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Sticky & Sweet

admin — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 10:40:10 +0000

Alana Fowler, a single 26-year old baker/dessert entrepreneur, was in
her apartment in midtown Atlanta, thinking up ideas for cakes for her
bakery/dessert eatery called Sinfully Sweet and Decadent. Her bakery
has cupcakes, layer cakes, cookies, cinnamon rolls, and other desserts
so rich that would make even a hardcore aerobic addict want to cheat on
their diet. One of her new ideas was a new vanilla layer cake that was
beyond vanilla. She was already in the kitchen, writing down dessert
ideas and recipes. Despite being a successful baker, she was also
single. 

She had a serious relationship with her boyfriend of 4 years, a
pharmacist named Phil. But recently, they had ulltimately split up for
various reasons. (Cheated on her with one of her friends, was jealous
of her success, etc.) After the breakup, she focused all her energy on
her career and went out more with her friends. She also embraced her
full-figured, size 18 self. She's a plus size woman who loves food,
loves to cook and bake, and has the stocked pantry and fridge to prove
it. Just because she's not a single digit size doesn't mean she's
boring. Other than food, she's a feminine girl loves to shop for
clothes, makeup, among other things. 

As she gathered the ingredients for the vanilla cake and frosting, she
heard a knock on the door. At the door was a cute, young salesman. 

"Hello, my name's Cameron. I'm from the Indulgent Additions company and
I'm selling chocolate, honey, and among other sweet things. Mind if I
come in?" He said as he flashed a toothpaste ad-worthy smile. 

"Please come in. " Alana replied as she let him in. 

"So what are you selling?" She asked as they sat down on the sofa in the
living room. 

"Here's a new catalog featuring our fresh chocolates. We also have
honeys, syrups, ice cream toppings, etc. We also a new line of
chocolate honeys." Cameron said as he gave Alana a copy of the company
catalog. 

"Wow! Everything in it is so yummy!" Alana happily exclaimed. 

"Yes it is. Shall I tell you about the new honeys?" Cameron said. 

"Yes please." Alana replied with enthusiasm. 

"Great, we have these new chocolate honey products. They're the best of
both worlds. The temptating taste of chocolate and the sweetness of
honey." He added. 

"Do you have any samples?" Alana asked with amazement. 

"Indeed I do." He said with a smile on his face as he took out the
sample jars. 

"What kind of flavors do the chocolate honeys come in?" Alana asked as
she watched him take the sample jars out of case. 

"We have them in white chocolate, dark chocolate, milk chocolate,
chocolate mint, chocolate raspberry, chocolate vanilla, and chocolate
caramel." Cameron described. 

Alana was very thrilled about trying the chocolate honeys. She wasn't
sure which one to start with. 

"Let's start with the white chocolate honey. Would you like a warm
sample? " He said as he opened the sampler jar with a tasting spoon. 

Being an avid chocolate lover, Alana couldn't wait to taste it. 

"I would love to." Alana said happily. 

"Enjoy" he said to her as Alana took the spoon and sampled the white
chocolate honey which was very tasty. 

"So delicious." Alana replied after giving the honey a taste. She was
about to taste it again but she then was taken aback by Cameron's scent 

as  he came close to her. She noticed that his scent contained a hint
of vanilla. 

"If you enjoy that, you must try our chocolate mint honey. It's best
when it's slightly hot. May I indulge your desire?" He said her in a
seductive tone. 

"Please do." She replied. 

Cameron handed her the chocolate mint honey and brushed her arm in the
process. He noticed that Alana looked intensely at him as she pushed
her tongue out to receive the spoon. He felt a stirring in his pants
and blushed. She then smiled, knowing that her advance had worked. 

Being bold, he asked her "Would you like to taste it when it's warmed by
body heat?" 

"Mmmmm. Sounds yummy already." Alana said as she became aroused. 

He offered his wrist, wiped the skin with a cloth, and put a dollop of
chocolate mint honey on his wrist. Alana then noticed how turned on he
was as his growing bulge couldn't be hidden for long. She put her hand
on his hip as she lowered herself to his arm. 

She slowly licked the honey from his wrist. He moaned as he felt her
lips on his skin. Alana took advantage and began to suck the honey from
his arm. He started rubbing her hair. She looked up at his baby blue
eyes and licked her lips. The  seduction was already so delicious. 

"This honey is so addictive to me. I want, no, I need more." Alana said
in enjoyment as her hand moved down to his bulge. 

With that, Cameron slowly pulled her large, beautiful frame up and tight
to his body as he kissed her deeply. His tongue seeked the remants of
the honey in her mouth. Alana moaned as she kissed him. Cameron held
her tight and moved his kisses down to her neck. He then put two of his
fingers into the sample jar and offered them for her to taste. He
continiued kissing her neck as she tasted the honey some more. 

While she sucked on his fingers, she then moved his leg between her
thighs and let it rest against her mound. Cameron felt her heat with
just enough gentle pressure as her body grew in lust for more touch and
honey. 

"Even on you, it tastes so good." She brazenly said to him. 

Being emboldened by her words and aroused by her body, he asked, "May I
taste it on you?" 

Alana was intrigued by his proposition as she led him into the kitchen
with the honey samples in tote. Then, he guided her hand to the sampler
jar of the chocolate vanilla honey, dipped a finger, raised her hand to
his mouth, and took a finger in deep. As he sucked harder, Cameron felt
her thighs tighten on his leg as she pressed hard to him. 

Next, he placed both hands on her generous bottom and lifted her to the
counter. He was very strong for a 19-year-old.  Standing between her
legs, Cameron placed a touch of honey on her neck and licked it off.
Alana then unbuttoned her dark blue button-down blouse and motioned him
to place the honey lower and he obliged. She wrapped her legs around
his waist and pulled him closer. His hands gently squeezed her
naturally large breasts as he continued kissing and licking her neck.
Alana moaned at the feel of his slow, soft kisses. He slowly took off
her blouse and lowered the straps of her black satin underwire bra. He
spread some of the honey on the tops of her breasts and on her nipples.
He kissed and licked the honey from her already warm body. To Alana, it
became hotter by the minute and the passion between her and Cameron
became deeper. 

While he kissed and licked her honey-drizzled tits, Cameron moved his
hands lower to the waistband of her black skinny stretch jeans. Alana
had moaned and groaned at the feel of his hands and mouth on her body.
He unbutton and unzipped her jeans letting them fall to the kitchen
floor. After he took them off, he also took off her shoes, which were a
pair of black ankle boots. He spreaded some of the chocolate caramel
honey on her massive belly and thick thighs. Alana became more turned
on when Cameron took off his shirt. He had a body that look as though
he studied every issue of Men's Health magazine from his older
brother's stash. Cut and ripped in all the right places. His tanned
skin so smooth to the touch. 

Alana's arousal had grown into a fever pitch when she looked his body.
As Cameron tasted her honey-covered belly and thighs, Alana moaned
constantly while her fingers ran through his short, dark brown hair.
While licking the honey from her body, Cameron unbuttoned his fly and
unzipped his dark stonewashed jeans. With one hand, he began stroking
himself. He then got up and slowly took  off her black satin bikini
brief panties, looking forward to taste the pink cupcake between her
thighs. 

He dipped his fingers into the sampler jar with the milk chocolate
honey, put it on his tongue, and licked her down there. Alana tasted
much sweeter in his mouth. Her moans and groans have gotten higher and
louder as he savored her pussy like a delicious pink strawberry
cupcake. The combination of her woman cream and the honey on his tongue
made the experience more delicious. Alana held his head in place as he
tasted her some more. Once he was done tasting her, Cameron kissed her
lips. While they kissed each other's lips, he sat his naked body on her
square kitchen table. Alana got up and looked at the sampler jars. 

Trying to decide which honey to try on his body, Alana went with the
dark chocolate honey. She opened the sampler jar and poured it on his
chest, abs, and his already hardened young cock. She first licked the
honey off his chest before kissing his lips. She continued to kiss and
lick down his body while on top of him. His moans were sounds of
enjoyment to her ears. His hands played with her hair and caressed her
back as she tasted the honey from his body.  The mix of the honey and
his body heat became irresistible to her taste buds. 

When her lips and tongue came down to his cock, Alana took her time,
licking him slowly with cat-like licks. She softly licked and sucked
his cock, making Cameron even more turned on than ever. She poured some
more of the chocolate raspberry honey onto his cock and balls. Once she
cleaned him up, both were ready for each other. 

Cameron put on a condom and slowly slipped his cock into her inch by
inch. Once inside, he held on to her hips as he slid in and out of her
hot slit. While he slipped in and out of her, he kissed, licked, and
the rest of Alana's body while they climaxed. Their hands and mouth
kissed and caress each other's bodies as they climaxed again and again.
Then, they got up from the table and lowered themselves to the kitchen
floor. Cameron briefly got up and took the chocolate raspberry honey
sampler jar. Cameron's body molded with Alana's body as they spooned
together. 

He entered her pussy again as poured some of the honey on her body. He
went in and out as he wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her
neck and shoulder. They stimultaneously reached before taking himself
out, removed the condom, and came on her belly and breasts. After the
earth-shattering orgasm they had shared, Cameron kissed her with such
passion and then he licked his own man milk and the chocolate raspberry
honey off her body. They kissed some more. 

The kitchen was filled the combined aroma of musk, pheromones, vanilla,
chocolate, and honey. If all the scents were mixed and made into a
perfume, it would be named either Horny Honey or Bee Seduced. 

"Cameron, you were fantastic! After a lot tasting, I think I'll make
your day and order two jars of each flavor of the chocolate honey. I
plan on using them for my batch of new treats, among other things."
Alana said with excitement as she got out her wallet. 

"That's splendid!" Cameron happily said. 

Alana ordered two jars for each of the chocolate honey flavors and
Cameron had made a sale. 

"I'm so glad to be your first customer." Alana said as she paid him. 

"Me too. By the way, here's my card with my phone numbers on it. Feel
free to give me a call if you run out of honey." Cameron replied with a
sexy dimpled smile on his face. 

"I own and operate a bakery. If you want to, you can by here for
something sweet." Alana said in a flirtatious manner as she gave him a
flyer for the bakery. 

"Love to because after meeting you today, I can also visit the bakery
and come back here for seconds." Cameron said with a wink. 

"We're both so sticky from all the honey. I need myself a hot shower."
She added. 

"Mind if I join you?" Cameron asked. 

"You sure can." Alana replied as Cameron followed her to the bathroom. 

After the honey-covered encounter Cameron, she was inspired and turned
on at the same time. Not only did she get ideas for a new batch of
treats for the bakery, she also got herself a hot, hunky salesman on
call to fulfill needs both sexually and culinary. 

THE END

The Christmas Bombshell

admin — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 11:49:07 +0000

The Christmas Bombshell. 

 Authors Notes: Well it that time of year again, the time when we all
drink far too much, and with any luck, get more sex over one fortnight
than we do in the next three months, Granted that happens in my house,
but hey....you've got to accept what you get. 

The story you are about to read in totally true with a little creative
license taken. If you want to know more about the details I skipped,
feel free to e-mail me. 

Lastly, I'd like to thank all the loyal readers of this site for their
continuing support over the past year. Due to work commitments I
haven't written as much as I hoped, but hopefully I'll get more time
next year. Have a great Christmas and a prosperous New Year......Best
Wishes.....Shuggie (Craig)  

The Christmas of 1997 is a Christmas that neither my dad nor my step mum
will ever forget, no matter whether they wanted to or not. Having
turned 20 that year, the run up to Christmas was eventful to say the
least, ironically a week before Christmas, my step sister Caitlin gave
me the best Christmas present any guy could ever want, sadly while I
was over the moon, I knew that Caitlin was worried about our parents. 

Scurrying to find an answer to both our problems, I finally sat Caitlin
down as I told her the plan, Caitlin was far from convinced, yet agreed
to do as I asked. By Christmas day, it was obvious that as the time
passed, Caitlin was starting to get worried. 

Christmas day that year was a perfect Christmas. With just over four
inches of snow falling in the previous two days, our large middle class
back garden looked like something from a winter post card. 

Waking just after 8am, I headed downstairs and found my dad sitting
staring at a blank television screen. 

"Thinking about mum?" I asked softly as my dad gave a remorseful nod. 

"You know, there's not a Christmas that goes by, or even her birthday
that I don't think about her too" I added trying to comfort my dad.
From that point on my dad told me how much my mum adored me and sat
talking about past festive periods that made his life complete. 

Christmas was always hard on my dad, shortly after my ninth birthday, my
mum went Christmas shopping a week before Christmas. On her way home, a
drunk driver in a pickup ploughed straight into her small car sending
her into a lamp post. 

That Christmas was filled with tears as my mum died six hours later in
hospital. The following Christmas my dad's dad took a heart attack and
died on Boxing Day, from that point on, my dad was resolute in his
belief that nothing was going to spoil his son's Christmas. If I did
something wrong on Christmas day, my dad turned a blind eye to it,
hell, at the age of 13, my dad bought me a mountain bike. When I
crashed into the back of his car two hours after getting my new bike, I
feared the worst....my dad just looked at the dent in his car, then
gave me a hug before asking if I was okay....go figure. 

By the time my mum died, my dad's all trade firm was really starting to
make good money. Taking a few months off for my sake, when my dad went
back to work, life wasn't that bad, my mum and dad worked together in
my dad's firm, so life was pretty much normal except for the fact that
I didn't have my mum around after school. 

For four years my dad tried to pick up the pieces of his life and
totally avoided women, until my gran (mum's mum) sat my dad down and
told him that I needed a female influence in my life. For three hours,
my gran had a heart to heart with my dad, then finally told him that
she knew my mum's wishes and the only thing my mum wanted, was for me
and my dad to be happy....eventually my dad started to date again. 

My dad didn't have any problem getting dates, let's face it, with his
own business and being reasonably decent looking, what woman wouldn't
want my dad? My dad had very clear rules about dating and even though I
watched him get ready for one of his dates, my dad never brought anyone
home until he was pretty sure that they could make a go of it. 

Some of my dad's dates were okay, others...well...I have my own thoughts
and will leave it at that. Karen lasted the longest, three years. Just
before my 18th birthday my dad and Karen split, and while I still keep
in contact with Karen, I was old enough to realise that they both
needed to move on. 

A few months later, my dad hired Pauline as a call handler within his
firm. One look at Pauline told me why my dad went for Pauline...she was
hot. 

Being so close to my dad, my dad knew I had a smutty sense of humour and
he tolerated it. When we talked about his secret love, my dad hinted
that occasionally when he got his lunch in work, the one serving it
also got something to eat. Six months later, my dad finally brought
Pauline home and introduced us to each other. 

Once my gran got to know Pauline, she admitted that she knew why my dad
had fallen for Pauline; my gran could see that Pauline was pretty
similar to my mum. Pauline knew our history and made it clear that she
had no intentions of taking my mum's place; she would create her own
place in our family. By the following year, my gran and Pauline were
best of friends. 

A few days before my dad brought Pauline back, my dad sat me down and
explained that Pauline's last husband had left her in financial
difficulties, before dropping the bombshell that if Pauline did move
in, her seventeen year old daughter Caitlin would be moving in too. 

Caitlin had similar looks to her mum, but personality wise, Caitlin was
the complete opposite. Pauline said what she thought and didn't hold
back, Caitlin was quiet and reserved. 

Five months later, my dad and I finally helped Pauline and Caitlin to
move their stuff in as we tried to play happy families. 

For the first year, Caitlin and I fought for position within the family.
It was small things, but like everything else they soon escalated until
Caitlin and I were at each other's throats about the simplest of
things. 

If truth be told, while Caitlin was pretty quiet and reserved, she hated
losing an argument. So much so that she would fight to the bitter end
to win. 

If I'm truly honest, from the moment I met Caitlin, I pretty much knew
that if Caitlin offered me it on a plate, I wouldn't even hesitate, yet
as the months passed, I really couldn't stand Caitlin, not really her,
more her attitude. 

A month before Caitlin's 18th birthday, Caitlin and I had the mother of
all fights leading to Caitlin picking up a book and lobbing it at me, a
black eye later, our parents got involved and took us both to the side
before calling time on our childish behaviour. 

My dad and Pauline decided that Pauline would talk to me, and my dad
would talk to Caitlin. Pauline told me that if I wanted to win then I
had to play Caitlin at her own game. The more I tried to dig my heels
in, the more it would back fire on me. 

For just over an hour, Pauline gave me tips on how to handle Caitlin
before admitting that I should use Caitlin's competitive streak against
her. Sadly Pauline didn't realise what she was saying and that
competitive streak went a little too far. 

Two hours later, my dad and Pauline left Caitlin and I to talk and iron
out our problems. In some ways we did, but I remembered Pauline's
advice and stupidly grunted "I bet I can be nicer to you, than you can
with me" Caitlin sat chuckling then grunted "oh really....watch and
learn....you'll be kissing my ass to try and catch me in six months
time" 

Within minutes, Caitlin and I had gone from fighting, to competing to
see who could be the nicest to each other. 

Working for my dad as an apprentice, my dad paid me a decent wage, when
Caitlin went to college to do a beauty therapy course, my dad gave her
a generous allowance, sadly Caitlin could spend money quickly, and
within months she was having to borrow from me, rather than having to
explain to our parents where her allowance went. 

Of course, when I gave her money, I wouldn't lend her it, I gave her it.
But I had to make a big deal about her being beholden to me, and the
fact that in essence I was winning. 

The more I teased Caitlin, the more she hated it....I loved every minute
of it, because, I literally didn't have to do anything around the
house. 

If I wanted a coffee, I would stand up then ask Caitlin if she wanted a
coffee, Caitlin would jump to her feet and hiss "I'll make it....just
you sit down" 

Caitlin tidied my room for me, she washed my van, hell she even looked
out clothes for me and ironed them when I had a date. 

By the following summer, life was bliss. Caitlin learned to do
reflexology in college and all I had to do was moan that I had sore
feet and Caitlin ordered me to put my feet over her lap as she sat
giving me a foot massage. 

I've got to admit, I used Caitlin and we both knew it, but then again,
Caitlin couldn't stop competing. Goading her was like a red rag to a
bull, if we were playing pool, Caitlin had to win, everything we did,
Caitlin had to win. 

Sometimes I did let her win and had to suffer her boasting. But then
again I knew that compared to the way we were, I preferred having my
own personal slave. 

To be honest, when Caitlin and I first met, it was obvious that Caitlin
had taken a shine to me. At sixteen years of age, other than sex, I
thought she was too young to date, but then again, when the shit hit
the fan, my lust quickly evaporated. Once we started to get along, I
watched Caitlin start to become more playful with me. 

We used to play fight; Caitlin would give me a foot massage and
sometimes even a shoulder massage after football training. Our parents
loved the new outlook but made the point that there was a line drawn.
Caitlin assured our parents that she wouldn't touch me with a ten foot
barge pole. I did likewise. 

By the June of my 20th birthday a few months before Caitlin's nineteenth
birthday, Caitlin and I were as close as we could be without being
lovers. Heading upstairs to sneak Caitlin some money for her big date,
Pauline had told me that Caitlin had went for a bath an hour earlier.
Walking into her bedroom expecting her to be dressed, Caitlin stood
facing the door as she slipped her left leg into her panties, just as I
opened her door. 

"Fuck....sorry...I should have knocked" I gasped as Caitlin quickly
tried to pull up her panties as she blushed. 

I had only seen her for just over a second, but that was more than
enough to set my groin ablaze. 

At 5'5 with short brown straight hair parted in the middle, Caitlin was
good looking in a cute way, with small A cup breasts and pale skin, one
look at her petite body had me drooling as I realised that Caitlin
shaved her pussy. 

"I'll be outside...when you're ready" I groaned then stood for two
minutes before Caitlin shouted me in. 

Standing there mumbling an apology, Caitlin groaned that as we lived
together it was going to happen sooner or later. Caitlin stood blushing
as I finally grunted "listen...if you want to walk in....when I'm
getting changed...I mean...fair is fair" 

Caitlin blushed then shook her head. 

"Thanks I'll pass on that" 

Caitlin and I agreed to tell our parents I had walked in on her topless,
with our summer holiday coming up, Pauline was happy to lie out on the
patio topless and now that I had seen Caitlin, then I guessed that
Pauline wouldn't have a problem with Caitlin doing it too. 

I guess a lot of what I thought was assumption, Caitlin was pretty shy,
but from what I knew of her, she did like the idea of being a little
more adventurous. For me, Caitlin didn't have a problem with me getting
a glimpse of her naked, we were friends and she knew she could hit me
up for money and tease me at the same time. 

Sure enough I was right..... 

When Caitlin asked me for money, she grunted "well you did get to see me
naked.....mum would be livid if she found out" 

It was petty blackmail but I would have given her it anyway, knowing
that I could hit my dad for money behind Pauline's back. 

Did I believe that Caitlin and I would ever be more than friends? No.
sure I knew she liked me at the start, but then again, we were far too
alike to be lovers, we would end up killing each other if we dated. 

Of course I would have loved to bed her, I knew that Caitlin had only
slept with two guys, she had told me that much. But sex was sex and if
she offered I wouldn't refuse. 

Flying out to Salou that year for a change of scenery, Caitlin had just
turned 19, staying in a fancy four star apartment complex all
inclusive, my dad had hired a car for two weeks to do some sight seeing
with Pauline. Caitlin and I were both fairground ride junkies and with
the new theme park a short trip away, both parents were happy to leave
us to our own devices. 

From the moment we landed I couldn't wait to get to the theme park,
sadly our parents had other ideas. The first day we stayed close and
walked around the resort as a family. The second day, I had my hopes
dashed when Pauline insisted that we go to Tarragona as a family, the
third day I was positive raging when Caitlin groaned that she fancied
seeing Barcelona with our parents. 

Caitlin wanted to go to the theme park and I hoped that she would back
me up and our parents would cave and leave us behind. As a small
gesture, my dad insisted that our first stop should be the Nou Camp
football stadium. If I'm honest Tarragona and Barcelona weren't bad,
but I just wanted to break free and do my own thing. Granted there was
the hope of finding a nice willing English girl who would get a little
drunk and have sex with me. 

Arriving at Barcelona on public transport, it soon became apparent that
one day would not be enough to see all the sites, I truly did fear the
worst. By the following morning, Caitlin admitted that she wanted to go
back to Barcelona but just not the following day. Our Parents relented
as Caitlin and I got ready to hit the theme park. 

For four hours Caitlin and I went on ride after ride, even doing some
several times as we screamed our heads off. Heading back to the
apartment just after 4pm, I started to tease Caitlin about going
topless out by the pool. 

It had started as a stupid thoughtless joke, next thing I knew I accused
her of not being able to take off her bikini top in front of me never
mind the public. Caitlin reminded me that I had seen her naked, my
reply was "yeah but you didn't really have a choice in that" 

Dancing about like a spoiled immature fool as I teased Caitlin that I
was winning, Caitlin stood with steam pouring from her ears then gasped
"Craig" 

I turned to find Caitlin standing with her arms folded over her breasts,
her bikini top in her hand. 

Standing there laughing, I pointed out that she was still so embarrassed
that she had to fold her arms. I soon fell quiet as Caitlin gave me a
peeved look then unfolded her arms before gasping "Anything else to
say..." 

"You know I've never been into small ones like that....but....wow" I
teased as Caitlin blushed then started to slap me playfully for being
so crude. 

Watching her slip on her bikini top Caitlin grunted "I told you I could
do it" 

Heading along to the communal pool, I lay on a lounger making sense of
what had just happened. I hadn't even planned it, but suddenly an idea
was forming in my brain. 

If I goaded Caitlin enough, how far would she really go? 

For several days, we did things together as a family like attend the
water park, or go for a drive, then at night Caitlin and I would do our
own thing separately. By the end of the first week, I had met a girl
the same age as Caitlin and took her out on a date. By the end of the
night, we stood at the back of the apartment as Chloe gave me a hand
job as we stood there drunk, and kissing. 

The following morning Caitlin asked how my date went, I sat explaining
that Chloe had given me a hand job and was leaving the following day; I
had one day left to get a home run. 

"Is that all you ever think about.....sex?" Caitlin asked as I sat
explaining that her problem was that she was too frigid. 

"I am not" Caitlin gasped as I grunted "you mean to tell me that you've
only been with two guys because you can't get it?" 

"No.... not exactly, but I don't feel the need to do it or think about
it every waking minute" Caitlin gasped as I shrugged my shoulders then
admitted that for me sex was about releasing the tension and if any
woman had half a brain, the way to my heart was through my groin. 

Again it was another stupid discussion that I never really gave any
thought to before I opened my mouth, but then again I could be quite
thoughtless at that time. 

That night, Chloe and I were at it again, this time I stood in awe as
Chloe let me slide my fingers up her skirt and play with her clit
before finally fingering her to orgasm. Sadly I didn't get the home run
I wanted. 

I never gave it a second thought when Caitlin asked if I got what I
wanted, I groaned that I hadn't but then again surely by the end of the
holiday I would find someone, no matter how ugly, to do it with. 

By mid afternoon, the conversation turned more serious as Caitlin and I
splashed about in the water park. I did admit that if any of the girls
I had dated had been half decent about sex, I would have married them
and treated them like princesses. 

Explaining that I had a high sex drive, sure there was other things that
I wanted from a relationship, but if a girl says she loves you, how can
she justify only having sex once a week or worse still lying there like
a corpse. 

"Okay, answer me this question?" I grunted as Caitlin and I stood in the
deep end of the pool with our parents about a hundred yards away. 

"Have you ever....you know....sucked a guy?" I asked as Caitlin shook
her head. 

"But if you were in love....would you do it?" I asked as I watched
Caitlin give it some thought before remarking "probably, but then
again, the thought of that...doesn't gross me out" 

"Okay...say he wanted to.....cum" I asked realising that I was getting
far too personal with my step sister. 

"If I really cared for a guy....I'd try it....if I really couldn't
handle it, then I wouldn't do it very often" Caitlin said quietly as I
sat explaining about Kerry and the fact that she was supposed to be
head over hells in love with me, but when it came to sex, she was
boring. 

"I see your point...." Caitlin gasped as I stood surprised that a girl
could see it from a guy's point of view. 

"But then again, I know you hate going shopping, if Kerry had told you
she would....you know....would you have spent seven hours shopping with
her?" Caitlin asked with a teasing grin. 

"Honestly.....yeah!" I remarked as Caitlin quickly grunted "without
bitching and moaning" 

She had a point....I'm pretty sure I would have felt like moaning. 

"Could I do it without bitching or moaning.....probably, mind you it
would be fucking murder" I laughed as Caitlin stood grinning. 

"Wanna test that?" Caitlin asked as I grunted "eh" 

"And if you think I'm.....forget it....but, if you take me back to
Barcelona and go shopping....I'll let you see how good I am at a
massage...although if you think for one minute...." Caitlin grunted as
I stood laughing. 

"Not even a hand job?" I asked with a sinister laugh. 

"Get a life....but I bet you can't spend seven hours shopping with me
without moaning" Caitlin said as I realised that Caitlin was trying to
play me. 

Of course I knew why Caitlin wanted to go shopping, she wanted me there
to hit me up for money if she needed it, I wasn't completely stupid.
But then again she did have a point, could I really last seven hours
without moaning. 

"Well...how about it?" Caitlin asked with a grin. 

"Is there a challenge here?" I asked with a stupid smirk as Caitlin
laughed. 

Standing there giving it some thought, I finally grunted "okay then
let's make it more interesting.....if I manage it, you have to give me
an all over massage.....topless" 

Standing there with a stupid grin on my face Caitlin looked completely
shocked then gasped "no way....get a life" 

"Guess I win then" I grunted then swam off leaving Caitlin to her
thoughts. 

Heading out for dinner with our parents, Caitlin and I let our parents
walk on as Caitlin finally grunted "I don't know what the big deal
is....I mean you've seen me topless....I did it" 

"Fuck Caitlin, you can be so naïve at time...." I gasped as Caitlin
stood looking at me. 

"my step sister...giving me a massage topless....who gives a shit if
anything happens...I mean...just think of it" I retorted as Caitlin
laughed then gasped "dirty fucker....that's low" 

"That's life....and from what you're saying you can't do it" I retorted
nonchalantly as Caitlin hissed "I didn't say I can't do it" 

"Well, Pauline and dad are going to see that mad church thing in the
mountains in two days time, if I go to Barcelona with you.....and don't
moan....it's not like we'll get caught....is it?" I asked as Caitlin
stood in thought. 

"Just a massage....nothing else...." Caitlin gasped as I pointed out
there was a good chance I would spend most of my time on my stomach
with a pair of shorts on. 

"Craig, if you try anything......stupid.....I'll never talk to you
again, and I'll tell mum and dad" Caitlin gasped as I couldn't believe
she would actually do it. 

By the following day I pretty much found out why she had chosen to do
it. 

For months before our holiday I had hit my dad up for cash left right
and centre then started saving for our holiday. Okay so maybe I was
shallow enough to believe that I could buy my way into some strange
girl's pussy. If it meant spoiling them rotten on trips to the theme
park or shopping trips, it wasn't my money. 

I didn't quite figure that I would have to spend that cash on Caitlin. 

Stepping off the train, Caitlin stopped then grunted "start moaning and
no massage....." 

"Did I moan?" I asked putting my hands in the air defensively as Caitlin
grunted "I know what your like" 

Trying to put a brave face on it, by midday, Caitlin was teasing me that
I didn't look too happy. 

"Nothing wrong with me....I'm fine...actually....I'm quite enjoying
this" I gasped with a false smile as Caitlin stood laughing. 

By 5pm my feet were killing me, I was starving and Caitlin had hit me up
for nearly four hundred quid. The cash was the thing that bothered me
the most. Caitlin was trying to get me to moan about something and I
knew it. 

Heading back to the train station with three of Caitlin's bags in my
hand, Caitlin had a pleased smile on her face, because she had managed
to get what she wanted. 

"I'm just curious, when does this deal end?" I asked as Caitlin laughed
then gasped "poor baby...what's wrong...." 

"I'm just asking?" I replied with another stupid smile as Caitlin
finally grunted that one the train was on its way. The deal was over. 

Sitting down on the train, Caitlin teased me about returning again
before the holiday was over as I sat trying to put a brave face on it. 

Feeling the train start to move I gave Caitlin an expectant look as
Caitlin sat grinning then grunted "okay...you won" 

"Thank fuck...my feet are killing me...do you know how much you've
bloody spent" I grunted as Caitlin sat laughing. 

"About four hundred.....if you had more I would have spent it all....I
really did think you would break when I started shopping..." Caitlin
gasped as I grunted "nasty bitch...that's the last fucking time...." 

"And there you've proved my point" Caitlin gasped with a victorious grin
as I sat thinking then finally added "but there's a difference...." 

"Not really, you're getting a massage, it doesn't matter what the reward
is, you proved my point." Caitlin gasped as I sat realising she had a
point. 

"So what are we doing tomorrow....fancy coming back again?" Caitlin said
with a sinister laugh as I grunted "you'll be coming back
yourself....after you've given me my massage" 

Sitting that night with a map, my dad tried to work out his route to see
the mad church that Pauline wanted to go and see. Heading to bed, I
finally gave Caitlin a smile then headed to my room. 

Waking up just before nine, Caitlin and Pauline were making breakfast as
my dad started to help with the picnic they were taking with them.
Sitting around the breakfast table my dad asked our plans as Caitlin
replied "we're probably going back to the theme park" 

Watching my dad and Pauline head for the door half an hour later, I
waited until we watched them climb into the car then grunted "after
what I had to suffer, you'd better live up to your end of the bargain?" 

"I said I would, and I will....but I'm warning you...try anything and
I'll kill you" Caitlin said then told me that she had no plans to do
anything until she was sure they were gone. 

Half an hour later, I finally strolled through to my single bed then
took off my tee shirt as Caitlin finally appeared. 

Lying there in long baggy shorts, Caitlin sat down beside me as I felt
her hands go to work on my neck and shoulders. 

"Well have you taken your top off" I gasped with my head away from her
as Caitlin told me that it was pointless while I was on my stomach. 

"When you roll over, I'll do it" Caitlin gasped as I nodded. 

For almost ten minutes, Caitlin sat talking about the look on my face
during our shopping trip as her hands worked my back and shoulders. 

When Caitlin finally switched her attention to my legs, I felt her run
her hands up to my shorts then stop. 

"What.... are you scared to go higher?" I asked with a sinister groan as
Caitlin responded "no, but you're shorts are pretty tight" 

Lying there giving it some thought I finally looked round at Caitlin
then smiled "be right back" 

Grabbing a pair of Speedo's from my case, I headed into the bathroom
determined to see how far Caitlin would go, given the torrid time I had
to endure I was determined to get my money's worth. 

Caitlin gave a soft laugh as I strolled back into the room then jumped
onto the bed. 

"Now let's see how bold you are?" I gasped as Caitlin gave a soft giggle
then picked up where she left off. 

Coating me in baby oil the first few movements of her hands stayed on
the back of my leg before she finally switched inside as she started to
push upwards stopping about in two inches from my groin. 

"Coward!" I grunted as Caitlin retorted "you just want me to touch
you....there" 

"No...not really, but I just want to see how far you can actually go" I
gasped as Caitlin must have given it some thought. 

With each movement of her hand, I felt Caitlin's fingers creep closer to
my groin then two minutes later I finally felt her little finger graze
my swimming briefs. 

"If I get any higher...." Caitlin stopped with a giggle as I gasped "but
will you do it again?" 

Lying there feeling Caitlin's hands kneed my muscles I lay groaning as
time and again, Caitlin's finger brushed against me, and in the process
teased my soft cock making it rise slightly. 

"Okay roll over" Caitlin gasped as I rolled over then watched her look
down at my semi rigid groin. 

"I can see you were enjoying that" Caitlin gasped as she blushed and
smiled at the same time. 

"well what are you waiting for....get your tit's out" I said with a
stupid smirk as Caitlin gave me a disgusted look then pulled her tee
shirt off before unhooking her bra as she tentatively slid her bra off. 

"I told you I'd do it" Caitlin gasped as I nodded then watched her lean
forward and start to apply oil to my chest. 

Lying there watching Caitlin's small breasts move in time with her
movements, I lay staring at them, without any regard for what Caitlin
was thinking. 

With her hands flailing around my torso, Caitlin finally gasped "you
don't need to stare." 

"After the day I had yesterday.....you should be letting me grope them"
I said softly as Caitlin smiled then gasped "Craig...stop it!" 

"Sorry I forgot...you're fuckin snow white" I retorted as Caitlin looked
straight into my eyes then gasped "you know I'm not" 

"So what's the big deal...if I tried, it's not like....we'd have
sex...fuck it's just a touch" I grumbled before adding "given what I
had to endure..." 

"Yeah and if you touch...you'll get hard...then the next thing you'll
want is....." Caitlin grumbled as I gasped "no offence but it's still a
form of massage, but then again, if it makes you feel any better....I
promise not to ask for another thing" 

"Just do it....but that's all I'm letting you do" Caitlin gasped as I
nodded then watched her for about a minute. 

Raising my left hand as Caitlin run her hands up my body, I slowly
cupped her dainty breasts as Caitlin looked at me then gave me a soft
smile. 

"You know I could really become a fan of those" I whispered as Caitlin
sat concentrating on her work. 

"Is it nice when guys touch your nipples?" I asked rubbing my palm
against her firm bud. 

"Sometimes...." Caitlin gasped as her hands slid down to the band of my
briefs as her eyes could clearly see my arousal poking through my
briefs. 

Lying there watching Caitlin focus on my stomach, I watched her eyes as
she seemed to stare at my arousal far too much. 

"Does it look nice?" I asked in a whisper as Caitlin's hands continued
to slide around my toned stomach as she gave a feeble nod. 

"Do the inside of my legs for me" I groaned as Caitlin slipped away from
my grasp as she started to work my leg closest to her as her hands
slipped up the rough hairs. 

Lying there watching her for over a minute, Caitlin tried hard to
concentrate on what she was doing as her eyes took in my rigid cock
behind my swimming briefs. 

"Would you like me to take my swimming trucks off?" I asked as Caitlin
sat working her hands for a few seconds then gave a soft nod. 

Lifting my butt, I finally gasped "you do it" 

Watching Caitlin slide her hands into the side of my briefs Caitlin
pulled them down then slipped them over my feet as she moved back up
the bed then started to rub the inside of my leg again as her eyes
focused on my arousal. 

"We're even now....we've both seen each other" I whispered as Caitlin
continued to work my leg and gave a nod. 

"if you did want to....touch it.....it wouldn't be a problem" I
whispered as Caitlin slid her hands up my legs then twisted them around
the base of my stomach as her little finger grazed through the top of
my pubic hair. 

"I'll just close my eyes....let me know when you're done" I gasped as I
realised that if I didn't stop watching her I would end up cumming
without any encouragement. 

For almost two minutes, Caitlin's hands flirted with the idea of going
lower as she continued to trail her little finger through the top of my
pubic hair before finally sliding her hand down a little. 

With each twist of her hand, Caitlin sat gliding her hand ever closer to
my firm shaft until I finally felt her nudge the base of my cock. 

Opening my eyes I watched as Caitlin continued to stare, her small
nipples as hard as steel. 

"I bet you can't" I whispered as Caitlin continued to look at me as her
hands circled for about a minute before she finally slid her left hand
down nudging my hard cock downwards as her hand slid along it. 

Sliding her fingers over the moist tip, Caitlin sat watching her hand as
she finally wrapped her fingers around me then started to stroke
slowly. 

Giving her a minute to get used to the idea of what she was doing,
Caitlin sat working me softly as I gasped "Well is it nice?" 

Caitlin gave a soft nod as she continued. 

"Are you....wet?" I gasped as Caitlin gave a firmer nod. 

"Would you...like to feel it.....inside you?" I whispered as Caitlin
finally broke her stare then looked up at me. 

"You know I would" Caitlin sighed as I watched her look at me as she
continued to stroke. 

"You know, once isn't a big deal...we can pretend it never happened" I
gasped as Caitlin sat looking at me as I looked at the short summer
skirt she was wearing, knowing Caitlin the way I did, she probably
wasn't the type who would just go with her instincts, Caitlin would
have to find some way of rationalising what was happening. Then like a
moment of clarity, it seemed to make sense. 

"You know, you could sit on top of me and rub my chest....if you didn't
have underwear on...and it slipped in....I mean....who's to know" I
uttered trying to make it sound reasonable as Caitlin looked at me. 

"It's not like...we'd be doing it deliberately" Caitlin moaned as I
shook my head. 

"I need to go and wash my hands...." Caitlin gasped as she wiped the tip
of my arousal with a towel beside the bed. 

Watching Caitlin appear after her trip to the bathroom, she sat down on
the bed then started to wipe my hard shaft with the towel as she looked
back and fourth at my face and groin. 

"I mean.....it would be more comfortable if I sat on your legs...just to
do your chest" Caitlin groaned as I nodded then watched her look at me
again. 

"Then why don't you...it's not like we're trying to do anything...is
it?" I asked as Caitlin looked at me then nodded. 

Watching Caitlin climb onto her knees on the bed, she gave me a brief
look then eased her knee perilously close to my hard shaft before
straddling me as she looked down at me then slowly lowered her ass onto
the top of my legs. 

"I mean this is much better" Caitlin gasped as she placed her hands back
on my stomach then started to swirl her hands around my oil coated skin
for a couple of seconds. In some respects, I had hoped that Caitlin
would just try and sit straight down on me and start to ride, yet I
pretty much realised that Caitlin was sitting just below my manhood and
it wasn't doing anything for me or her. 

"You know, you could sit up a bit" I whispered as Caitlin stared at my
chest then gave a soft smile before whispering "I guess I could reach
better if I did" 

Feeling her drag herself up my legs, I lay giving her a soft smile as I
finally felt the slickness of Caitlin's shaven folds brush along my
arousal. 

"How's that...any better" I asked as Caitlin nodded then sat still for a
few seconds as she let her hands start to wander around my skin. 

Within seconds I watched Caitlin lean forward and go for my shoulders as
I felt her start to move her hips gently as the underside of my hard
cock rubbed between her folds. 

"You're shoulders are really quite tense..." Caitlin moaned as I watched
her eyes stare into mine for a few seconds as she let out a soft gasp. 

Feeling Caitlin grind herself against me, I couldn't be sure whether she
was making the sort of contact that she wanted yet as the seconds
slowly passed, I became more convinced that something was happening
that Caitlin was enjoying. 

Watching Caitlin slump her head forward then let out a soft gasp, I
finally whispered "maybe you should try and get more comfortable" 

Caitlin looked at me then nodded as I felt her push her body weight
against my chest with her arms as she sat up then looked down at me
before sliding her right hand underneath her short skirt as she sat up. 

Feeling Caitlin's fingers nudge me into the right position, Caitlin
stared at me as I wanted to watch what she was doing, but continued to
stare into her eyes as I felt my swollen head meet warm resistance as
Caitlin gave me one final nudge as I felt my swollen head ease between
her legs. 

Caitlin slowly lowered herself down on my cock as she looked at me for a
few seconds then gasped "am I hurting you?" 

"Nope...." I gasped in awe that she had finally taken the bold step to
let me penetrate her. 

"If I am hurting you....tell me" Caitlin gasped as she leaned forward
slightly then placed her hands on my chest as she took up the pretence
of giving me a massage. 

"See I told you...nothing to it, I bet you feel much more comfortable" I
gasped a few seconds after I felt Caitlin slowly start to move gently. 

"You really are quiet tense" Caitlin gushed as I felt her movement start
to increase as I watched the pleasured look on her face. 

"Caitlin sit back and do it properly" I whispered watching Caitlin blow
a gasp of warm breath then hiss "it's nice like this" 

Reaching up for her pale breasts as Caitlin finally stopped working my
chest then pressed her palms onto my chest; I lay beneath her working
her nipples with my palm as I gently cupped her. 

"You know....we really shouldn't be doing this" Caitlin whispered as I
watched her close her eyes as Caitlin had totally forgotten about the
massage and was gently bouncing up and down my hard cock. 

"Are you enjoying it?" I whispered as Caitlin gave a quick nod with her
eyes shut. 

"Then we should be doing it...." I gasped placing my hands on her pale
legs then slowly pulled her skirt up above her waist as I watched
Caitlin drop onto my hard cock. 

"Oh Craig....." Caitlin sighed with a low quivering gasp as she
continued to gently impale herself on my arousal. 

Lying there continuing to stare at the wondrous sight of Caitlin rising
and falling onto my manhood, I finally gasped almost a minute later
"would you let me lie on top" 

Caitlin sat arched forward as she nodded then continued to bounce for a
few seconds before finally sitting up as I watched her slide off my
slick manhood. 

Watching Caitlin climb to the left of me then lie next to the wall
facing up, I quickly kneeled between her legs then gasped "lift" as I
pulled Caitlin's soft thin summer skirt up then placed my left hand
against her slick labia. 

As Caitlin lay with her head on the pillow looking at the wonder on my
face, I looked at her shaven folds as I slowly coursed my fingers into
her warmth then eased them up to her swollen clit. 

Working a finger against Caitlin's clit as she lay with her legs open
and flat on the bed within seconds Caitlin pulled her knees up then
finally gasped "I'd prefer it...if....you were...when it happens" 

"Are you close" I gasped as Caitlin gave a sheepish nod. 

Crawling along Caitlin's body, I finally reached between our legs and
guided my hard shaft back to her drenched pussy as Caitlin let out a
soft moan as my hard cock delved deeper inside her. 

Dropping my lips to Caitlin's I felt her quickly respond as our tongues
met and started a long slow waltz together as I started to thrust into
her gentle then after a few seconds slowly started to pick up the pace. 

Lying on top of Caitlin as I felt her grab the side of my body and moan
as we continued to kiss, I couldn't help but realise the possibilities.
Why not do it more than once, if Caitlin and I dated secretly, there
would be plenty of opportunities that we could have sex...it seemed
like a dream come true. 

Lying there slamming into Caitlin as I felt my orgasm slowly start to
build, Caitlin pulled her mouth from mine as she slammed her lips into
my neck then gasped "oh shit...I'm nearly...." 

"Oh Caitlin...." I moaned feeling Caitlin squirm beneath me as she
wriggled in time with my thrusts as she gasped at the warm Spanish air. 

"Oh fuck...." Caitlin hissed as her arms snaked around my upper body as
I continued to thrust without mercy for about fifteen seconds before
Caitlin finally gripped me in her arms then hissed "don't stop...I'm
cumming" 

"Promise me, you'll let me do it again" I gasped as Caitlin squeezed me
tighter with her face buried in my neck as I finally felt her head nod
against me. 

"I want you to give me a blowjob too" I gasped as my mouth finally
started to ramble what was on my brain without filtering it as I
finally felt the tension build. 

"Oh shit...." I gasped feeling my hard shaft finally twitch as I
continued to slam into Caitlin before depositing the first burst of
seed deep inside her. 

Letting out a satisfied roar, I felt Caitlin loosen her grip as I pushed
against her as hard as I could muster then continued to feel the
remnant of my orgasm wash deep inside Caitlin. 

"Bloody hell...that was some massage" I gasped into Caitlin's ear as she
giggled then grunted "I blame you...it's your fault" 

Pulling my head back as I looked into Caitlin's eyes, I lowered my lips
to hers as I felt Caitlin respond instantly. Lying with my cock still
deep inside her, I continued to kiss her for about a minute as my spent
tool slowly started to deflate. 

"That kiss told me that you wanted it just as much as I did" I gasped as
Caitlin blushed then retorted "if you hadn't insisted on wearing
swimming trunks it would never have happened" 

Looking down at the angelic smile and the gleam in Caitlin's eyes I
finally whispered "do you want me to get off?" 

Sitting back on my knees, I lowered my hand as I pressed my fingers
against Caitlin's warm labia and gasped "you look amazing naked" 

Caitlin squirmed then gasped "please, don't...I'm feeling.... Vulnerable
right now" 

Sliding off the bed I watched as Caitlin patted her skirt down then lay
there looking at me as she gasped "you know....I have thought
about...you and I...but I didn't think...well...that you were
interested" 

"Do that more often...and trust me...."I stopped with a sinister grin as
Caitlin hissed "men...it's always about sex" 

"You know, I think I had better go for a shower" Caitlin finally gasped
as I sat on the bed rubbing her soft legs before Caitlin rolled off the
bed. 

"We could go for one together?" I suggested as Caitlin gave a soft laugh
then looked at me realising I was serious. 

By the time Caitlin and I flew back home, we had both agreed that we
wanted to try dating without our parents finding out. Two nights after
we got home, I goaded Caitlin as I told her I didn't think she would
have the guts to give me a blowjob. 

Sure enough I lay there as Caitlin tentatively eased her lips down my
hard shaft. Ten minutes later, Caitlin sat with a victorious grin on
her lips as she watched my cock spring to life in her hand. Sure
enough, Caitlin had listened to what I had said and agreed that if I
was nice to her, then she would make sure that I never felt tense.
Within a month, Caitlin didn't have a problem with me sneaking into her
room and stepping behind her as I lifted the back of her skirt and
started to grope her. 

"Would you let me...just a quickie?" I gasped as Caitlin gave a soft nod
letting me pull her panties down and penetrate her from behind as she
leaned against the dressing table. 

Our parents didn't suspect a thing, Caitlin and I would make up
fictitious dates for the same night then go to the pictures together,
sometime Caitlin and I would put on a whole charade about wanting to
see a movie before one of us reluctantly agreed to go with the other. 

With Caitlin being on the pill, I pretty much presumed that I didn't
need to take precautions, when Caitlin told me that her period was
late, I didn't feel the need to worry, I had heard that things like
that could happen. Caitlin was more concerned that I was. 

Buying a pregnancy test kit, Caitlin did the test without telling me
then finally sat me down as I realised by the look on her face that
something was bothering her. 

A visit to the doctor finally confirmed the inevitable, by that time
Caitlin knew that I was pleased and felt a little happier. 

By Christmas morning, Caitlin's biggest concern wasn't being pregnant;
it was how we were going to tell our parents. As Caitlin helped Pauline
finish preparing Christmas dinner, I hinted to my dad that it was
Christmas day then asked if he I still got a "get out of jail free
card", my dad seemed curious but nodded. 

Sitting around the table, my dad gave his customary Christmas speech
before preparing to carve the turkey. 

"Eh dad, before you do it....Caitlin wants to say something" I said
watching Pauline look at Caitlin as she dropped her head then gasped
"I'm pregnant" 

"Caitlin, I thought we had talked about..." Pauline stopped as she sat
staring at Caitlin. 

"Pauline...don't blame her...it was my fault" I groaned as Pauline eyes
flashed to mine. 

"You mean....?" Pauline uttered in disbelief as I sat with my head held
high then admitted we both got carried away. 

Explaining that I had good job, I was almost finished my apprenticeship
and that I would take care of Caitlin and our child, Pauline sat
completely stunned. 

"You do realise what the neighbours are going to say?" my dad finally
asked as Pauline gave a horrified look then shook her head. 

"Let them think what they want....we don't care....we're happy, and I'd
hope you'd be happy for us" I said as Caitlin sat rather too quiet. 

Needless to say, most of that Christmas dinner was spent talking about
the ramifications of Caitlin falling pregnant to me. My dad and Pauline
had discussed marriage, sadly because of our actions; Pauline decided
that she wouldn't feel right marrying my dad given the circumstances. 

Last year Caitlin, little David and I went back to Salou for the first
time since then, Okay so maybe things have changed since then,
Caitlin's sex drive has taken a considerable dip, but I don't regret a
moment of it. 

Just walking about Salou brought back memories for Caitlin and I, for
the first time in six months, I watched as Caitlin cuddled into me then
finally gave me a look before crawling between my legs and giving me a
blowjob. 

Who says old memories can have a profound effect?

International Adventures: Melody Does Scotland

admin — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 09:18:56 +0000

I was on a tour through Scotland and the third night in we stopped at a
little town on the west coast called Ullapool.  Such a beautiful sleepy
little town, right on the water's edge, famous for its fish and chips.
Staying at a nearby hotel I was eager to see what nightlife was around
on a Monday night.  I had seen a sign on my way in advertising ‘mic
night' at The Argyle, so this is where I headed.  I walked into the pub
dressed in just jeans, black boots and fitted black knit jumper. It was
cool out and a clear moon-lit sky illuminated my walk. 

I headed straight to the bar, however, couldn't help but notice the
group of locals around the main table, all with their own instruments,
guitars, tambourines, shakers and bells.  They were singing folk songs,
and they sounded fantastic, not at all what I was expecting.  My eyes
in particular were drawn to one of the guitarists, he had long dark
brown hair, halfway down his back and a goatee. He wore jeans, white
shirt and boots and had a smile that would light up a room, which it
did.  He also had a fabulous voice which reverberated in my chest. 

I ordered my drink and sat down to enjoy the entertainment.  At first
they were playing and singing a lot of traditional Scottish songs, ones
that I did not know.  But as the night wore on and the crowd grew more
boisterous the songs became more recent and mainstream.  Everyone was
joining in at this stage, it was a true singalong!  Sitting at my table
just near the musicians, I also joined in and received several
acknowledging looks from the guitarist.  I kept wanting to catch his
eye and hold his stare, but he was too quick.  As the bell rang for
last drinks I resigned myself to the fact that it wasn't meant to be
and just sit back and enjoy the last few songs. 

The crowd started to break up and some of the musicians packed their
things and left.  My guitarist was still there, content to keep playing
and singing as long as someone was there to listen.  I gradually moved
around to his end of the table and by the end, it was just him and I
together.  By now I was holding his stare and we shared smiles while
singing familiar songs, in between which we introduced ourselves.  Now
my guitarist had a name, Steve. 

The bar had closed and the cleaning had finished, it was time to leave.
I walked out the back door with Steve while we shared stories about why
we were there, I was travelling around from Australia, he was a potter
from Glasgow.  We arrived at a cross-roads, I know I had to turn right
and Steve left.  It was now decision time, was anything going to happen
here?  I could feel a mutual attraction between us and the conversation
flowed so easily. 

Steve surprised me by asking if I liked cherries.  I loved cherries,
them being my favourite fruit and reminded me of fun family Christmases
back home.  So he grabbed my hand and we started walking left.  As we
walked we talked about everything and anything.  It was so refreshing
to find someone so easy to talk to and so easy to listen to.  In no
time at all, Steve stopped under a tree.  ‘Here, hold this' he said as
he handed me a small torch attached to his keyring, ‘now point it to
where I'm picking'.  We were under a cherry tree that was full and
heavy of the fruit.  We picked handfuls of cherries, eating and
spitting out just as many seeds.  No matter how many we ate there were
more to be picked!  Soon, Steve said we had plenty for our walk back
home and we headed off again.  I seemed to have more cherries than what
Steve ended up with and started feeding him the juicy fruit as we
walked along, the juice staining my fingers and dribbling down my hand. 

‘You're going to get that all over you.' Steve said, then took hold of
my hand and started licking my fingers clean.  The soft caress of his
tongue was enough to start my pussy throbbing, it had been too long
since I had felt the warmth of a man.  I hungrily watched as he licked
and sucked my fingers, then my palm, I couldn't take my eyes off his
tongue wishing it were elsewhere. 

He smiled at me then dropped my hand, ‘Come on, it's not far now' he
said and reluctantly I started walking again, keen to follow him
anywhere at this point.  Soon we were at his front door, crossing the
threshold.  Inside Steve led me to his lounge room and brought me
another drink. 

‘Would you like to hear another song?' he asked. I would love to be his
whole audience I told him, so he grabbed his guitar and started
strumming away.  I watched his hands, mesmerised by their rhythm and
his flexing muscles.  Surprisingly for a Scottish man, Steve was well
tanned, which was even more evident against his white tshirt.  I leaned
back in the lounge listening and watching him.  He smiled, I smiled,
who could resist a smile like that?  His eyes told me everything, he
was who he was, there was nothing to hide. 

After a couple of songs Steve put his guitar aside. ‘Do I finally get to
kiss you now?' he asked.  I smile again and sit up, leaning towards him
as my answer.  After a full night of fantasising our lips finally meet
for the first time, our tongues play and swirl with each other, like
dogs hunting for a scent.  It started soft and light, but gradually
growing more desperate and needing. I run my hands over his chest and
shoulders, imagining what they would look like naked.  Steve's hands
also ran over my back and up my neck, curling his fingers through my
hair.  I needed him so badly at this point and swung my leg around and
over his lap so I straddled him on the lounge.  I pressed into his
chest, my hands around the sides of his head and I kissed him
passionately with desire. 

Not even knowing me for 12 hours, Steve seemed to know exactly what I
needed, what turned me on.  He suddenly grabbed handfuls of my hair and
roughly pulled my head back so my throat was exposed to him and I was
looking up at the ceiling.  I moaned with delight as my breasts were
forced into him further still.  ‘Yeah, you like that baby?' he
whispered, and all I could do was moan again in ecstasy. He grabbed
again and pulled my head back further still, again forcing my breasts
into him but also causing my pussy to thrust against him.  I could feel
his hard cock through his jeans, which made my pussy throb even more
and start flowing.  God, how I needed him! 

Steve kissed my exposed neck, nibbling here and there with the
occasional nip causing me to squirm against him even more.  He made his
way down my neck to the neckline of my jumper, licking under the
material, always teasing.  I had to get these clothes off but I
couldn't move.  Steve still had one hand around my back pulling down on
my hair, but the other hand circled my waist drawing me into him harder
still, with his head buried in my breasts.  I rocked back and forth,
thrusting against his cock to try and release some of this pent-up
emotion in my pussy, but our jeans were just too thick. 

Steve suddenly picked me up and threw me back onto the lounge, this time
lying down on my back.  He was kneeling between my legs, staring down
at me.  ‘Did you want me from the moment you walked into the pub?' he
asked me as he started lifting my jumper up at the waist. 

‘oh, yes' I breathed ‘as soon as I looked into your eyes I knew it would
be you'.  He smiled and ripped my jumper off exposing my heaving
bra-enclosed breasts. 

‘And what did you want me to do to you once you had me?' Steve asked as
he licked and sucked his way down my stomach to my belt buckle. 

‘Everything and anything you wanted, I'm just in need of a good, hard
screw' I told him, thrusting my pussy up to meet his face. 

Steve pushed me back down by the stomach and had his hands around my
belt buckle, undoing it while looking me in the eye, with a teasing
smile on his face.  ‘So, anything you say?  You must be careful with
what you wish for!'  He busies himself with my button and fly, then
slowly removes my jeans over my boots.  ‘I think we'll leave these on
for now, that's my fantasy'.  I'm now only in my matching black lace
bra and thong with knee-high boots and loving his animalistic stare
taking in the sight.  I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter
under his stare, sure that he could see through my thong. 

Once his stare had been sated, Steve leans back over me from between my
legs, takes my hands and forces them up behind my head.  He kisses me
again on the lips, forcing his tongue into mine with a ferociousness
equal to that of a train into a tunnel, nothing can stop him, and
nothing would want to.  Steve takes both hands into one of his and the
other finds my bra cup and roughly pulls it aside to release my right
breast, nipple hardening against the cool night air.  He launches
himself at it, grabbing it in his mouth, tongue flicking at it to make
it harder still.  His teeth graze my flesh and lock onto my nipple,
pulling slightly away from me.  Pleasure and pain seem to shoot from my
nipple down into my pussy causing me to thrust sharply upwards and cry
out.  I hear him chuckle and move away so my thrust does not meet him,
teasing me evermore.  Still restraining my hands with his one, his
other hand moves on to my left bra cup and drags it away from my skin,
forcing  my breast out into the open.  He gets a surprise seeing my
piercing, then smiles at me stating ‘I knew you would like it rough
baby' before he latches on to my left breast sucking at my rock hard
nipple, pulling at my piercing with his teeth.  Again electric jolts
rush through my body as I thrust ever upwards needing attention on my
pussy. 

Suddenly Steve jumps off the lounge, picks me up and throws me over his
shoulder and carries me into his bedroom.  He throws me onto his bed
and straddles me so I cannot move.  We are in total darkness and I
cannot see a thing.  Steve has home court advantage and moves like a
cat in an alley.  Before I know it, he has both my hands handcuffed to
his bed and I am trapped. 

Now with both hands free Steve starts to explore my body, starting with
my shoulders, down my arms, back up to my breasts, one in each hand.
Sitting up, straddling me watching, staring.  My eyes are starting to
adjust to the dark now and I look up at him, totally under his command.
 He kneads my breasts, pinching my nipples as he watches me squirm and
eyes roll back, trying to thrust up into him but unable to move..  He
flicks at my nipples, which causes me to cry out in surprise, before
moaning in pleasure.  His hands trail further down my stomach and reach
my thong, finger tips teasing the skin underneath.  He runs his fingers
under the band around my stomach before stopping at the sides of my
waist.  He pulls my thong down slowly and over my boots while my legs
are straight up in the air.  He throws my thong away on the floor, then
parts my legs at the ankles and spreads them either side of him,
exposing my bald, wet engorged pussy and yet another piercing. 

‘My, my we are full of surprises!'  He traces his hands back up my legs,
over my thighs and up my stomach.  I am starting to breath deeply with
anticipation and desire.  He puts his whole weight on my shoulders and
stares into my eyes.  After what seems an eternity he again leans down
and kisses me hard and longingly. 

Pushing himself off me he kneels up and pulls his tshirt off over his
head.  In the dark shadows I can see the rest of him is just as
muscular as his arms are.  He moves backwards off the bed and while
holding my stare removes his jeans and boxers.  Finally I see him now
in all his glory, his hard cock as impressive as the rest of him,
springing up pointing at me, seemingly eager to see what awaits it. 

Steve again grabs my feet by the ankles, raises my legs up in the air
and spreads them.  I pull hard against my restraints in a futile effort
to get my hands onto his body, he merely laughs at my attempts.  My
breathing is getting deeper with anticipation as I watch him come
closer and closer until I can just feel the lightest touch of the tip
of his cock against my pussy, which was enough to get my juices flowing
even more.  Steve teases me by pushing his head into my pussy then
pulling out before fully penetrating me.  I was getting so frustrated,
but the anticipation was exhilarating. 

All the while Steve was laughing at me, he was enjoying watching my
frustration and desire grow by the second.  When he had tired of his
game instead of giving me what I so desperately wanted, he kept moving
further up my body until he had positioned his cock at my mouth.  I
eagerly opened my mouth and hungrily took him completely, licking,
sucking, nipping.  I was so sexually wound up I could satisfy myself
with anything at that stage. 

Steve grabbed the hair on top of my head and pushed my head back as he
thrust into my open mouth so that he had a great view of himself
penetrating me and could look me straight in the eye at the same time.
I struggled tokeep up with his thrusting and felt myself gag a couple
of times, but I think this just excited him even further.  I could feel
his body start to tense up as he came closer to coming.  He closed his
eyes and threw his head back, continuing to thrust all the while.  With
both hands he now grabbed my head and forced me to meet each of his
thrusts, forcing me to deep throat him.  He still had hand fulls of my
hair and pulled my head in all directions as he was completely taken
over by the moment. 

‘Oh, yes.   Yes, god, yes.  Suck it, suck it, harder. Oh fuck, yeah,
yeah, that's it!  Oh yeah, oh fuck, yeah Yeah, Yes Fuck God'  Steve
finally came, shooting his load into the back of my throat.  I had no
choice but to swallow the lot, not that I would have chosen it any
other way.  I had never been forced in such a way, and it totally
turned me on. I could feel myself wetter than I had ever been before. 

I kept sucking a while longer to clean Steve up, which only served to
make him hard again in minutes. 

‘Fuck me now, please. I can't stand anymore!'  I begged him.  He only
looked down at me and smiled smugly, but did start to move back down
the bed.  Again, he was down between my legs holding them open by my
ankles, straight up above the bed.  I was completely on show,
completely vulnerable.  I watched Steve's eyes travel over my naked
body, taking in every inch of me.  He slowly started to lick his way
down my right leg to the top of my thigh, before starting again at the
top of my left.  Again, reaching the top of my thigh, he moved closer
to my pussy, but never touching it.  He circled and teased me until I
couldn't stand it any longer.  When I thought I would die of
frustration I felt the first touch of his tongue on my clit, and his
breath against my wet slit.  His tongue was like a feather, barely
there.  He lightly passed his tongue all over me, never harder than the
first graze.  It was pleasure and pain all at once. I had never wanted
anyone so badly in my life and without any way of getting it, still
handcuffed to the bed. 

Suddenly, he dived straight in between my legs and forced his tongue as
far up me as he could.  It was such a shock my body couldn't handle the
amount of emotions that swam through my entire body.  My mind went
blank as I threw my head back and arched my back, thrusting my bare
breasts up into the dark room.  Without the use of my hands to hold his
head in place I wrapped my legs around steve and held him tight.  His
tongue quickly disappeared and he forced himself out of my embrace. 

‘I'm in charge here, do you understand?'  He said to me, the first words
Steve had uttered since cumming.  ‘You will not force me to do
anything.'  I nodded that I understood, just desperate to feel him
between my legs again.  Just to show me he meant what he said, Steve
gripped my nipples between his fingers and gave them both a tight
squeeze.  Pleasure and pain shot straight from nipples through my core
and down to my pussy.  Again I arched my back and thrust up with my
breasts, Steve just laughed, released me and slapped my left breast
before diving back down to my waiting pussy.  His hot breath was on my
just seconds before I felt his tongue once more slide into my waiting
hole, then start lapping at me, teasing my clit and playing with my
piercing.  I couldn't stop myself from thrusting down into his face to
increase the pressure on my clit, desperately wanting to cum. 

Steve then started to hum while applying his own pressure and the tingle
was like nothing I had ever experienced!!  It was like having a
vibrator, but so much better as there was also a tongue involved!  I
could feel my orgasm building and was bracing myself for the eruption
when Steve suddenly stopped. 

‘No!' I cried out. ‘You can't stop now!!!' 

Steve reached up and promptly slapped me across my left breast again
shooting another shot of pain through my body.  ‘What did I tell you?'
he asked me.  I whimpered in answer, slightly worried about who I've
gone home with, but honestly too horny to care. 

Steve then jumped up off the bed and walked out of his room, leaving me
restrained, helpless and wondering what the hell was going on. 

Steve finally came back with something in his hands.  He joined me once
again on the bed, kneeling over me.  He then showed me the scarf in his
hands.  ‘Because you can't be trusted, I'm going to blindfold you' he
told me. He tied the scarf around my eyes and everything went black.
I'm sure just for laughs he then grabbed and twisted my nipples again
to watch me squirm. 

Steve got back down between my legs and resumed teasing me, building me
up to near orgasm once again.  He hummed, licked, nipped, sucked and
pulled at me as I just got wetter and wetter.  I squirmed, bucked,
thrusted, moaned and rocked as he teased me no end.  Just when I
thought I was about to explode Steve moved away and left me high and
dry once more! 

Now that I couldn't see I had no idea  what he was up to, but I didn't
want to upset him again so just laid still, waiting.  I knew he was
still there on the bed and I could feel him moving around.  He was
inching his way closer, kneeling between my legs and I held my breath
waiting, anticipating for his cock to finally enter me.  I spread my
legs even wider and drew my knees up opening myself up completely to
him.  I thrust my pussy up to where I thought he would be, then I felt
his hands around my hips.  He massaged my hips for a moment, then
grabbed me roughly and pulled me down just as he thrust his rock hard
cock up into me.  We met with such a force that he bottomed out,
slapping his balls against my arse.  My breasts swung up and down with
our momentum.  Steve dug his hands deeper into my hips and fucked me
hard, pulling me down to meet every one of his thrusts.  I was crying
out with the pleasure of finally receiving the screw of my life, trying
to grab a breath each time Steve pulled out, only to be near-winded
again by each thrust in.  He pumped me and pumped me until I thought I
couldn't take any more when finally my building orgasm that had been
threatening for the past hour finally erupted and I screamed with
pleasure, gasping for breath until it had subsided.  I needed a break,
a rest to catch my breath, but Steve was having none of it.  He reached
up and slapped my breast again and again until I'm sure it was red with
his handprint outlined.  My nipple was stinging and my pussy was slowly
burning from his rough thrusting but still Steve didn't stop or even
slow down. He then grabbed my breasts in each hand and squeezed them as
hard as he could while continuing to pump me.  It was so tight my eyes
started to water beneath my blindfold and I was sure I would have
bruises in the morning.  Just asI thought Steve would go all night he
finally gave one more thrust deep inside me and held me there as his
body rocked with his second orgasm of the night. 

After I felt his last squirt pump into me, Steve pulled out and
collapsed on top of me.  He was covered in sweat and smelled of sex, a
combination that never fails to turn me on.  After his breathing
returned to normal Steve reached up and kissed me. 

‘I think I'll leave you restrained tonight, I'm not finished with you
yet'....

Fancy Spread for a Picnic

admin — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 09:18:17 +0000

FANCY SPREAD FOR A PICNIC 

Maggie Simpkins stood at her bedroom window, looking down at the street
outside.  She began to have second thoughts about what she was doing. 

Maggie had planned to go on a picnic in the park with Larry Helmer, her
boyfriend of some months, then to a movie in the evening with him.  But
Larry had called her before starting to drive over and she had
mentioned to him that her mother was about to leave and would not be
back until late at night.  Since her father was off on a week-long
trip, she was going to be alone in the house. 

Larry had talked her into having the picnic lunch on the kitchen table
and spending all day, at least until the movie, at home with him.
Maggie liked the idea of their being alone together, but she also had
doubts. 

Larry Helmer, on the other hand, did not have doubts, at least about
what he hoped for from this day.  What was going to happen was very
much up in the air, but the outcomes ranged from pleasant to incredibly
nice. 

On the one extreme, they would talk and relax together and neck with
each other until they left for the movie.   On the other... the necking
would lead to petting, and then to mutual undressing, until he had
spread Maggie's legs and climbed between them.  He would split the
hymen that she had protected for eighteen years and enter her body,
filling her with his erection until he brought her to an orgasm - or,
better yet, one after another, as the afternoon went on, and perhaps
the movie could be postponed in favor of seeing in their bodies could
peak together once more. 

Either would be satisfying, but one would be so in more ways. 

Larry thought about Maggie as he drove to her home and thought about
what he wanted to do to and with her.  He wanted to drive her too,
drive her to distraction with kisses, with his tongue against his
clitoris and in her labia, with his pistoning shaft in her body until
they both went into overdrive and he pumped her full. 

And Maggie had told him that the timing for the picnic was excellent,
since another day or so later she would not feel like going out at all,
because her period would have started and she was always grumpt and
short-tempered on the first day. 

This mean that if Larry succeeded in bedding this girl he might pump her
full of semen without an contraceptive and with no danger of making her
pregnant. 

Maggie Simpkins saw him drive up from her bedroom window and as he got
out of his car, she scurried down the steps and opened the door for
him. 

He shut the door behind him and took her into his arms, pressing her
body to his though she denied him a tongue-kiss, at least for the
moment.  They sat and talked on the sofa, and kissed a few more times.
About the fifth time she opened her lips for him, but when she broke it
off she suggested that they eat lunch. 

Larry Helmer was quite willing to let one hunger wait for a while in
favor of another.  But only for a while.  He wondered as he walked to
the kitchen how it would be to eat Maggie out, how she would taste as
his tongue lapped and plunged. And there was the matter of Maggie's
cherry... That would be very sweet to have, as he creamed inside her. 

As they ate the mixed fruit and then the sandwiches that Maggie had
prepared last night and drank the soda that Larry had brought, Larry
wondered if Maggie would have been more relaxed out in the open.
Probably not, he decided,  She should feel more at home in her home,
for all that the two of them were alone together for so long. 

Maggie herself was wondering exactly how she felt.  She was glad of the
chance to take a break from the kisses, especially the deep kisses,
that she had shared with Larrry.  But on the other hand, she wanted to
go back to them.  He was giving her body sensations stronger that she 

had ever gotten from a boy before. 

Larry pulled out as they finished the food a bottle of fortified wine
which he had convinced a store that he was old enough to buy.  Maggie
had almost never touched even ordinary wine, so it was unlikely that
she would have known that this bottle had extra alcohol injected, even
if she had looked at the label, which she did not. 

She had only a weak resistance to Larry before that lunch, and the
fortified wine reduced it further. 

It did not take very long before they were indeed getting inside each
other's mouths.  Larry Helmer put his hand inside Maggie Simpkins'
blouse within minutes and then moved the left bra-cup aside. 

His hand went around her breast and his fingers pressed the sides of her
nipples.  He twisted that slightly and she moaned into his mouth.  His
forefinger lifted and and rubbed the end of her little nub until Maggie
squirmed in his arms, and arched her back toward him.  That action gave
him a vision of her body arching again, then time as she approached
orgasm under him and she tried to force more of his erection into her.
He raised his head to lick the nipple and blow upon it to make her cry
out. 

Larry had never gotten her to go this far with him before, and he was
now sure that he was going to go all the way with her today.   He was
sure that he would soon have her deeply impaled on his spear of flesh
and gasping and screaming in ecstasy as he drove in over and over. 

But there was some distance yet to go.  One floor perhaps. 

"If we were off in the picnic ground, we would be spread out on a
blanket," we whispered to her, ignoring that they would probably not be
half-naked now. 

"I don't know about lying on this carpet," she replied. 

"No, someone might look in the window.  Nut we could lie down on your
bed." 

It seemed to Maggie that there was some reason that they should not, but
either her body was too aroused to let her remember why, or it was too
aroused to allow her to care.  Of course the fortified wine did not
help. 

They walked up the stairs together, his arm around her and her stomach
still exposed.  Her mind was in a muddle, between Larry's experienced
arousal and the wine. 

When they entered Maggie's bedroom, she paused for a moment to look out
of her window again and thought back to how she had wodered if she had
done the right thing in staying alone in the house with Larry. 

But she did not get to dwell on that.  Larry came up behind her and put
his arms about her waist, at the same time bending down to nuzzle her
neck.  As she whimpered with the sensation, he moved his left hand up
to cup her breasts and his right hand to press between her legs. 

When he bent Maggie back to deliver another deep kiss, his right hand
came up, then down, to slide under the waistband of her loose jeans and
into her panties, where one finger found her labia to pass between them
and in. 

Maggie had done this to herself many times, especially lately as she lay
alone in bed and thought about Larry, but to have it done to her like
this was far more wild and uncontrolled and powerful.  She sagged in
his arms. 

Larry drew her back now and lay her across her bed, to lie beside her,
kicking his shoes off.  Many times in the last half-dozen years Maggie
had fantasized about having one boy or another of her acquaintance -
always Larry in recent times - join her there, and now she was face to
face and side to side - perhaps soon gasping beneath - the reality. 

That particular mass of teenage hormones leaned over her as she lay on
her back, and kissed her mouth, at the same time undoing the buttons of
her blouse.  As it was uncovered, he raised her left bra-cup from where
it had slid back down, then lifted the other before raising her body to
get at the fastening in the middle of her back. 

He pressed her body to his, pushing the buttons of her hard nipples back
into the flesh of her breasts.   When he lifted up and began to remove
his shirt, Maggie eagerly if shyly helped him.  His young body had only
a few chest-hairs, but she made the most of them against her sensitive
skin when she drew him back. 

This time her arms held him until they were both weak and out of breath.
 But soon after they broke away and lay in each other's arms, Larry's
hand descended to the snap at her jeans-top. 

He popped it - thinking of how he hoped to soon pop the membrane of her
maidenhead - and began to slide the zipper of her fly down.  When Larry
reached the bottom, he lifted her hips and tugged on her jeans until
they were bunched at her loafers.  Shoes and jeans came off together,
leaving her in only a blouse, white panties and open bra. 

Maggie sat up now and the first and third of those fell to her bedroom
floor. She rolled over further to open his belt and pants and help to
remove his pants. He wore shorts beneath them, red with white dots, and
a large bulge was very visible and almost through the opening. 

Her hand went through the opening and rasped in her fingers what he
hoped she would soon grasp in her vaginal-- ex-virginal-- walls.  She
had never in her life done the first, and certainly never the second. 

They returned to kissing, and exploring each other, with so much more to
easily explore.  His fingers caressed the curve of her hips, back and
forth, slowly moving closer to the boundary of her only remaining
clothing and raising her anticipation and heartbeat together.  Larry's
hand went into her panties again, and his tongue was buried in her
mouth when he brought her to orgasm with his hand, her first by a hand
other than her own. 

He let Maggie rest a little, then leaned over her and nudged her legs
apart, to lie between them.  He kissed around her cheeks and forehead
and neck, pressing his chest to her breasts and his groin to her loins,
slowly pumping his hips in blatant imitation of intercourse.  He
carefully aroused her body again and kept her that way, always close to
another climax but somehow not reaching it. 

Larry moved down her body, first to pay lip-service (and tongue-service,
and a little tooth-service) to her proud little breasts and their
raised nipples. 

He moved further down, to pull down the white cotton panties that were
all that she now wore.  She gasped as she felt sure that she was about
to be opened and filled by the long hard manhood of Larry Helmer. 

She was wrong, at least for the moment. 

When she was naked and her legs were spread wide open. Larry bent down
and kissed her, but not on or near her face.  Maggie had heard of this
being done but not considered that Larry might do it to her. 

His lips and tongue ranged to and around her labia and clitoris, up into
her vaginal opening, and working the little man and spreading her open.
 This time he did not hold back from sending Maggie over the top, and
she cried out in ecstasy. 

He let her rest again, then whispered:  "Are you ready to go all the way
with me?   It will be much better than what we have done before." 

"Much better?  I don't know if I can stand it.  But yes, I want it; I
want you, I want you in me." 

He reached into his pants to remove a foil packet, then removed his
shorts. 

"You told me that your period is due to start very soon, but if you want
we can use a condom anyway," he said. 

"No, I guess not," she replied.  "I want to know what it feels like to,
to have you shoot into me." 

"I'm told it adds to the experience," Larry said. 

As Larry lay over her, his left arm raised her head to meet his lips and
his right hand went to line up his erection with the line between her
labia.  While he had licked away much of her secretions, there was more
than enough left for the needed lubrication. 

He slid in gently and retreated.  He slid in further with each stroke,
until he touched for the third time the barrier that he had expected
and now wanted to claim.  Then he jerked his hips, she gave a cry, and
it was done. 

After that he became gentle again, until he felt the contractions begin
that should that the teenage girl whom he had so recently deflowered
was drawing near to her third orgasm of the day and her first ever when
she stuffed with hard hot meat. Then he sped up so that when she camped
down hard on his shaft it would at the same moment be expending to pump
hot semen into her. 

She cried out as she peaked, arching her body and pulling on his, trying
to force him a fraction more deeply into her and he lunged down as far
as he could. 

They rested now longer than before, and when they kissed and began to
fondle each other, Maggie said, "I think I want to take a shower." 

"Could I join you?  I'm sure there is room, and I v=could make it more
interesting." 

"Oh, certainly interesting.  But I am not sure how much interest I am
capable right now." 

"We can see, and we can certainly look." 

As Maggie sat up, she looked down at Larry's loins and saw a little red
on the end of his penis. 

"Is... that from me?" she asked. 

"Very definitely.  You are a woman now.  I hope it did not hurt too
much, and that it doesn't hurt now." 

"No.  And it doesn't.  Though I will admit I feel like I've been
exercising, except that I feel really good, really happy." 

"Maybe I am more interested than I thought." 

She took Larry's hand and they walked to the bathroom together, nude. 

Maggie set the flow of water for the shower, but before they stepped in
she bent over and kissed the head of his penis. 

"Since that has claimed me, I claim the right to kiss my blood off," she
said as she straightened up. 

"Freely given," he replied. 

As they entered the falling water, she took a washcloth and soap and
cleansed his genitals, though it would be only fair to note that she
spent more time and stroking and soap than was strictly needed.  But
then there was more to wash by the time she finished. 

Larry put his arms around her and put his tongue past her lips.  She
cooperated enthusiastically, leaning into him, and the tube of flesh
that soon poked her belly caused her to turn slightly aside to allow
her hand to reach between them. 

As she applied more soap to let that hand slide more easily, one of his
hands touched Maggie between her legs.  He rubbed her there and gently
squeezed, soon putting a finger into her, then two, then spreading them
apart. 

"Oh, God, if you keep that up I won't be able to take it," she cried. 

"You don't have to take it," he replied, "I can just take you again.  I
would be happy to." 

She stepped back and squatted down.  She took his shaft into her hand
again and bent her head to the end of it.  She had clearly never done
this, but her willingness to do it meant more than what long experience
might mean. 

Larry had not expected this from Maggie for a long time if ever.  He
wondered if she had seen this done in photos or perhaps a videotape or
DVD, since she used her tongue and lips well, rather than trying to do
nothing but suck on him. 

Maggie was certainly good enough at this that Larry soon had to reach
down and tug her under the arms for her to stand.  He gave her a deep
kiss again and this time his hand did noy touch her groin but his, and
he placed the length of his rod between her legs. 

It pressed upward against her labia, and if the sensation was less
intense than what his hand had done, it was more arousing because of
what it was.  She knew that with a small shift of their bodies she
would be impaled and filled by his broad invader. 

He moved his hips slightly back and forth and he found and stayed in the
crease of her labia.  She was now thoroughly wet both within and
without and his erection was wet from her juices. 

The touch of his hands under her breasts and on her nipples made things
worse for her.  When the contact between her legs was broken, the
relief was only for a moment as he stooped. 

Larry's hand touched her labia again and spread them open, then she felt
something large and smooth aand at blood heat between them.  He leaned
back on the shower wall and lifted her leg a little, then stood up
completely and with a little adjustment he was fully inserted within
her body. 

Inserted to the point that with standing on one foot she could move up
and down only with Larry's help, and he stayed still.  The sexual
tension became unbearable and Maggie cried out almost in pain. 

He bent and lifted her and turned off the water with a jerk.  They moved
quickly back to her bedroom where she flopped down across the sheet and
he hooked into her with one violent thrust. 

It was a good thing they were already close to an explosion of passion,
or they might have injured themselves. 

Hours later, the couple made love a third time, with no thought of the
movie they had planned on.  For months afterward they took every
opportunity to share a blanket in some shadowed wooded place, and
sometimes in the back of his car.

Instructing Adam

admin — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 08:55:54 +0000

Cindy Smith blinked at the screen and her blood came to a slow boil. Her
website had been on the fritz for a week now. And her requests thus far
had been ignored. 

Until this little gem had just popped into her inbox. 

To: superauthorcindy@mail.com From: Adam 

Your website seems to be running fine. 

Her cat Gizmo hopped up into her lap and started mooking. Kneading
biscuits some people called it, Cindy called it heaven. A free massage
from Gizmo usually made her feel better. Not today. 

She continued staring at the screen trying to figure out what part of
'broken' the tech support guy didn't understand. Maybe it was the B.
Second letter of the alphabet, surely he'd learned that in school. On
the other hand, perhaps it was the R. Maybe the O. 

Gizmo continued mooking and Cindy's frown deepened. 

Yet again, she clicked reply. Giving the tech support guy, Adam, as much
information as she had. She stressed that this was her business, her
number one promotional tool. She was speaking at a conference day after
tomorrow and her website had to be working flawlessly. 

She hit send and waited. And waited some more. Gizmo gave both legs a
massage and then gave up. Glancing at the Garfield clock on the wall
she saw an hour had passed. She checked her inbox again. No new
message. 

No surprise. 

It had taken three days to get the first response anyway. 

She pushed away from her desk, grabbed her empty Diet Dr. Pepper cans
and headed for the kitchen. If this was one of her books she could
simply find a way to torture the tech support guy until he did what she
wanted. A sinister smile curved her lips as she tossed the cans into
the recycling bin. 

Gizmo circled the ceramic food dish and gave a delicate little meow. 

"I know," she said with a sigh, looking down at the orange and white
fuzzball. "You're hungry. So am I." 

Except she wanted blood. Figuratively of course. 

Cindy filled Gizmo's bowl and then headed for her bedroom. She still had
to pack for her trip. And find her flight information. A great suit was
what she needed to knock people's socks off. And of course, matching
shoes. The devil was in the details as they say and with a whole room
of people staring at her, it was important to get her details right. 

Reaching into her closet her hand closed around a hanger and pulled it
out. Her red power suit hung from the wooden triangle like battle gear. 

Nodding in satisfaction she hung it on the closet door and dove back in
for shoes. Something red. Something tall. Something stellar. 

She came nose to nose with a sexy red satin stiletto. Perfect. Now for
the other one... 

Stalking the shoe she tossed things over her shoulder, swearing to
herself that she would organize her closet when she got home from the
conference. 

"Meow!" Glancing over her shoulder she saw Gizmo dodging shoes and
making her way to the door. 

"Sorry," she called, her gaze landing on a black leather whip. She'd
forgotten she even had it. It had been a prop for a Halloween costume
several years ago... not to mention feisty nights in the bedroom.
Forgetting the shoe, she picked up the whip and smiled. 

*** 

Pushing aside her apprehension, Cindy stalked up to the door of her
hosting company. The hot Las Vegas sun threatened to melt her on the
spot but her anger fueled an even hotter flame. Dressed in her Habanero
hot power suit, her sinful strappy heels crunched the cement. 

Swinging open the door a burst of cold air hit her, freezing the
perspiration on her forehead. The small reception area wasn't what
she'd expected. It was rather dingy and unwelcoming, but she supposed
they didn't have many clients show up to tour the facilities. Or demand
the time of day from the support staff. 

A mousy haired woman sat behind a desk, her computer screen reflecting
off of her round glasses. 

"I'm here to see Adam," Cindy said, clasping her hands in front of her. 

The receptionist looked at her wide eyed. 

"I hear it's his birthday," she continued in a whisper. "If you'll just
tell me where to find him, I'd be so grateful," Cindy said, her voice
oozing southern charm. 

"Last office on the right," the woman said and pointed to the hallway at
her left. 

Cindy gave her a bright smile and marched down the hallway. Without
knocking, she stepped through the doorway. A wirey man with dark brown
hair sat behind the desk his fingers hovering above the keyboard. 

He turned his bright blue gaze on her and did a double take. 

"Hello, Adam." 

He spun his chair to face her then and she closed the door. 

"Can I help you?" 

She took a moment to look him over. He wasn't what she'd expected. He
was cute, in a geeky almost boyish sort of way. Actually looked a lot
like the Mac guy from the TV commercials. 

He wore a simple T-shirt that showed off a flat chest and stomach. Not
an ounce of fat on him, she'd bet. The navy bands at the end of the
shirt sleeves drew her attention to corded muscle and toned arms.
Ragged jeans and Birkenstock's finished off his outfit. 

"I certainly hope so," she said, lowering her voice to a husky murmur.
Stepping across the room she dropped her purse onto his desk and then
slid a hand along the back of his chair. He stared at her wide eyed, as
if unsure what to say or do. "I have this problem, you see." She walked
her fingertips down his arm and then rubbed a fingertip back and forth
across the vein at his wrist. She could feel his pulse leap at her
touch. 

This might be more fun than she'd thought. She could get her revenge and
her jollies. After all, this was Sin City. 

Settling herself against his desk, she crossed her legs showing off a
healthy dose of skin. "I've heard reports... well reports that you and
your fellow customer services reps aren't doing your jobs very well."
She held up her hand when he started to deny the claims and reached
into her purse. She handed him a folded wad of papers. "It's all right
there. All the complaints on several web hosting review sites." 

He opened the papers and glanced over them. She unrolled a length of
bondage tape and leaned forward. His gaze snapped to her cleavage and
she used that to her advantage. Quickly, she pushed one wrist down
against the arm rest and secured it with the tape. "What are you
doing?" 

"Teaching you how to do your job, Adam." She secured his other wrist and
the papers fell to the floor. 

She stood up and went to lock the door. The bolt sliding home sounded
rather loud in the quiet space. She let her eyes rake over the messy
room with its boring gray walls and then settle on him. He was
frowning. 

"It seems that you've been a very... bad... boy." Slowly she unbuttoned
the suit jacket, watching his eyes follow her progress. His frown
diminished slightly. 

"Is this a joke? Did the guys put you up to this?" he asked, looking
rather pleased at the idea. She supposed a strip tease was as common in
Vegas as a drive through wedding. "No joke." When she slipped the red
silk from her shoulders and draped it over the desk his jaw had dropped
a little. 

"Like it?" she asked, trailing her fingers over the appliqué trim of her
red and black corset. He nodded. She watched his Adam's apple bob as he
swallowed. 

"Good. Here's the thing. You've been a little slack with your duties."
She pulled the hair band from her wrist and pulled her hair back in a
casual pony tale at the nape of her neck. He licked his lips, out of
nervousness or lust she wasn't sure. But she knew she had his
attention. 

"Let's let the lessons begin, shall we." Reaching over her shoulder she
pulled the whip out of the corset, the movement of the leather against
her skin made her shiver. "Answering emails in a timely fashion is part
of your job." 

His eyes went round as saucers. 

"What the hell are you doing lady?" His voice was a mixture of
irritation and fear. 

"Oh don't make me gag you," she warned and stood right in front of him,
her stance wide. "I really don't want to hurt you. I just want to make
you see that when you don't answer your email..." she trailed off and
leaned against the desk. She let her foot snake between his legs,
rubbing up and down. 

"I do answer my email," he ground out and she could tell he was fighting
to not be turned on. He started to struggle against his bonds but her
gentle prodding had his legs spreading. She put the toe of her shoe on
the chair right in front of his crotch. 

"But it takes you days, Adam. Days. You claim to offer support twenty
four hours a day, seven days a week. And yet it takes you days to
answer an email. How accurate is that?" she asked innocently crossing
her arms over her chest, letting the whip dangle from her fingers. 

He didn't answer. Probably because there was no answer except for the
truth and he evidently wasn't ready to give it up just yet. 

She slapped the whip against the desk and he jerked back in his seat. 

"I'm not joking Adam. That's false advertising, darlin. It'd be like me
coming in here and telling you I'm gonna suck your cock until you can't
see straight. But then I leave and you've still got a hard on and your
jeans aren't even unzipped." 

He choked on his own breath and she could see her words affecting him.
Saw the evidence of his desire tenting beneath the well worn fabric of
his jeans. 

"Now that just wouldn't be fair, would it?" she asked, a perfectly
shaped eyebrow arching up as she waited for his answer. 

"No," he said, sounding hoarse. "No, it wouldn't be." 

"No. It wouldn't be," she agreed. 

"Are you going to?" he asked breathlessly, his voice full of hope and
disbelief. 

She ignored his question and removed her foot from the chair. She
replaced it with the whip. "On a scale of one to ten, how helpful would
you say you are to your clients, Adam?" 

He visibly gulped. 

Men and their balls, Cindy thought, trying to keep her look placid. It
wasn't until you had their precious boys in a vice grip that they
started paying attention. Or in this case, at the end of a whip. 

She tapped the fingers of her other hand against the desk and glanced
down that the colorful sticky notes dotting the surface. He had Dilbert
comics taped to the wall and a stuffed animal in the shape of a fat
penguin next to his monitor. When she looked at his monitor she was
shocked to see her latest book cover staring back at her. The
bookstore's shopping cart indicated he had 3 items waiting to checkout. 

"I'm waiting Adam. On a scale of one to ten. Ten being the best." She
gave him a saucy smile and hoped it would unnerve him further. 

"I—I don't know." 

"I'll tell you how helpful I find your support," she said the last word
with great disdain. "I think you get a single point for bothering to
return my email. Otherwise, you haven't been very helpful." 

He stared down at the whip between his thighs as if trying to move it
away with his mind. She smacked the end of it against the chair,
leather hitting leather. 

"Jesus--" 

"What do you have to say for yourself?" 

"Nothing. I--" 

"Don't do your job." 

He glanced at the clock on the wall and back at her. 

"Listen, I have a--" 

"Girlfriend? Not a wife," she said glancing at his left hand. "Does she
know you rip off your clients. That you take their money, claiming to
offer support and then fall down on your end of the bargain? You have a
great uptime, I'll give you that," she said, running the end of the
whip over the ridge in his jeans. His cock lept at the touch and she
felt the movement all the way up the whip and through the handle. 

"I don't have a girlfriend." 

"Fiancé? Don't worry, I'm not going to tell." 

"No," he bit out and looked at the clock again. 

"You don't like my company?" she asked with a pout, doing her best to
look injured. 

"I have a meeting." 

"Well, then. I think you're going to be a little late." 

"What do you want?" he asked. He looked desperate. And horny. And
nervous. 

"I've told you what I want, Adam. Better service. Support, since I am
paying for support. 

Your customers aren't experts," she told him and stood up. He looked up
at her, watching her, watching the whip. 

She circled around behind his chair trailing a hand over his shoulder.
Holy moly, he was built. Who would've guessed. She felt an odd little
tremor in her stomach, something akin to excitement. 

"We're not experts, but you are. We rely on your expertise, darlin. When
we tell you we have a problem, we're not writing to you for our
health." Her hand trailed down over his chest, the fabric of his
T-shirt soft against her palm. She leaned in close and whispered in his
ear. "We need you. We need your help." 

He groaned as her hand roamed lower. Just like she'd suspected, not an
ounce of fat on him. He reminded her of a young stallion. Taunt,
frisky, raring to go. 

Pulling her hand away she glanced back at the monitor. 

"Is this what you do instead of helping your clients?" 

"No. That's personal." His fingers flexed in an effort to reach the
mouse. 

She made a tsking sound. 

"It looks a little racy. Do you like racy, Adam?" She sat the whip on
the desk next to him and wrapped both arms around his neck. "Does your
boss know?" 

"I said it's private." 

"Looking up porn on company time... not looking so good on your record,
handsome." 

"It's not porn," he denied. 

He was defending her work? She fought back a laugh. This was priceless.
He wouldn't help her keep her website running but he'd get his rocks
off reading her books. Priceless. Priceless. Priceless. 

"Well let's see," she said and settled herself in his lap. His erection
was hard against her hip. 

"You poor thing. I bet that's uncomfortable." 

"It is," he told, frowning again. She could see his jaw working, almost
hear his teeth grinding together. 

"Let's see." She gripped the mouse and scrolled down the page. As she
was doing so a little box popped up announcing his latest incoming
emails. "Well, would you look at that. There's incoming mail. You know
I feel really bad about detaining you. But it's not like you'd answer
them anyway. At least not for another two or three days, right?" 

"Look Lady--" 

"Oh, you can call me Athena," she said turning to look at him, the name
spilling from her lips. "I totally forgot to introduce myself. That
wasn't polite." She gave him a cheeky grin and he glowered at her. 

"Athena..." he said, obviously trying to keep his tone level. "I don't
know who the hell you are--" 

"I just told you." 

"But I'm only following the orders my boss gave me." 

"And what orders were those, sugar?" 

"My boss wants us to close as many support tickets as possible. As
quickly as possible." 

"And you do that by ignoring people's questions for days on end?" She
cocked her head to the right and stared him down. 

He glanced away first. "He thinks that people will get frustrated and go
away." 

"Does it look like I'm going away?" 

His blue eyes searched hers and then continued their tour downwards,
hovering at the cleavage that left little to the imagination and then
lower where her long legs tangled with his. Her skirt was hiked way up
giving him a great view of her creamy thighs. 

"No. It doesn't." 

"That's right. I'm not. I want you to answer your email. And I want you
to fix people's problems. And I want you to do it with a smile on your
face." She shoved her fingers through the dark locks of his hair. "Got
it?" 

"With a smile on my face?" he asked, his lips forming a heart stopping
grin. She felt the tremor between her pelvis turn into an all out
earthquake that threatened to snap her backbone. 

"Just like that," she whispered, her lips hovering inches from his. They
stared at each other, neither saying a word. She was afraid to even
breathe. 

Was it a dream? A crazy fantasy gone wild? 

No. She was supposed to be teaching this man a lesson. Showing him
exactly what she expected. But all she could think about at this moment
was how warm he was in this cold box of a room. How hard his cock was
beneath her hip. Just how much she was dying to kiss him. 

She hadn't expected chemistry. 

"A question..." he murmured, staring at her lips. 

She arched a brow. "What?" Her voice was husky and soft like the finest
cotton. 

"Do you have a boyfriend?" 

"No." She answered without hesitation and had half a second to close her
eyes before he closed the distance between them. 

Their lips met in a tentative kiss, neither really moving. Shock zoomed
through her at the brief contact. It was so soft, so sweet. Almost like
a dream. She could scarcely believe she was locking lips with Adam, the
web hosting jerk who wouldn't answer her emails. But there was nothing
jerky about him right now. 

She slipped her arms around his neck and began kissing him in earnest.
Giving. Taking. Skimming her lips over his until she'd memorizing the
feel of him. He was tender and passionate at the same time. The
combination caused her pussy to flood with moisture. Who was she
kidding, she'd been wet the moment she sat in his lap. 

He nudged her lips apart with his tongue and explored her mouth. Her own
tongue danced around his, eventually dipping between his lips. He
tasted like bubble gum. She smiled against his lips. 

Somehow she'd lost control of the situation. It must have been that
smile. But when he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled on
it with his teeth she forgot all about being in control and focused on
losing it. 

When she came up for air minutes later she was gasping for breath. He
seemed to have no such problem as he trailed kisses down her jaw and
further still. The tender skin of her neck tingled under his lips and
her nipples beaded against the satin fabric of the corset. 

She let her head fall back giving him better access. He didn't need
prodding. His tongue swirled across her skin, over the tops of her
breasts. His fingers tangled in her pony tail pulling her head back
further. To her surprise her nipples popped free of their binding and
the cold air engulfed them. But not for long. 

He moaned against one and sucked it into his mouth. She gasped at the
pleasure of it and scraped her nails over his scalp. He laved his
tongue over the tender peak, bathing it in his warmth. His teeth grazed
over her breast, nibbled the pink tip until she cried out. The pleasure
mixed with pain and covered her skin with a feverish fire. Desire
pooled low in her belly and her stomach gave an excited flip flop. 

Cindy could tell the strip of fabric between her thighs was soaked
through. She wanted him to feel it. Wanted him to know what he was
doing to her. 

"I think I was wrong," she said, holding on to his shoulders. 

"About?" he asked, his mouth muffled against her other breast. 

"You're a very good boy." 

He let her nipple pop from his mouth and pegged her with a cerulean
glare. 

"I'm not a boy, babe." 

She smiled down at him and gave her hips a little shimmy. He groaned. 

"Untie me. Now." 

"Not yet. I want to make sure you're all man," she whispered in his ear
and then slithered down his body. His T-shirt was soft against her
nipples, like he'd washed it a thousand times in Downy. Quickly she
unbuttoned his jeans and slid down the zipper. 

Reaching inside the warm tent her hand closed around his cock. He
shivered against her palm. 

"You're freezing," he muttered. 

"Sorry. Maybe I can warm you up." 

She pulled his cock out of the warm cocoon and ran her hand up and down
the steel-like length. He was surprisingly long. And thick enough that
her fingertips barely touched. 

His phone gave a shrill ring. 

She looked up through her lashes at him and massaged the sweet spot just
below the head of his cock with her thumb. His hips jerked forward. "I
guess you'll just have to ignore it," she murmured and replaced her
thumb with her tongue. His skin was hot like freshly brewed coffee,
salty and silky soft. 

"They're going to come knocking." She loved how breathless he sounded.
So close to loosing control already. 

"Then perhaps you should tell them you're tied up at the moment." The
corner of her mouth tugged up and she reached over to press the speaker
phone button. 

"Adam, where are you?" 

She sucked his cock into her mouth and held on tight. 

"I'm ah—I'm a little tied up. I'll be there soon." 

Bracing her hands against his thighs she let him slip from her lips.
Staring up at him, she stuck her tongue out and curled it back and
forth just to tease him. His breath caught and he looked frantically
between her and the phone. She pressed her mouth against his leg to
keep from laughing. 

"I've got to go, Richard." 

She gave his thigh a playful nip and then straightened to press the
speaker phone button again. "Nicely done." 

"Untie me, Athena." 

"Not yet, handsome. I still have some teasing to do." She let her
fingers walk up his legs until they reached the flat plane of his
stomach. Pushing the material up she saw an incredible tattoo just
above his boxers. 

"What's this?" She traced the crisp black ink with her fingertip,
enjoying the way he shivered at her touch. Fought his bonds. 

"Celtic knots." 

Talk about sexy. 

"Mmm... I like." She let her hands run up over his abs to his chest and
back down again. The coarse hairs tickled her palms and she couldn't
help but smile. He sucked in a deep breath and his cock bobbed in front
of her face. 

"Frisky, aren't you." 

"You're killing me." His muscles and tendons bunched in a delicious
attempt to free his wrists. But the tape held tight. Maybe she
shouldn't torture him so. 

"Have you learned your lesson yet, Adam?" 

He nodded quickly, eagerly. 

"When you get a support ticket..." she prompted. 

"I'll answer it as soon as possible." 

"Good answer," she said wrapped her lips around his cock again, letting
her tongue trace the veins that pulsed there. She sucked him like a
lolly pop enjoying the way he shivered and moaned. Bracing her hands
against his thighs again she let her head bob up and down in his lap. 

"Ohmygod." He groaned low in his throat and the sound was music to her
ears. When she peeked up at him from behind her lashes his eyes were
closed, his face a vision of ecstasy. Not wanting to let him come, she
let her teeth scrape gently against his delicate skin as she pulled
back. 

"And if a client asks for help..." she prompted. 

"I'll help them fix the problem." His head was tipped back against the
chair and she wondered what he was thinking. "And I'll do it with a
smile." He looked at her then, a smile hovering over his lips. What
would it take to make it a full-on grin? 

She shouldn't be wondering about that. It shouldn't matter. 

"You have learned your lesson. Scissors?" She straightened, slightly
afraid of what would happen when she cut away the tape. 

"There. On the desk." He nodded to the container of pens at the corner. 

She leaned across the paper strewn surface, no doubt giving him an eye
full of naked thigh and everything in between them. Now was not the
time to go all soft on him. She had to keep her bravado up. 

"You've been a good student," she said, leaning forward. "And now you're
free," she murmured, snipping the tape. 

He rubbed his wrists and glanced at her warily as she threw the tape in
the trashcan. She gathered her whip and stood, then smiled down at him. 

"I'll leave you to your reading." He made no move to zip his pants,
instead he stood. They were eye to eye. A mysterious half smile hovered
on his lips. 

"We're not done yet, baby." His hands closed around her waist and he
jerked her against him. She couldn't help but love his strength, love
the feel of him against her. Hard lean muscle. His cock nestled between
them. Her pussy throbbed with need... an overwhelming desire to wrap
around him and ride him until neither one of them could breath, much
less move. 

Strong fingers molded against her ass and the other cradled the back of
her head. He kissed her slowly. It was a thorough investigation. Hot,
wet, and completely wicked. She slid a foot up the outside of his leg,
reveling in the way he pressed his hips against hers. Up and down his
hands rubbed against her, pushing her against him, holding her there.
She reached between them and stroked his cock. It must have been all
the encouragement he needed. 

The next thing she knew she was laying across his desk, his hands
pushing up her skirt. 

"I see you're going for extra credit." 

"I was always a good student." He gave her that heart stopping grin
again and then pulled the wisp of a thong down her legs. 

"There's a treat for you in my purse," she said, unable to stop her
hands from sliding across her bare mound. He licked his lips and this
time she knew what that little action meant. She stared pointedly at
his raging hard on and he reached for her purse. 

Quick seconds later he'd found the little foil packet and sheathed
himself. When he stepped between her thighs again she held up a hand. 

"Take off your shirt." 

"Gladly," he said, tossing it behind him. 

Then he looked at her... long and slow. Her skin heated under his blue
gaze and she let her eyes do the same to him. Her mouth watered as he
bent over her and pulled her ass to the edge of the desk. Papers
shuffled beneath her but she didn't care. 

He slid both hands up her stomach and cupped her breasts. Then his lips
joined his fingers and it was her turn to moan. The man had talented
hands. Slightly rough from tapping away at the keyboard all day, but oh
so strong and swift. 

She felt the tip of his penis slid against the creamy opening between
her legs. Up and down, he rubbed against her. Teasing her. Torturing
her. Every so often he'd hit her clit and her hips would tilt forward. 

Her breath came in short pants and she decided she'd had enough
foreplay. Enough teasing. Running her fingers through his hair, she
pulled him forward. 

"Fuck me already," she ordered, desperate to feel him inside her. 

"Maybe I should tie you down and return the favor." 

"Don't even think about it," she said in her sassiest voice. 

"I couldn't wait that long anyway," he murmured against her throat as he
thrust forward. 

The long hard length of him filled her up, stretching her. 

"Oh my god... oh." His weight pressed her into the hard surface of the
desk, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feel of his
glorious cock buried inside her. 

She tipped her head back, letting the sensations wash over her. He
continued kissing her neck, his breath tickling her skin. When he began
the slow rhythm of thrusting in and out she wrapped her legs around his
hips and locked her fingers over the edge of the desk. 

"You feel so damn good," he uttered against her cheek, his hands
cradling her head. 

"You do too." The friction was delicious. Skin meeting skin. The soft
dusting of hair on his chest rubbing against her nipples. The five
o'clock shadow rubbing against her cheek as he panted into her ear.
Everything sent happy signals straight to her core. Swirling there,
tightening until she knew she was going to come. 

Faster and faster he thrust, the sounds of their love making bounced off
the walls. Grunts and groans, papers sliding off the desk. 

"Yes. Oh, yes," she cried, feeling the tantalizing pressure mount deep
inside. "So close." 

She turned her face to his, noticing a fine sheen of sweat covering his
forehead. Letting her eyes drift shut she sought his lips. His tongue
swept inside her mouth in an all consuming kiss. The double invasion
sent waves of pleasure through her body, down to every single toe that
curled in the sexy stilettos. 

She kissed him back, grabbed his shoulders with her hands to hold on.
Her nails pressed into his skin and he groaned into her mouth. One.
Two. Three powerful thrusts and he stilled inside her. Every muscle and
tendon grew rock hard as he came. 

"Oh, hell yes! Mmmmm..." For a moment his face was frozen in ecstasy,
his eyes closed, his lips open. Even as the tension inside ebbed, she
kissed him, sweeping her tongue inside his mouth. Desire had control
now. His hands skimmed her sides and she decided she'd never felt
sexier. More empowered. 

"I'm not done with you yet," he murmured between kisses. 

"Good," she said, sighing against his lips. 

Who'd have thought Adam the tech support guy would turn out to be like a
drug and she'd become completely addiction. 

Quickly he pulled out and changed condoms. She licked her lips and tried
to tame her wild hair. 

"Flip over." 

"Over?" 

"Flip over and spread your legs. It's my turn to drive you crazy." 

"I think you've already succeeded at that," she told him. Truth was she
wasn't sure her legs would hold her. And her she was still tender from
her recent orgasm. But the stern look he gave her had her doing his
bidding. 

Braced on her elbows, she stared straight ahead. Strong hands ran up and
down her thighs. 

"This outfit can't be legal." 

"Think so?" 

"I do," he said. The head of his cock slipped easily into her pussy.
Soon he was pounding his hips against hers, his balls slapping against
her. Feeling the heavy weight of them occasionally smacking against her
clit drove her wild. She bent her knees and thrust back against him,
determined to come again. 

With one hand clamped around her hip, he reaching other around and
rubbed the little bundle of nerves. 

"Fuck, yes." 

"I like it when you talk dirty," he said and nipped at her shoulder
blade. An excited shiver raced over her skin. 

This is crazy, she decided. Insane. Certifiable. Coming all this way,
screwing a complete stranger. 

But as his fingers rubbed her clit into a frenzy, she stopped caring.
And felt nothing but bliss. 

Her orgasm snuck up on her, exploding through her bloodstream like a
lust bomb. 

She tossed her head back and moaned out her euphoria, unconcerned who
heard. He collapsed against her and she against the desk. 

"I bet your desk has never seen this much action," she said, grinning
like a fool. 

"Nope." 

"Thanks for the orgasms." 

"Thank you." 

She stared at the stuffed penguin and wondered what to do next. Adam
kissed her shoulder blades and slowly disengaged himself. Now was not
the time for regrets or second thoughts. And it sure as hell wasn't
time for modesty. 

Straightening, she adjusted her skirt and dipped at the waist to tuck
the girls back into the corset's cups. As she searched the floor she
heard Adam zip his pants. She tossed him his shirt and he murmured his
thanks. 

Talk about awkward. They'd gone straight past pillow talk into the weird
morning-after quiet where people wondered why they'd hooked up in the
first place. Grabbing the scrap of black lingerie she tucked it into
her purse and then tucked the whip back in place. 

"Are you going to give me a clue which account is yours?" he asked,
watching her put herself back together. She gave him a saucy smile and
shook her head. 

"I think you'll figure it out." 

She slipped back into her jacket and buttoned it up. Quickly she
surveyed the room making sure not to leave anything. 

"Athena isn't your real name is it?" 

"No." 

He studied her for a long minute. She shifted from one foot to the
other. Deciding her work was done and there was nothing left to say,
she grabbed her purse and turned for the door. 

He grabbed her arm, stopping her. 

"When can I see you again?" he asked, his voice low almost husky. 

She chewed on her bottom lip, taking in his incredible blue eyes and
disheveled hair. She was crazy for wanting to see him again. For even
entertaining the idea. She didn't know him from... well, Adam. The
thought made her smile. 

"Dinner?" 

"What time?" 

"I'll pick you up at six." 

The End

Double Trouble

admin — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 10:13:18 +0000

As I walked into the coffee shop, I casually searched the tables for my
friend Heather whom I was meeting this afternoon. She is slim and has
straight blond hair that falls past her shoulders and cradles her face
softly. She has an infectious laugh and is the kind of person that can
make any situation fun for everyone. That was the very reason that we
were meeting today, to discuss an idea that I have in mind for a mutual
friend of ours. 

Apparently I had arrived before her, and decided to order a Chai Latte
for myself while I waited for Heather. I got my beverage and found a
table in the back of the room where we could talk. My heels clicked on
the stone floor and as I sat on the wooden chair I crossed my legs and
tugged my mini skirt down a bit so it didn't ride up so high. It was
the middle of summer and my legs were smooth and tan. I smiled at
myself as I admired them, and thought about our friend and what I had
done to him with those legs just recently. 

I looked up to see Heather enter through the door. She spotted me
immediately and smiled as she walked back to greet me. " Hi!" she
stated as she beamed her carefree smile at me. I stood up and we
hugged. Her skin was soft and warm from being outside in the sunny
parking lot. 

"I'm going to get a Cappuccino." She said, and went to the counter to
order. I sat down and watched her from the side, smiling as she looked
over every few minutes while waiting for her drink. I couldn't wait to
tell her about my plan, but wasn't sure if she was ready to go for
something like that. You see my husband has always been somewhat of a
swinger and has initiated me into the lifestyle. But along with that
comes an even more adventurous option, and that is the fact that he
loves it when his little slut wife goes out and conducts herself in a
naughty fashion. 

I have had a lover for over a year now, and had recently seduced my
mechanic on my husband's suggestion. We have had sex in his shop, and
in the Snap-on truck, and even at his house, where our last few
encounters have resulted in anal sex. 

Heather also happens to be a customer of said mechanic, and I have my
suspicions that she has also dabbled in the after hours of the shop.
The other day she showed me a text message that he had sent her, and it
read... " Sure I will fix your car for you. I love ya & will always
help you out." 

That's when I got the idea of possibly recruiting Heather to seduce the
mechanic together. Wouldn't that be a surprise! 

She came back to the table looking sweet and as pretty as ever. I
couldn't help but think how fun it would be to have both of our mouths
on his cock. 

" Oh my gosh, I have been running around like a chicken with my head cut
off!" She blurted as she sipped her cappuccino. A little bit of froth
settled on her upper lip and I couldn't help thinking of a similar
white liquid that might soon share that landing spot. 

We spent a few minutes talking about our jobs and our lives, laughing
and supporting each other in our endeavors to stay afloat in these hard
times. Now I decided to focus on the matter at hand and wondered how to
breach the subject of our mechanic. Hell, first I had to break the
subject of us having sex together with the same man. 

I had been throwing a few ideas around and decided to toss out a plan
that I felt most comfortable with. I took a chance and threw this one
out for size. 

"So Heather, I loved that message that our mechanic sent you the other
day isn't he sweet?" I looked down and sipped my latte hoping she would
respond to my bait. 

"Yes", she gushed. "He's always helping me out with my car." 

I leaned over the table to talk softly as I conveyed my secret, and she
leaned in close to my face. The sun warmed the coffee shop and the
comforting smell of cinnamon hung in the air around us. I knew that I
had to take the chance and tell her. "Remember when you and I were at
that bar downtown and I got drunk and told you something about my sex
life with my husband Greg?" Leaning in, she nodded, smiling and urging
me to continue. 

"Well, I believe I told you that we were swingers or something of that
nature." 

"Yeah," she said." I remember." 

"Well I have to tell you something about our mechanic." I held her
interest and quickly glanced around the room to see if anyone was near
enough to our table to hear. " I have been fucking him." I said. 

I looked at her and giggled as I finished my statement, delighted to
have let that out of the bag 

"Oh my god! So have I!" she blurted, and we laughed out loud like a
couple of schoolgirls. We looked around the coffee shop to see if
anyone was looking at us or trying to listen in on our conversation. 

I have a proposition for you Heather, I smiled mischievously and asked
"how would you like to fuck him together?" 

She nodded her head vigorously in a Yes position, and said," I would
love to!" I felt a pang of excitement and couldn't wait to run home and
tell Greg about our new alliance. 

We spent the next half hour planning how we could arrange this event,
and came up with a pretty satisfactory idea. We hugged and giggled and
parted ways, ready to implement our idea on Thursday night. 

Tuesday, on my way to work, I called his shop and made an appointment
for an oil change on my truck, which luckily was overdue and the
perfect way to put our plan in motion. He allowed me to make the
appointment for Thursday, and everything was set into motion. 

Heather met me at my bar where I work, and I told the mechanic that I
would have a ride to pick up my truck around 6 p.m. 

I changed into some tight jeans and a t-shirt with a plunging neckline
showing all of the cleavage that I could. Heather wore a cute skirt
that rode all the way up to her crotch as she drove. She was wearing a
tank top and no bra. This was going to be good, I thought as we pulled
up to the shop. 

The bays were closed, and we entered through the office and called out
"Hello!" He was washing up and came out of the bathroom with a
surprised look to see me and Heather standing together in the shop. 

" Heather was kind enough to give me a ride to pick up my truck," I said
coyly, walking towards him and giving him a hug. "How are you?" I asked
as I kissed his cheek then turned to look at Heather as if giving her
the signal to move in next. "Great!" he replied, suspiciously eyeing us
and wondering what was going on. 

Heather walked up to him and hugged him as well, giving him a kiss on
the cheek. I circled around to the back of him and hugged him from
behind, kissing him lightly on the neck. I looked steadily at Heather
feeling the excitement and anxious sensation in my loins. I held him in
an embrace from the back, and said to Heather," Isn't he sweet?" She
gave me a wink and moved in close to his lips placing hers on his to
offer up a sweet kiss while I held on tight from behind. We had him
surrounded and he broke the kiss to ask in a startled way," What is
going on here? Not that I mind it, but what are you two girls doing?" 

"We just wanted to show you how much we like you...together." I came
around to the front and kissed him, pulling off and smiling at Heather
who moved in to kiss him immediately after me. 

He looked like a man who had died and gone to heaven. He smiled and
surrendered himself to us, as if he had any other choice. We took turns
kissing him and eventually met at his lips together where we two girls
began to lightly touch each other's lips and soon fell into a
passionate kiss. "Fuck, that is hot!" he stated and began to undo the
buttons on his shop shirt. The two of us moved in and took over. Both
of us ran our hands over his body as we removed his garment. His skin
felt good to the touch, and I could hardly wait to have his cock out
and perform our double deed on him. 

"I want to see you guys kiss again," he said as we came in close to each
other kissing right in front of his face. We took turns kissing him
again, and I let my hand stray down to his belt, dropping even lower to
feel the hardness of his dick as it strained against his pants begging
for release. 

"Mmm, I cooed," as I stroked him from the outside of his shop pants. "We
want that." 

"Not yet." he stated and pulled Heather's tank top up and over her head.
Her pert breasts were bared and her nipples stood out straight with the
excitement that they were feeling. He bent down and took her nipples
into his mouth gently sucking and swirling his tongue around them,
making her shiver with pleasure. 

I lifted my own shirt off, and undid my bra letting it fall on the shop
floor. He left Heather's breast to come over to mine, and she moved in
to kiss me while he manipulated my nipple into a state of arousal. He
moved back, and pushed us gently together so that our breasts touched
and our nipples danced against each other. 

"Fucking A that is the hottest thing I've ever seen!" he stated, and
began to unbuckle his belt, and take down his pants. 

This was our cue to get completely naked and soon the three of us were
ready for action. He led us over to the corner of the shop where he put
down the tailgate of a large SUV. "Sit here, " he said to Heather, and
she hopped up on to the carpeted tailgate. "Now you sit there," he said
as he guided me next to her and took turns kissing us both. Soon he was
crouching down, and gently parted Heather's legs, gaining access to her
sweet shaven pussy. I took her right leg and set it on top of mine,
giving him access to her spread opening, and watched as he licked her
around her lips. Next he was flicking his tongue up and down on her
clit, and she let out little cries of pleasure. 

We turned to each other and kissed once more as he watched from below.
His deep blue eyes were locked on us and I knew that he must have had
the world's most rigid cock right about now. I couldn't wait to have my
turn, and was soon rewarded by his warm mouth on my pussy. "Ooh baby,
suck that pussy." I cooed as I parted my lips with my right hand
allowing him access into the inner folds and up to my clit. "Yes!" I
said, and Heather reached down, grabbing him by the hair, and guided
his face in and out of my groin as if forcing him to eat me out. 

"Come on," she said to him, "give it to her like she wants it." I could
feel his face pushing deeper into my cunt, and he latched on to my
little bud sucking it into a highly sensitive state. Almost painful,
but so sensitive, I seriously thought I would come right then. Heather
still had her hand on his head, and leaned into me, taking a nipple and
flicking it with her tongue. 

This was too much for me and I could feel the familiar welling up of my
orgasm. I cried out and raised my hips, "Oh God!" I wailed, and threw
my head back letting the sensation and pleasure wash over me entirely
until he broke his suckling grip on my clit and stood up to kiss us
once again. 

I tasted the mixture of my familiar scent and Heather's juices on his
mouth, and smiled as I watched him share them with her. 

He couldn't believe this was really happening to him and kept telling us
as he maneuvered us around to stand at the edge of the tailgate facing
away from him and bent us over slightly to gain access to our bared
pussies. I looked back and saw his sweet cock waving in the air, hard
as a rock. I couldn't wait to have him sliding in and out of my soaking
pussy, but knew my time would come, and watched as he took Heather by
the hips and held his cock at her opening with his hand, ready to guide
it in. She stood on her toes allowing him to gain a better angle and
soon he was in, moaning with pleasure. 

It was really turning me on to watch him fuck her, after having my fun
with him for the past 6 months, and I bent over the tailgate, matching
Heather's stance and we looked at each other as he rode in and out of
her ready cunt. He pushed our heads together obviously wanting us to
kiss again, and we did. It was a thrill to try and stay latched on to
her as her body swayed forward and back with his thrusts, but we
managed to stay connected. 

He pulled out of Heather and entered my pussy in the same fashion. We
were evenly aligned to him and he took turns going in and out of each
of our cunts as we looked back watching him take turns with us. It was
hot to watch, and I was getting really turned on with the whole thought
of him fucking us as a pair. 

Heather was getting her turn and started whining with the intensity of
an approaching orgasm. I stood and walked towards him, kissing him as
he began to thrust deeply and rhythmically into her wet pussy. I walked
back to the tailgate and helped her along by coaching her with dirty
statements. I leaned in to her ear, and spoke so that he could hear as
well, " He is quite a fuck, isn't he?" I asked. She seemed to have lost
all ability to reply. " Yeah, that's right, Fuck her good." I told him
as I stared into his eyes while he continued to shove his cock into
her. 

In no time at all, Heather was screaming out her confirmation, her words
echoed off the shop walls, " Oh Yes!!! Yes, I'm cumming!" Her hand
rubbed her pussy as he fucked her, and I could only smile, knowing that
he really was that good, and couldn't wait to get a hold of his cock
once more. 

He pulled out gently and she turned to sit, her legs shaking slightly,
and he kissed her sweetly. She answered him with very satisfied
intensity. " Oh my God!" she stated, still shaken from the inside out. 

I smiled at him as he met my eyes, and he said to me, " You're next." I
shuddered with the thought of feeling so spent like Heather felt right
now but I had other plans for him first. " In a minute," I said and
took his rigid cock in my hands as I kissed him seductively. " I want
this in my mouth first." 

I knelt down in front of him and took his hard rod into my mouth. He was
harder than I had ever remembered, and I opened my throat to take him
in as far as I could. All I could taste was the flavor of another
pussy, and the thought of cleaning Heather's juices off of his dick
made me feel so naughty that I couldn't help but reach down to my
parted cunt lips and run my fingertip along the length of my slit,
slightly entering my soaking pussy as I continued to suck his cock and
moan with approval. 

I looked up and over at Heather, who was staring intently at me,
watching me glide my lips over the beautiful shaft of our conquest. I
stared at her and put on a little show, smiling slightly and showing
her what a delicious treat I had in my mouth. 

She came down beside me and joined in. We both took over his shaft, one
of us working the base while the other kept the tip securely inserted
into her mouth. I thought about my husband at this point and decided to
offer him a rewarding visual when I came home. 

Looking up at the Mechanic, I smiled and gave him a few licks before
asking, " Will you take a picture of us?" 

Before he could answer, I was at the heap of clothes digging for my cell
phone to use as a camera. I walked back, camera ready to shoot and
handed it to him, while going down to meet Heather's sweet lips on his
cock. 

We kept up our diligent work on his member before meeting together with
our mouths. We both looked up into the camera as we heard him say, "Say
cheese!" This of course made us smile with wickedness as we looked into
the lens, both perched on his dick, tongues out and our lips in a half
smile. "Click" went the camera, and I knew then that this afternoon
would be documented for our enjoyment. 

He took a few more, and I could only imagine how awesome this act would
look later, especially when he kept saying, "Fuck, this is hot! This is
just Fucking hot!" every time he took a picture. 

" Let me see that," I asked nicely and put the setting to Video then
placed the phone on the tailgate where it pointed directly at us. I hit
the record button, and Heather and I looked into the camera and kissed.
Next thing we know his dick is between our lips and we formed a perfect
ring, our top lips touching above his shaft as our bottom lips met
below. He held our heads together and thrust his dick in and out,
between our faces. The camera captured this perfectly and we moaned
with pleasure as well as he, which turned us on even more. 

We continued to suck him off together, taking the time to kiss each
other frequently, until he tugged slightly below our chins, encouraging
us to get up. I want to fuck you guys some more, he said and positioned
us inside the SUV to the point where we were both bent over the rear
seat and he was inside the truck on his knees ready to insert his cock
into both of our waiting pussies. I turned off the camera phone and
waited for his cock, my own pussy quivering with excitement. 

" We love it when you fuck us, " Heather exclaimed, and he took turns
just rubbing our soaking cunts with the tip of his dick, getting us so
hot that we almost begged him to stick it in. Soon he was deep inside
me, I could feel his shaft riding up the front of my cunt. It felt
great, and I encouraged him to fuck me hard. Heather reached down and I
felt her hand rubbing my clit as he rammed me from behind. " OH Fuck
yes!" I shouted and knew that it would be only seconds before I came
hard onto his buried cock which I did, kissing Heather madly as I did
so. 

Next he was inside her as I recovered and turned to face him while he
fucked her bent over the seat. I held his balls and stroked past them
in the nether region, feeling his shaft extending down past his balls
towards his asshole. "Oh God!" he said and Heather and I instinctively
knew that it was time. She spun around to meet him, and we put our
faces together, looking right at him as we begged with our eyes for him
to shoot his sweet load all over our waiting mouths. 

" We want you to cover us with your cum!" I said as we waited anxiously
for the spray we knew would arrive. He stroked his cock and we looked
at him, never losing our gaze while we touched our tongues as if
getting ready to fight for his cum. 

With a deep grunt he tightened his grip on his cock and I saw a flash of
liquid fly over to the top of our heads. The next shot was money, for
he hit directly onto my left eye, then waved his dick to the right
trailing rope across Heather's left eye and down her nose. He continued
to pump a few more shots, covering us with a massive amount of cum,
then sat back on his haunches exhausted, and admired his work. He
looked at us and smiled and said, " You should see your faces." 

Looking over, he saw my phone and put it to camera and told us to hold
still while he took a shot of our cum covered faces. We posed and
licked each other, really hamming it up before he finally got up and
handed us a shop shirt to wipe our treasure on. "Fuck that was hot!" he
kept saying over and over as if we had fucked him dumb. 

Feeling rather otherworldly myself, I managed to get up and out of the
SUV and we all pulled our clothes out of the pile and dressed. We
huddled over my camera phone and looked at the pics and watched the
video. It was even hotter than we had imagined it would be, and we
giggled and laughed until he finally retrieved the keys to my Truck. 

We kissed in a huddle of three spent and very satisfied people and he
reminded me that my bill had been paid in full. Everyone laughed at
that as well and we soon parted, making our way to our vehicles. 

I pulled up to Heather's window and thanked her for making a great plan
come together. " I will send you the pictures, " I said. "Maybe we
could meet for coffee again and go down our address list to see who
else we have in common..." 

She laughed that sweet laugh of hers and said smiling, " I'm in!" We
both looked at the shop once more as the Mechanic shut off the lights
and prepared to leave. " I'll see you soon." I told Heather as I pulled
away, leaving the window down on this warm evening and felt the breeze
blow my hair around with a delicious feeling. Putting my arm on the
window ledge, I absently ran my hand through my hair, only to stop as I
snagged my finger on a knot. Perhaps it wasn't, I mused as I remembered
the shot of cum that flew over us. At least I had something to bring
home to my husband. I laughed to myself and hurried home, dying to show
him the pictures and video of my exciting and action packed day!

Two Flash Stories

admin — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 12:46:27 +0000

"How did I end up like this?" 

by Miles Naismith 

She was on the beach, in darkness except for the pale light of a waning
Moon.  It was a Caribbean beach, and it was the first day of their
vacation.  She was on her knees on a towel, her head resting on her
forearms. 

Conscious of her nakedness, she thought, "There's only one reason ever
to be in this position . . . and I don't think I can stop." 

Elizabeth and Carter had shed the stress of the city, where jobs,
children and quotidian demands lay, when they unpacked their bags in
the resort that afternoon.  She had shed some of her inhibitions too,
choosing without his urging to wear to dinner the backless (thus
necessarily braless) sun dress she seldom wore in public. 

The resort encouraged the guests to mingle, and had put them at a table
with another couple about their age.  They had hit it off famously.
Tom and Mandy both worked in high pressure high tech jobs, and were
eager to be wild and naughty.  Their enthusiasm was infectious, and the
fruit drinks with little umbrellas had added fuel to the fire. 

They had ended up on the beach, and with half hungry taunts and dares,
had shed their clothes to swim in the warm water. Afterward, they
hadn't dressed as they made risque comments and laughed at their own
wit.  The women kidded the men about the evidence of their interest in
the proceedings, each secretly eyeing the other's husband with the same
intensity that the men eyed them. 

Suddenly Mandy was sucking Tom.  In an act that surprised herself,
Elizabeth took Carter in her mouth.  Even alone, in their own bed, she
seldom did that. When she looked across Carter's body at Mandy, Mandy's
head hid Tom, but the steady to and fro was quite adequate to signal
what was happening. Then, in almost dreamlike slow motion, Mandy turned
toward her and stretched out her hand to Carter's groin. 

She drew his erection away from Elizabeth and engulfed it with her own
mouth.  Then she pushed it back to Elizabeth.  As the women shared
Carter, Elizabeth felt Carter's hand slide up between her legs to
finger her.  A gasp from Mandy suggested he had done the same to her. 

In the dim light Elizabeth had seen Tom get up, but it was still a shock
to feel his fingers join Carter's in discovering the wet evidence of
her excitement.  It was another shock when Carter withdrew without
objection. 

Hands on her hips pulled her back, up on her haunches, head down and
back arched, then the fingers moved back to increase her desire.  Then
it wasn't fingers any more. 

"How did I end up like this?" 

.............................................................. 

Things That Go Hump In The Night 

by Miles Naismith 

From ghosties and ghoulies and long leggedy beasties, And things that
go bump in the night, Oh Lord, deliver us.  - Ancient Scots prayer 

"All right, I'll do it," she had finally said, "but don't blame me if I
break out in giggles." 

He had been so tentative, yet so hopeful, like a puppy begging for food.
 She had been amused at his request, and had decided to give in long
before she told him  she would do it, just to watch the expressions on
his face.   Still, he was her love, and even though it was stupid, a
silly man thing, she had decided that she could force herself to play
her part.  Besides, the pitch darkness he had specified would hide her
blushes. 

That was how she had come to be here, naked under the covers, the echoes
of timid little extortionists' cries of "Trick or Treat" having long
since died, waiting for her  husband to dress up like a burglar and
come "ravish" her --  his adolescent Halloween rape fantasy. Idly, she
yawned, wondering where he could be.  It was already late, and she was
tired.  When she could wait no longer, she slept. 

Her dreams belied her disparagement of his fantasy.   She dreamed of
being "ravished" by a gentle, handsome stranger.  She half-heartedly
tried to protest, to push him away, but he gently pinned her hands, and
caressed her.  Her body slowly began to give in to passion. Her
breathing  quickened;  she panted.  Inexorably, but gently, he pried
her legs apart.  The pressure of his weight on her pushed her into the
mattress.  It felt so real. 

Suddenly she was convinced that it *was* real.  She willed herself to
awaken, to throw off the veil of sleep, to struggle in truth against
him.  But she couldn't shake the thickness of her senses, the lazy blur
of enervation, and she was not sure that she wanted to, in any event. 

She felt her hips buck as he pushed his erection against the entrance to
her body.  It felt hot, literally hot. And so did he.  All over.
Though it was completely dark, she saw him in her mind's eye: inhumanly
handsome, built like a Greek god, the epitome of sex, his naked body
tightly encased in smooth, dark crimson hide, and somehow she felt she
was right. 

Spurred by some sense of duty to her husband, she moved her hands over
his body, grabbing and pushing, trying randomly to move away. "But this
is my husband, I should let him have his way," she thought, confused
and unconvinced. 

He felt like hot, smooth leather everywhere she touched.  The head of
his penis felt so warm that she imagined that it might be glowing
against her vagina.  As it probed for her opening, she turned her head
to him, to his face, and felt more hot leather.  Then her hands were
swept together and held above her head again.  His other hand continued
its caresses. 

"John?  Is that you, John?" 

"You sure were unlucky to run into me tonight, poor lady," came the
breathy whisper. 

The incongruity of the answer, like the puerile dialogue of an Ed Wood
movie, reassured her.  It had to be John and his fantasy. 

Suppressing a giggle, she also tried to suppress an image of Dan Ackroyd
in the fetish store, in the full leather  BDSM suit complete with face
covering hood, from that stupid movie, Exit to Eden, that John liked.
But hands continued to caress her breasts, and the hot poker below
found its target. 

Still not quite awake, as if in a waking dream, she felt herself
penetrated.  "God, he feels big tonight!" she thought.  The passion
that had arisen before suddenly arose  again, and even his idiotic,
whispered chant  -- "You sure were unlucky to meet up with me tonight.
I'm going to fuck your cunt and come deep in your pussy, poor lady!" --
hadn't  destroyed her mood. 

He had driven all the way in by then, seeming bigger and longer than she
remembered.  Then out, and in again.   And again.  And again.  With
each stroke her excitement increased.  Then she found herself hovering
above, looking down at herself, like those stories of people who had
died and had seen themselves on the operating table.  She saw her
spread legs, her knees forced outward with each thrust.   She saw her
breasts bounce as each clenching of his butt drove him home again.  She
saw her face, distorted with  lust, as she desperately sought release.
Then she found herself back inside her body, panting with her need,
until she finally convulsed under him, trying to squeeze the invading
member inside her with her vaginal muscles, rigid with temporary
paralysis, shuddering in the downslide of the most intense orgasm she
had ever felt. 

But he was not through.  Pausing until she relaxed, he then resumed his
stroking, having lost none of his stiffness.  Again he pumped her up,
like successive breaths into a child's balloon, until the balloon
burst, and she dissolved in orgasm.  And as she came down, she felt him
come -- literally felt him come.  Each spurt was noticeably warm,
almost hot, inside her.  She had never felt anything like it.  The
sensation made her come again. 

Then he was gone.  Completely. 

"John?  John, come back, John," she called.  But no answer came, and the
blurry, dreamy state deepened into involuntary sleep. 

The next morning, she awakened to a pounding at her door.  She looked to
her right, becoming concerned when she saw John's side of the bed
vacant . . . the moreso when she looked through the peephole and saw
him outside. 

"Don't even ask," he said.  "Did you take the phone off the hook?  I've
been trying to call all night." 

"No, I didn't touch it.  But where have you been?" 

He looked down, face red.  "I went to the car to change into this
costume and locked my keys inside.  My wallet too.  I was trying to get
in the car door when the cops showed up and arrested me.  I got that
straight, but I need your keys to get in my car now." 

Suddenly she realized that he was dressed all in black.  Black jeans,
black sweat shirt, black stocking cap. But not a bit of leather
anywhere. 

"Thank Heaven," she whispered to herself, "it must have been just a
dream after all." 

Meanwhile, elsewhere . . . . . . . . . 

Damn, I screwed up again.  I can accept that she wasn't a virgin --
they never are anymore.  But comprising the virtue of a faithful wife
scores almost as many  points.  And Heavens, she practically invited me
into her dream, and she knew deep down it wasn't her husband she was
fucking.  And I was so careful:  the crucifix on the wall, the first
communion banner in the child's room, the CCD notice under the
refrigerator magnet . . . she had to be Catholic!   What the Heaven was
she doing on birth control pills?   Doesn't she read her own dogma?  I
know I should have checked, but she was Catholic!  A load of stolen
sperm  wasted.  Too bad I can't produce my own sperm and go find  a
substitute to knock up before reporting in. Beelzebub is gonna be
pissed, but what's a poor incubus to do in these decadent days?  And
besides, it's not like the succubi will  have any problem collecting
more sperm in this culture.  I sure hope that Dan Ackroyd thought
doesn't get out though,  or I'll never live it down.  Oh well, she was
tight, and she squealed like a pig when she came.   Sometimes there are
compensations that can even make up for the demonic fury of Ol' Bubby.
Consoled, he floated down into the  Pit.