erotic stories

My wife becomes a houseboat slut.

admin — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 10:54:14 +0000

It started innocently as a houseboat trip among friends. We spend the
days swimming and boating, barbequed in the evening, and drank most of
the night. My friend Rob brought his wife along on the trip and Jim
brought his girlfriend. Both were hot, watching them in their skimping
bathing suits had me horny all week. Little did I know that my wife was
doing the same to my friends. 

It happened on the third night of our trip. We had been up late drinking
again and most of the group had decided to go to sleep. My wife and I
were up for watching stars and headed up to the top deck. After awhile
the star watching turned into a blow job. There I was watching the
clear night while my wife sucked on my dick like a pro. I was just
starting to get a nice pumping rhythm face fucking my wife when we
heard someone climbing the stairs to the top deck. I quickly put my
rock hard dick away and tried to pretend nothing had been happening. It
was my friend Rob coming up the stairs. He said that he couldn't sleep
and had decided to come up to hang out a little longer. We sat around
and bullshitted some more while drinking down some more ice-cold mud
slides. 

The conversation centered around the great trip we were having and how
hot all the girls looked running around in their bathing suits. I was
still really horny, and kept grabbing my wife's tits at inappropriate
times. Rob didn't mind at all, encouraging me all the while. My wife
told Rob that she had just been blowing me and that is why I couldn't
keep my hands off of her. Rob said he completely understood, and that
he hadn't intended to interupt us. He insisted that we pick up were we
had left off. I was feeling really good from the buzz I had going and
letting Rob watch me get a blow job seemed harmless so I slid my dick
out of my shorts and gave my wife a big smile. 

She sounded shocked when she asked me, "What are you doing?" but then
she reached out and grabbed my hard on, caressing the lenght of my
cock. I closed my eyes and let her work my shaft as her and Rob
continued to talk about who knows what. 

She went on like this for several minutes stroking my cock and carrying
on a casual conversation with Rob. He was watching her hand glidding
over my cock and his shorts started tenting. The conversation
eventually made its way around to how much my wife liked sucking cock.
She was explaining how she enjoys having a nice thick knob inside of
her mouth so she can lick around the edge before sticking the whole
thing down her throat. Rob played dumb and said he'd like to see what
she was talking about. Well my wife didn't have to be asked twice, she
took the opportunity and started sucking on my cock. She teased me
first with her tongue just lapping around the head of my cock while she
used her hand to massage my balls. She then licked along the shaft and
worked her way up and down the length of few times before moving back
to the head. I was going crazy and finally just grabbed her head and
shoved my length down her throat. She gagged a little but was used to
taking my cock all the way down her throat so she quickly adjusted to
ramming strokes I was giving her. 

Rob started stroking his dick through his shorts and told my wife that
she seemed to be a real pro. She bragged about how good she was in
between slurps of my cock. Then she boldly asked Rob, "Would you like
to see just how good I am?" 

Rob was quick to say, "Ohh, yeah" 

My wife didn't ask or even bother looking at me to see if I would
approve, I guess she knew that all that dick sucking had made me really
horny and that I would enjoy watching some real-life porn. She asked
Rob, to come over and sit next to meand pull down his shorts. She knelt
in front of him while still holding my cock and grabbed his with her
other hand. She looked straight into his eyes as she lowered her mouth
onto his cock. His cock was a bigger than mine by a good two inches and
he was thick and uncut. She pulled the foreskin back and uncovered a
bright red knob before wrapping her mouth around it. 

I didn't really have time to think about what was happening, my wife was
sucking my friends cock right in front of me. All I could think about
was how sexy she looked sucking cock. Her cheeks would swell each time
she took him in and then she would smile each time she pulled his thick
cock out to lick the head. Rob started moaning each time she stuck his 

cock in her mouth and I could tell he was really enjoying her dick
sucking. 

My wife popped her head up and finally looked over at me to ask me for a
drink, "Honey, would you mind brining me some more mudslide all this
cock is making me thirsty, I'll make it worth your while for being so
nice." She had a big smile on her face, I couldn't resist her offer and
I walked over to the bar to pour a new drink. 

When I got back over to them, Rob had his shorts completely off and was
massaging my wife's tits. Now my wife has a nice set of Cs. They are
nice and perky and look massive on her small frame. I know that he has
always admired them, his wife is small on top although she has a great
ass that makes up for not having big juggs. He was really working her
tits and I decided to undue her bikini top. I pulled on the knot and he
let her top fall to the ground and went right back to massaging her
tits but now started pulling on her nipples. She stood up on her knees
to take a long drink of the mudslide I had brought and then thanked me
by pulling my face down to her and giving me a big wet kiss. 

She whispered to me, "Can you taste the cock I've been sucking? I've
been a bad girls. Will you punish me?" I shoved my tongue down her
throat and started fingering her pussy. She was more wet than I had
ever seen before. It was obvious that she was really turned on by
sucking on Rob's huge cock. Then she asked me, "Will you fuck me from
behind?" 

Being the good little husband I complied and slid her bikini bottoms off
sto that I could access her without restrictions. She moaned as I slid
my dick into her soaking wet pussy, it felt smoother than ever. She
stuck her ass out further as I rammed my dick in and went back to
sucking on Rob's cock. We fucked like this for some time but I had to
keep pulling out every now and then to keep myself from cumming. She
was really into having both dicks and would beg me to put it back in
and to fuck her harder and faster. 

Then she looked at Rob and said, "Excuse me". She had me pull out and
lie on my back so that she could straddle me. She easily slid my dick
back inside her wet pussy and leaned forward so that I could suck her
nipples. She loves getting her nipples sucked and it only makes her
even more horny. As she was sliding her wet pusssy up and down on my
dick she whispered in my ear again, "Can I let Rob fuck me? I really
want to, if it's ok with you. I know I just sucked his dick without
permission but letting him fuck me is a different story. Can I?" 

I didn't have to think twice about it, watching her suck on Rob's dick
had turned me more than all the pornos we had fucked to in the past. I
asked Ray to bring over the mudslide which he promptly did and then
asked him to pour some on his dick. He didn't think twice about it or
ask me why, he just did it. Then I asked him to fuck my wife in the
ass. Her eyes opened wide and her face looked strained as Rob complied
with my request. He his cock firmly onto her asshole and let her relax
before pushing his knob in. I watched her face strain and then relax as
her anus gave way to his huge cock. I could feel her pussy tighten
against my dick as he entered her. I stood still and let him work his
dick into her. She moaned loadly as he fucked her in the ass but I
could tell she was enjoying it. She would close her eyes and then open
them momentarily to look into mines before smiling and then closing
them again to another load moan. We didn't last very long like this,
after a few minutes of double fucking her she started panting as her
sensations became more intense. I could feel myself about to come and I
tried to last as long as possible but the tightness of her pussy, the
slapping sounds of my friend Rob's balls agains my wife's ass, and the
tight wet pussy gripping my cock was to much. I unloaded the biggest
wad of come straight into her pussy. 

Rob kept fucking her as I came inside her, she opened her eyes and
looked right at me with a big smile as she felt the warm cum inside
her. She reached down between her legs and frantically started rubbing
her clit and let herself orgasm as Rob fucked her in the ass. When she
was done she let her self collapse on me and Rob slowed his pace while
still shoving his dick into her. 

She reached behind her and pushed him out, saying, "I can't take that
huge thing in my ass anymore, bring it over here." 

She got up on all fours and turned her head sideways so that he could
shove his dick in her mouth. I was trapped underneath her and had a
great view of her sucking cock. I started to get hard again as I
watched her slurp on his cock. He eventually grabbed the back of her
head and held her as he came down her throat all the while letting out
a huge moan. She swallowd his cum, before licking his dick clean. Then
when she was finished she leaned down and gave me a long kiss. I could
taste something different this time, before she had rinsed the taste of
dick with some mudslide but this time she went directly from sucking
Rob's cock clean to sticking her tongue down my throat. 

We cleaned up and staggered down to our bed before crashing for the
night. That was the first time I watched my wife suck and fuck another
man. I didn't know she was such a slut before that but since then our
sex life has been very exciting and I now really enjoy watching her
fuck other men.

By the dawn’s early light.

admin — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 10:52:34 +0000

By the dawn's early light --- ‘A tribute to the men and women in the
armed forces' ---- By Billy Jack 

We'd invaded Iraq with a flurry of men and heavy weaponry, and several
days later we moved in towards the capital, and after a fierce battle
we took control of Bagdad. We'd lost nearly half of our squad to the
insurgents, and I'd lost six of my very closest friends. I was madder
than hell and I was ready to kill anything that even remotely looked
hostile. I was so hurt by our losses that I wanted to kill ten
insurgents for each friend that fell by the hands of the most evil men
on earth. 

To add salt to Saddam's wounds we, the United States Army, took over
Sadams Royal palace in the heart of Bagdad, and we made ourselves at
home. We took over his many big elaborate bedrooms, we swam in his
heated pool, and we went through his personal items that he didn't have
time to take, and we moved through the palace as if we'd always been
there. We made sure the television crews filmed us in his rooms and
pools in hopes that he'd see them when it was televised. We wanted him
to come out of hiding so we could end the world of his tyranny. 

"Sergeant Byre," the commander said to me as he moved over to where I
stood, "You need to get some sleep. Tonight I want you to take a squad
and check out areas that we can't check out in the daytime. We got a
good supply of night vision goggles in earlier this morning to help
your search. Don't take any chances, if any hostility is displayed
shoot to kill. There are a lot of insurgents still in the city. Hell
it'll take months to weed them out." 

"Yes sir," I said as I stood to move off to one of the unoccupied
bedrooms. "Would you have someone wake me when it's time to move out?" 

I moved upstairs to find an empty bed so that I could get a few hours
sleep before I once again had to put my life on the line. 

The captain decided to let the palaces working staff stay at the palace
to go on with their normal duties. Most of them lived in the palace,
and if we kicked them out they'd have no place to go. There were nearly
one hundred young women who cared for the palace upkeep, and there were
more than a dozen cooks on staff. The only difference was that now they
worked for us. 

Before I moved up to my room I asked one of the cooks to fix me a nice
juicy steak and some potatoes and have it sent to my room. While I
looked over the map of the city to decide on which areas were to be
considered as hot spots, several of the women came to clean my room and
turn down the sheets while I ate my meal. 

I couldn't believe how good looking the Iraqi women were. On the
television news clips I'd seen they all looked old, but two of the
three in my room were hotter than hot, and the third wasn't ugly, she
just wasn't in the same league as the other two. I couldn't keep my
eyes off of them while I scarfed down my meal. I wished I spoke Iraqi.
Then maybe I could have flirted with them and tried to get laid. 

When I finished my meal I didn't wait until the women left the room, I
was so tired that I stripped down and climbed into bed. When I looked
over after I pulled the sheets up over me I noticed that they had been
watching me strip. The youngest of the three, maybe nineteen years old,
couldn't pull her eyes away of me. 

After the room was clean the two older looking ladies left the room and
the youngest one moved up to me and started to speak to me in her
Arabic tongue. 

"أريد أن
أبين لكم عن
امتناني
لإنقاذ لنا," she
said in a language I wasn't familiar with. 

"I can't understand you," I told her as I looked apologetic in her eyes.
"I don't understand the Iraqi language.

sex feel

admin — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 10:50:40 +0000

Feel the real deal the raw sex appeal 

Something we've all felt all like a wheel 

With the power to heal  the feeling of iron to steel 

Pure bliss in this act of infiniete seal 

Bone deep, all instinct 

Just go and don't think 

Go to the brink---- and come back down 

It goes around and around everywhere found 

Just go looking and you're bound 

To find some sex find some fucking. 

Find the love and lust sucking 

Kiss caress eachothers' chests 

Lovers go and tell oh how they confess 

Forever and ever how they are the best 

Partners it is just a sex fest 

A feeling good contest 

Keep going keep going with no rest! 

Fucking or love making 

Happy mating or just a craving 

Giving or taking 

Real orgasm or faking 

There is no mistaking 

Someone somewhere is getting laid 

And to me that is just great.

Merry seX-mas

admin — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 10:48:53 +0000

Merry seX-mas 

May Christmas be a time of joys, 

For all you girls and all you boys, 

Filled with lots of special toys. 

_ 

When Santa pulls up on his sleigh, 

Lands on the roof this seX-mas day, 

Tell him that you want a lay. 

_ 

Tell him you want a lover who's really hot, 

Super good looking and hot to trot, 

Who knows how to use what they got. 

_ 

Someone to kiss all day under the mistletoe, 

Someone who will make your juices flow, 

Who will make your member start to grow. 

_ 

A lover just like in the books, 

Super fine and plenty of looks, 

To make sure your seX-mas really cooks. 

_ 

Someone with a gorgeous face, 

To take you to that special place, 

To make your heart start to race. 

_ 

Someone who is really fine, 

Someone who will be all mine, 

Who can show me a special time. 

_ 

Someone who can make me scream, 

Someone who can make me cream, 

Help me fulfill my every dream. _ 

So tell Santa you want to fuck, 

You don't need another toy truck, 

And I wish you all the best of luck. _ 

Merry seX-mas!

Sex Haikus

admin — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 10:47:48 +0000

A couple of attempts at sex poems in the Japanese Haiku format 

Bukkake 

Men stand around you 

Pulling hard on their stiff cocks 

Give you mask of spunk 

Anal 

Open your anus for me 

I shoot my load deep inside 

My cum in your arse 

Facial 

Suck hard on my cock 

Cum over your pretty face 

Glueing your eyes shut

Santa Claus Is Cumming To Town

admin — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 10:47:02 +0000

Santa Claus is cumming to town
He knows when you've been slutty
He knows when you've sucked cock
He stroked his dick as you drank cum
His prick hard as a rock

O! You better watch out!
Santa's horny like hell
Mrs. Claus took off
With Old Tinker Bell
Santa Claus is cumming to town

He'll go down your chimney
And push up your skirt
When he licks your pussy
He'll make you squirt
Santa Claus is cumming to town

O! You better watch out!
Santa needs a good fuck
He craves a wet pussy
And wants his cock sucked
Santa Claus is cumming to town

He'll take out his rod
And beg for a lick
He'll fuck you like crazy
With his long unused dick
Santa Claus is cumming to town

O! You better watch out!
Santa has a huge load
When he fills you up
You might just explode
Santa Claus is cumming to town

Tied for pleasure!

admin — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 10:45:28 +0000

She twists on approved rope restraints. 

Tugging and pulling with pretence of pain. 

Her musky exotic aroma fills the air. 

Moisture glistens in intimate folds 

Soft moans escape as I begin to taste. 

Sultry sweetness passes my lips. 

Ankles tightly tied I grip her tense thighs. 

Moaning grows as my mouth works its way. 

Warm wetness as blood swells soft skin. 

Timid trembles tickle my tongue. 

Pelvis pushing, pulsating as I devour. 

I hear her gasps for air from my lustful lair. 

A crescendo of vibrations as she shivers and shimmers. 

Satisfied, subdued and calm her bound body still mine.

The One 2

admin — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 10:43:15 +0000

Liz and the man she was with were totally oblivious of my presnce. I
heard their breathing  getting more labored. their movements becoming
more frantic and Liz's beautiful voice demanding as she lustfully cried
out for him to fuck her harder and faster.  I could not help but grow
hard myself as I watched the man make mad passionate love to my dream
girl and wondered why some guys get all the luck.  Liz threw back her
head and cried out loudly without words and I heard the man follow with
a low groan.  I quickly stepped out and closed the door. 

Breathing hard at the erotic scene I had just witnessed, I ducked into
the bathroom. I was so hard and so horny I needed some relief or I was
going to have a serious case of blue balls! I pulled my hard cock out
and gazed at it in the mirror.  Smirking to myself, I closed my eyes
and replayed the scene I had witnessed in my mind. Of course, I
pictured myself fucking Liz.  It didn't take me long and in a few
minutes, emptied my cock and cleaned myself up. I came out of the
bathroom to see Liz standing there, dressed with the man that been with
her in the bed. 

"Oh hi Romel. I thought I heard someone in the bathroom." 

"Um yeah. I just got here." 

"Is Marisol here?" 

"No it is just me." 

"Oh, too bad."  She turned to the man at her side.  "Honey, this is
Romel. We used to go to school together.  Romel, this is my fiancee,
Alex." 

"Nice to meet you."Alex said to me pleasantly, a  smile on his face as
he held out his hand. 

"Yeah, you to." I managed, shaking his hand.  Not that  I am gay, but
even I had to admit that Alex was a handsome man with his dark hair and
piercing green eyes.  I guess Liz thought so too, the way she gazed at
him . 

"Sweetheart, I am going to that little place across the street for some
lunch,care to join us Romel?" 

"Please stay."  Liz insisted. 

Since she put it that way, I agreed. Alex left and I was alone with Liz
for the first time. 

"When is the wedding?" 

"Hmm? Oh next  year. We wanted asmall intimate affair, but my mom said I
had to have the big church wedding seeing as she never had that when
she married my father...or my stepfather." 

She sat down across from me and crossed those shapely legs of hers. 

"Can  I ask you something?" 

She nodded. 

"Why is it you never acknowledge my telling you I loved you in my
letters. I meant it. I did love you." 

She laughed. "Honestly Romel. I was a child when you met me. I hadn't
even gone through puberty yet. You started writing to me when I was
only 15 years old.  Besides, you were also geographically undesirable
and maybe you were only in love with the fact that marrying me would
guarantee you a greencard to stay and work in the U.S." 

I made a face.  "I make a good living." 

"A tenth of what you would be making in your field in the U.S.  Same
goes for Marisol." 

"Did  you ever love me?" 

"I'll admit, I had  a crush on you when I was 12." 

"How about now?" 

'Now?  You are married with a son Romel." 

"Would you consider sleeing with me, just once before you leave?" 

"Are you out of your mind?"  Liz's voice had turned cold. I knew I
shouldn't have said anything but she was so close, so beautiful,and the
air of sex that clung to her was unmistakble. 

"Come on Liz.  Meet me somewhere. It will be our little secret." 

She shook her head.  "Don't spoil our renunion with stupid talk Romel.
Now stop it before Alex comes back and hears you." 

I leaned foward and kissed he lips and closed my hands on those
voluptuous breasts of hers.   Her lips remained stiff and taut and she
pushed me away. 

"Really Romel.  What is wrong with you?" 

"I'll bet you aren't so cold to Alex. In fact, I know it. I arrived
while he was fucking your brains out." 

Liz's eyes narrowed.  "Really? Then you shouldn't not even have opened
your mouth. I love Alex and there was nothing wrong with sharing my
body with him. We are getting married!" 

"I'm sorry Liz. I shouldn't have been so disrespectful." 

Liz accepted my apology and we had a nice lunch together, even though I
could help but be envious of the way Alex and Liz were together. He
seemed to act that if I hadn't been there, he would have dragged her
off to bed for another sack session. 

We met for dinner the following evening and when I arrived home I
pleased to see my wfie already in bed.  I quickly undressed gazing at
her sleeping face. She was no striking beauty like Liz, but she was
pretty. I climbed into bed naked, and began to kiss her, hiking her
nightgown up to her waist to touch her soft pussy. Soon, she beagan to
kiss me back.When  I finally stuck my hard cock into my wife, I focused
my gaze and thoughts on her for the first time in awhile. 

That was three years ago. I still get a yearly Christmas card from Liz
who was now married to Alex. My wife gave birth to a daughter this past
spring, and is pregnant with our third child.  I have a  wonderful
family anc cannot believe that I almost threw it away for a fling. 

This is a true story, and would appreciate feedback.  Copyright 2009

A Tale of the Ancient Art of Sex Magick (The Strange Story of Peter and Celeste)

admin — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 10:42:04 +0000

A Tale of the Ancient Art of Sex Magick; or, The Strange Story of Peter
and Celeste 

He started the hot water flowing in the shower stall and turned to face
the woman standing behind him, waiting expectantly. Gently grabbing her
by the shoulders, he slowly turned her around and, forcing her to bend
slightly at the waist, pushed her firmly against the shower wall; her
permissive passivity simultaneously spurring and turning him on. Her
arms were thrust out in front of her, palms flat against the tile wall,
ass stuck out with her legs spread slightly, as he carefully forced his
stiffened cock between the moistened lips of her vulva and slooowly
pushed deep inside of her. 

"Mmmmmmmmm, Peter" she purred melodically and he just couldn't help but
let a smug little grin settle comfortably on his face. They were both
stark naked, standing directly in the path of steaming hot water
pouring from the chrome shower-head, and her full breasts began to sway
lasciviously back and forth as he immediately started pounding
furiously away at her pussy. 

With each thrust she let out a steady "uhh" and, as he started moving
faster, she pushed against the shower wall, forcing him further into
her, filling her completely, stretching her vaginal wall to the very
limits; her pelvic muscles tightening around his throbbing cock;
clenching, grabbing, squeezing his dick, like she wanted to hold on and
never let go; the guttural sounds were issuing from her in a soft and
steady stream now. 

Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back, focusing intently on the
entire length of his dick, feeling every inch of it as he - BAM! -
pushed violently into her, pulled out, and - BAM!! - slammed forcibly
back in again - her own thrusts in perfect synchronization with his own
- moving in and out so quickly that he could already feel the euphoric
sensation in his groin creeping steadily and inexorably towards an
explosively massive crescendo. 

She was coming repeatedly now and kept shouting "Yes!!" so frequently
and with such fervor that it drove him mad with desire! It felt like
his cock was actually swelling a little bit bigger with each violent
stab, forcing so many beautifully lustful noises to flow freely from
somewhere deep within her porcelain throat. As he began to reach climax
he immediately withdrew from her, his firm grip now providing the
necessary rhythm, and nuzzled up to the gentle curve of her creamy
buttocks. 

With his smoothly shaven scrotum nestled gently against the divide of
her cheeks; eyes still shuttered tightly and teeth clenched in focused
concentration; fist pumping forcefully against his thrusting pelvis,
squeezing firmly around his cock as it swelled generously within his
zealous grip; he slowly and quite deliberately discharged his warm
sperm across the small of her back, the whole while grunting in tandem
with the rhythmic spurts of semen bursting - indeed, EXPLODING- from
the head of his pulsating dick. Wave upon wave of pearly white jizz,
working in concert with the overwhelming tide of pure ecstasy washing
over his very soul, erupted from the mouth of his cock; not just
amassing a sticky pool of pale molasses on her backside, but some
globules actually getting as far as her middle back and onto her
shoulder-blades. 

Finally, after his seed had been thoroughly and utterly spent, yet
before the pleasantly seismic convulsions in his cock had started to
subside, he slowly let his shoulders sag as he let out a loooong, quiet
sigh of satisfaction. He was dimly aware that the fingers of his free
hand had found their way to his chest and were playfully fondling and
caressing the erect nipple there; his other hand, of course, was
wrapped tightly around his meaty shaft, amazingly still hard. With his
mind's eye he could see a long, thin, gossamer strand of come - running
from the puddle of sperm collected at the summit of her coccyx to the
slick tip of his dick - connecting them together in the eternity of the
moment as it wavered lazily in the steamy air just a split-second
before it snapped in half and cut them off from each other. 

Peter wearily opened his eyes, letting the hot water cascade over him,
and looked down at his slowly deflating penis, still grasped tightly in
his fist. "Jesus," he whispered, trying to slow his breathing, "that
was one hell of an orgasm". He thrust his hands in the shower water,
washing away the excess come. The woman didn't respond; but then, Peter
had never expected her to. The woman, you see, had vanished. 

Well ... to be a little more precise, she had never actually been there
in the first place, being nothing more than a mere figment of his
imagination - and a very good one, at that. But the woman, Celeste, was
very much a flesh and blood person and he knew where she was ... or
rather where she was going to be. Later that evening - in a few hours,
in fact - she was going to be at the bar where her fiancé's band was
playing ... and Peter was supposed to meet them there. Thaaaaaat's
right, ladies and gentlemen, her fiancé. Peter, however, had never
actually had sex with her (only in his boundless and vivid imagination)
but he knew from watching her almost every weekend for the last year
that she was every bit the wild vixen that she purported to be. 

He grabbed the bar of soap from the soap-dish and smiled, thinking of
her again. He had never before, until recently, masturbated while
daydreaming about any of the women he knows personally (he always just
fucked them if they would allow it - and if they wouldn't ... ehh, fuck
'em) but there was just something different about this one. 

Every time her seductive form materialized in his mind, all the blood
from his brain would course directly to his dick, and he wouldn't be
able to think clearly until he could "relieve the resulting tension";
so, whenever it was convenient, he would jerk off excitedly while
gleefully picturing her, say, choking greedily on his sumptuous cock,
gluttonously devouring the thick flood of warm, salty sperm flowing
smoothly down her throat as he furiously unloaded his essence directly
into her. 

His penis, now largely flaccid, moved ever so slightly. 

Lately he's found himself entertaining the notion that she just might be
interested in him ... maybe. And he desperately wanted to believe that
she was interested, because somehow, inexplicably, he had managed to
convince himself that not only might she be willing to engage in
something similar to the pounding fuck-under-a-steady-barrage-of-
hot-water he had just envisioned, but that she might actually be
excited by the prospect of performing some of the lewder acts from the
carnal depths of his imagination. He slowly turned the bar of soap
around in his wet hands, building up lather, thinking. Well, he hadn't
quite convinced himself of it, but he really did believe that he could
use his charms to get her to like him ... in friendship at the very
least, if sex was irretrievably out of the equation. 

Because, even though she's so unbelievably erotic and sensual, even
though she has the ability to effortlessly command his complete
attention whenever she's near, even though his hard-on intensifies by
at least 10 percent whenever she even looks in his general direction,
let alone directly at him; all he truly wants is to talk to her and get
to know her a little bit better. For all her exotic beauty and
irresistible sex appeal, she actually seems like an interesting person,
and ... yeah, yeah - blah, blah, blah - bullshit! While there was some
truth in all that, he had to admit that he mostly just wanted to fuck
her ... and I mean fuck her gooooood. And he knows he could do it, too,
given the chance. And he's certain - no, make that positive - that she
wants to fuck him as well. 

The sound of the shower spray reverberated loudly in the small bathroom,
as he absently ran the bar of soap up and down his chiseled arms, under
his armpits, his smile slowly giving way to a small frown. Aww hell ...
he had to face up to the facts - she never even gave him the time of
day. In fact, it was likely that she wasn't even aware that he existed
at all. 

He considered this for a moment. 

No ... that wasn't exactly true, he thought, as he swiftly scrubbed the
soap across the washboard surface of his well-toned abs. He has caught
her, on several occasions, looking at him with what he can only
describe as cautious scrutiny, the faint suggestion of a smile hiding
somewhere on her lips, looking at him like she's carefully studying
him, curious - liking what she saw, but wanting to know more ... or
maybe just letting him know that she's aware of him, biding her time,
waiting for him to make his move - with a subtle hint of invitation,
and all the possibilities that implied, lurking deep within her cobalt
eyes; perhaps even wondering just how brash and bold this cute guy
might actually be. And she has spoken to him - a number of times -
although he had to admit to himself that it was usually when she was
merely letting anyone within earshot know every exhausting detail of
her life. The woman could certainly talk an awful lot about herself. 

But, he remembered, she's engaged to that worthless piece of shit, Joe
Killian, the singer in that talent-less band he was going to see later
that evening. He never much liked the guy (or the band) but Joe had
asked him for some help mixing the band's sound and Peter needed the
extra money; anyway, it was an opportunity to see Celeste. And he was
fairly certain that she'd never cheat on the guy anyway, for some
strange reason - he's overheard her say as much to all the poor
bastards who inevitably accost her wherever she goes, to no avail (but
not before getting a free drink out of 'em, though). 

He just couldn't figure out what the hell she saw in the guy in the
first place, that's all. Well, maybe the guy has a really big dick or
something, he pondered half-jokingly - who knows? Peter chuckled
slightly as he contemplated that. Well ... certainly Celeste would
know. 

At this, he furrowed his brow and listened to the droning hiss of the
falling water as he tried, unsuccessfully, to keep an unpleasantly
vivid image from forming in his mind; one in which Celeste, wide-eyed
with disbelief, her mouth hanging slightly open and locked in a small
smile of astonishment, waits in eager anticipation for that asshole to
slide an obscenely enormous (nooooooo - it couldn't be that big!) cock
between her legs. 

This uncomfortable thought sat uneasily in his mind for about half a
minute. Naaaaah, Peter finally concluded, the guy doesn't have a big
dick; he just is a big dick and she can't tell the difference. He
would, therefore, just have to get her to see the difference. He
laughed aloud this time. 

But the truth was, she mostly just seemed unaware of (or indifferent to)
his very presence. So, simply put ... he just didn't have a fuckin'
clue whether she was interested in him or not - but being an optimist
at heart, he trusted his instincts and hoped for the best. Besides, he
told himself, running the bar of soap in lazy circles across his broad
chest and feeling slightly better, it would be difficult to be friends
with a woman if you're constantly picturing her with your cock stuffed
deep in her mouth. 

A mischievous smile spread slowly across his face as this vivid image
began to take root in his mind. He felt a pleasantly familiar pressure
building deep in his groin and, still grinning wickedly, looked down at
his ballooning penis, a hard-on of massive proportions (at least for
his modestly average size) growing quickly in both length and girth.
Damn, he was ready to go again! But he wasn't really surprised much by
that; Celeste always had that affect on him - just thinking about her,
and he's up-and-at-'em, ready to fuck. 

And that, he proudly mused, is a trick that has often come in handy in
the past. After he's finished banging some randomly-chosen drunk chick
that he'd managed to convince into fucking him and he's already shot
his wad all over the poor girl's tits, but still feels that she needs
to experience more, all he has to do is picture Celeste, say,
straddling him, riding him cowgirl-style, lustily impaling herself
repeatedly on his swollen cock, yelling his name over and over again at
the top of her lungs between multiple shouts of "Oh dear God" and "Oh
sweet Jesus", her sweat-glistened breasts jostling up and down in
syncopated rhythm with her forceful, downward thrusts, and suddenly ...
he's good for at least another half-hour or so, give or take.
Sometimes, having a good imagination can really pay off. Well, he still
had some time before he had to meet them and he was getting hornier by
the minute, sooooooo ... deciding to put his imagination back to some
good use, he put the bar of soap back in the soap-dish and gently began
stroking his rock- solid cock. 

**** 

Celeste lay stretched out on the sofa in her living room, watching T.V.,
wearing her favorite black laced panties, no bra, just a concert
t-shirt with the rock band's logo pulled taught against her ample
breasts. She delicately fondled a hardened nipple, poking roughly into
the fabric of her shirt, as she fondly thought about the cute guy she'd
seen at the bar the other night; the one who wouldn't - no ... couldn't
- take his eyes off her. She smiled, thinking of him again. 

This particular guy from the other night, she couldn't remember his
name, he was a funny one. Not funny like he made her laugh (which he
didn't), but funny in a ridiculous sort of way. Like the way he had
gotten all excited when she'd smiled and accepted his drink offer, as
if he'd thought he was going to get lucky right there and then on the
bar itself, while the bartenders, waitresses, and patrons looked on. 

She remembered thinking that she'd have a little fun with him then, so
when she asked him if he wanted to dance and he had blurted out a
drunkenly exuberant "Absolutely!" she was pleasantly rewarded with the
sight of him practically falling all over himself, leading her by the
hand to the makeshift dance floor in front of the stage. 

From there it was easy. Flashing him her most winning smile and giving
him a look she was sure he saw as a prelude to some impending sexual
encounter of the first kind, she proceeded to bump and grind, like she
was performing a striptease: hypnotically shaking her luscious tits in
his face to the driving beat of the music, accentuating the enticingly
deep crevice of her cleavage whenever possible; rubbing her shapely ass
into his crotch, feeling through her thin skirt his tremendous hard-on
pressing roughly into her; allowing his hands to move freely up and
down the delicate curves of her waist and hips, a goofy smile plastered
on his face the whole time, surely realizing that she wasn't wearing
any panties. 

All the while Joe was watching from the stage, giving her a knowing
smile, aware that she was just having a little harmless fun, secure in
the knowledge that she only had eyes for him. And she had to admit to
herself that it was fun; she just loved flirting with men ... or
"playing" with them, as she liked to think of it - in fact, she lived
for it. They just didn't always realize that it was just that:
flirting. And Joe, bless his heart, didn't seem to mind much at all -
hell, being in a band, he had all sorts of girls throwing themselves at
him every time he sang; she felt, then, that she should be able to
enjoy the advances of men just as freely and wantonly. 

But there were limits, of course; she knew Joe would never, ever cheat
on her, just as she would never even think of cheating on him. She just
liked the attention men showered on her, that's all; it made her feel
irresistible ... and powerful. And men were always showering her with
attention. 

Well, finally there was the inevitable mix of surprise, confusion, and
hurt on the guy's face (with, most likely, a fair amount of anger
thrown in for good measure) when, after the song had ended, she
politely said "Thanks for the drink", then, as an after-thought, added
"Oh ... and the dance, too", turned to her fiancé on stage, blew him a
kiss and yelled "I love you, honey!" so the entire bar could hear, and
sashayed over to the table where her girlfriends were sitting, trying
unsuccessfully to hide their amusement at the whole spectacle. 

This was one of several time-honored "games" she would "play" with the
multitude of men who hit on her in the various dives that Joe's band
played in around town. If the guy got too pissed off about it, all
she'd have to do is tell Joe and he'd take care of it (usually just
glaring at the guy was sufficient; Joe was pretty big, muscular), but
this guy just sort of - collapsed  - in disappointment and sulked off
to lick his wounds. 

Her smile faltered slightly as a momentary twinge of guilt swept through
her. And, she reminded herself, she had thought he was cute: those
gorgeous eyes, his beautiful smile, that unbelievably tight ass. Even
now, just thinking about him, she found that her hand had strayed down
under her panties and was delicately massaging her ginger pussy, her
moist twat tingling with the potential energy of a pent-up and
powerfully potent orgasm just waiting for its chance to go off. 

Slowly, reluctantly, she removed her hand from her panties and turned
off the T.V. in mild disgust - there was just never anything good on!
Getting up, she stretched her arms and yawned as she shuffled into the
bedroom, thinking that she'd take a short nap and, afterwards, a shower
before heading out to the bar for the evening. She sat down on the edge
of the bed and thought again about the other night. That guy may have
been cute, she told herself, but cute guys are a dime a dozen and none
of them can compare with Joe. 

**** 

Still stroking his hefty hard-on while picturing Celeste in various
compromising positions, Peter closed his eyes and remembered, years
ago, running into a guy he knew who had recently returned from a
lengthy trip to the Far East (I realize that probably sounds a little
odd, considering the circumstances, but bear with me). Now, lest one
should raise an eyebrow at the mention of yet another male in the midst
of an intrinsically heterosexual fantasy, the reason this particular
man merits any attention at all is that he is the one who related to
Peter the legends that still circulated in some parts of the Orient
concerning certain mythical "lost" texts of ancient magical sexual
techniques involving, among other things, something the writings
referred to as "Astral Coupling" - or, loosely termed, long-distance
sex. 

Of course, Peter thought it was all bullshit, but the idea had intrigued
him immensely at the time and ever since then he had wanted to give it
a try - just for shits and giggles, as they say. His friend had said
that the ancients used this technique (as well as others) to seduce
women who were unattainable to the average mortal man: the wives and
concubines of kings and emperors. Once the woman experienced this
"psychic reaming", she would supposedly be driven to seek out the
physical form of the spirit that had copulated with her and consummate
the corporeal side of the relationship. All the man had to do then was
make himself easy to find. Hell, as stupid as all that sounded, he was
beginning to think that was probably the only way he could ever get
into Celeste's pants. Therefore, it was worth a try. 

From what Peter could recall, the required ritual was ridiculously easy.
The basic idea was to clear the mind of all thought, save that of the
woman to be seduced, and recite the appropriate incantations ... and
that was all there was to it. But, what were the words?? It had been so
long, he couldn't quite remember, but for some reason the phrase "kanar
sudtraya" sprang immediately to mind. Yeah, he was pretty sure that was
it. That was what his buddy had told him; just repeat the words "kanar
sudtraya" over and over again, while mentally fucking the woman in
every convenient orifice and in every conceivable way, until his astral
spirit simply left his body. Well, that certainly sounded easy enough. 

Yeah, right. 

With his eyes still closed, then, Peter cleared his mind of everything
but the luscious images of that gorgeous creature doing the most
wonderful things to, and with, his body, as he slowly and repeatedly
recited the words to the spell, rendered virtually inaudible over the
noisy tempest of the shower. In his mind's eye, he saw himself mount
Celeste from behind and watched as her ass jiggled hypnotically with
every deliberate and determined push into her decidedly delectable
pussy; he imagined standing upright, cradling her ass in his hands,
raising and lowering her onto his dick, with her legs wrapped tightly
around his waist and her arms linked loosely around his neck, her
breasts pushed up against his chest as their nipples rubbed pleasurably
together; and he voyeuristically watched her gorge herself silly on his
cock until he emptied his sticky payload all over her face and down her
breasts, squeezing them together to catch every last drop. 

This last image must have done the trick, because he suddenly felt a
lifting sensation, like he was riding in a rapidly ascending elevator.
He opened his eyes, momentarily pushing the pornographic pictures of
Celeste out of his mind, as streaks of scudding clouds whipped past him
- when he abruptly found himself standing in a doorway, peering through
the steam into what appeared to be someone's bedroom. And that, to his
astonishment, was precisely where he found her. 

**** 

Celeste was still sitting on the edge of the bed when she first became
aware of his presence. It startled her, not just because there was a
strange man standing in her bedroom uninvited, but that he was
completely naked and, for some strange reason, apparently masturbating.
Not only that, but he also appeared to be enveloped in some sort of
strange mist - a billowing fog that cryptically lent a surreal quality
to the experience - and, as if that weren't odd enough, she thought she
could faintly hear the sound of a shower running somewhere in the
distance. 

But as weird as all that may have seemed, it didn't motivate her to
action; in fact, she didn't move a muscle or speak a word, having
suddenly and quite surprisingly become deeply and profoundly aroused;
the slight, sexual sensations she had induced in herself only moments
before were apparently still smoldering deep within her. She concluded,
then, that she must have unintentionally fallen asleep right there on
the edge of the bed and was now enjoying a very strange, but realistic
and excitingly erotic, dream. Except that the man standing in the
doorway wasn't the guy she'd been thinking about, the one from the
other night. 

Of course, after a few moments she recognized Peter and was at first a
little confused about why she would be having a wet dream about him -
she'd never really given him much serious thought before - but seeing
him now, his chiseled physique highlighted by the contrast of dark
shadows and soft moonlight pouring through the open window, she felt
the initial stirrings of a long-dormant passion that she had only been
tangentially aware of. Despite any lack of desire she'd had for him in
the past, she was without doubt wildly and unabashedly attracted to him
now. 

He began to move slowly towards her, languidly stroking his erect cock,
as she spread her legs open slightly in subconscious invitation, her
eyes moving from his mesmeric gaze, down his sculpted body to the
hardened tube of meat he was tenderly massaging in his hand, and back
again. She wondered, fleetingly, what it might taste like. 

So when he happened to stop abruptly in front of her, and she was
staring directly into the eye of his cyclopean cock, she excitedly
believed that she was about to find out what it did, in fact, taste
like; but then he fell swiftly to his knees, slipping her panties down
the length of her smooth legs, around her feet, and tossing them over
his shoulder in one quick motion, as he lovingly burrowed his face
between her toned thighs and allowed his serpentine tongue free reign
to strike up a lilting little dance with her clit. 

The sensation of feeling his roaming tongue gyrating freely inside her
cunt was overwhelming, to say the least. She leaned back on her elbows,
raising her feet off the floor and bringing her knees closer to her
body, as dozens of thoughts and questions flooded quickly through her
mind. How was this even possible? What the hell was going on here?? It
all felt so real; she could actually feel his tongue wonderfully
working her clit over, licking her labia into shape, his strong hands
moving caressingly across the curvature of her waist and down along her
supple hips. This didn't feel like a dream; and this certainly wasn't
like any dream she'd ever had before. 

But in the blast-furnace heat of her overbearingly hot lust, these
potentially troubling thoughts quickly evaporated. Hastily removing her
t-shirt, she tossed it carelessly across the room, rendering her
completely naked, as she first pinched and rubbed her hardened nipples
and then, as the ecstasy intensified, placed a trembling hand on each
side of his head, coaxing his tongue deeper into the abyss. 

She was moaning loudly now and, at one point, when the pulses of primal
pleasure were at their most extreme, she raised her legs straight up in
the air, grabbed the back of each calf with its corresponding hand,
locked her knees and, in an amazing feat of both flexibility and
balance, held her torso upright - essentially forming a v-shape with
her lower appendages while improving her vantage point - so that she
could better observe his tongue slipping and sliding around between her
legs when her eyes weren't shut tight in concentration. 

This maneuver, however, shifted her weight enough so that she began to
slide off the edge of the bed, completely lost in her wild lust and
totally unawares; but, never letting his tongue break its glorious
stride, Peter's hands shot up, one hand pressing firmly into each of
the fleshy cheeks of her ass, and held her careening on the edge of the
bed (her legs, straight up in the air and spread-eagled, passionately
declaring "V is for Victory!!" the entire time), keeping her from
spilling embarrassingly onto the floor. In this precarious position,
she closed her eyes and leaned her head back slightly, grinning a
Cheshire cat-like grin and giggling with pleasure. 

And then, seemingly without warning, while his darting tongue moved
effortlessly around and over her tender pussy, she cried out, feeling
the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced blossom deep within her
vagina and spread outward through her whole body, as she unleashed a
torrent of her juices straight into, and all over, his mouth. She kept
yelling out "Ohh!" in direct time with the fabulously intense spasms of
delight wracking her entire frame, dreamily thinking to herself that if
God were to strike her dead right now, she would certainly die a happy
woman. 

She was loath to remove his head from between her thighs, but the strong
desire to taste and feel his dick in her mouth, and the sure knowledge
that it would eventually find its way to the place where his tongue
currently held sway, persuaded her to lower her legs and, taking his
head in both of her hands, pull him gently to his feet. When he was
standing upright and she was once again "face to face" with the mighty
beast that was his cock, she licked her lips softly and, looking him
square in the eye, voraciously wrapped them around that magnificent
monster, bobbing her head back and forth lustily as she did so. 

**** 

He watched the determined movement of her head, as her luscious lips
slid skillfully along the tender flesh of his cock, her long hair
swaying back and forth softly as if stirring in a gentle breeze, the
barely audible smacking sound of skin and saliva seeping quietly into
the night air. He tried to clear his mind of everything but the intense
pleasures that were emanating from every square inch of his dick. He'd
worry about how the hell this could be possible later. Right now, he
just wanted to focus on this gorgeous woman and, more immediately, the
wonderful things she was doing with her mouth. 

The thumb and forefinger of her left hand was tenderly gripping the base
of his dick, the remaining fingers spread out evenly across his lower
abs - the thumb and forefinger of her right hand encircled his dick
(placed just in front of her mouth) and led her lips down the entire
length of it, stroking his rigid penis in unison with the even
thrusting motion of her mouth; after a few minutes of this, she stopped
and tickled the sensitive flesh just below the tip of his cock with her
tongue, and then quickly pulled her head away to look up at him as she
swiftly pumped his dick with her hand, eliciting a series of glorious
grunts and groans from him and causing a broad grin to stretch wide
across her glistening face. 

Placing his dick back in her mouth and picking up speed, she began to
hum intermittently, as though she were enjoying a tasty dessert, and
moved her right hand surreptitiously down across the plump valley of
her breasts - her fingertips lightly brushing the hardened, rubbery
nipple of her left breast, her forearm sliding seductively over the
right - down along the smooth plain of her stomach and between her
legs, where her fingers savagely massaged her wet pussy in time with
the soft and tender push of his gently thrusting pelvis. 

Peter placed his hands on either side of her head; not to rudely force
her face down on his cock, but to feel and incorporate its rhythmic
motion into his body - to immerse himself completely in the flow of
pure, orgasmic energy swirling and centering itself around the mass of
solid muscle deep in the pit of his groin, circling it like some
beautiful and benevolent maelstrom, gathering its strength for the
coming eruption. 

It happened a lot quicker than he had anticipated. Normally, he could
control the impending orgasm and hold it at bay until he was ready to
let loose, but this time it crept up on him stealthily and his groin
muscles squeezed together sharply, shooting the collected mass of sperm
through the shaft of his dick with the powerful force of a Howitzer
cannon and straight into her unsuspecting mouth. 

He shut his eyes tight, focusing intently on his pelvic muscles, timing
it so that when a volley of sperm was fired off, those same muscles
simultaneously pushed the receding blood back into his penis, filling
it to capacity and cinching it off, stiffening his cock until the next
barrage of semen was ready to go, which was only a mere half-a-second
away. With each shot he was overcome by a wondrous wave of euphoria, as
though his soul was being repeatedly and pleasantly sluiced through the
tiny slit-of-an-opening at the summit of his mountainous cock,
exultantly radiant with joy at having accomplished such a tremendous
feat of vitality and power and quite eager to do it all over again. 

Initially, the sudden burst of semen flooding into her mouth took
Celeste by surprise, but, like an old pro, she took it in stride and
intuitively followed the soft push of his pulsing hips into her plushy
lips, alternately swallowing mouthfuls of come and breathing in quickly
through her nose, as the warm and oddly sweet concoction nestled snugly
in her stomach. 

At first she was a little disappointed (she had hoped it would last a
bit longer than that, after all), until she suddenly realized that he
wasn't getting any softer in her mouth; in fact, it felt like his cock
was growing significantly larger with each strong surge, so that she
nearly gagged. When he was finally finished, she pulled back and looked
up at him in amazement, panting and staring wide-eyed at his still-hard
cock! How in the hell was that possible?? She'd never known a guy who
could do that! 

She heard a long and steady groan of delight escape Peter's lips as he
leaned his head back and smiled. 

Celeste stared at him incredulously for a moment longer, then turned and
jumped onto the bed. Fixing him with an enticing gaze and smiling
fiendishly, she crooked her finger at him and said, "C'mere, stud. I'm
not finished with you yet." 

Suddenly he was on top of her and inside of her: thrusting and moaning -
pumping, groaning! He kissed her long and hard, yet strangely soft and
tender, with an undertone of quiet urgency, her full lips soft on his,
his tongue gently probing and entwining around hers, her bountiful
breasts heaving high as his cock rammed swift and deep. Again and again
he pounced on her, in her, into her, deeper, (faster) farther,
(faster!) farther than any man had gone before, (come together) forcing
the breath from her body, (together) his face close to hers, (coming)
his breath warm and sweet, (coming, dear) her eyes focused on his, (oh,
fuck me) her eyes, (fuck me!) he could lose himself forever in those
eyes, (i'm coming) forever is a long time, (coming) a long time, I'm
coming, she's coming, (so am i), and coming (so am I), and coming!
(OhMyGod, SO AM I!!) "Oh God! CELESTE!!" 

And with that final desperate cry, they both came at once,
simultaneously yelling out, the headboard pounding soundly against the
bedroom wall, the concussions slowly fading away with the last dying
spasms of ecstasy purging itself from their hot, sweaty bodies. 

And the last thing Celeste remembered after Peter rolled off and away
from her, but before she slipped quietly into a deep, satisfying sleep,
was the wonderfully sticky sensation of warm sperm running down the
inside of her thigh. 

Jesus, what a dream! 

**** 

"I heard that she left Joe." 

Sarah said this matter-of-factly between sips of her coffee. She was
sitting across from Heather in their favorite booth, the one right in
front of the large plate-glass window, as the late afternoon sun,
blanketing the table top between them with its warm, golden light,
spelled out the name of the establishment in thick, black shadows,
filtered from the huge letters painted on the polished glass beside
them: "Debi's Diner". Neither of them had heard from Celeste in weeks
and they'd been in the middle of discussing it, among other topics of
mutual interest, when Sarah dropped this bombshell of information on
Heather's unsuspecting lap. 

Heather looked at Sarah in bewilderment, choking down the chewed pulp of
salad lettuce in her mouth before blurting out in a semi-controlled
tone "What?!? You've got to be kidding! She left him? Is she crazy??
He's fuckin' hot! That long hair, the tattoos ... Oh my God, that
voice! Are you sure??" 

"Yep, she packed her things and took off ... I don't know where." 

As Heather sat in stunned silence, trying to wrap her mind around this
juicy slice of surprising news, Sarah added, nonchalantly, "Oh ... and
I heard she's pregnant, too." 

At this, Heather's jaw fell open, her eyes swelling slightly in
surprise, as she gasped, "Joe knocks her up and then she leaves him??
That doesn't make any sense!" 

"Who said Joe knocked her up?" 

Heather sat quietly staring at Sarah, watching her casually sip her
coffee as if they had simply been discussing the weather or something.
Heather said cautiously, "You're saying that she cheated on Joe?? I
can't believe that - she loves Joe. Who told you this?" 

"I've only heard it from Linda, but apparently everyone's talking about
it," Sarah said, setting her cup down and looking directly at Heather.
"Linda is Celeste's closest friend, you know - if anyone knows anything
about it, it would be her. Besides, I've also heard that Joe can't have
kids. So, if she's pregnant ... well, you do the math." 

"You're sure she's pregnant? What if she's just getting fat and Linda
just thought she was pregnant? She looked a little on the heavy side
the last time I saw her. And even if she is pregnant, how do you know
it isn't Joe's?" 

"Well ... I'm not positive, no, but Linda seemed very certain that
Celeste was pregnant. And I think Celeste herself told me once that Joe
had a vasectomy a couple of years ago. Yeah ... she said that he never
wanted to have kids and that she didn't mind 'cause she didn't really
want kids either. Besides, like you said, why would she leave her
fiancé after getting pregnant by him?? That doesn't make sense," Sarah
said as she quietly resumed drinking her coffee. 

After a lengthy pause, in which she waited, somewhat impatiently, for
Sarah to dole out more information, but instead merely watched her
drain her coffee cup in that maddeningly slow manner of hers - she was
obviously trying to draw out the suspense for as long as possible -
Heather practically shouted out, "So?? If she's pregnant and it's not
Joe's, who's the culprit? Don't leave me hanging here!" 

"Nobody knows. Not even Linda. If Celeste had someone on the side, she
kept it a well-guarded secret." 

"Well," Heather said derisively after a few moments, shaking her head
decisively, "to hell with Celeste." She took a sip of her lemon-water
and smiled craftily - cunningly - as she said, "I guess that just means
Joe's ... unattached now." 

"Yeah," Sarah offered, "I guess so ... though he's not really my type." 

Heather looked up from her salad, her smile broadening incrementally, as
she said "I suppose Peter's more your type, huh?" 

"Peter? Well ... all right, okay - yeah, I'll admit it. He is," Sarah
said, a tad defensively Heather thought, although she was smiling. "He
and I dated for a while ... you know that. It just didn't work out,
that's all. I guess he just hasn't found the right woman yet." 

Her smile faltered fractionally as she let out a quiet sigh; but then,
her grin regaining its former strength, she quickly added, "He still
gets me hot, though," momentarily inducing a fit of hearty laughter
between them. 

"Well," Heather finally said, still laughing and smiling, picturing Joe
in his trademark tight black leather pants, remembering the way he'd
smiled at her the last time she'd seen him, "I'll take what Joe has to
offer any day." She swallowed another bite of her salad, her face
taking on a more serious expression as she said, "Speaking of Peter, I
haven't seen him around lately, either." 

"Y'know," Sarah said speculatively, "now that you mention it, I haven't
seen him around either - which is odd. I used to see him all the time."
And then, almost as an afterthought, she added, "I hope he's okay." 

"Maybe he got a new job out of town or something ... who really cares?
It's not like he tells anyone his business anyway." 

"He'd tell me," Sarah said meekly. 

They both sat quietly for a while, Sarah slowly savoring the last of her
coffee and worrying over Peter, as Heather mulled over this last piece
of information for what seemed like an eternity, realization slowly
dawning in her eyes as she said, "You don't suppose ... naaaaah,
Celeste wouldn't have done that." 

"Wouldn't have done what?" 

"Well ... maybe I'm wrong, but it seems kinda suspicious that Celeste is
possibly pregnant with another guy's kid and now both she and Peter
have disappeared. That's one hell of a coincidence, don't you think?
But ..." and here Heather shook her head stubbornly, "Celeste never
really talked much about Peter - I always had the impression that she
thought he was sort of a jerk. I just can't believe she would run off
with him." 

"Well, she could do a lot worse than Peter," Sarah said a little
testily, "but I agree; I don't think they would run off together
either." 

"Although, now that I'm thinking about it," Heather said after a
moment's reflection, squinting her eyes in recollection, "I can
remember Celeste telling me - this was several months ago, the last
time I saw her - about a really, really hot dream she had ... starring
guess-who." 

"Peter?" Sarah asked, trying to mask the disappointment in her voice. 

"Yeah. And," Heather said, beginning to laugh, "she also said that that
particular dream was the best sex she'd ever had! Can you believe that?
She said a wet dream was the best sex she ever had! How fuckin'
ridiculous is that?!? I'm sorry, but you can't tell me that a dream is
better than the real thing ... especially when the real thing is that
stud Joe. She's just fuckin' crazy. No, she wouldn't run off with Peter
just because of a damn dream! I'm certain about that!" 

And it was on that note that the conversation turned to other matters
and they continued talking and laughing until well after the sun had
gone down. When the diner was getting ready to close for the night,
they paid their checks and stepped out into the chilly spring evening,
hugging each other warmly and saying their goodbyes until next week
when they'd get together to discuss the course of their lives once
again. As Heather turned to walk away, Sarah asked, "Do you think we'll
ever see them again?" 

"See who?" Heather asked, genuinely puzzled. 

"Peter and Celeste, of course." 

Heather stared blankly back at Sarah for what seemed like a very long
time, before finally turning her head and peering off into the
distance, as if searching for the answer somewhere out there in the
darkness, saying, rather indifferently, "Oh, I don't know, Sarah."
Then, after a contemplative pause, she looked at Sarah and smiled
warmly, adding, "I'll see you next week, hon - goodnight," as she
turned away again, walking off to her car and never once looking back.

The Queen

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