around him as he rocked into me in time with each seizure and made me come
in waves, driving the length of it into me and withdrawing it past the
best places inside me, drawing thick juice out of me and driving in
again, deliberate, savoring me, slow, me greedy for the length of it, every
vein, the unimaginably hot glans passing into my body, the thick ridge of
corona, spasming in orgasm until I thought I would pass out.

And before the last surge had passed through me he began. But rather
than pound me raggedly he withdrew until he nearly left me and then drove
the whole length home like a machine, and groaned, and again, groaning,
thighs shaking, and again, balls deep, hips churning against me, groaning,
voice breaking, his back turning into hard ridges as he drove in one last
time and his come flooded out and ran down our legs.

We both lay utterly still, gasping. I could feel the last of his
orgasm surging inside me like a heartbeat.

After what seemed like a very long time he moved.
That movement made me orgasm again like a knife through the chest.
That fast. I bucked against him and we fell apart.
And lay on our backs and panted.
For a very long time.

And once he was asleep, I handcuffed his ankles together and left in
his car.

The Shower by Miss Smack

The Shower by Miss Smack.

I remember the times well. We would go out and return late at night, laughing too loud, whispering shhhh as we staggered up the stairs to his place. It was great that he lived so many flights up and the stairs were not an issue until you were wearing stilettos and had too many Reds. I'd giggle so hard I had to hold my knees together and do the wee dance while he fiddled with the key in the dark or the yellow river would flood those same stilettos in a sea of embarrassment.

We'd always fall on each other with insatiable lust and this night was no exception...

We'd gone to a Vietnamese festival that was being held in Melbourne that week. We held hands, sampling local food on offer. We drank bubble tea and meandered around the colorful markets fingering homemade trinkets and jingle bells. We tapped our feet at the cultural music and smiled at each, our eyes glazed over in pure unadulterated love.... And with that, came lust.

When we got home, I showered. I felt all gritty from mingling at close proximity with so many people. I didn’t get to daydream long in the shower until I felt his body close to mine. He'd stripped and climbed in and started to soap up the loofah with vanilla bath wash. Soaping me up, we both knew this wasn’t going to be a clean shower. It was about to get very ... very messy.

We turned to face each other. I love the feeling of the water cascading down from him onto me. He stood tall at 6ft 1 and I am only 5ft 2. His cocks already erect bouncing up tall and leading the droplets of water into a mini-waterfall to our feet. My hair was plastered to my back like a spider-web as he turned me around and proceeded to shampoo my hair. I stood there in complete bliss while he lathered his strong lean fingers through my scalp and massaged the hair through. Something so simple was so intimate. I could feel the texture of moisture change from water on pussy to my arousal as his cock pressed teasingly against my ass. I rinsed my hair and excused myself from the shower, wrapped myself in our white bath-sheets and smiled sweetly, telling him I'd meet him in his bedroom.

By the time, I had grabbed the oil; he was standing dripping on the floorboards waiting for the next phase. I had laid myself down on the bed, still wet soaking the quilt. I handed him the macadamia oil and he didn’t need to be told twice. I laid back and focused on his soft hands massaging the oil from my fingers to my toes and all the places in between. I slightly opened my eyes to see his cock dripping with clear pre-cum - a sign of things to come....

One of the most pleasurable experiences for me is temperature difference of body heat. His fingers were chilled from the shower and my silky passageway was warm and inviting. His fingers slid into me as he stretched to the length of my body kissing me passionately. His tongue separated my lips and sucked, plucked, teased and taunted mine. I was gasping for control; something that evaded me often with this man. As if automatically, he held my hands up with one strong grasp and reached for his bathrobe sash. Deftly and without complaint from me, he looped the bathrobe around my wrists high above my head on the now wet pillow. I no complain.

His head was down between my thighs in no time. With a firm hand he separated my knees and laid on his tummy positioning himself comfortably as one hand kneaded a breast and the other repeated fingered my pussy. As his fingers became wetter and wetter, I looked down to see him lick his fingers, his lips and saw that he was completely overcome with what he was doing. He wasn’t the only one.

As we lay on the bed, I could hear the song that would become our final song together as he stroked and caressed every part of my now oily, moist skin. His fingers were sliding slowly in and out fingers curling upwards while his tongue licked, flicked and sucked on my now soaked cunt. He moaned and gasped into me, his breath hot and anxious - it was so very intoxicating....

We both knew it would be our final time 'together' and without saying so, the session heated up dramatically. It was only a day earlier that we'd had a huge fight and the tension was still present. When he kissed me, he kissed so hard it hurt. It was then that he suddenly stopped what he was doing and I felt my hips being pulled down lower on the bed. Without warning, his knees separated my legs and he forced himself inside of me. The urgency and abruptness of this both startled and excited me. That cliche about make-up sex is so true.

I felt his stiff cock driving in and out of me with a force that jolted my entire body. The force had my still-bound fists gripping balls of bath-towel above me to steady myself and press against him. He repeatedly pushed grunts out of my body. He kneeled and lifted my legs together, pressing my ankles together back over me and continue to fuck hard. With one hand, he held my ankles closer to my face, while my ass was exposed to his rough fucking. His other hand rubbed my clit while he fucked me. I felt the pad of his thumb pressing down as if demanding that I orgasm on his cock. I held back.

Again, without warning, he pulled out of me, and roughly grabbed my arm leading me to the bathroom. I didn’t ask questions. I was loving this new element of 'control' he'd brought to the bedroom and his passion was unquestionably sexy. He faced me away from him so that I was looking into his bathroom mirror. I could see him behind me, his brow wrinkled in focus and desire as he positioned his cock behind me, sliding his cock into the length of me from behind. He lifted one of his legs and steadied himself on the bath and spread my legs open for better access. He held my hair then, pulling me back onto him. He wasn’t rough enough to scare me. On the contrary, it excited me. I told him as I always did to watch his cock sliding and out of me. I said 'look at the puckering skin, honey' and he groaned as he looked. Leaning over me, he grabbed the bathroom mirror and put it on the bathmat directly under us so I could see the same view as him. I was mesmerized.

We fucked and fucked as oily and sweaty as we were. We could barely not slide off each other with the amount of friction and moisture we had. My hands were still bound and I gestured for him to undo them. Graciously, with a single pull, he did. I was able to lean underneath myself and caress his balls while he slid in and out of me. He would pause and withdraw - catching himself, and then re-enter with a new groan. My legs were starting to get weak and I caught myself a couple of times from dropping. I felt his body twitch then, and proceeded to rub my clit in circles while he tightened inside of me. I circled my finger and thumb in a ring around his cock tightening, and encouraged him to 'come with me.'. I furiously rubbed my clit and before long, he felt my muscles clenching on his cock as he lost control himself and felt his come shoot deep inside of me. I encouraged him to 'feel it honey' and focus on it... which seemed to have the desired effect.

He collapsed on my back then, exhausted and weak. I turned around and kissed him.

I drove away the following day. We shared wistful looks, looking until i couldnt see him anymore. I cried I think for hours, buying a packet of cigarettes to get me through the next day or two.

I heard the song months later and smiled quietly full of these memories.

HONEY SMACK

Counting Coup

Counting Coup
Midnight. Again. Another night falling asleep in the ratty recliner while the newscasters parlayed jocularly. He shuffled down the hall to the bedroom. Past the pictures of the children as babies. Past the pictures of the children as graduates. The walls had not been painted since the baby pictures were put up, and a faint dark outline of toasty gray showed where one picture was skewed. He paused to straighten it.
She was still awake. Sitting up in bed reading what looked like a lurid romance if one were inclined to judge a book by its cover. It was July so the worn sheet was twisted around one meaty calf, and his old “wife-beater” barely covered the breast that oozed from under her right arm. She did not give him a glance when he walked through the doorway.
He crawled between the sheets and paused to wipe the hair that her bitchy Pomeranian left on his pillow. His joints creaked and he sighed with relief at resting them on the lumpy mattress. He rolled up on one elbow. “Night babe” he said slightly pursing his lips. The cosmetic mask that she smoothed on her face before her nightly read had dried and left her face preternaturally smooth, her eyes drawn back, brow un-creased. She looked at him blankly with those foreign geisha eyes. “Night” he said again and lay back—sans kiss.
He lay on his side facing her. His bride. The woman for whom he had lived and sacrificed, and who grew to scorn and reject his love. Who knew what made her happy. He lifted his hand to press against her arm and her dog snarled and snapped. He rested his hand back on his thigh and felt her irritated sigh. He stared at the couple on the back of the book. Young, swarthy, and beautiful. Heaving soft, voluptuous breast against solid, muscular breast. Breast to Breast. He stared at this couple and thought of the hope, the future, the past, the disappointments. Then his thoughts drifted to the heroine’s breasts and thighs and belly. The firm, round curves, an inviting mound, the swollen pink lips, the dark part, the musky scent of woman, the sweet, earthy taste. The scent he missed, the feel he longed for, the invitation he never received. He felt hard, aroused. His heart pounded and his breath shortened. He touched his cock beneath the covers and slid his hand down the hard shaft.
“If you’re going to insist on doing that shit, take it to the bathroom…I just washed these sheets.” She harped. He stopped. Chagrined. He lay on his back. Fuck it. He thought. I will take it to the bathroom.
He left the room and entered the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the tub, cock in one hand. He had not had an erection like this in he didn’t know how long, and that rhythm—perfected as a youth. Like riding a bicycle. Or jacking off to Hustler. You never forget it.
It wasn’t planned. He was nearing the point of ejaculation, but he checked it and stood. The first waves of a powerful orgasm rocking him forward on the balls of his feet. He didn’t know why he did it. Certainly it had never occurred to him. But just as he thought he would ejaculate again he grabbed the edge of the sink. Nipples hard, loins thrust forward. Her electric toothbrush was just under his hand when he grabbed the sink. Unprecedented. He flicked the button and heard the whir of the brush head as his orgasm reached its climax. His eyes rolled back. Lids heavy. His hips swung forward, forward, drove him with such momentum. He thrust the tip of her toothbrush deep in his rectum as he unloaded his semen in the pocket of her tatty robe.
His chin hung against his chest. Breath loud, raspy, ragged. He removed the brush and looked at the head. Horrified. It was still relatively clean and he ran it under the hottest water he could. He dabbed in her pocket with a tissue. He looked in the mirror before heading back to bed. His eyes were wide and wild. Colors in the room were heightened and flickered at the edge of his vision. He made his way back to bed and crawled back between the covers. Back to her. Whipped. Beaten. Coup counted, though.
“Did you think of me when you did your deed?” she asked flipping a page.
“Yeah babe, right at the end.” He said stretching up for his good night kiss.

HELEN

Two Stories...

The Dinner Party

PHISHEZRULE

Harry walked into the kitchen. His wife Janine was

busy preparing dinner. The house was spotless. Shiny.

You could see your reflection in the fridge door.

She looked fantastic. In a short grey skirt that

accentuated the curve of her ass. And a white blouse.

Perfectly buttoned to be feminine but reserved. He

could vaguely see her bra through the shirt. Maybe he

was imagining it. Whatever. The overall effect was a

suggestion of her soft tits, without being obvious.

She threw the spoon into the sink and turned to him.

"Its all ready."

They were throwing a dinner party that night. It was

time for her parents to meet his parents. She wanted

everything to be perfect for this one occasion. And it

was. Except for one thing. "My mum just rang. They're

running a bit late. She didn't want you to worry."

A small crease appeared between her eyes. She scanned

the area, looking for something to do. Harry moved

closer. Her scent right now was driving him crazy. He

wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to him.

"Everything is perfect babe," he murmured into her

soft blonde hair.

She turned her face to him, tilting upwards for a

kiss. He held her tighter, pressing her into his well

muscled body. She slowly slipped her hands up his

chest to his neck, winding her fingers into his hair

as they kissed. It began long and slow, reassuring.

But suddenly all of her nervous energy reached boiling

point. She kissed him hard, biting his lips slightly,

pressing her tongue into his with such urgency that he

couldn't help but respond.

As she pulled at his hair he lowered his hands and

tugged at her skirt. It was so damn tight. She could

feel him straining against his jeans as he began to

instinctively grind against her pussy. He stepped

forwards, pushing her roughly against the bench. He

made to pull her skirt up but she shoved his hands

away. She unzipped it and let it drop, taking her

panties with it, scooting them out of the way. He put

his hands on her hips and lifted her onto the bench.

Moving in to kiss her again. And as he kissed her she

undid his jeans, yanking them down in one swift

motion.

His mouth was hard on hers, his body was hard against

hers, and his throbbing cock was hard against her

glistening pussy, separated by a thin layer of cotton.

He could feel her wetness seeping through his

underwear. Her hand was down his pants, on his arse,

moving with him as he ground against her. She pulled

away from his kiss and cried out in pleasure. He bent

down to remove his pants and caught sight of her

pussy. He glanced up at her, to meet her eye, but she

was leaning back slightly, panting. Her hands caressed

her breasts through her shirt.

He moved closer. Reaching out a finger to gently touch

her pussy, he heard her panting stop. He gently slid

one finger in, slowly. He pulled it out, equally as

slowly. His finger glistened too. He moved his fingers

against the smooth opening to her pussy, before

sliding two in, applying gentle but repeated pressure

against her g spot. His mouth slammed against her clit

unexpectedly, and her back arched. He nibbled it for a

moment, feeling her tighten around his finger. She

moaned and began to rock her hips to the rhythm that

he sucked at her.

Looking up he met her eyes. Her gorgeous honey brown

eyes gave him the most lusty glare they could muster.

The sight of him rising to her, eyes never wavering

from hers, her excitement smeared across his face, was

too much for her. She made to slide off the bench to

return the favour, but he pressed her back. His hand

was on her waist, his lips were on hers. She melted

into his embrace as he slowly slipped his fat cock

into her. Grinding slowly into her, she could feel him

slowly approaching her most sensitive spot. Moving

faster, she was stimulated beyond crazy, but he wasn't

quite hitting the right zone. Though she was still

enjoying the feel of his cock, the connection, his

mouth on hers, the frenzy with which he pumped her.

Gasping she pulled away from the kiss and pushed him

backwards. He was caught by surprise and stepped a few

feet back. He looked offended, but the sight of him

standing there, naked from the waist down his hard

cock pointing straight at her, quivering as he

breathed, was almost burned into her retinas.

She, in turn, was still sitting on the bench, naked

from the waist down. One leg dangled, but the other

was slightly raised, from where it was wrapped around

him. He could see her pussy. He could see into her

pussy. It was dark, tight and inviting. She closed her

legs coyly, and slid off the bench. Never breaking eye

contact, she turned and leaned over the bench, thighs

parted sightly, a clear invitation.

He stepped forward and slipped the tip of his cock

into her. Putting a hand on each hip, he used as much

force as he could to slam straight into her. She

screamed. This was more like it. With this position,

he always hit her exactly where she needed it. Each

thrust sent a ripple through her body. Harder and

faster he went, she moved with his rhythm, back

arching and screaming as she came.

Reaching out, he grabbed a handful of her hair. Her

screams encouraged him. Pushing harder, he felt

himself begin to come. He pulled out and came on the

back of her legs, watching it begin to run slowly down

as if through a haze. Their breathing slowed, as if in

sync. He leaned over her and put his hand next to hers

on the bench. She could feel his breath on the back of

her neck as she struggled to open her eyes.

A knock at the door aroused them from their stupor.

Janine's parents were at the door. Hurriedly, Harry

pulled up his jeans and did up the zip. Janine leaped

for her skirt and panties. She couldn't find anything

with which to wipe the come off her legs, so she used

her panties. Pulling up her skirt she could hear Harry

opening the door to them. She checked her reflection

in the fridge door and smoothed her hair. Glancing at

the panties she bent down and shoved them under the

fridge, straightening up as her mother entered the

room.

"I don't know what you've been doing in here, but it

smells wonderful."

ENDS



Daydreams and Desires


She stepped out of the shower, skin tingling slightly.

The water had been hot, and the room was slightly

cold. Frowning, she wondered if it was worth putting

the heater on. A smile creased her face as she thought

of a better way to warm up.

Wrapping the towel around her, she walked into the

bedroom. He lay in the bed, absorbed in something on

the tv. She began to towel herself dry and felt,

rather than saw, that she had his attention. Glancing

over she saw that he was watching her, through half

closed eyes. She smiled inwardly, placing one leg up

on the bed, facing him, deliberately him a full view

of her still-wet pussy.

She rubbed in small circles, paying close attention to

her skin. That leg dry, she did the other, in the same

fashion. She felt, deep within herself, rather than

heard, him make the tiny, deep grunt that meant he was

giving in to the tension. 'Fuck it' she thought, 'he

can wait a bit'. She continued to dry herself, letting

him see every small motion, and imagining that it was

his hand, or mouth, or cock against her skin.

Finishing her ministrations, she dropped the towel.

Turning away from him, she walked across the room,

past the now forgotten television, to collect her

moisturiser. Back across the room, to her side again.

The tv is off now. No distractions. Still not

acknowledging him, she proceeded to rub the lotion

into her skin, in the same manner that she dried

herself. She was aware that he twitched a bit as she

caressed the smooth, milky skin of her inner thighs.

Moisturizing finished, she looked directly at him for

the first time. In his eyes she saw lust that mirrored

her own. She gave him a lazy smile, and stretched

across the bed. She could feel the softness of the

mink blanket against her skin. The instant warmth and

its texture drove her crazy. She wanted to feel his

skin on hers, his weight, his hands pressed into her.

The blanket was luxurious and sexy, but it wasn't

enough.

She leaned across further and kissed him teasingly.

She wanted to draw it out, make it more intense. He

kissed her back, with urgency that could not be

contained. She stepped up the level of the kiss,

caressing his tongue with hers. His mouth was so warm

and his tongue so soft, but pushing so hard against

hers.

She felt his hand moving up her body. She was unaware

as to when he first touched her. Her skin tingled and

she felt her nipples harden. His hands were

surprisingly soft, but against the silky smoothness of

her skin, they felt slightly rough. He gently caressed

under her breast, turning his hands over so the backs

of his fingers were the first contact. His finger ran

up the soft curve, towards her nipple, stopping just

short of it. She pulled away from the kiss and moaned

softly. She wanted him to keep going.

He complied, leaving his finger there, but reaching

over with his thumb to trap her nipple. Leaning up, he

kissed her again, with all the urgency he could

muster. Letting go of her nipple, he turned his hand

over and grasped the soft tissue. It was surprisingly

firm and exceedingly sensitive for her. She smiled

into the kiss, and pulled away again. He reached for

her to draw her into the kiss again, but she resisted,

instead choosing to nibble the soft spot in his neck.

He stopped then, and lay back, lazy all of a sudden,

willing to let her explore his body.

And explore she did. Nibbling her way down his Adams

apple and his collarbones. Kissing the line between

his pecs, she moved sideways. One hand reached out to

play on his nipple, while her mouth found the other.

She sucked it gently, taking it into her warm, moist

mouth. He twitched slightly and she glanced up at him.

'Ticklish' he mumbled. She grinned, and focused on his

body again.

Moving further down, she came to his belly button. To

one side of it she gently scraped her teeth across his

skin. As her teeth came away she quickly flicked him

with her tongue, and very slowly sucked, seeming to

take an eternity to bring her lips together. He

moaned. For real this time. Her hand strayed down his

body, while she continued to tease his snail trail

more slowly.

Finding his cock she laughed inwardly. She had never

felt him so hard. Well, she had, but not this early,

and never outside of her. She trailed her hand up the

shaft, to the head, and down again, marveling that he

was such a perfect size for her. She slowly let go of

him, and cupped his testicles, gently squeezing them.

Her mouth was at his cock now. She flicked the shaft a

few times with her tongue, each lick closer to the

tip. Getting there she looked up at him, smiling.

'Suck it baby,' he moaned. Still looking at him, she

softly opened her mouth and slowly moved it down over

the head. Only when the whole head was in her mouth,

did she apply any suction, gently running her tongue

underneath it.

The result was instantaneous. The initial pleasure

made him give such a guttural groan that it sent

spasms through her body, making her wetter than she

already was. The sheer force behind that groan made

her want to feel him sliding in her, pounding all the

right spots til she screamed. At the same time, he

pushed his hips up, slipping more of his cock into her

mouth. She ran with it, sucking and stroking, tasting

him, feeling the soft skin stretched over the hardness

beneath it. All she could smell was his excitement,

and it was driving her crazy.

Pulling away, she looked up at him again. He was

looking back down at her, appreciating the view. She

slowly nibbled down his cock, tasting, feeling and

smelling him. He was all around her, all she could

focus on, and in that moment, her own desires faded.

Pausing she took hold of him, stroking. He gave one

hard breath out, before she took one of his testicles

into her mouth. He sucked in a lungful of air. She

held him in there, in the soft warmth, giving it a

very soft suck, and letting it go again. He exhaled

with a small moan. She focused on his parts again,

softly nuzzling into his crotch to even out the

treatment.

It felt soft in her mouth, but at the same time,

slightly rough on her tongue. They both genuinely

liked teabagging, and she fleetingly wondered if he

knew it would happen more if he would trim his hair.

It was time for her to glance up at him again, and

holding him in her mouth, she began to stroke him. His

breath quickened. She knew that he was close.

She held him upright, and licked the underside of his

dick in quick flicking motions, all the way up again,

pausing at his perfectly shaped head to swirl her

tongue around it. As she went to put him in her mouth

again he whispered 'no.'

'But I want to.'

'I'm gonna come.'

'Don't you want to?'

'I'm not ready, I want to fuck you first.'

She could feel him quivering in her hand, so she

released him, hoping it wasn't too late, and moved up

to his face to kiss him.

'But you're gonna come as soon as you're in me.'

'Mmm,' he murmured, 'not if I take a break to explore

you first.'


He moved around her body in a different fashion than

she on his. Where she teased and scintillated, she

still had a goal. It seemed that he didn't. He

meandered down, breathing softly on her skin, before

bringing his lips to that spot and applying the most

gentle pressure. His lips felt soft and warm on her

slightly cooled skin, and left small patches tingling

in their wake. He made his way slowly to her nipple,

taking as much of the soft, warm tissue into his mouth

as he could. She moaned softly, pushing her chest

upwards, encouraging him. He pulled away, and came

back for more.

Raking his teeth ever so gently across the velvety

softness of her nipple, the most exquisite sensations

rippled through her. A tinging sensation ran from his

mouth, sliding under her skin and spreading outwards

rapidly. She gasped. Christ she was almost coming and

he hadn't even gone near her pussy.

Her fingers slid up his arm, across the firm muscles

of his shoulders to the back of his neck, where they

twined in his short, dark hair. She pulled ever so

gently, moaning. He stopped nibbling on her nipple,

and gave it a quick suck in parting.

Moving further down her soft body, he gently kissed

the spot where her ribs met, slowly meandering his way

down to her bellybutton. When she couldn't stand his

teasing anymore she located his hand on her hip. She

laid her hand across his, and using light pressure

directed it to her pussy. When he had positioned her

hand where she wanted it to be, she squeezed it,

forcing him to rub her wet pussy hard. The message was

clear - pay attention to the cunt.

He pulled his mouth away from her stomach and looked

up at her. She wasn't looking at him. She was staring

straight up, back arched. She was definitely beginning

to climax. He was still rubbing her, just the way

she'd shown him. He could feel her wetness sliding

over his palms, even though he hadn't spread her. He

gently slipped his fingers between her moist lips and

felt upwards. Her clit was easy to find, it was

absolutely throbbing. He slid his fingers down again,

and moved them inside of her.

Her tight pussy was so damn wet. Two wriggles and his

fingers were sliding effortlessly to her most

sensitive areas. He could feel the muscles that would

later hug his cock beginning to spasm. She moaned. He

marveled that he could get a woman like her in such a

vulnerable position. Watching her he could see her

hands sliding over her body, finally clenching at her

breasts. He was sure she was coming. He moved his head

down and gave a few tentative flicks with his tongue,

tasting her sweetness. She moved her hips up to him,

inviting him to take more.

He obliged. Pulling his fingers out of her to give him

more room, be buried his face in her cunt. His mouth

moved neatly over her clit and he sucked hungrily,

flicking with his tongue. She screamed. She had never

felt pleasure so sweet and intense. He legs moved up

involuntarily either side of his head, and her hips

started to gyrate.

She experienced this as an explosion. A series of

ripples moved through her body, each more intense than

the last. She was taken to another plane. She was

vaguely aware that she was making too much noise. She

was vaguely aware that she could barely breathe. She

could feel him smiling against her pussy. She had no

idea how long it lasted, only when he pulled away and

began to move up to her again, her breath was coming

in shudders.

She started when his voice murmured, soft and husky in

her ear.

'Enjoy that babe?'

'Mmmyeah,' came her languid response. She was still

coming, but with less intensity.

'I'm just getting started'.

She gave a throaty laugh and looked at him, focusing

for the first time since he finished eating her. His

pupils were massive, making his normally light green

eyes look incredibly dark. He moved in to kiss her and

she snorted back a laugh. Moving away slightly he

frowned, looking slightly offended.

'You've got my come on your chin,' she whispered, half

giggling, slightly apologetic, and 100% turned on. She

leaned her head up to him and flicked her tongue out,

licking it. He watched as her tongue slowly slipped

back into her mouth, before reaching down to kiss her

viciously. Tasting her pussy from her own mouth was

one of the most unique sexual experiences he had ever

had. His cock was harder than before, and he moved his

hand down to guide himself into her and bring them

together again.

Laughing, he gripped himself and made to enter her. He

gently flicked his cock against the wet, smooth

opening to her pussy. Pulling away slightly, he moved

himself upwards, rubbing the smooth, soft skin of his

head against the warm wet bump that was her pleasure

centre.

This was too soon after he went down on her, and she

moaned and twisted away slightly, panting hard. He

moved into position to enter her. Slowly pushing his

cock into her, he felt her contract ever so slightly.

Sliding slowly into her, he relished the feel of every

ridge, every soft spot, as it hugged his shaft. He was

moving too slowly for her. She began raise her hips,

trying to get him into her faster.

'Oh no baby. Not let. Let me do it.'

She fell back, letting him enter her at his own pace,

breathing ever so lightly. She didn't want to be

distracted from the sensation of him entering her,

rubbing where she hadn't been touched by him yet. When

he was almost all of the way in, he began to thrust.

Slow, shallow thrusts to begin with, teasing her,

sliding lightly over all of her most sensitive zones.

'Mmmharder' she murmured in his ear. He obliged,

slipping between her legs, pushing into her with

renewed energy.

Abruptly he pulled away. She pouted and feigned

displeasure. It was difficult since he was still over

her and the proximity made her excitement hard to

hide. She chose to nuzzle into his neck instead,

kissing him briefly. She could feel his Adams apple

vibrate as he said in a voice, gravelled by lust, 'I

want you to ride me.' He felt her lips form a smile

against his neck, and rolled off, laying back, holding

his cock up for her.

She straddled him, planting a foot on either side of

his hips for leverage, and slowly slid down his dick.

With her on top, she was slightly tensed, and her

pussy hugged his cock firmly. Since she was in

control, she played his game, moving slowly, teasing

him. He pushed into her, a move which surprised her.

She exhaled hard, tensing even more. She ran her hands

through her hair, showing him every inch of her body,

unashamed by it. She sped up, eyes glazing slightly.

Shifting slightly, she moved so her knees planted next

to him. Instead of sliding up and down his cock, this

new position was a combination of riding and rocking.

It was a completely different sensation for both of

them. He rubbed against her most sensitive areas,

filling every inch of her.

She slowly lowered her hands, running them down her

neck, down her collar bones to her breasts. She gave

them a quick tweak and began to breathe harder. It

tensed every muscle in her body, contracting around

his cock. He reached out and put his hands on the soft

flesh of her butt, encouraging her to slide harder and

faster, his fingers digging in slightly. Her hands

slid further down her body. One hand stayed at her

pussy, playing with her clit. The other lay on the

deeply grooved muscle running from his hip to his

cock. She was beginning to come and he was getting

close. Wanting to come at the same time, he pushed her

off him and moved on top of her.

'My God' he gasped, looking down 'look at all that

come on my cock.' Glancing down she saw it was true.

There were streaks of her sweet come swirled all over

his hard cock. He slid his hand over the creamy fluid,

rubbing it in. When he got to the tip he guided

himself into her for the last time. Thrusting with a

new urgency, he hit all the right areas. His breathing

began to shorten. He thrust harder, with more

intensity; she gyrated and pushed against him. Curling

her back, her legs slid up his, wrapping around him.

Instinctively she tensed them, pulling herself closer

to him, allowing for full deep and hard penetration.

Her back arched and her head tipped back. She ran her

hands up his arms once more, scrabbling at his

shoulders for purchase.

Finally she just gave in. With a scream she clung to

him. She could feel him sliding in her, over the

slight coolness of her come soaked, twitching pussy.

As she began the descent from her orgasm, she felt him

come. He gave one last deep thrust in her, and tensed,

partially upright, letting off an animal scream. He

stayed in that position for a few moments, before

slowly pitching forward, her pussy filled with their

mutual excitement.

He leaned over her, stretching his hand over her

shoulder so as not to collapse. Breathing hard in her

ear, he gave a soft moan of utter contentment.

Glancing over at him, she could see sweat peppered his

brow. His eyes were vacant, staring straight ahead at

nothing. His breathing slowed slightly, and he

swallowed. She felt a wave of tiredness sweep over her

and she closed her eyes for a moment.




'Make yourself useful and get this back to me by 4.'

She opened her eyes. Her boss stood on the other side

of her desk, grinning at her. His green eyes probed

hers for a moment and she felt a flush begin to creep

up her neck. His eyes skidded over her shoulder, where

the blond office tart walked, her perfect spray tan

legs being visually caressed.

'The partners need me to present it at 5.' Still not

looking at her, he dropped the folder carelessly on

her desk, turning to follow the blond.

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