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She hit the space bar a few times and the Reavers computer started to

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output its tremendous date file. “They have been very thorough”, Elizabeth
thought, as details of her childhood scrolled past. Another monitor showed
digitized photos of times and places she’d forgotten a long time ago. “Now
where did they get those?” she wondered, whispering it aloud.

She had looked very different at the time of her first serious modelling.
Her breasts were smaller then, her body tighter, her face younger. She
still remembered the thoughts running around in photographer’s head – being
a teenage mindreader can be very educational. Elizabeth had learned to accept
that as she grew older and wiser, and nowadays she never peeked really deep
into other person’s mind. There was never anything beautiful to be found,
only guilt, hate and chaos their conscious level was never aware of. She had,
of course, been taught the tricks of the trade by the undisputed master,
professor Xavier, but sometimes she wondered if she really could adjust how
deep she probed. Perhaps she saw everything other people had stuffed inside
their heads, just refusing to know it consciously.

Sensors indicated someone at the door, but she didn’t have to look at the
monitor to recognize her. Dazzler, the show-off mutant with power to transform
sound into light, entered the room carrying two cups of coffee.

“Found anything interesting?” she asked as she set the cups on a small table.

“No”, Elizabeth said and reached for the cup. She didn’t have to look at it
directly, since she saw it through Alison’s eyes. The multimedia show on the
monitor ended and another menu appeared. She sipped her coffee and swallowed
it quickly, because it was still a little bit hot.

“Have the boys returned?” she asked back.

“Not yet”, Alison said and inserted the cassette into the stereo. It was U2’s
Rattle and Hum, one of her favorites after Tina Turner. The bass line of
“Bullet” filled the air, first loud, then quieter as Alison loaded her body
with music.

“It’s OK, they can definitely take care of theirselves”, Elizabeth said and
drank again, this time ready for heat. “We survived the Inferno, defeated
Reavers, even M-Squad…” – she giggled now with Alison – “they really would
not let a bunch of common crooks give them any trouble, now would they?”

“Definitely”, Alison answered.

“How’s Rogue?”

“Still sleeping. I checked her a five minutes ago. The sedative is still
effective.”

“Do you think that she’s going to get herself together?” Elizabeth asked.

Alison took some time before answering. They both knew what Rogue had to
go through every day, probably until the end of her life. She was never
able to touch anyone, since slightest physical contact caused her to suck
the target’s mind into her body, turn to him. It was not a beautiful sight
nor a happy state of mind. She had – accidentally – taken Carol Danvers
permanently inside her, and these personas hadn’t gotten along very well
recently. All that was needed to that was to touch her a little bit too
long. She could never feel what it was like to sleep a whole night with
someone she loved, naked bodies touching each other everywhere, every time.
Her crimes had been notorious, yes, but the punishment had been out of
every proportion.

“I… really don’t know. We must hope so.”

Elizabeth streched her hands and yawned. She looked at the clock and was
surprised to realize that it was so late already. Her shoulders felt like
she was Colossus. Alison was quick to help her teammate and stepped behind
her. Elizabeth relaxed in her chair as Alison started rubbing her shoulders
and neck.

“That feels nice”, she complimented. Her hand reached for a key, but she
stumbled and hit the key next to the one she’d intended. “Hmph”, she said,
pressing the right key, but the machine was already running. Another multi-
media about her started to run.

“Browsing through your file?” Alison asked, running her fingertips over
and over her shoulders. “Isn’t it surprising how they got all that data
about us. You know, my file is full of stuff I wasn’t aware of myself.”

Elizabeth didn’t bother to stop the computer, instead she leaned back,
closed her eyes and let Alison relax her completely. She breathed peace-
fully, her mind wondering around. Suddenly Alison’s hands stopped what
they were doing, just in the middle of where they really shouldn’t have
done that. Elizabeth felt like a symphony had ended abruptly into sound
of everyday noise.

“Don’t stop”, she said quickly, with her eyes shut. Alison was stunned
for a second, they she started making a sound reminding Elizabeth of when
her girlfriends had caught her kissing a boy when she was twelve. She saw
the reason in her mind when Alison started to giggle.

Elizabeth’s eyes and mouth opened wide and she reached for the keyboard.
On the monitor there were sensuos photos of her – without a strand. She
gasped for air with disbelief – the guy had promised to destroy those
photos when she’d came over next day to tell that she’d changed her mind!
How could she have been so naive and stupid then? Alison was giggling aloud
now, almost falling down on the floor as Elizabeth pressed the buttons
frantically, trying to make the computer stop.

“Oh god”, she said when she found the right command. The picture died into
blackness.

She turned around and looked at Alison, who was trying not to laugh. Her
eyes were delivering a clear message, telling that if she ever told anyone
about these photos, she’d be dead meat. Alison pointed her forefinger play-
fully to her, showing that she’d give her the fight of her life.

“Now. How much did you see?” Elizabeth finally asked.

“Quite enough”, Alison answered. “There was this picture where you were
lying on the bed, eyes closed, legs open and hands on your pussy. And that
other one of you doing Emmanuelle-pose in that chair, except the expression
on your face was somehow more dangerous. I didn’t know you had such reserves.”

“Alison.”

“Elizabeth, come on. OK, so you were young and this guy, let me guess, gave
you a few drinks and you needed cash and did it? It’s not such a big deal,
nothing to worry about.”

“Alison.” Her voice contained now the anger that the shame had covered.

“Come on.” Alison stepped forward and quickly turned the chair around. She
placed her hands on Elizabeth’s neck before she could object. “You should
have seen the discos I performed in when I was young. Real ratholes with
minimum pay. I had to do some posing to reach bearable standards of living,
and most of it nastier than yours. Some of it a lot nastier, since I wasn’t
very beautiful then and no-one wanted to see my body unless it was humped
by some stud. So you have nothing to complain. I was just able to remove them
from my file before anyone else found them. Even all the video stuff. But
at least I had the decency not use my real name, and I don’t think that any-
one recognized me, because I only did cameos if films and usually wore a mask
when I sang onstage.”

Elizabeth sensed that Alison was telling the truth. She let herself loosen
again and sighed. “Now my good massage work is ruined”, Alison said, feeling
her muscled tensed again.

“Sorry”, Elizabeth said.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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It wasn’t a typical New York scene. The loud, congested bustle of
Times Square was much the same as usual. However, as I walked north on
Broadway I stopped dead in my tracks. On the corner was a large group
of foreign sailors. They were awfully darned cute in their navy blue
uniforms and white hats. I took advantage of the red light although I
usually cross against it anyway, if my life isn’t in immediate peril to look
them over. They each had a band around the brim of their hats that read
“Jeanne D’Arc.” Joan of Arc. Obviously their ship was in. Noticing one
particularly handsome sailor in his early twenties who flashed me a shy
smile, I wondered if my ship had come in, too.
They were crowded together studying a map. I asked them in my
very basic French if they needed directions. They all suddenly brightened
at hearing a stranger speak their native tongue and ignored the map and
crowded around me. I don’t know about you, but, having a dozen very
humpy twenty-year-old French sailors some on them with baskets the
size of the proverbial loaf of French bread squeezing closer to me from
every side suddenly made me a very friendly New Yorker.
The one I had already made a mental note of was the closest. He
had close cropped brown hair, handsome regular features, a dark tan and
a pair of green eyes that made my heart melt. He also had arms that
strained the fabric of his tunic to the bursting point, and a French loaf
dressed down the front of his thigh that looked like it could feed a family
of six with leftovers.
I asked them where they wanted to go. Twenty-four shoulders and
a dozen lower lips raised themselves into elaborate shrugs. They were
easy. They just wanted to have some fun. They had come to the right
place. New York is fun. And I’m easy.
My favorite emerald eyes introduced himself as Philippe (it
sounded like “Fleep”). He told me that he heard that Greenwich Village
was fun. I told him that it could be. The gang had a vociferous,
gesticulating vote. Half decided they wanted to go to the Village. The
other half, the less cute half, I might add, sour grapes or not wanted to go
into one of the porn theaters.
There was one small problem. I was on my way to meet my friend,
Linda. She was just about to finish work. We were supposed to see a
movie, but, how could I relinquish my new-found calling as unofficial New
York Ambassador to see some stupid film? Especially since Philippe was
leaning the entire weight of his loaf against my thigh?
I came up with an idea. (No mean feat considering the fact that the
blood normally apportioned for use in my brain had engorged a more
southerly region.) We were standing right beside a pay phone. I waved
good-bye to the half dozen deserters who straggled into a dingy theater
to see a movie that featured the word “muffs” prominently in its title.
Miracle of miracles, it was a pay phone in working order. I reached
my hand into my pocket coming into brief contact with the blood that
had momentarily abandoned my brain and dug out a quarter. I dialed
Linda’s number.
“Linda Metzler,” she cooed in her That Girl voice.
“The Count of Monte Crisco,” I joked. Linda enjoyed an occasional
snappy comeback.
“David, you’re not calling to cancel on me, are you?” she
admonished. I could picture her pulling off her earring and readying
herself for battle.
“Now, Linda, keep an open mind…”
“David, the movie finishes tonight. It closes. It will cease to play in
a theater near you.”
“It’ll be out on video before you know it,” I offered weakly.
“I don’t wanna see it on video!” she snapped. “I want the big
screen. I want the Dolby sound. I want that bad, grease-soaked movie
popcorn!” Linda is a gal who wants it all.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I replied, forcing myself not to whine.
“You haven’t the equipment!” she snickered. (I knew it was just a
matter of time before she let out a zinger.)
“But, something’s come up!” I explained. “Something irresistible.”
“Knowing you, the only thing that’s come up is your little piece of
turkey gristle!” she fumed. Calling Linda a ball breaker would be like
calling Acme Wrecking a housecleaning service.
“But, I want to include you in my change of plans,” I fudged.
“And what might that be?” she asked with more than a hint of
disbelief.
“I don’t suppose you’d consider giving up the chance of sitting in a
darkened theater with someone who really didn’t want to be there for the
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of spending an evening in the Village,
wining and dining a half-dozen incredibly sexy young French sailors? On
me.” I crossed my fingers for luck. There was silence at the other end of
the line.
“Linda? Are you there?”
“Well, I’ll have to go home and change my clothes first.”
“Change? Why?”
“Because I want to wear something a little more casual. Something
that shows a little cleavage. I’m gonna give you a run for your money,
honey!”
“Fine. Wear whatever you like. Just meet us at The Riviera when
you’re ready. We’ll be there. Okay?”
“Okay, Davy. But, remember, just because I’m being so goddamn
nice about this change of plans does not mean you don’t owe me.”
“Don’t worry. The thought never crossed my mind.”
I hung up and turned around to see my entourage waiting
expectantly. They looked so adorable, with the red pompoms on top of
their white hats and the ‘V’ of horizontal stripes across their chests, that I
hated to share them with Linda. She would be what you’d call a straight
female version of a chicken hawk. Well, I’d take my chances. But, if I
caught her so much as smiling at Philippe, I’d pluck her.
We started our march south. Heaven was smiling on me. Philippe
spoke English the best of the bunch. Coincidentally, I suddenly forgot
what little French I knew. He had to stick close. To translate.
The sailors found me riveting. You can’t really blame them.
Besides being New York’s only Goodwill Ambassador, I’m not that hard to
look at. I’m thirty. (Okay, thirty-two.) Tall and naturally slim. (Okay, so I
starve myself to fit into last year’s jeans.) And a natural blond. (Okay, so
I’m naturally a shade darker. That doesn’t mean I’m not a blond.) Suffice
to say that I’ve never been referred to as a troll, although I’ll admit to
having been called willowy once or twice, which I’m not. I belong to a
gym. (Okay, so it went bankrupt four years ago if it ever reopens, I’m sure
they’ll honor my membership.)
Our march was not without a few forced halts. One was at Macy’s.
The platoon wanted to buy some jeans. It was exhilarating. The
salesperson an older guy in a rather good rug and I couldn’t have been
more helpful. We commandeered the changing rooms and watched,
breathless, as one after the other squeezed themselves in and out of
countless pairs of jeans.
Philippe was shy. I nobly volunteered to curtain myself into a
cubicle with him. His shyness was soon explained. He hadn’t worn any
underwear. His tunic had to come off in one piece, leaving him wearing
nothing but his socks and a bit of foreskin. His cock hung heavily
between his legs. It was as big soft as a respectable one would be hard. I
had purposely selected a couple of pairs of jeans that I thought would be
a little on the small side. (They only knew their European sizes.) Crammed
into the tiny enclosure I could see his round white ass squirm and wriggle
in the mirror behind him as he pulled the jeans over his muscular thighs.
He was about to give up, but I told him that it was the fashion again to
wear them tight. (So I lied sue me!)
He managed to get them pulled up over his ass, but cramming his
cock and very sizable balls inside was a tricky maneuver. He had to
squeeze his balls down one leg and his cock down the other. I told him
the fabric would stretch and indicated that he should lift his arms over his
head and hold his breath. He obeyed. I knelt in front of him and tackled
the fly. They were button fronts. (Pure coincidence!) As I struggled with
the metal buttons and the stiff denim, I naturally huffed and puffed a
little as I strained to do them up. At that point, I’m sure my breath felt as
hot as a blow dryer set on full-power.
One of my fingers strayed teasingly down the leg that held his
cock. It wasn’t only the denim that was stiff! Throwing caution to the
wind, I grabbed the waistband at the back and yanked down for all I was
worth.
What a reward! His cock was semihard. The dark pink head was
peeking out from his receded foreskin. I wrapped one hand around the
thick base and in an instant it leapt to attention. I peered up and saw that
Philippe had leaned back against the mirror and closed his eyes. That was
invitation enough.
I scooped the skin backwards and slid the glistening pink head
into my mouth. He tasted like paradise. I knew that time was of the
essence, so I quickly jerked him as I sucked. With the other hand I played
with his smooth, heavy balls and sent a finger to scout the unknown
territory of his tightly puckered ass.
Just as my mission was about to be accomplished, we were cruelly
interrupted by voices outside the cubicle telling us they were ready to go.
We had no choice. We had to abandon ship.
I quickly helped Philippe out of the jeans and back into his tunic.
We had a bit of trouble lowering his periscope, but, somehow managed to
stuff it in. We exchanged a quick kiss and joined the others. They didn’t
notice how sheepish we looked, they were so busy comparing their
purchases. The salesman also looked flustered. His face was bright red
and his rug was askew. And when he asked us to be sure to come back
soon, I could tell he really meant it.
The boys and I meandered through Chelsea and into the Village.
Linda was already waiting for us at The Riviera. She had appropriated two
outdoor tables and was guarding them with her life.
She was really dolled up for the occasion. On a good day she
could look like a dark-haired Jodie Foster. On a bad day, she could look
like the Wicked Witch of the West. It was a good day. Her hair tumbled
fluffily onto her shoulders, her make-up was perfect and her tits
provocatively pert above a low-cut turquoise blouse looked good enough
to eat. (Although 1, personally, would have to be pretty damned
hungry…)
I took a glance around to see how my crew was reacting. They
were all drooling over Linda’s cleavage except Philippe. He narrowed his
beautiful green eyes, as if gauging whether or not she was competition. I
leaned over to him and murmured that we were just friends. The smile he
flashed me made me practically pass out.
We squeezed into the chairs and ordered drinks. Linda was on my
left and Philippe on my right.
“What kept you?” she asked. “I was beginning to think you’d
dumped me again.”
“They all wanted to stop and try on jeans at Macy’s.
It was a madhouse.”
“And I can guess who was the happiest lunatic. You look like
butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth.”
“You’re wrong there, Linda. It would melt in a second,” I chided.
From then on, Linda turned her attention to the tallest, beefiest of
the bunch, who was sitting on her other side. She had managed to
squeeze a couple of years, at a Swiss finishing school, out of her parents.
She could hold her own quite well in French. She thought she sounded
just like Brigitte Bardot, but, with Linda’s rasping voice it was more like
Maurice Chevalier.
Philippe and I got on together like a house on fire. Our thighs
never parted under the table, keeping us both in a constant state of semi-
erection. (I know I checked every now and then.)
Military service is compulsory in France, so he chose the navy to
see something of the world. He was from a town near Avignon, called St.
Remy. When his service was completed he told me he wanted to continue
his studies and become an architect.
Now, there was a coincidence! Not only did we both have raging
hard-ons, but we were both into architecture. I told him about the
building I was submitting a proposal on in Tribeca. I didn’t bother letting
him know that most of my living came from designing suburban
shopping plazas. He’d find that out for himself.
After cocktails at The Riviera, we ate at a pizzeria the boys’ choice
and then hit a jazz club. It was early, so we easily got seats. By that time,
Linda and The Beefcake were obviously getting hot under the collar. Her
hand was constantly massaging a suspicious looking lump on his thigh
and his hand was so far up her skirt it looked like it was lost forever.
A little before midnight, four of the sailors suddenly struggled to
their feet and announced that they had to be back aboard ship. I gasped
and looked toward Philippe and The Beef. They smiled and shook their
heads.
Being the ambassador, I took the four outside and put them into a
cab. The cabby who was kinda cute raised an eyebrow at me and asked if
there were any more where they came from. I told him that there was a
whole shipful, but they had to be on board in a half hour. I’ve never seen
a cab pull away from the curb so fast.
When I got back inside, Linda and her new pal were just getting
up to leave. Philippe explained that he had invented an aunt in
Manhattan, and on the strength of that had wangled a weekend pass for
him and his buddy.
I asked Philippe what he wanted to do. Thank god he said he
wanted to go back to my place. I couldn’t bear the thought of having to
drag him around bars and watching everyone drool.
I’ve got a loft in Soho. (Okay, so it’s in Noho.) It was a beautiful
night for walking. We took a cab. Just call me Mr. Impatient!
I was so excited that I felt like carrying him over the threshold. We
headed straight for the bedroom. (Bed area.) In about fifteen seconds, we
had both ripped off our clothes. After all the hours of what amounted to
foreplay, our cocks were both instantly at full mast.
We. fell onto the bed. He heaved himself on top of me and our
tongues thrashed together while the blood in our cocks beat in unison. I
grabbed two handfuls of his unbelievable ass and pulled him even closer.
He then pulled himself down between my legs and took my cock
in his mouth. He wasn’t an expert cock sucker, but I gave him an A for
enthusiasm.
Then it was my turn. I reached down and wrapped my hands
around his ridiculously slim hips. As my cock slapped wetly out of his
mouth and onto my stomach, I pulled him forward until he was on his
hands and knees above me. He fucked my face something fierce. I
managed to wrench a finger into his hole. Eureka! He started to buck. I
pulled myself away before he came. I had other things in mind. I coaxed
him onto his back and balanced his ankles on my shoulders. With one
hand I rubbed my cock back and forth along his balls and crack. With the
other I searched frantically in the handy compartment in my headboard
for lubricant and safes.
Philippe kept shaking his head “no.” But his body was arching and
saying “yes.” I put a dollop of lube in the tip of the condom and then
unrolled it down my cock. I squeezed more lube onto my hand and
introduced a finger into his hole. That was all it took. His “yes” became a
verbal one and I positioned the head of my cock and slowly shoved it in
to the hilt.
From then on, I could do no wrong. Philippe started pumping his
own cock as I pushed in and out. His ass felt incredible, my own snug
harbor. I grabbed the sides of his ass and really started to pump.
As Philippe started spurting over his chest, I plowed in deeper. I
came in waves as I leaned forward and our lips met again. I pulled out of
his ass and we lay together, our breath heaving.
Suffice to say, it was a hell of a weekend. Occasionally we dragged
ourselves out of bed long enough to have a meal with Linda and her Beef
or to run to the drugstore for more condoms. Philippe and I have kept in
touch. His military service is over soon. I’m trying to persuade him to
attend architecture school on this side of the ocean. I won that bid in
Tribeca and am in dire need of an assistant.

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true stories about, but this story is about my first gay experience.

While I was living in the West Country I learnt massage as a second

income to my small business that I was running. It only took few

lessons to learn massage and as I am sure you realise it good fun.

Touching ladies and having fleeting touches in various places and they

are never sure if it was on purpose, part of the massage or just an

accident.

Anyway I put an advert in the local paper advertising a nice relaxing

massage after the hard day at work. I had a few ladies phone up but I

had one guy who phoned up and for some reason I thought it would be

OK. So I arranged a time and turned up at his house. His name was

George, medium height, slightly over weight, balding and he was in his

early 50’s. I arranged my massage bed in the middle of the room,

pulled the curtains and dimmed the light.

I rubbed some oil into my hands and started the massage. George wanted

his back massaged first, it was unusual as massaging the back relaxes

you the most. First on one foot then the other working my way up his

legs, all the time he kept on lifting his arse off the table and open

his legs slightly. I didn’t take any notice. I got to his shoulders

and he started to breath louder. I had only massaged ladies up to this

day and they just lay their and enjoy the feeling of the massage. Once

again I didn’t take any notice, as long as he was enjoying it the more

I got paid usually.

I asked him to turn over and I gave him a small towel to cover his

middle he said it didn’t matter if I didn’t mind, so it was left off.

I started at his feet again and worked up, as I got to the top of his

thigh he opened his legs so I could get to the muscle. I brushed his

balls as I was doing this and he gasped out loud. He started to get

and erection his dick was only about 3 inches long when erect. When I

got to his chest I rubbed around his nipples, as there is no reason to

touch them, this excited him as well. I must be very naive, as I

didn’t realise what was happening to him. When I worked down his arm I

was laying it against me leg for support and this gave him the

opportunity to touch my leg. All the time he was apologising for the

erection and touching my leg he said it was the best massage he had

had and it was very stimulating.

When I got to the other arm he was getting more advantageous as he was

lifted his arm slightly, which I hadn’t noticed and this allowed him

to brush my dick end. It was then that I realised what he was up to. I

didn’t move away as I knew I was in control of things. When I finished

he asked if I would like a massage and he said he would pay me double.

I agreed and got on the table. He made an excuse about the table being

to high for him and he set some cushions on the floor and I laid down

on these. He started to massage me back first rubbing right up the

legs straight away. When he got to my arse he kept on running his

fingers up and down the crack. When he massage my fleshy bum cheeks he

pulled them a part and massaged my arse hole very lightly. He must

have been in sheer heaven to have some lay there and let him touch

them. When he got to my waist he pushed his hands under me and touched

my dick, it was getting hard at this point.

When he had finished he told me to turn over. He told me not to worry

about the erection, so I just lay there with my eyes closed. When he

go to my arms he held it in such a away that it was brushing his small

dick all of the time. I had never touched a guy before and it felt

strange but not bad enough to pull away. He started to comment on my

dick as it was fully erect at this point. it was bigger than his about

8 inches long and not a bad width either. I’ve never had complaints

anyway. When I though he had finished he said I will sort that out for

you if you want. I just nodded. He gripped my erection and wanked me

off into the towel. After I cum I got dressed, got paid and left.

Two days later he asked if I wanted to go back so massage him, I said

yes and returned that afternoon. Then same happened again for few

visits. Then after about 3 visits he got more adventurous and told me

to close my eyes and think and I felt him give me my first male

blowjob. It was good but strange to see a guy have his head in my lap.

The visits got longer with him licking me all over, sticking his

tongue into my arse, using his finger s while he sucked me.

At one stage I told him to put an condom on and I sucked him, as it

was small it was no problem. I had often thought what it would be like

to suck a dick, I must admit it was good. As it went on he wanted me

to use pegs on his nipples wank him off as he sucked me, and spank his

arse while massaging him. It was good money as I was enjoying to as

well.

I lost contact with him for while as I moved abroad but each time I

got back to the UK I looked him up. While abroad I went to porno

cinemas and had guys wank, and gobble me, but that is another story.

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Anokhi bhabhi

Administrator — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 09:03:02 +0000

Anokhi bhabhi
By: shivam
Hi guys this is shivam from Hyderabad. I find it exciting to read about people fucking their chachis bhabhis moms and aunts. So here is my story relating to my sexual exploits with my bhabi (poonam).
Njoiiiiiii I am 17 year old gut staying in Calcutta with my bhaiyaa and bhabhi. My parents live in Delhi. My bhabi poonam is 32 and you know she is my darling. My brother runs his business and has to travel all over the country. He invariably remains on tour for 8 months in a year. So all u guys can imagine the amount of fun I have with my sexy and voluptuous bhabhi. So here begins the story….. My bhabhi got married to my brother a couple of years ago and believe me at that time I had not thought in my wildest dreams that I would be fucking her some day.
I had immense respect for and liked her like all devars like their bhabis. My bhabhi was perfect in all respects. She had a prefect body without a single pound of extra fat. She was quite intelligent as well. Since I and my bhabhi used to spend a lot of time together, we were quite compatible with each other. But let me tell u even in every day life she used to dress like a complete “suhaagan”. Lips red like cherry, with lots of sin door on the forehead, hands completely filled with red bangles, a big mangalsutra and to round it off she always wore a good saree sometimes pink, red, orange, blue and so on.
She looked immensely beautiful even in her daily clothes. I never hesitated in admiring her beauty. Everyday when I used to wake up my bhabhi would me a glass of juice and it was customary for me to say “thanks bhabhi, today u is looking beautiful”. She always took my compliments well and with a smile. I loved her smile a lot. She always had a soft, charming and a warm smile on her face. I used to chat with her a lot and sometimes my bhabhi would sportingly ask me “would kind of wife do u want vivek?” and my answer as usual used to be “just find me your duplicate bhabhi and I will marry her “. Hearing my answer she used to laugh loudly. Days passed by and I got closer and closer to her. Now, I don’t know why, I started to have strange feelings about her.
Whenever I would be resting or sitting alone the thoughts of my bhabhi used to preoccupy my mind. Now thoughts of her beautiful smile, lovely body used to completely fill my brain. Initially I felt guilty for harboring such thoughts about my own bhabhi but later my feelings for her intensified. I realized that was in love with her and now I just thought about her lovely body, great boobs and wide round ass. I had made up my mind to fuck her and was waiting for the right day. After fighting with myself for 3 days I decide to make a bold move. It was a Friday morning and as usual my bhbahi ha dresses her in a pink saree. She was looking sexy. All morning I did not talk to her and after bathing as I was about leave my house for some work this happened…
I went near my bhabhi with my head low, seeing me he smiled and asked “kya baat hai vishal, aajtum itne chup kyun ho?” hearing this I said “bhabi mein aapse kuch kehna chata hun. Mein janta nahin kii is baat ko kaise kahon par mera ye baat kehna bahut jarurihai. Ye sunker shayad aap mujhse nafrat karne lagen” she replied “kya baat hai? Jaldi bolo” and then holding my breath I said” bhabi mujhe lagta hai kii main aapse pyar karne laga hun”. Saying this I just rushed out of the house. Whole day I remained out, thinking about what could be her reaction when I reach home. any way at about 5 in the evening I returned home. I rang the dood bell and my bhabhi opened the door. She looked at me and smiled. I shook my head and rushed into my room, I didn’t have the courage to talk to her. I locked myself in the room for 2 hours pondering about what I had done. At about 7 I came out of my room and for the first time in the day looked at her. As I looked at her, I noticed that her face was expressionless but a noticeable change had taken place.
She was now wearing a red saree and looked completely like a dulhan. I did not read much into that change. That whole evening I did not talk to her. She served me dinner and we sat to watch a bit of television but not a word came out of our mouth at about 9 p.m. My bhabhi went inside and I thought she had gone to the kitchen to fetch me a bit of milk but she didn’t return for the next 15 minutes. I got confused and went inside to see what the matter was. I entered my bhabhis room and found her standing near the mirror. Looking at me she said “ander aao vishal aur darwaza band kar dena” what?????? I thought in my mind. Was it a dream or a reality? Anyway I locked the room and looking at my bhahi I gave her a wicked smile. By now I understood that she also approved of my love. my bhabi came near my and throwing her bangle filled hands around my neck, she gave me a gentle kiss in my lips.
Let me tell u it was the best kiss I ever had. This made me horny and I grabbed her by her waist and gave her a tight kiss on her lips. Then I removed her sarees paloo and started to press her huge breasts. In the mean time she tore off my shirt and loosened the strings of her petticoat. It fell down and now she stood only in her blouse and panty. Her legs were quite beautiful. I tore of her blouse only to find her not wearing a bra! Her breasts looked amazing and I took them in my mouth, sucking milk out of it. After couple of minutes she threw me forcefully on the bed. I watched my bhahi and what a sight it was. My lovely sexy bhabhi only wearing a panty. Her soft boobs completely bare and hands full of red bangles. What a terrific combination! She came near me pulled out my pajama and underwear. My lund was saluting her. She jumped on the bed and took it in her mouth and licked it. I felt relieved, horny, and calm all at the same time.
Then I threw her on the bed and laid myself on her body, kissing every part of it. my bhabi loved every moment of it. I kissed her every body part and then trusted my lund into her cunt. She screamed with pain and pleasure. I pushed it harder until I blasted my cum into it and all this while she groaned “jorse vishal, aur jor lagao” I kept my lund inside her cunt untill I cumed thrice in it. After that I took in out and licked her ass juice. By that time we were burning with heat and sweat. The smell of her armpit and body was like scent to me. Well, we continued to fuck each other for the next 6 hours kissing each other on every body part and from all possible angles. After 6 and a half hour of intensive fucking, I slept on bhabhis body. Next morning I woke up still in the bed, completely naked.
My bhabhi came in the room wearing a sexy nighty which hung on to her body only by two small strings. She had not taken a bath and she smelled great. She came in with a cup of tea and gave it to me like all wives give to their husbands, she laughed looking at me and the stood up, loosened the two strings of her nighty and let it slip out of her body. She was standing bare, without even a panty and jumped into the bed. well u all knows what happened for the next couple of hours. Now, I and my bhabhi r two great lovers and when ever my bhaiyaa is out with work we make sure that we bath together and fuck each other at least 5 hours in the day alone. Sleeping together at night is a different thing. At about 6 in the evening she puts in her sexy nighty not wearing any under garments and when we are about to sleep, she removes it and sleeps completely naked with me. I too sleep without underwear. It facilitates quick fucking.
On Sundays we make it a point of not coming out of bed till 4 in the afternoon. My bhabhi wears whatever saree I ask her to. When I wish to look at her as a dulhan and want to have suhaagraats I ask her to wear a red saree with all her make up. Sometimes at my command she remains completely naked all day! She does not feel ashamed as she considers me her husband when bhaiyaa is out and standing bare in front of your husband is not shameful at all. We love each other immensely and whenever bhaitaa is back we r back to old relationship of devar-bhabhi. although my bhabhi sleeps 4 months in a year with my bhaiyaa she insists that she has never had physical relationship with her.
She says that I am the only one to make use of her body and she even says that she will never allow my bhaiyaa to fuck her. She wishes to have 3 or 4 kids from me and now after two years of immense fun, we r planning to have first of our four babies. After all husband-wife relationship only gets better when kids are born!!! Any unsatisfied bhabhi, chachi mom or even aunts in Hyderabad can contact me at wildchat05@yahoo.com. I will be grateful to satisfy your desires. so all u aunts’ bhabhis chachis in Calcutta contact me quickly and without any hesitation.

On the beach

Administrator — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 09:16:02 +0000

On the beach
By: Monica
My boyfriend and I were relaxing on the beach that warm fall evening. The temperature was warm enough for us to lie on the beach in a bikini and trunks, but not hot enough for us to go in the water, so the beach was deserted. Plus, we had found a cozy secluded rocky spot around a bend away from the boardwalk. We were all alone. It was great!
“Dear,” he said to me, “Why don’t you let me bury you in the sand?” He loved to bury me in the sand up to my neck and then pretend to walk away.
“Sure,” I answered.
He dug a hole in the sand about two feet deep and about two feet square. I stepped into it and kneeled down and then he filled the hole back up. My head was sticking out of the sand like I was some kind of sand monster about to pounce on unsuspecting passersby, if there were passersby on the beach at this hour.
“Hey love,” I said to him then, “Why don’t you walk over to that pizza stand we passed on the boardwalk and get us something to eat?”
“Sure, but will you be all right? It’s kind of a hike back to civilization.”
“I’m not going anywhere!”
“Well, sure, what do you want on your pie?”
“Everything!”
“Okay. I’ll be right back.”
Dave walked away, leaving me buried and helpless in the sand.
I started to get scared after about a half-hour seemed to go by and he hadn’t returned. I figured the line might be long, but with no one around, how could that be. After an hour seemed to go by, I started to panic. I started yelling. “Hey! Come on out you asshole! This isn’t funny any more! Hey! Someone! Please! Help me!”
I figured that _someone_ must have heard me screaming my head off, but still no one came.
About an hour after that, I was frantic, “Help! Someone! Help me! I’m trapped! Help!”
A few minutes later, some guy in shorts and a white-tee shirt came around the dunes and walked up to me.
“Thank God someone heard me! Please dig me out of here!”
He walked up close to me and kneeled in the sand right in front of me, like, his crotch was right in my face.
He looked down at me and said, “I’ll let you out. But you got to do something for me if you want me to do something for you.”
Oh God! It didn’t take a genius to know what this bastard wanted.
“Please!” I begged. “I’m trapped here. It’s your duty to help someone in distress. You can’t rape me! Please!”
“Oh man!” he said, “It’s just like a bitch to want to run her own life, and I’m actually all for equal rights and all that. But the minute she’s in a bind, then everyone else _owes_ her their blood, sweat, and tears! Well, bullshit!”
He stood and started to walk away.
“Hey!” I shouted, “Where are you going? You can’t leave me here!”
From several paces away, he turned. “Listen bitch. I’d never rape anyone. If you want my help, it has to be by _mutual_ consent. Do you know what _mutual consent_ means?”
“Yeah, it means, like, free trade and all that. But what’s that got to do with this?”
_”Mutual consent_ means that no one can force another person to do anything. That goes for anything at all. No one can force someone else to trade with them. But mutual consent is a double-edged sword; no one can force someone else to give them charity, no matter how badly they need it. So if you don’t want to pay my price for helping you, then I’ll walk away and it’s just like I was never here and you’re no bettor or worse off that before I showed up.” He started to walk away again.
“Wait,” I said. Here I was buried up to my neck in the sand, and I knew that high tide would eventually roll in. I had no choice but to give in to this bastard’s demands, even if it made me sick. I have never given head. I had no idea what it would be like, and I didn’t want to find out. And I had finally found a boyfriend who didn’t demand it. My girlfriends all told me that I was missing out because I never received it either, but the thought of that dirty thing that he pees out of in my mouth made me feel queasy.
“What?” he turned around again and asked.
“I’ll do it.”
“Really?” he asked, sounding really surprised that I agreed.
“Yeah, sure,” I said.
He came back over. He pulled his shorts down and squatted as he had done before. His cock quivered right in front of my face. He then unfolded his legs out on either side of my head and rocked his butt forward slowly inching his cock toward my mouth.
“Open up!” he said.
Of course, I was scared shitless; what if my boyfriend showed up now? Yet, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he slid closer still. I felt his cock rub against my lips and over my tongue. Yet he still continued inching his butt forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I started gagging when it started pressing against the back of my throat, but he still pressed on until his cock was rammed part way down my throat, his hairy muff was pressed tightly against my nose, and his balls were rubbing against my chin. Oh man, this was so gross. And the gagging was awful, I couldn’t stand it!
But the worse was yet to be. He started rocking back and forth on his ass, sliding his cock in and out, and fucking my throat. The pain was horrendous, and I could hardly breathe!
I knew he was about to come in a second or two. Then, suddenly, he wrapped his legs tightly against the back of my head, forcing my face into his crotch and his dick even deeper down my throat. I couldn’t breathe at all and I just knew this bastard was going to suffocate me to death while he gets his rocks off. Then, _Gaaak! _ that intense gamy smell of cum attacked my taste buds. At least it didn’t taste as bad as it smelled.
My lungs were screaming in pain for air when he finished coming down my throat. Yet he remained motionless, with his legs pressing hard against the back of my head and dick deep down my throat as it slowly shrunk.
I was just about to pass out when he finally relaxed his legs from around my head and I finally managed to get my gagging under control and catch my breath.
Finally spent, it seemed, he back up and slid his cock out of my mouth, all covered and dripping with a mix of his cum and my saliva.
I gasped a few times still catching my breath. I swallowed and asked, “Now can you get me out of here?”
“Sure thing!” he answered. He put his shorts back on and then started digging around me with his hands. It wasn’t long before he had dug deep enough that I could pull my arms free from under the sand. We both continued digging me out and it wasn’t long after that I was able to stand, albeit all covered with sand.
He held his hand out for me to help me step out of the sand, and, like a jerk, I took it.
And then, like a bigger jerk, I said “Thanks,” to the bastard who just raped me.
He smiled and said, “You’re welcome,” and started to walk away again.
As he was walking away, I couldn’t believe what was going through my head. “Wait!” I called out to him again.
“What? Need a ride anywhere?” he asked as he swung his hands out from his sides.
“No. I’m not really sure, but.”
“But what?”
“You like to get head, but do you like to give it too?”
“Yeah, I love to give head. Why?”
“What ‘why?’ Do you really need to ask ‘why’?”
“I guess I don’t,” he answered as he approached me again. I hoped he couldn’t see how beet-red my face just became in the darkness, but I pulled my bikini bottom off and lay down in the sand spreading my legs apart. He lay down between my legs with his face in my crotch. Then I felt it. He started licking my pussy! With his tongue! Wow! I couldn’t believe that another human being could enjoy putting his tongue inside that dirty place. Still it felt so good!
He licked up from just above my ass. He stick his tongue into my hole as he went over it, then he continued up and hit _the spot! _ Oh My God! I never felt something so good in my whole life! Then he went back down again. Oh please! Go back up and lick my clit again! Then he licked up around the inside perimeter of my cunt, up over and around above my clit and back down again. Oh wow! Don’t tease me like that, man! Then he went back up the middle again, like he did before. He lingered a moment over my pussy hole, fucking me with his tongue. I was on the brink of coming! He continued up and played with my clit again with his tongue. I felt like I was about to burst! I had never come so close to coming so quickly before. I didn’t think it was possible for me to come without at least ten to fifteen minutes of foreplay. But this guy had me on the brink in a few minutes just by licking and teasing my twat with his tongue. Back down he went, and around the perimeter again. Get back to the target, man! He went back up the middle again, like he did the last time. I was _this_ close to coming, and he started sucking on my clit, and just my clit. Hard! Like my clit was a tiny dick he was sucking on. Here I come! Oh God! Here I come! I started bouncing and thrashing like I had never came before. He even continued sucking on my clit while I came! I just continued coming and coming until my clit started to hurt. And then I still kept coming and he still kept sucking.
I finally expended myself and he stopped sucking and started gently licking my clit and pussy. I still continued to quake every few seconds to that. And then it was over.
But, man! I didn’t know it was possible for a woman, especially me, to come so quickly and easy and to keep coming for so long! I mean, I’ve done guys with hair triggers that took longer to come than I just did! Wow!
I then looked down at him looking up at me, both of us panting furiously. “Come here,” I said to him.
He crawled up my body and flipped my bikini top over my tits. He settled on me with his face above my boobs.
“Wow!” he said. “Look how hard your nipples are! You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Damn, I loved it! Now suck my nipples.”
He leaned over and started sucking on the left nipple. He sucked so hard I thought he was going to fucking swallow it. Oh, man, that felt so good! He sucked it for countless minutes before I nudged his head over to the other one.
After a few more minutes, I nudged him to crawl up higher on me. As he did, I reached up and grabbed the back of his head by the hair and pulled his mouth down to mine. I could heel his cock quivering and rubbing against my pussy.
We broke the kiss and I asked, “Are you hard again?”
“I got hard again sucking your tasty cunt.”
“So what are you waiting for? Fuck me!”
As if waiting for my okay, he thrust his pelvis down and I felt his cock slide into my cunt. I was so slippery from being wet on my own and from his saliva inside, that it went in without the least fuss. And, oh man, was he hard again!
He started pumping and I was still pumped up from coming a moment ago. I knew it would take much for me to come again, now that I had a rock-hard cock pumping my pussy.
I was right! I started quaking all over again while he was pumping me. God, it felt so good!
He pumped me and pumped me, and I kept coming and coming to his rhythm. Damn, he was good! I was amazed how long he could hold it in before he finally came into me. This guy was amazing in many ways.
Then, panting, he said, “Wow! I’m sorry I took so long to come that time. Being the second time in a row took a bit of work.”
Wow! He was apologizing for taking _too long_ to come! I couldn’t believe my ears.
“Where have you been all my life?” I asked him.
“I’ve been around.”
I figured my boyfriend split on me or something. Man, is he going go hear about it in the morning, but I just now realized that I never got that pizza and was starving.
“Well, maybe it’s time to get going? You hungry, maybe we can, like, get something to eat or something.”
“Yeah, I’m starved,” he said, “I was in line at some pizza joint over on the boardwalk before when some punk on a skateboard plowed into the line.”
“You’re shitting me?”
“No, why would I shit you? Sent one guy to the hospital with a concussion.”
“Really? What the guy look like?”
“Oh, tall I think. Light brown hair. Had on trunks and a football jersey.”
Oh my God!
“What! What’s wrong? You look shocked!”
“That’s my, uhm. That’s my boyfriend. What happened to him? How bad was he hurt? Did you see anything?”
“Yeah. Uhm. I don’t know. I heard the ambulance dude say to the cop that he was knocked out, but he’ll come to in the hospital and he’ll be fine.”
“Look, I gotta go.” I looked over my shoulder and was relieved to see that my purse, car keys, and the rest of our stuff were still there on that rock.
“Okay. I hope your boyfriend will be okay,” he said.
“Yeah, thanks. But, uhm, listen. I sometimes come down to the beach here by myself in the evenings. I mean, uh, just so you know.”
“Yeah, I do too, sometimes,” he said. “Maybe we’ll see each other again.”
Damn, I hope so!
* END *

The trainer

Administrator — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 09:22:02 +0000

The trainer
By: ISS
Lilly lolled in the tub, letting the soothing hot waters rinse away the aches in her burning muscles!!! What a workout it had been, and Jack always pushed her a lot harder than she thought she could bear, but if you’re going to do a triathlon you’ve got to be in tip top condition!!! “How ya feel, babe,” he said with laugh while standing in front of the mirror and putting on his deodorant, “great workout, huh!?!” “Yeah,” she sighed, “I think every muscle in my body is screaming for mercy, even my eyelids hurt!!!” He playfully reached down into the water and grabbed a handful of her pussy and asked kiddingly, “Even this muscle!?!” “Oh, Jack,” she gasped, “you know how I get after a workout, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyyy!!!” “Of course I do,” he replied softly while burrowing his finger into her tight shaved vagina, “why do you think I came in here, to check out the fixtures!?!”
“Jack,” she said while admonishing him, “d-don’t start something you can’t finish!!!” “You mean like this,” he asked while twisting his finger all around the inside of her cunt, “cuz if that’s what you mean, don’t worry about it, I can do this all night!!!” Now she was like the puppet on the hand of a puppeteer, responding to each and every one of his moves by jerking her pussy around to follow insistent index finger!!! “Lilly,” he asked softly while continuing his probing, “you seem to require a lot of orgasms to keep you going, I wonder why that is?!?” “I don’t know,” she said with a groan, “I just do, p-please don’t stop, oh you do me so well!!!” “Ya know,” he said a matter of factly, “I have theory about this, would you care to hear about it!?!” “Theory,” she gasped, “I don’t give a fuck about any theory, I just wanna cum a lot, that’s all!!!” “Mmmmm, I’m a little disappointed in you, babe,” he said with a shake of his head, “you’d think you’d be more interested in why you cum so much!!!” “Sweet jesus, you’re nuts,” she fairly shrieked, “I’m on the fucking edge of having huge one and you’re blithering on about some psycho-babbo theory that means fucking shit, now do my clit for me, you fucking sadist!!!”
“Say,” he offered while ignoring her demand, “would you like to see my penis, I think it’s getting pretty hard now, and if memory serves me correctly, you’re quite the little cockhound, aren’t you!?!” As he was scrunched down along side the tub, his pecker was out of her sight, and just hearing him talk about his erection drove her absolutely batty causing her to plead, “Jack, if you show it to me I’ll suck it off, please, let me see it, please!!!” His finger was now sliding all over her bucking cunt, everywhere that is except on her hard little clitoris, which was standing erect and practically begging for attention, so he softly replied, “Why should I show it to you, you act as if sucking me off would be doing me a favor, when that’s what you really want in the first place!!!” “You bastard,” she spat, “you always keep me on the edge for as long as you can, can’t you just for once let me have it without having to beg for it!?!?” He stared at her pretty face for a moment or two and then with a shake of his head replied, “No, I can’t!!!
This give and take went on for another ten minutes until he was sure she couldn’t take anymore, and then he offered, “Come on, Lilly, out of the tub and you can have my pecker to suck on, okay!?!” Grabbing her by the arm, he carefully helped her to her feet, where upon seeing his cock, she practically leaped out of the tub, and taking it directly into her warm mouth while furiously frigging her hot wet clit with her own finger!!! Lilly had the body of a swimmer, long and lean with small upturned breasts and a tight hard bottom that almost begged to be spanked!!! “Baby,” he asked quietly, “after I shoot it into your mouth, I’m going to take you over my knee and spank your cute little ass, what do you think about that!?!” What she thought about it was evident without her even answering him, her mouth went into overdrive, and soon he was spurting a hot load of spunk deep into her waiting mouth, which of course triggered her own orgasm as her whole body shook as it was wracked by wave after wave of intense pleasure!!!
She was about to collapse to the floor when he caught her by the arm and led her into the bedroom where he sat down and laid her gently over his lap with her still damp ass in the air!!! He loved her ass more that anything about her, cuz it was hard and soft all at the same time, and although it was something he never really could figure out, he never tired from trying!!! Mmmmmmm, baby,” he sighed while softly caressing her two firm cheeks, “you have the cutest, tightest ass I’ve ever seen, and I never get tired of doing this,” while out of the blue he raised his hand and brought it down with a resounding whack against the quivering flesh!!! ” Owweeeeee,” she moaned loudly as he began his rhythmic stroking, “t-that hurts so good, oh god it hurts, but don’t stop, please don’t stop!!!” Her bottom quickly turned a bright shade of red as he continued to assault the pliable skin that quivered with each stroke, which in turn caused big tears to roll down her cheeks as the pain intensified!!! Again he started playing word games when he asked, “What hurts more, when I tan your pretty little ass, or when your lungs and muscles are burning up in the final stages of the 5K race!?!” “I-I don’t know,” she stammered “it’s a different kind of pain!!!” “Hhhmmmm, that’s funny,” he replied, “I always thought pain was pain, explain the difference to me, will you please!!!”
“It just is,” she gasped, “they both hurt, but differently!!!” “You already told me that,” he replied softly as he continued stroking, “but what is the real difference, come on now, you can tell me!?!” “W-when I’m running,” she stammered, “it just hurts, but when you’re spanking me, I can feel it in my, you know what I mean!?!” “Uh, no, I don’t know,” he replied innocently, “you’ll have to be more specific!!!” Now beginning to puff and breath shallowly, she barely replied, “In my pussy, you asshole, I can feel it in my pussy when you’re spanking me!!!” “Oh, really,” he answered back, “like can you feel it right now!?!” “Jesus, yes,” she shrieked, “just touch it, once, I’m fucking dripping!!!” “Why should I,” he replied, “you already came in the bathroom, you don’t really need to do it again do you!?!” “I’ve always know it,” she said with a groan, “you really are a fucking sadist, you know how I am and you still torture me, I can’t fucking stand it, I’m gonna go crazy!!!”
He knew it was time now, and with one powerful motion, he took her by the waist, threw her face down on the bed, and quickly mounted her from the rear and took like a wild animal, hard and fast, making her scream in ecstasy as he viciously fucked her until they both were rocked by simultaneous climaxes that left them both completely spent, with him lying on top of her as they both tried to recover from one of the truly most draining orgasms of their lives!!!
He finally found the strength to rollover on his back and say, “It’s a good thing we’re both in training, or I think that last one might have killed us, and by the way, do you still think I’m a sadist!?!” She leaned over and kissed him softly on the mouth and replied, “Just a good one, just a good one!!!”

Hot Story

Administrator — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 08:38:02 +0000

A few years ago, I lived in a luxury apartment complex. Across the

hall was a great guy by the name of John. John was a very well liked

guy around town, owned his own business, was attractive, dated several

nights a week, and enjoyed most sports. We met while golfing at

the complex’s course. He had a great knack for making everyone feel

comfortable and ready for fun. A party seemed to follow him where

ever he went. We became great, close friends–threw many parties

for the complex between our suites, golfed, sailed and worked out

together. We “doubled” often and Jon always had a great looking

date. I noticed he never seem to click with anyone for any length

of time, but there was never a lack of company for him. I liked

him immensely. He was a wild little guy, about 5′6″ tall, but very

well built and confident. He was also a real practical joker and,

if some stunt of his was too much for me, I’d fall back on my college

football days and call him a fucking tackling dummy, and try to toss

him down. It was never easy to get the best of little John physically.

On his thirtieth birthday, I had a surprise party for him. We threw

it at my place, and I told all the guests to bring cheap halloween

wigs and gag gifts. The one thing John was sensitive about was his

thinning hair. You can imagine the laughs we all had watching him

open the gifts and trying each one of them on. He got right into

the spirit of things and even had us trying them on. But he promised

me he’d get me when I least expected it.

Weeks later, I came home late from an exhausting day, fixed

a sandwich and plopped into bed to tune out in front of the Television.

Except for the light from the set, my room was dark. After an hour

or so, I got pretty lonely and started feeling myself. I was getting

aroused, so I rolled over and began grinding my hips into the mattress.

The friction of the sheets as I rubbed my swollen cockhead against

them and the pressure of my hard-on against the mattress and my

stomach felt fabulous. I was luxuriating in the ecstasy of bringing

myself off.

Suddenly the whole bed seemed to erupt beneath me, lifting me

up and flinging me off onto the floor. I instantly thought of an

earthquake, but the rest of the room was still. I jumped up and

looked at the bed. There was that little shit John under the bed,

the mattress pushed half off by his legs as he lay laughing at me

on his back. he was howling, and I did a quick take on how he must

have slipped into my apartment, crawled uder the bed, and waiting

for just the right moment to knock me off. Then I realized I was

standing in front of him with nothing on and more than half hard.

Embarassed, I scream “You fucking dummy”, and yanked him to his

feet. He broke loose and ran for the door. A flying tackly broguht

him down and we wrestled around the room until I finally pinned him

down. It was wild and spontaneous, and lying on top of him naked,

embarassed at being surprised with a hard-on, really turned me on.

John was still laughing. Because I had gotten so hard as we struggled,

I felt self-conscious about letting him up. We lay there chuckling

and trying to catch our breaths. I could feel his heavy breathing

as his chest heaved against my own. With me hard against him I was

sure he would notice in a second that I wasn;t just still hot from

humping my bed. So I tried to get up, but John saw how rigid I was

and started laughing again. I did too. We fell back together, laughing

into each other’s shoulder about my predicament.

His hands came up and caressed me at the bottom of my spine, and

I half-jokingly mimicked a passionate grind against his thighs.

He rubbed both hands over the back of my ass and really seemed to

be getting turned on. A nervous chuckle started in my throat, but

I swallowed it in a gulp. My cock throbbed against him, and he whispered

in my ear “Got you Dave.”

I could feel his cock grow hard beneath his pants, and I gulped

again. The blood was pounding in my neck and I imagined he must

have been able to hear it. I tried to pull away again and drew my

knees up, but that pushed my dick across his growing hard-on, and

my stomach muscles began to quiver. It was an electric moment.

The John responded–his hands slipped caressingly over my then taut

ass muscles and he pulled me harder against him by the back of my

thighs. He raised his hips at the same time to rub the hard ridge
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Hot Lunch story

Administrator — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:12:03 +0000

I live in what you might call a semi-suburban area. It is pretty well

built up with various subdivisions, but it is unincorporated. That

means we are beyond the reach of a city sewer system, so we have to

depend on a septic tank to dispose of solid waste. These can be a real

pain in the ass, especially when you have to dig up and replace 20

feet of crushed 6-inch PVC pipe from the house to the tank in the

middle of a wet early winter day as I did about six years ago.

The thing about a septic tank is that every 6-7 years they fill up,

and when they get full, you have to call a professional, who comes out

with a big tank truck and sucks out all the accumulated shit. This

happened at our house two summers ago. All of the toilets backed up;

we had shitty water everywhere, and, well, you get the picture. So I

called the necessary people, and the company said they would send a

man out the next day.

Now I work out of my home, while my wife works in town, so being home

to meet the tank truck operator was no big deal. I expected some fat,

toothless redneck or a big, beefy black guy to show up, but what I

got, right around lunchtime, was a slight, pleasant young man of about

30. He was about 5-7 with curly blond hair and rimless glasses, who

looked like he’d be more at home teaching a college class than lugging

heavyweight hose and sucking up shit for a living. The truth is, this

guy was gorgeous, and when he peeled off his t-shirt to get to the

task at hand, I couldn’t help myself. My stomach and my cock started

churning.

I should say at this point that I am not gay. I have little use for

gays or for the gay lifestyle, although I’ve have and have had friends

of both genders who are/were gay, and I respect their right to live

their lives any way they choose.

Paradoxically, however, one of my hottest fantasies for a long time

has been to have sex with a man, to suck a dick and have a cock

fucking my ass. I discovered during my college days many years ago the

effect anal penetration can have on the sexual experience, and I’ve

been hooked ever since. Believe me, don’t knock it until you’ve tried

it.

Keep in mind, I’m not interested in a gay relationship, per se; in

fact, in my fantasies, these men are nameless and faceless. They

materialize out of thin air, with disembodied dicks that fuck me, suck

me, cum in me and on me, then disappear. By the way, my wife of some

20 years knows about these fantasies and we often use them to enhance

what is still a pretty active sex life, considering our hectic family

and work lives.

Speaking of sex, I happened at that moment to be incredibly horny. The

good wife and I hadn’t had sex in over a week. She’d been on her

period, and had also been working extremely hard on a major project,

so she’d been too pooped to putter. So I’d been sitting at the

computer that hot morning surfing the Net for porn, and was

contemplating a rousing stroke session when the septic tank guy showed

up, considerably earlier than I expected.

Like I said, I’ve never been particularly attracted to men, but I was

definitely attracted to this guy, whose name was Greg, and it wasn’t

just the fact that I hadn’t gotten laid in over a week. I wasn’t sure

what, if anything, would happen, but I decided right then that the

time would never be better than that moment to make my gay sex fantasy

come to life.

So I walked out into the back yard to chat. I was dressed in a pair of

baggy gym shorts, no underwear, and a loose-fitting tank top. I’m in

my mid-40s, and while my hair has gone mostly gray, I still have all

of it, and people tell me I look much younger than I am. I’m not a

fitness freak, but I keep myself in decent shape. I watch what I eat

and try to walk a couple of miles two or three times a week. Greg, on

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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The next spunk he sucked so devotedly out of me was Brian’s, his own boss’s, the

very bank official who had first sent him here. It happened the first day after

Jim’s total makeover, when without being fully aware of it Jim had committed to

dressing and looking like a woman for good, the first day after his three-week

full-time crash course in femininity had gotten under way. I thought of telling

Jim this to mortify him, that he was sucking his boss’s cock at one remove, but I

couldn’t violate client confidentiality. Then I realized that with Brian’s

cooperation I could convert Jim completely and irreversibly by the end of the

three weeks available. So why shouldn’t he suck his boss’s cock directly, and

enjoy it? Many women do. No news there!

I mentioned to Brian that I had this curious transsexual client, a man he had

recommended to me who now thought he was really a woman and who thinks semen on a

cock tastes like melted ice cream. Brian immediately recognized that it was Jim,

as I’d intended, and immediately asked for an introduction to this “lady” who

felt so impelled to suck cock. He’d wondered what was happening with Jim

because, as he said, Jim’s perfume and make-up had been duly noticed by everyone.

In fact he’d become something of an embarrassment, fixing his face daily,

arranging his hair like a woman’s even while he pretended to be a man, so he’d

been reassigned to a back office.

I asked Brian straight out, would he let Jim suck his cock. He was amused by the

idea. He quipped that many employees seem willing in order to secure

professional advancement, but even so, he’d have trouble letting a man come near

his prick. He thought a bit longer. A man who looked and acted like a woman

might be another matter. And a man who was already so much a woman he could

never again become a man, why, he’d enjoy being serviced by that kind of woman.

Especially — and he looked at me — especially if there were no charge for the

service. Was I sure that Jim’s conversion was now irreversible?

I told him that in another week or two it would be, that with his help there

could be no going back for Jim ever. What he had to do was quite simple — audit

Jim’s books at the bank. But in absolute secrecy, and to do absolutely nothing

about whatever he found.

Brian looked quite serious when I said this, and was about to refuse. But I

added quickly that any irregularities in Jim’s accounts would be set straight

together with whatever interest was required to convert missing funds into

“loans.” That I personally guaranteed whatever the sums, as long as they

remained confidential. That no one need ever know about them, nor about the

slack supervisorial hand that had allowed them even when the employee began

acting peculiarly unconventional. That not even Brian’s wife needed to know that

he had been tipped off to the embezzlement, if any, by a woman who regularly

gratifies his need to be whipped. I now looked back at Brian equally seriously.

He grinned, and explained that when money has been mismanaged or embezzled, most

businesses prefer getting it all back quietly to pressing charges against the

embezzler and perhaps thereby giving other employees ideas of their own, and

meanwhile needlessly distressing stockholders. Of course the malefactor had to

disappear and never reappear again, or Brian would be obliged to order his

arrest. I nodded and agreed. Jim would disappear.

I then told Bryan that just as banks give depositors gifts of radios or toasters,

he would receive a bonus — no charge for his first few deposits into Jim’s

mouth, and afterward the two of them would be free to make their own

arrangements. Brian might never have to pay for oral sex again. Brian smiled.

“I wonder why you’re so generous,” he commented. Brian was no fool.

The next day, while Jim was slurping away at my pussy and drinking up who knows

who’s cum, and while I was moaning, my mind delightedly dancing through fields of

fragrant flowers, I told Jim I had a arranged a special surprise for his next

appointment. I told him it would change his life. I told him to try to look as

beautiful as he could when he appeared, as feminine as possible. I told him to

ask his wife to help him look seductive.

That night he laid on the bed a choice, a beautiful, black sequinned,

figure-clinging cocktail dress, very classy, and a really racy, silver-threaded,

mini-slut dress. Then he tried to find the courage to broach the subject with

me. I knew he’d be nervous, so I laced his pre-dinner cocktail with fresh

tranquillizers instead of relying as usual on whatever effects were left from his
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Gas Station at Two AM

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John had driven the route almost bimonthly since the

move to LA. And each time, he stopped in some city to

gas up….for some reason Gilroy seemed to be that

place.

And each time it was late … John planned it that way

so he could speed a bit faster then he could during the

day. Too, at night it was usually cooler. But that one

night it was muggy, hot and generally uncomfortable.

He found a gas station open a few blocks off the free-

way — he did that because he planned to cool off

afterwards, sitting on some bench near the water.

The place had a few lights on, but as he drove up, most

were turned off. He was pissed, figuring the place was

closed.

Then a lone figure walked towards the pumps. The figure

wore a dark blue or black jumpsuit. And it was opened

almost the full length of the man’s body. Needless to

say, John was intrigued and beginning to be excited.

As the attendant got closer, John saw his face,

streaked with grease was rather boyish, clean cut

looking. He was probably in high school or in college,

John thought.

“Closing up already?”

The guy smiled back “trying too, but it’s so hot, I’m

just moving real slow.” The guy bent over … letting

his opened jumpsuit open further. John realized the

kid was naked under the outfit, he could see the boy’s

belly hair and tried to see down further, but it was

too dark.

“You look like you’re trying to cool off.” John said

honestly.

“Ooh sorry … it just gets so hot.” the boy stood up

and pulled his suit closed.

“No problem….you got a great body.” John said.

He smiled and said thanks and proceeded to pump the

gas … even though John was at a self-service island.

John got out of the car and stretched. his white shirt

was opened from the heat and he let the night air, such

that it was, brush across him. “You’re in decent shape

too,” the attendant said looking up from the pump. He

had let his jumpsuit open as he bent over.

However, this time he didn’t bother to pull it closed

as he chatted.

The boy slept in a room behind the station. “Don’t say

anything … it’s not legal I guess, but I got it in

exchange for working this shift.”

John’s crotch was bulging … he wanted to reach inside

the boys jumpsuit and explore the kids body, cup his

balls, probe his butt, tweak his nipples and kiss his

neck.

“What time DO you close?” John said pulling his shirt

completely off and tossing it into the car.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Fore Anyone

Administrator — Tue, 25 Dec 2007 09:01:03 +0000

The starter told me, when I checked in, that I would be playing with a

new member, this morning. He told me his name was Jenkins, Sam and he

would meet me on the first tee. I nodded and went into the clubhouse

to change. I noticed a man in the locker room that I had never seen

before but didnât pay too much attention to him as I tied my shoes and

headed out to the practice area. After warming up, I picked up my bag

and with about 5 minutes to spare, arrived on the first tee. The man

that I had seen in the locker room was already there and came over and

introduced himself.

ãHi, Iâm Sam Jenkins,ä he said, extending his hand. I took it and

introduced myself. ãBeautiful day for golf, isnât it,ä he continued.

ãThis is my first time playing here and I hope youâll give me some

help in managing the course.ä ãThere are some tricky areas,ä I said.

ãIâll let you know about them when we get to them.ä

We teed off and headed down the first fairway. We talked as we walked

to our balls to hit our second shots. He was new in town and had just

joined the club, mainly for business reasons but also because he loved

the game and played it whenever he could. By the fifth hole, I pretty

well knew his whole life story as he didnât stop talking between

shots. I was getting a little upset as his continuous chatter and by

the ninth hole, I was ready to pack it in. As we waited on the tenth

tee for the group ahead of us to get out of range, Sam turned to me

and offered me a challenge.

He looked around to see if anyone could hear him and then, because we

were standing off to the side of the tee, he seemed satisfied that no

one would hear him. Still in almost a whisper, he said, ãSince it

looks like weâre fairly evenly matched, how about a wager for the back

nine?ä I looked at him and thought, Iâd get my chance to maybe stifle

his chatter, once and for all. ãSure, what did you have in mind?ä I

asked. ãWell,ä he started, quickly looking around again, ãHow about if

we play suck your cock?ä

I had played golf for many years and had never heard of this game.

ãHow does that one go?ä I asked him hesitantly. ãItâs easy,â he said.

ãWe play for each otherâs cock. If you beat me by more than two holes,

I have to suck your cock. If I beat you by the same margin, then you

have to suck mine. If itâs three holes of more, the winner gets to

fuck the other.ä

I was taken back by this but I also had a feeling in my groin that I

hadnât had for a while. My cock started to rise and when he looked at

me, waiting for my answer, he looked down at my crotch. ãYou donât

have to say a thing,ä he said. ãI can see that youâre ready.ä I must

have blushed as he laughed a little and gave my arm a quick squeeze.

ãOk, letâs play,ä he said, heading for the tee. I watched him tee off

and then it was my turn. I hit a terrible shot and he laughed again.

ãThis should be an interesting nine,â he said, after watching my ball

disappear into the trees.

I lost the first hole but won the next two. I noticed his chatter had

stopped and he was really focusing on his game as the holes went by.

By the 18th, I was two down to him and I didnât want to lose the

third. I needed to win the last hole and I concentrated on hitting

what I thought were good shots. It was to no avail as I lost the final

hole and as we were walking back to the locker room, he asked me,

ãWhen would you like to get together?ä My head was spinning and I

didnât really know what I wanted to do. ãMaybe later in the week,ä I

answered.

ãOk, hereâs my number,ä he said as he handed me his business card.

ãCall me and let me know when you want to meet.ä I just nodded and

quickly changed and left the club. My mind was spinning as I drove

home. I was wondering if I could go through with it or not. The more I

thought about it, the more I convinced myself that I would, so a few

days later I called Sam. ãHey Sam, its Dean. How are you doing?ä ãGood

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Starring role

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Starring role
By: ISS
She was small, and somehow childlike even though her eyes were wise
and her gait determined. A casual observer would notice the grace in her
step, and admire the resoluteness in the pose of her head; she seemed to be
searching for something, but gave the impression its find would be unexpected.
Like a sleepwalker, perhaps, or just a solemn little girl playing hide-and-
seek with an imaginary friend.
Soft, shimmering folds of cloth fell in a swirl from her almost
too-high Imperial neckline. She was long-limbed but short-waisted and favored
this style for its complementary treatment of this imperfection. Her grey
eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the glossy surface of the
domed metal corridor, and her pensive look spoke volumes on her self-esteem.
Her lips were next to widen as a tall figure moved into view directly behind
her.
“Oh, sir, I hadn’t expected to see you…you startled me.” she
lilted delicately in a surprisingly mature tone.
“I can see that.” smiled the older, silver-haired man whom she turned
to face. “I’d been told you were looking for me, so I decided to shorten your
trip. Would you prefer the lounge, or is my office more suited to the
matter?”
“The lounge would be alright, I suppose. It’s nothing of any real
urgency, but I thought you might like to hear this from me, first; it is my
assignment, after all.” she smiled in return.
“Cut! Okay, we’ve been here long enough for tonight, and that’s a
wrap for this scene. We’ll pick up at 9 am with the reshoot of scene 2 –
that footage doesn’t look as good as it could. Remember, everybody, plenty
of sleep and be ready for another full day of shooting tomorrow. We’re
doing good and we’re staying on schedule, let’s keep it up!” The director
stood as he said this and the crew began breaking up the equipment. The
actors gathered belongings, hoping to change in their trailors and have
enough time to beat the late traffic; the two on stage allowed their
characters to leave them, slowly.
“Amelia, you’re doing a wonderful job. It’s amazing to me that you’ve
never filmed before! Stage actors are rarely this poised when it comes to
making movies.”
“Yes, well, it’s new but it’s fun. I’ve been told I’m a natural,”
she replied with the nonchalance of someone who’s not sure she’s really been
paid a compliment, “but I think it’s just luck: good luck to have my founder-
ing ego boosted by some of the best actors in the business.”
Shedding his role like a lazy chameleon, Patrick resumed his natural
British accent; a reversal, of sorts, as she regained the oddly-inflected,
strangely neutral “American” accent of her own. “I think your ego is a
healthy one, no worries there.” he chuckled. “Would you like to go into town
and have dinner this evening? I’m absolutely cringing at the thought of
another repast in my cabin, and I’d enjoy the company.”
“Sleeping was my only other option tonight, someone borrowed my cards
and I can’t play solitaire without them, so, why not?” Her mischievous grin
was infectious, and the two of them laughed as they parted to their respective
trailors.
Escaping the gown was a monumental achievement, its stays and pins
being reminiscent of a straitjacket; Amelia was almost afronted at being
forced to hide her perfectly good, natural figure within its confines. Oh,
well, it was her chosen occupation and this was one of its hazards. She
smiled again, and blushed…Patrick Harrison, for all his status as an
*actor*, on stage and off, was proving a delightful new friend. He was still
the dashing, impeccably-attired, prematurely-greying hero whose exploits
shaped her life; he had, of course, grown into his grey a bit and he’d look
equally impeccable in a tuxedo or faded denims. Now, here she was, in what
was being touted as the hottest movie of the season in a year studded with
spectacular releases; the leading female role opposite the man she’d fallen
in love with when she was a little girl. A sci-fi flick, at that! The
ultra-futuristic sets made her marvel, even though they were just mock-ups.
Well, with all the praise she was receiving, as well as the prompting and
approval of others in the field whose names had been household words for
years made her feel more at-ease with her success. She rushed at the last
minute, mindful of Patrick’s waiting and aware that her own unbidden fears
of making a fool of herself in such glamorous company could prey too heavily
on her mind to allow sleep if she let it get too great an advantage.
“Oh, there you are. You surprise me, Amelia, most women take their
time and make a man’s stomach go through horrible agonies waiting for their
suppers. I approve.”
That, spoken with such a serious face, caused Amelia to break out in
giggles. He Patrick was, if nothing else, a very entertaining and diverting
fellow. If he hadn’t been there she honestly believed the “magic” would have
been missing from the film completely. Such spontaneity put her at her ease
immediately, and he seemed genuinely to like her.
Patrick cocked his head, then cocked his left eyebrow, returned her
smile and gestured to the door. They left quickly, eager to be rid of the
site for awhile and anticipating “real food” at an unspecified restaurant in
the town below.
“…and then we switched places, and soon everyone in the chorus was
playing `musical chairs’!” laughed Patrick. Reminiscing was pleasant with
Amelia; she seemed to enjoy his discourse, and found amusing those exploits
he’d all but forgotten. At forty-three he was still in his prime, but he’d
started so young that many of his memories of the stage were more than twenty-
five years in the past. She was a novice, just starting out in her first
large part and showing tremendous promise — he was happy to be a part of this
experience for her, and knew she depended on him a great deal. She was per-
haps twenty-four or -five, but commanded much dignity for one so young. She’d
go far…
Amelia laughed with childish eagerness, amazed to hear some of the
finer points of the behind-stage antics of what were some of her favorite
productions. She was dressed in a light, summery dress that grazed her
shoulders and allowed her freedom of movement, weary of the tightly clinging
garments she wore for the better part of each day of filming. She leaned
toward him in a gesture of innocence and trust, delineating even more the
small space between them. They’d almost finished their meal, a pasta made
sweet with basil and herbs and accompanied by a chickory salad and a good
white wine. The waiters brought extra tidbits throughout the evening to
Amelia, who jokingly passed them along to Patrick. They both declined a
sweet, looking forward to a coffee in the quiet of the trailers later.
“Shall we go now, before these Lotharios decide to tag along behind
you?” he quipped. It was getting late and they did have to be ready for
makeup at 6 o’clock in the morning.
“Hmm…I suppose we should. It’s a shame to have to stop our talk
here, though. I’ve been learning a lot from you, Patrick, and I appreciate
the fact that you’re here when I need you. I’d like the opportunity to get
to know you better, I think we have the potential to become good friends.
Maybe you can even be my mentor.” she teased.
“Or, perhaps, your Svengali. I’ve always fancied myself a psycho-
logical Frankenstein…” mused Patrick.
The drive back was uneventful and decidedly too short. The night
was perfect for a long walk, but they didn’t have the time to call their own.
“Would you like to have a nightcap? I really don’t want to end the
evening right now. I have a good recipe for Irish coffee…” Amelia offered.
“Alright, but we’d best part company soon. We are creatures of our
contracts, you know.”
“It doesn’t take that long to make coffee, and I’m sure you’ll make
short work of the drink…you did with everything else tonight! How you can
eat calamari I’ll never know!”
“I like squid.” was his typical reply.
“You know, I’ve been a fan of yours for a long time; I can hardly
believe I’m actually working with you on a movie!” breathed Amelia, with
something akin to wonder. Her coffee was long since gone, and Patrick was
having his third. The surrealism of the past weeks’ events, coupled with
the alcohol which always made her introspective, produced a quality of
vulnerability in her expression. She leaned against Patrick as naturally
as though it were a lifelong habit, and his arms encircled her gently.
“Have you?” he whispered. It was an unusual friendship they shared,
founded on mutual respect and admiration. They had come to know each other
very well in a short period of time, and he brooded on the fact that he may
have allowed himself to become too close. She was everything he’d ever
imagined she’d be in their shared art, and would grow even more than she
already had, given the chance. And he didn’t feel the least constrained,
wasn’t bored by her chatter and didn’t dread her company as he did with most
of his leads. Amelia was, in his estimation, the epitome of the ideal
companion.
“Patrick? What’s the matter?” she asked. He stiffened a bit, a
little annoyed she sensed his moods so easily. He’d never before been an
easy cipher.
“Nothing, I’m just thinking.” He relaxed, and chided himself. It
was a lucky man who could win the concern of a woman like Amelia. “I’ve
been reflecting on how quickly we’ve gone through the traditional getting-to-
know-you phase of this relationship. It’s uncanny how easy it is for you to
read me.”
“Oh.” Grey eyes gazed out into the dim room. Then a warm body
pressed into his, and the kitten-soft lashes framing those glorious eyes
brushed his cheek. Their fluttering, and the light, shallow breath pulsing
against his throat made Patrick Harrison, a normally deliberate and con-
scientious man, renowned the world over for his ability to bring strength
to any production whose presence he graced, miss his cue for the first time
in his life; only when Amelia half-smiled, and pulled his mouth to hers, did
he realize he’d stopped breathing.
They kissed exquisitely, cherishing the contours of each others’
lips, and teeth, and tongues. Exhaling rapidly into her mouth, Patrick
almost stopped cold at the feelings she elicited in him. It was a shock to
experience such joy, and tenderness, and passion… he had been blase about
the whole issue of sex after the tumultuous three years or so following his
awkward first fumblings with a girl he’d thought he loved. Now, this sweet
creature had reawakened emotions he’d believed long-dead. He moaned against
her cheek, raining kisses along her eyelids and nose. Amelia nuzzled his
jaw, amazed at her own, intense desires. She didn’t know what she should
do, though, not being sure what Patrick would like; he wasn’t exactly a
schoolboy, he was decidedly a man who knew his own mind. Her own mind was
refusing to respond, anyway, her pleasure sensors taking over…she
abandoned reason and gave in to more primal instincts.
Amelia felt large, warm hands caressing her back. Patrick pulled
her with him as he reclined, and held her on top of him. She was writhing
sensuously against him, and teasing his throat with light nips and occasional
flicks of her tongue; he responded in kind, tracing her jaw from her chin to
her ear and sucking the lobe. Her breathing quickened perceptibly and she
ground her hips against his. She was driving the hardening, thickening length
of his penis against her swelling mound, rubbing up and down and making her
moves more precise and deliberate. Patrick, in answer, pulled the skirt of
her dress up over her thigh and began kneading her tender flesh. His penis
was so full now he felt as though he’d explode.
“Amelia, help me. Lift up so I can pull this damned dress off you!”
he whispered. His vocal cords would have been useless for anything else.
Amelia got up abruptly, lifting her dress up in one swift movement.
Her breasts were small, but high and firm and she had no need for a bra. Her
panties were tiny scraps of white cotton held together with lace, a tiny
curtain for the triangle of curly blonde hair trying to peep through. Her
eyes lowering suddenly, she blushed; it served to make her look even more
enticing, and shifted subtly the tint in her small, pink nipples. Then, with
a determined look, she reached down to Patrick’s shirt and started to
unbutton it.
Her hair fell in honeyed waves as she leaned forward, and Patrick
caught a handful and kissed it swiftly. He could barely keep his hands off
her, but he wanted to let her make all the moves. She reached in as his shirt
was half undone and ran her hands lightly over his chest and across his
nipples. She rolled her thumbs and forefingers around them gently, and gave
slight, insistent pulls until they were so erect they ached; he finished
taking off his shirt and pulled her head softly to his chest. Amelia touched
the tip of her tongue briefly to each nipple, then circled first one, then
the other before fastening on them. She allowed one hand to drift down over
the bulge she’d thrilled to earlier, to massage its length and to caress it.
Her other hand occupied itself with Patrick’s other nipple, his entire body
now sensitive to her every move.
Amelia worked her fingers underneath his waistband, teasing him. He
unzipped his slacks and pushed her away enough for him to slide them halfway
off. She rose, and pulled him by his hands; he stepped out of the pants and
positioned his thumbs inside the waist of his briefs, but she caught his
hands and pulled them away. She knelt before him and pulled down, slowly, on
the undergarment until his penis was in full view. Amelia smiled, and hugged
his thighs; then she placed her tongue on the base of his penis and began
stroking him up and down, sucking with her lips at the base of the glans and
lowering her mouth over the whole organ. Patrick wove his hands into her
hair, and held her, and thrusted into her throat whenever she covered him.
She was soft and gentle and yielding and she was doing the most incredible
things to him with those luscious lips!
With growing intensity she sucked every inch of him, wrapping her
tongue around him and massaging his tightly clenched buttocks. She had him
at her mercy, she knew; she was also aware, for the first time, that she was
the one who’d initiated contact to begin with. It was with some amazement
that she realized he was shaking and whispering her name…
“Patrick? Are you alright?” she queried with a bemused smile.
“Dear God, Amelia, you don’t know what you’ve done to me! I’m an old
man, remember? I don’t think I can move.” he breathed as he collapsed onto
the couch. Amelia leaned forward and kissed him lightly.
“Would you like to try to get as far as the bedroom? Once there you
won’t have to do *too* much.”
With that promise in mind Patrick found the strength necessary to
follow right behind her.
“Here, isn’t this better?” She held out her hands to him and pulled
him down beside her. He quickly pinned her to the bed and began kissing
her hair, her eyes, her nose, her mouth; making her gasp aloud as his lips
and tongue traveled down her throat and lit on her breasts. He circled
the dark pink aureoles, one after the other, lavishing his tongue over each
nipple and teasing them until they stood tautly away from her breasts.
Patrick was the one to take note, this time, of the effect his efforts were
having — Amelia’s mouth was drawn into a small “o” and her eyes were tightly
closed. Her skin was incredibly smooth, he thought, scented of baby powder
and glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration.
Amelia’s eyes flew open as her back arched involuntarily, thrusting
her hips out and opening herself to Patrick’s exploring tongue. She wasn’t
expecting such a sudden change in his attentions, and this unpreparedness
compounded the searing heat in her loins. His fingers penetrated the soft
folds of her labia, searching for and spreading her natural lubrication. The
tip of his tongue buried itself just above her clitoris and, having found the
rapidly swelling organ, began circling it. His lips teased as well, sucking
gently then kissing the little button of deep-pink flesh until it was nearly
double its original size. Patrick balanced much of his weight on his elbows,
which were atop Amelia’s thighs, to keep her from bucking and finishing this
game too soon…there were many more tricks to teach her before allowing her
to reach her climax.
“Patrick…more, please, more…can’t take much more of this!” she
begged. Her whole body seemed numb, all her senses centred on the remarkable
feelings his tongue and fingers were eliciting. He slipped his tongue into
her vagina, savoring the sweetness that was almost overpowering. He could
feel her muscles contract in an involuntary effort to drag his face even
closer than he already was, and knew it was time to give her what she (and
he) both wanted.
Patrick pulled himself to his knees and gazed into the fevered eyes
and flushed face of the beautiful girl who had become a part of his life in
an incredibly short time. She sincerely liked him, he could tell…and he
liked her *very* much. The emotional always enhanced the physical…
“Please, don’t stop now, I need you, Patrick! I want you to make love
to me.” Her simple plea was a ragged whisper, and her hips twitched in
anticipation of his next move. He grasped them and lifted them and positioned
the tip of his penis at the glistening entrance of her vagina. With infinite
slowness, and great care to prevent her hips from moving, he penetrated her
completely. Her creamy folds engulfed his length, and he could see her now-
protruding clitoris quiver in hopes of direct stimulation. Patrick massaged
her buttocks firmly and tightly, and began to grind himself into her; he
withdrew reluctantly, then pulled her to him as he thrust. He felt her legs
encircle him and draw him closer, but he retained his control and refused to
put down her hips. Her vagina was tight, but her natural secretions made it
wet and inviting.
He placed one hand under the small of her back and brought the other
around front. Her quiet moans crescendoed as he used his thumb to rub her
clitoris, and he felt her body shake. Amelia pulled herself forward and
grabbed Patrick’s head, drawing him to her waiting, open mouth. He moved
slowly downward, releasing her lower body and hugging her to him as he reached
for her kiss; as their lips met he began thrusting methodically and deliber-
ately, increasing his tempo quickly. Their pelvises ground together and their
legs entwined and, after that well-timed kiss, their eyes remained locked.
The intensity of their rythmic coupling made them lose track of time.
Amelia felt the first tiny quivers of orgasm building and tightened her hold
on Patrick’s back. He followed her pace, allowing himself to loosen his
restraint and begin his own climb towards release. Waves of excitement and
sexual heat rippled through her spine and focused on her vagina as his penis
stroked her insides faster and faster: her clitoris seemed to reach out to
him and was rewarded with a throbbing assault by his pelvic bones. His
testicles slapped against her with every thrust, and the backs of her thighs
and her buttocks were brushed and tickled by his thick nest of pubic hair.
Breathing heavily, and hearing his blood scream in his ears, Patrick
forced himself to hold back until he felt her vagina constrict against him,
proof of her own orgasm. It was vitally important to him to make this good
for Amelia, and watching the look on her face as she climaxed would enhance
his own enjoyment. She was caught up in the incredibly fast pace of their
lovemaking, and was thrusting back as strongly and eagerly as he. The
seeming innocence in her eyes created the strangest sensation of longing in
him, made him want to hold her forever and satisfy her every desire; that
last he could do, obviously — he grinned, then grimaced as a spark of
urgency spurred him on to even more furious lunges.
“Pat, I’m cumming…I’m cumming!” shrieked Amelia, clawing him to her
and locking him between her legs. She bucked and pushed against his back,
driving him even further inside her. His testicles demanded release, and
he drove into her with a shudder.
“Amelia…so good…oh, God, Amelia…” he breathed as he felt his
semen shoot through the tip of his penis and into her quaking vagina. They
lay tangled together until they fell asleep.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Patrick whispered into Amelia’s ear. It
would soon be time to be made up for the morning’s filming and his sixth
sense for time had awoken him on schedule. Her honey-colored hair fanned
across her cheek, and he brushed it away as she opened her eyes. She saw
him and smiled, then stretched and looked for all the world like a sleepy
kitten.
“Hmm…I almost thought last night was just a dream, Patrick. I feel
so *good* this morning!” she purred, “…and hungry.” as an afterthought.
“Well, you should be hungry, after all that exercise.” he teased.
“I never would have believed it would be like this if anyone had told
me…I’d always heard it would be painful.” mused Amelia.
With a start Patrick turned: “You’re not telling me this was your
first time?” The incredulity on his face made her laugh.
“Yes, Patrick, you `deflowered’ me!” quipped she with much amusement.
“Oh, Amelia, I’m sorry — I had no idea, you should have told me -”
“Patrick,” she interrupted, “I wanted you as much as you wanted me. I
still want to be with you, to go out with you, to stay in with you. I like
what you taught me about myself, and I appreciate the fact that you were
gentle even though you didn’t know I’d never done it before. I guess I’ve
just never wanted to before…you’re the only man I’ve ever been this com-
fortable with and I don’t want you to feel guilty about making me feel good!”
With a slow smile Patrick held out his arms and she snuggled against
him eagerly. “I suppose I’m too old-fashioned to take the surrender of your
virginity that lightly. I like you, Amelia, and that could turn into some-
thing more with time. And Heaven knows we have time!”
“You never know…but I’d like to have you teach me about some of the
finer points of lovemaking. I’m sure I can be a good pupil.” she said as she
pulled away and started to rise; “Why don’t we practice again tonight?”

The dream

Administrator — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 08:28:03 +0000

The dream
By: ISS
She awoke at midnight again, the way she had for the past
three nights, the sheets twisted tightly into an umbilical cord
binding her to the sweaty womb of her bed.
She disentangled herself from the tangled topsheet and laid
back, closing her eyes. Immediately the dream from which she had
awakened flashed into her consciousness: the utter darkness and
the sudden, dim, slanting light; the stranger, the man she had
seen and followed; the small anonymous room; the smell, the feel
of him; the awful, all-consuming hunger.
She opened her eyes quickly, sat up and turned on the
nightstand light to dispel the vision. No sense trying for sleep
now, she thought. Why the dream had come, why it affected her,
consumed her like this, she did not know; but for now it would
not leave her.
She lit a cigarette, hoping to concentrate on that and
occupy her mind, dispel the terrible demon that was the dream
with the mundane, the ordinary. She sat back against the
headboard, and without thinking closed her eyes tiredly.
Instantly the dream filled her vision again. A dark
restaurant, club, bar, a place she had never been; a man she did
not know — no, did not *want* to know; the small room,
featureless apart from a bed against one wall, without blankets
or frame or headboard; the feel of him against her, on top of
her; feeling him between her legs, parting them, dividing her
(divide and conquer, a part of her mind thought, unbidden),
opening her….
She started suddenly, looking down. As of its own volition,
her hand was caressing her bare thigh, grasping it, pulling her
leg away from its mate…opening her….
She stubbed out the cigarette and jumped to her feet, her
heart racing, pounding. This is ridiculous, she thought, pacing
the floor. It’s a dream. *Only* a dream. I’m in control; it
only affects me as much as I want it to.
Instantly upon thinking the phrase she stopped her pacing.
The truth penetrated her mind: she *did* want it to affect her,
to consume her. She wanted a reality to match the dream.
NO! she shouted inside herself, sitting on the bed and
massaging her temples. All right, she admitted, your sex life
hasn’t been that good lately: a series of nice guys, really
sweet and kind and considerate and gentle, maybe lacking a
certain fire, but good. So now, just for kicks, you’re going to
go to bed with someone you know nothing about? Going to risk
rape, abuse, VD? My God, risk AIDS? Is that what all of your
rhetoric about male chauvinism, about the myth of machismo and
how sex is sharing, is cooperation, comes to?
She tried to follow the old arguments playing now in her
head, to hold back the dark tide of her dream with a teaspoon of
reality, but it was no use. There was a kind of fire in her now,
a heavy feeling, an electricity that began just behind her navel
and traveled down her thighs, moving up again to nestle between
her legs, to smolder in her womb. It spread upwards as well,
moving along her skin and setting it ablaze, turning her nipples
into pointed rosettes and moving toward her center, until finally
it touched the pit of her heart.
She stood, and moved toward the closet to dress. She told
herself that she had no choice, that the dream was in control of
her. It was easier than admitting that she wanted what the dream
had to offer.
The bar had no name, other than BAR. She stood in front of
its gaudy red neon and its signs proclaiming COORS and MILLER On
Tap. The sole window was heavily curtained, and the door was a
solid wood portal, keeping the world out and its patrons in.
She had asked the taxi to stop here after passing by
countless other places, establishments more well-known and better
furnished than this. Trendy singles bars, dance clubs, places
with live music or canned music or no music at all; a club
downtown catering to orange-spike-haired aficionados of loud
music and full-contact dancing; a bar full of ferns and imported
beer and men and women in expensive sweaters and designer jeans,
each with an edge of desperation in his or her eyes; a club with
a long admittance line, and a muscular, well-groomed man at the
door eyeing each potential entrant, judging their worthiness to
enter.
She had almost stopped here, not doubting that she could
have gotten in, no questions asked. After some thought as to
what to wear, she had settles on a black jersey dress, its light
knit fabric clinging oh-so-gently to her body, briefly hugging
her hips before flowing freely around her legs, gracefully
accenting her shoulders and arms. The open neckline sometimes
slid down a little over one shoulder; she had discovered that the
effect was intensified if she pretended not to notice, and if she
went braless, as she was now. She had also worn black open-toed
shoes, the heels bringing out the shape of her calf, and a purse
of matching black fabric. The look was designed to convey
innocence masking a secret knowledge.
Now, though, she felt the innocence winning out, becoming
uncertainty. She had been vaguely dissatisfied with each bar and
club, running an exorbitant fare crisscrossing the downtown area
looking for a place that felt right. On one traverse of the
city, the driver had taken a shortcut along a little-used street;
and she had spotted the bar, quickly telling the driver to pull
over, paying the fare absent-mindedly, not noticing the driver
pull away.
*Something* about this place had caught her eye.
This is insane, she thought, not for the first time since
leaving her apartment. It’s nearly one A.M. and you’re standing
in front of a bar in God knows what part of town, wearing an
outfit that might as well have a sign on it saying Rape Me, and
you don’t even know *why*, do you? She closed her eyes to think.
As if it had been waiting, growing inside her mind, the
dream came to her, full-force. She felt again the weight of the
stranger on her, felt his hands — not gentle, but not painful,
as though touch was his only sense — and hers as well, touching
him in like manner, kneading him, grasping him, holding his hips
and pulling forward —
Her eyes snapped open, she gasped slightly. Where this
dream had come from, and where its power came from, she did not
know. She knew only that she had to follow, to find out if this
tantalizing vision could possibly be real.
She stepped forward and, her heart pounding, pulled open the
heavy door.
Her first impression was one of silence, and darkness. Even
deserted as it was, the street behind her carried its own noise,
its own rhythms; and the few streetlights and lit windows along
the avenue did cast some light. Inside, though, the bar was much
more dimly lit, catering perhaps to those who do not wish to be
seen, and who prefer the sound of their own thoughts.
The change in lighting, however, threw her off for a moment.
She found herself momentarily blind and deaf, so that for a
moment her only sensation was the rough feel of the door jamb to
which she clung with one hand, and the smooth fabric of her purse
in the other, and the wooden floor beneath her feet; and the
spasm she felt suddenly, the jump in the indescribable hunger in
her. I’m very close, she thought.
As her eyes adjusted, she found, disconcertingly, that the
few patrons of the bar, whom she had been unable to see, had been
staring at her. There was a man in working clothes, who turned
back to his drink uninterestedly; another man, who had not seen
her and was too involved in his own alcoholic world to notice or
care; and a third man, near the back.
It was this third man who captured her attention. He had
jet black hair, slightly wavy, glossy but not enough to have been
styled; just long enough not to be stylish, to be different. He
stood casually, relaxed, the way a cat looks relaxed just before
it pounces. Leather blazer, black or navy pants, it was too dark
to tell. Shoulders — shoulders from ancient Greece or Rome,
from a statue, the shoulders of an athlete or a swimmer, not the
weekend-health-club type she was used to. Hands with slightly
hairy knuckles and long fingers that held his glass, moving as
though caressing it, as though they could not keep still.
She turned away, suddenly aware that she had been staring at
him and trying to forget he had been staring back. She felt a
hot flush rise in her cheeks as she found a stool at the bar.
The bartender came and gave her a bored, questioning look; she
asked for vodka. Nothing fancy, she told herself. One stiff
drink, maybe that will clear this up. Inwardly, she doubted it.
The drink arrived; she half-emptied it in one gulp. The
fluid ran burning down her throat, and she closed her eyes
briefly.
Again the vision came to life, this time ten times more
vivid: her hands on him, pulling him urgently onto her, into
her; the white-hot feeling as he opened her, thrusting to her
core in one swift stroke —
Her eyes snapped open, and the vision faded, mercifully. It
was so much more intense now, so vivid. She shifted
uncomfortably in her seat, aware suddenly that she had made
herself wet. The hunger was growing now, the feeling between her
legs and in the pit of her stomach almost unbearable.
Almost against her will, she turned her head toward where
the man had been sitting, and realized with a start that he was
gone. She stood stunned for a moment, then looked around the
bar, and gasped. He was standing right beside her.
“Hello,” he said. Baritone, slightly scratchy; smoker’s
voice. There was a slight tobacco odor to him, blending with the
scent of a cologne she couldn’t place and an indescribable smell
she could place all too well. She still didn’t know where the
dream had come from, but she knew now that its power had affected
him too.
Wordlessly he reached out and touched her hand, which was
gripping the railing of the bar tightly. His touch was hot,
electric; her hand relaxed instinctively, and a small whimper
escaped her lips. She found herself staring helplessly into his
eyes, his blue-grey eyes that smiled slightly, just as his full
lips did now. His index finger traced along the back of her
hand, leaving an itch behind it, a burning itch that kindled a
fire in her limbs. She had felt weak-kneed passion before, the
kind every schoolgirl feels, but this was different, opposite.
She felt energized by it, restless. Her knees weren’t weak; on
the contrary, it was difficult to keep them still and straight.
She moved her hand so that it was palm-up now, and caressed
his palm with her nails. His eyes clouded ever so slightly,
still fixed on hers as hers were fixed on his, and she knew that
the dream, the terrible vision was not hers alone. She slid off
the barstool and stood, her hand still moving against his, no
longer caressing or tickling but rubbing now, gently,
palm-to-palm.
God, this is insane, she thought. Please let it stop — no,
not stop — just end; please let me find a way to feed this
hunger….
He took a step backwards, and she moved likewise. He turned
then, and walked toward the back of the bar, toward an unmarked,
unremarkable door. The eye contact broken, she stopped, feeling
like a marionette suddenly hung on a hook, without guidance.
Again she felt the uncertainty, the fear — the words Rape,
Abuse, Kidnap flashing through her brain — and then the hunger
flexed again, sending a pulse through her, strong, almost animal.
Without thinking she moved forward, feeling as though she were
floating rather than walking, catching up to him as he held the
door open for her. She entered into another darkness.
The room was almost exactly as she had seen it in the
vision: plain, featureless, only a bed without blankets or
topsheet for furniture, the head against one wall, sitting on the
floor without a frame. Who has a bed in a bar? she thought.
This is ludicrous. The difference between the room in the dream
and this room was that the dream-room had had that sourceless
illumination only a dream can have, while this room was dimly lit
by light leaking through the door jamb at the top. Her eyes
adjusted quickly, after the dimness of the bar.
She turned, and saw him shedding his jacket, not quite
smoothly, as though he too didn’t quite know what to do next.
The dim light streaked across his face, casting deep shadows,
accentuating his cheekbones and his lips. Half-illuminated, he
looked incomplete, a mere shell, as though the surface of him —
his skin, his lips, his hands — was all she knew of, all
she wanted.
She felt adrift now, moved by forces she could not see or
control; and those forces moved her to him now, moved her hands
to his head, to his cheeks. She stroked his skin, held him, bent
her head back as she pulled him to her lips; felt him move
willingly, without protest; and then felt the excruciating touch
of his lips on hers.
The kiss was energizing, electrifying, burning; she felt her
lips part to receive his, the press of his flesh, just the barest
hint of tongue; and suddenly the smoldering in her mind and
between her legs burst into flame, and she wrapped her arms
around his neck, trying to drink him in, to consume him. His
hands slid up her back, and their tongues wrestled; small moans
escaped from both of them. She felt her hips undulating, and
couldn’t stop — didn’t want to stop, she realized. This was the
dream made reality, the spirit made flesh: this man to whom she
had not said one word, possessing her and she him, in an
anonymous room, for no reason other than sensation and pleasure.
He pulled back suddenly, breaking the kiss, and looked at
her. All trace of a smile was gone now from his face, replaced
now by a look of hunger, unmasked now, unconcealed. He put his
hands on her shoulders, gripped the neckline of her dress,
grasped, pulled suddenly apart. The fabric ripped violently, and
she recoiled with a gasp. Her breasts bounced, steadied, their
hard nipples proclaiming her arousal. She stepped backward
toward the bed, and he followed. The backs of her knees touched
the mattress. She reached out for him, and clutching a lapel in
each hand, fell back onto the bed, pulling him onto her.
Their lips met again, hungrily, their tongues seeking each
other. She pushed him away suddenly, still holding his shirt,
and pulled with all her strength. Buttons popped and flew, and
she grasped his shirt lower and finished the task, ripping the
cloth off him. His chest stood bare now, almost hairless, the
muscles well-defined in a way that suggested, not workouts, but
honest use. Briefly she wondered who he was, what he did — but
only briefly; she didn’t know and didn’t want to; this body, and
the force driving it, were all she wanted now.
She ran her hands over his chest as he ripped the remainder
of the fabric off her body. She had debated going out without
panties, and had decided against it; now she regretted the
decision. She wanted to be naked now, to be exposed before this
man, and for him to be exposed to her. She acted on the second
desire, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants quickly,
fumblingly. She felt his legs move, and heard his shoes drop to
the floor as he slipped them off, first one, then the other. She
finished with his pants, and he hurriedly slid them off onto the
floor, along with his briefs.
He was totally naked now, exposed, as she had wanted; and he
was indeed like a statue, like a Greek god, the muscles in his
legs as developed as those in his chest, hips not too narrow,
ample enough for a good grip (a dream-image flashed through her,
of her hands on those hips, pulling him into her), his cock hard,
throbbing now with need.
She put her hands to the waist of her panties to slide them
off, and then, on impulse, pulled instead, ripping them. His
hands joined hers, ripping the remainder of the fabric; she lay
now exposed, the scent of her wafting into his nostrils and his
brain and his mind, as he closed his eyes, the fire no doubt
building in him as it was in her.
She began to slide her shoes off with her toes, but he was
on her suddenly, his lips against hers, then on her neck, as his
hips thrust at her and his cock pushed against her belly, then
slid down, seeking the heat between her legs. She opened her
legs, pulling her thighs open with her hands as she had done in
the dream, as he moved farther down, nestling father into her;
and then he slid forward again, and she bucked her hips in
response, as he entered her, penetrating her to her very core in
one stroke.
She cried out then, the first truly audible sound she’d made
since entering the bar, but her cry was quickly muffled by his
lips. They fought again with their tongues, she trying again to
drink him in, at the same time thrusting her hips to meet his as
she tried to posers him this way also. She bit his neck, pulled
at his hair, ran her nails over his skin; she flicked at his
nipples, as hard as hers now, eliciting a cry from him; he pulled
at her breasts, nibbling, nipping, pinching her nipples; and all
the while they moved, bucked, slammed against each other.
His cock speared her again and again, hard and fast,
reaching some center deep within her that knew nothing but white,
clear pleasure. Her pussy closed around him, hugged him,
clasping him in a grip which knew no surcease, which would never
let him free, not while this intense pleasure could continue.
Her legs spread wide for him, letting him deeper; her feet, still
encased in the shoes, caressed his calves and the backs of his
knees.
Suddenly the center deep within her exploded, a white-hot
burst that stole her breath and her senses, left her falling
endlessly in a world of pleasure. Dimly she was aware of his
motions, and of hers, but she sensed nothing directly, nothing
but the fire which burned her mind to ashes, left her with
nothing but desire, nothing but lust.
She found her breath, and screamed, as the explosion
repeated itself, her pussy throbbing, squeezing the cock within
it now, as she reveled in the sensation. She felt him move
faster now, working toward his own release, and she moved to
help, feeling the fire inside her building once again. She
flicked at his nipples, bit his neck, rocked her hips in time
with his motions, felt herself throb inside as she tried to coax
his pleasure out of him.
He stiffened, and she thrust her hips toward him, impaling
herself deeply; and she felt the first wild, liquid burst, his
entire body shuddering with the release of it. He arched his
back, and she moved to follow, as he spasmed again and again, his
release fueling her passion, bringing her closer to her own
immolation once again.
Suddenly she felt him relax, though his cock was still hard
inside her. Her own climax was only moments away, but he had
stopped; he was not moving. Desperately, almost angrily, she
brought her legs up, and, still wearing the shoes, dug her spike
heels into his thighs, spurring him.
He gasped, and fell forward, and into her again. She flexed
her legs even more, bringing her knees even with her breasts, and
prodded him again, this time in his rear, at the top of his
thighs.
She brought her hands down to his buttocks, pulling him into
her desperately, raking her nails across his skin. She needed
him — no, she thought, not him. She needed cock — pure, sweet,
and simple, nothing and no one attached, just this, yes, just
pure unadulterated pleasure, just a cock to fill her, to touch
her so deeply, where she couldn’t touch herself, to fill her and
ram into her, to stroke her, spread her, open her. Nothing but
cock — no name, no face, nothing else, just this.
She was building toward her own private explosion again —
as was he, impossibly, as she felt him shudder and stiffen again,
his cock going very hard and meeting her center again. She
summoned all her strength then, and stopped, holding him still,
prolonging the moment, her mouth open in a silent scream;
stretching the pleasure until it became unbearable, agonizing,
until her entire body was straining for release, and she thought
Yes, yes, just a little longer, just a moment, stretch it until
it’s more than I can take, until I want to die from it, want it
to possess me and take me, to burn me, to consume me, yes, yes —
She arched her back, meeting his hips one last time, impaling
herself impossibly deeply, her scream matching his, feeling
herself throbbing, not merely between her legs but from head to
toe, her arms and legs locking around him, holding him tight, as
she felt him spend himself inside her, writhing against her,
unable and unwilling to escape her passion, his hands balling
into fists behind her back, striking the mattress, his thighs and
arms clenching, relaxing, clenching, and relaxing again, as he
laid down on her and she released her grip on him, caressing him,
soothing him as he did her.
The fire was gone now, and a kind of sad peace crept into
her mind and heart. She lay with her head to one side, hearing
his breathing subside as he caught his breath. And suddenly,
unbidden, a thought went through her head as she felt herself
dozing off in this stranger’s arms:
To sleep…perchance to dream….

Going Hiking

Administrator — Wed, 29 Aug 2007 08:42:03 +0000

After a long week at work, I sped home to pack and get ready for my

trip. Bill and I were going hiking and camping in the mountains about

an hour from our house. I had already packed the night before and was

just getting the last minute details squared away before we left.

I went into the house through the garage and grabbed a beer as I

passed the fridge. I picked up my pack and tossed it over to the door.

I changed from my suit into hiking boots, jean shorts, and a tank top.

I scooped up my pack on the way out of the bedroom and tossed it into

the bed of my pick-up truck. I surveyed the wall of equipment in the

garage and picked several items. I grabbed the ropes and D-rings that

we needed for climbing. I grabbed a harness for myself and then a

sturdier one for Bill. Once all the gear was loaded, I called Bill to

let him know I was on the way. I pulled another beer out of the fridge

and locked my house on the way out.

I honked my horn as I pulled into Bill’s driveway. He came out of the

front door and started down the walkway. I admired the way Bill

looked, as I always did. He was 6′2″, 200 lbs., and short cropped

black hair. He carried a dark tan all year around. He was dressed like

I was, and the muscles of his powerful legs flexed with every step.

The muscles of his chest and shoulders were obvious through the thin

material of his tank top. We could have been brothers, as must people

asked. We were both the classic ideal of the all-American man. No one

would have ever guessed that we were lovers, and had been for 2 years.

The sex was awesome, but we were also the best of friends. We shared

the same love of sports and exercise, found humor in the same things,

and enjoyed gourmet cooking.

We were well on our way to the mountain and had moved off the main

roads as we climbed higher and higher. The traffic was very thin and I

missed not being able to dodge slow moving cars to get up the

mountain. The powerful engine could really get the short bed F-150

moving and passing cars was like being in a road race. So, I contented

myself with tuning a new station on the radio. I brushed my hand

against Bill’s leg as I brought my hand back to the wheel. “Don’t

start something you can’t finish, pal.” Bill said as I looked over at

him. He leaned over and got another beer out of the cooler on the

floor and drug the cold can up my leg as he sat back up.

“Cooold!” I squealed. Bill rubbed the cold spot on my leg with his

hand and took a swig of his beer. The hand on my leg was moving higher

and I shifted in my seat to allow access to my hard cock if the hand

should go that high. I hoped that it did. Just as I had hoped the hand

began massaging my hard cock through the material of my jeans. Bill

reached inside the pant leg of my shorts and freed my cock from its

cage. I sighed as bill moistened his finger in a drop of pre-cum and

rubbed it across the sensitive skin of the head of my cock. I was

still not comfortable and so I unbuttoned my jeans and lifted my hips

so I could slide then off. I felt so free without my shorts that I

took off my shirt also.

I must have been a sight driving down the highway wearing only hiking

boots, with one hand on the wheel and one hand on my dick. Bill

reached over and pushed my hand away so that he could stroke my cock.

He stroked up and down the length of my shaft and lubed up his hand

with the pre-cum that was running out of the tip of my cock. As my

excitement grew I urged Bill to take me in his mouth and finish me

orally. Bill was an excellent cocksucker and really enjoyed his work.

When Bill’s lips touched my hot cock, I groaned and reached up to run

my fingers through his close cropped hair. He licked all over the head

and then slowly took my length down his throat.

He bobbed up and down on the shaft with a strong suction that drove me

crazy. I tried to concentrate on the road, without much luck. I was

close to my climax and yelled out ” I’m cumming”. Bill deep throated

my cock just as a flood of cum escaped the tip. He sucked and

swallowed every drop of my cum and then stroked the shaft trying to

milk every last drop from me. Bill kissed the sensitive head and sat

back in his seat. He reached for his beer and took a long pull. “Shot

of cum with a beer chaser, bartender.” We both laughed at his little

joke, and I struggled to pull my shorts back on and stuff my deflated

cock inside.

I had just zipped my shorts back up when we came into the small town

that lodges hikers before the climb.

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