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Flirting With Catastrophe

September 21, 2010 at 6:18 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , , ,

I’d chosen that blouse on purpose because it let my boobs hang out.  Now, as I leaned over the work bench, I felt deliciously self conscious as the front of my shirt gaped open.  I knew he could see my boobies hanging down, and that knowledge made me bold, horny and wet.

“Did you really rape a girl once?”

Uncle Tim sighed and put down the small engine he had been tinkering with.  “No,” he said with a sadness and certainty that made me hate myself for asking, “I have never raped anyone.  Who gave you that idea?”

“Mom.”  Uncle Tim was short, barely half an inch taller than me, but with his shaved head and muscles and all his tattoos he looked powerful and frightening, and I could easily imagine him raping someone.  “She didn’t exactly say so, but she, um, strongly implied it.”

“Ah,” he sighed again, and went back to removing the motor housing.  “I see.  Hand me that screwdriver, wouldja?”

Uncle Tim had huge hands like the paws of a grizzly bear that could be surprisingly delicate.  I could also imagine those hands punching through my bedroom door, shattering the wood, tearing the door off its hinges.  The thought made me shiver.  The words “LETS FUCK” were tattooed across his knuckles in faded blue ink, crisscrossed with a web of thin white scars.  I could easily imagine Uncle Tim raping me, a thought that made my clit twitch and my cunt drool.

“What was it like in prison?” I asked, bending suggestively over the workbench again, just in case he had missed the view the first time.  Under my skirt, the crotch of my panties was wet.  I’d chosen the panties carefully, a skimpy red lacey pair that I thought made my ass look pretty hot when I checked myself out in the mirror.  I’d considered going commando, but chickened out at the last minute.  I wasn’t wearing a bra though.  Even Mom said I didn’t need one.

“It sucked,” he said, not looking at me but fiddling around with the guts of the motor, “It was dehumanizing.  I guess that’s how it’s supposed to be.  Mostly it was incredibly boring.  People would get in fights just to relieve the tedium.  Sometimes it was scary.  Long periods of crushing boredom, punctuated with bouts of ass-clenching terror.  That about sums it up.”

“My mom doesn’t like me hanging out here.”

“No kidding?”

He’d make me suck his dick first.  He’d take me by the hair and force me down on his cock, cramming it into my mouth and down my throat until I choked and then brutally face-fucking me.

I wondered what his penis looked like.  I bet it was like his body: short, but thick and solid.  Uncircumcised, with a bulbous head like a ripe plum, and a compact set of balls.  I wondered if he’d come in my mouth.  I imagined what it would be like to have him flood my mouth with hot sticky semen.  I bet there’d be a ton of it.  I wondered what he sounded like when he came.  Would he call me a bitch, a slut, a fucking whore?  Would he growl like a wild animal?  Or would he come silently, mashing my face into his pubes as he wordlessly pumped hot come down my throat, holding my head in those giant hands until I had swallowed it all?

Uncle Tim seemed to have found the part that was giving him trouble.  He removed it, a tiny little copper fitting, and held it up, squinting at it intensely.  It was amazing how those huge hands with those thick sausage-like fingers could be so careful, so delicate.  I climbed up on the workbench and sat down on the plywood tabletop, casually letting my knees spread apart.  I felt cool air waft up my skirt, caressing my sweaty inner thighs and I knew that if he looked he could see my panties.

“Did you really kill a guy?”

“Is that coming from your mom again?”

“Yeah.”

“No, that’s not true.”  He set down the little bushing or whatever it was, carefully in a little plastic tray.  “I did hurt a man really bad once, and I’m not proud of that.”

He was standing so close to me I could almost feel his body heat.  I could see his package, an enticing lump in the front of his dirty faded blue jeans.  I was helpless down here in the basement with him.  If he wanted to take me, there was nothing I could do about it.

“Is it true that you were a drug addict?”

“Yeah, your mom got that much right.  For a long time I was on dope.  It was easier than coping with reality.   I don’t advise it, but you gotta choose your own path.”

He selected a new part and carefully inserted it into the guts of the torn-open motor.  I spread my legs a little further apart.  My naked calf ‘accidentally’ brushed against his denim-clad leg.  Concentrating on his work, Uncle Tim didn’t even seem to notice.

“So when was the last time you did it with a girl?”

Uncle Tim set down his socket driver and looked at me seriously, like a butcher appraising a slab of meat.

“Are you sure you’re old enough to be asking me that kind of question?”

“How old do you have to be to start knocking over gas stations?”

“Touché.  Ok, fair enough.  But it was liquor stores, not gas stations.  They keep more cash in the till.  And to answer your question, it’s been a very long time since I was with a girl.”

I felt a thrill of terror run up and down my spine, making me shiver deliciously.  My clit felt fat and hot inside my damp panties.  He might take me right there on the work bench, sweeping the tools and parts aside with one brush of his ropey, apelike arm.  He could undress me as I sat on the table, unbuttoning my blouse with his huge clever fingers while I sat mesmerized by his steel grey eyes, unable to protest.  He would take my skirt off, pull my panties down, sniff the wet crotch and smirk crudely at me, knowing me for the horny little slut that I am.  He’d paw at my breasts, fondling me roughly, twisting and pulling on the nipples for the sheer pleasure of making me squirm and cry.

Then he’d get undressed.  He pull of his t-shirt, black with the white logo of some 1980s hardcore band on the front, exposing his pale flesh, his jailhouse tattoos, a wicked-looking half-moon scar across his chest, his flat pink nipples, his beer belly.  He’d pull off his jeans and his underwear, and there would be his cock, jutting out at me like a spear, hard as diamonds, swollen red and eager.

He’d push me down on my back on the tabletop, covering my face with his huge hand, and he’d climb up on top of me.  I’d feel his bulk above me, the heat radiating off his body, his cock brushing against my sopping-wet pussy.  He’d nudge my thighs apart, and I’d be powerless to resist.

His hard steel eyes staring pitilessly into mine, he’d pierce my virgin cunt with one cruel thrust.  It would hurt, but not too much, and even as I screamed into the slab of his hand, the pain would be washed away by waves of pleasure.  He’d fill me up entirely, skewering me with his cock.  He’d take his hand from my face and replace it with his mouth, kissing me forcefully, brutally as he fucked me.  Almost against my will, I’d feel my body responding, fucking back against him.  He’d sense my orgasm coming, and hold back his own climax, torturing me with his cock, fucking me slow, slow, slower, pulling it almost all the way out and waiting for me to beg for it before shoving it back deep inside.  At last when I could bear no more, when the whimpers and cries of fear and distress had been replaced with gasps and screams of pure pleasure, he’d surrender control, fucking my cunt hard and deep and we’d come together, my pussy milking his cock as he pumped gobs and gobs of semen deep deep inside me.

Or maybe he’d want my ass.  After clearing the work bench with one sweep of his giant arm, he’d lift me bodily up and place me on all fours on the table top.  He’d tear the front of my blouse open, scattering buttons all over the cement basement floor so my tits hung down.  He’d pinch and pull the nipples, chuckling as I squealed and tried to pull away.  He’d lift up my skirt, tear my panties off, exposing my secret parts, my wet pussy and my tender little ass.

He’d spread my ass cheeks with those inexorably strong vice-like hands, exposing my most private places, and I’d bury my face in my arms, powerless to resist.  He’d draw his finger all the way down from the base of my spine, along my ass, over my asshole and into my pussy, and he’d chortle out loud as I whimpered and wiggled at his touch.

I’d feel the red-hot pressure of the head of his penis pressing up against my anus, and I’d swallow hard, panting like a steam train, trying to force my body to relax, dizzy with fear and lust.  And then, lubricated with nothing more than spit and my own pussy juice, he’d slide that big fat cock right up my asshole.

The sensation would be unlike anything I’d ever felt before: not painful, but a kind of intensity that I could only just barely stand.  I’d choke out a strangled little scream, and he’d only grunt and shove a little bit more up inside.  By the time I’d feel like I really couldn’t take any more, like I’d burst, like my poor ass would be split in half, he’d kind of sigh and I’d realize that he was all the way up inside me.

I’d reach back to pet my clit, hot and swollen and needy, coated in the slippery juices that were leaking so copiously from my cunt.  He’d be there already though, his huge finger gently caressing my exquisitely sensitive button, drawing tiny little circles on my clit, bringing me right to the edge.

Slowly, very slowly, he’d start fucking my ass as he fingered my clit.  At first he’d barely move.  The sensation would be amazing.  I’d be groaning now, begging for it, humping back against him.  He’d get more and more excited, forgetting to be gentle at all, fucking my ass harder and deeper.  He’d slide one of those huge fingers up my cunt, and then just when I thought I really couldn’t take any more, he’d slide a second one in alongside the first.

He’d whisper my name, over and over in a low throaty growl as he fucked my ass, and his thumb would keep bumping into my engorged clit, totally sending me over the edge.  I’d come on him, a long, drawn-out wailing orgasm, and my spasms would set him off.  He’d fuck my ass hard with abandon, taking his pleasure in my body, ignoring my screams and pulling hard on my hair until he came, shooting his come straight up my butt, his cock twitching as he came, gallons and gallons of semen, and that would make me come again, and then at last he’d collapse on top of me, panting and sweaty, his massive bulk almost crushing me, our bodies pressed together on top of the worktable, his lips in my tangled hair, his hot breath on my neck, his slippery cock between my ass cheeks, a big wet sticky mess.

My panties were really drenched.  “Uncle Tim?”  I desperately hoped I didn’t sound desperate.

He almost had the motor housing reassembled.  “Hmm?”

“Would you like to have sex with me?”

He set the motor down and fixed me with those steel grey eyes, and I experienced another jolt of raw fear.  “Sweety,” he said gently, “Didn’t your mother tell you I’m gay?”

God-dammit!

“Hand me that screwdriver again, wouldja?”  He tightened up the last couple of screws and wiped his greasy hands on his black punk-rock t-shirt.  “Whaddya say we go get lunch?”

Later on, after cheeseburgers down at the diner, as we sat across the table from each other and sipped our Cokes, I once again squirmed under his inscrutable steely gaze.  The tattooed words on his knuckles taunted me.

“I feel like a total asshole” I told him.

“Go easy on yourself Sugar,” he said, “You put it out there, and that counts for a lot in my book.  Hell, you had me halfway there, and I don’t even do girls.”

That made me feel a little better.  That was one of the things I liked best about Uncle Tim; he never talked down to me.  He always treated me like an adult.

“Hey Uncle Tim, if I bought something on the internet, could I have it shipped to your address?”

He raised an eyebrow.  “What, something you wouldn’t want your mother to see?  Sure, no problem.”

We finished our Cokes in silence.

“Uncle Tim,” I asked after the waitress had taken away the bill, “If you could change one thing in your life, what would it be?”

“I wouldn’t have got caught.”

END

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Good Times

September 9, 2010 at 5:21 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , ,

Jim was a beautiful drunk.  I first laid eyes on him over at the Good Times Saloon.  The Good Times was a very blue-collar bar around the corner from my apartment building.  Some afternoons when the writing wouldn’t come, I’d take the elevator down to the street and roll on into the Good Times and park my wheelchair at a table in the back and drink gin-and-tonics and watch the local action until I was seeing double.

He was tall and rangy and ropily muscular in a way that suggested hard, low-paying manual labor rather than the gym.  He had flames tattooed up and down his sunburned arms, and he had big beautiful hands, and tragic grey eyes.

He didn’t notice me.  Why should he notice a plain-looking middle-aged woman in an electric wheelchair drinking alone?  But I noticed him.  I all kinds of noticed him.

When I asked him what he was drinking, he said ‘Tequila’, so I bought him a shot of Cuervo.

He had drifted up here from Texas with his pickup truck and his dog, following a girl.  The girlfriend had of course broken his heart shortly after they’d moved in together and he was struggling to make ends meet.  He was the kind of guy who had the worst kind of luck, and it was never precisely his fault.

He was part cowboy, part musician, part carpenter, part welder, part sculptor, and all trouble.  Exactly my cup of tea.  Carlos, the bartender du jour, winked knowingly from behind the bar.  Inside my panties, my clit perked right up and my pussy salivated.

I was nervous about propositioning him.  All the usual reasons.  What if he said No?  What if he thought I was a freak?  What if he laughed at me?  But I knew he wouldn’t say no.  It was only two in the afternoon, and he was already on his third or fourth shot of tequila.  He was telling me about how he was having trouble making rent, how he couldn’t find any work.  The unions kept all the decent paying work locked up; illegal Chinese and Mexicans flooded the labor market.  He’d sold a sculpture last month, but had to spend the proceeds to fix his truck.

“How would you like to make some cash?” I asked him.

“Hell yeah,” he replied, “I’m a good carpenter.  I’ve been doing light construction since I was fifteen.  I could remodel your apartment, renovate your bathroom…”

“I just want to watch you fuck.”

That stopped him dead, right in the middle of reaching for a shot glass.  He blinked two or three times.  “Fuck?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck who?”

“Different people.  While I watch.  I’ll give you forty bucks a pop.  Cash.”

“When do I start?”

“Tomorrow night.  Come by my apartment building around eight.”

*

I decided to try him out on Ashley, an escort whose services I employed from time to time.  She claimed to be putting herself through nursing school.  It might even have been true.

Ashley showed up right at eight.  We sat down and had a drink and caught up on gossip together.  I kept checking the clock on the kitchen wall as we chatted.  Me and Ashley get along really well.   I’d almost call us friends.  She’s a smart girl and good company, but she does charge by the hour, and she ain’t cheap.

The doorman buzzed Jim up around eight thirty, quarter to nine.  When he walked in the door I could smell the liquor on him, ten feet away.  Ashley and I took one look at each other and nodded: “Off to the shower with you, Mister.”

When Jim came out of the shower, he was naked and clean and looking delicious.  Ashley was all ready to go, lounging on the bed, naked except for her black thong panties.  I positioned my wheelchair for optimal viewing, with my vibrator close at hand.

Our boy looked pretty damn hot: kind of a yellow complexion and a bitch of a farmer’s tan, but a nice body, tall and lean with lots of muscles and scars and interesting tattoos (in addition to the flaming sleeves, there was a little monkey on one shoulder, a she-devil with bat wings and huge tits on the other shoulder, and a square-rigged sailing ship on his thigh), and those big sexy hands of his.

Ashley went right to work, applying that talented and well-paid tongue of hers.  Whether it was because of stage fright or booze, or a combination of both, it took Jim a while to get it up.  The wait was worth it though: watching his cock get hard was a joy to behold.  It was like watching a time-lapse film of a flower growing and spilling into bloom.  He wasn’t exceptionally long, but he was thick, and his cock had a pronounced upward curve.

Ashley certainly seemed to approve.  She wiggled right out of her skimpy black panties, and I could see that her neatly waxed pussy was wet and excited.  She rolled a condom down Jim’s proud shaft, pushed him down on his back on the bed, and climbed onboard for a ride.

She opened up her pussy with two fingers, and very deliberately dragged herself back and forth across the condom-sheathed head of his cock until he was moaning out loud, begging for it.  Then, with a very satisfied little smile, she slowly lowered herself onto him, impaling herself, filling her cunt with cock.

I pressed the vibrator hard against my clit as they fucked.  Ashley bounced up and down on his cock, which glistened sexily with her wetness.  She fucked him slowly at first, and then faster and faster, and louder and more and more out of control.  He was grunting and groaning and humping her back.  Ashley told me later on that her orgasm was real, and I believed it.  Her tits were bouncing furiously, her forehead wrinkled in concentration.  Every muscle in Jim’s body was clenched, every tendon tensed.  He looked like a wild animal.  His cock made sexy slurping noises as it slid in and out of Ashley’s wet wet pussy.  She was rubbing her own clit with one finger as they fucked furiously.  My panties were down around my ankles, the seat of my wheelchair was soaked.  I timed my own orgasm to coincide with theirs.  Ashley was a screamer, and the walls of my apartment reverberated with her cries as she came; Jim was a silent orgasmer and the look on his face as he shot off inside her totally set me off.  It was one of the best I’d ever had.

“That was the best scene I’ve ever done,” I told Ashley later on over gin-and-tonics.

She nodded her head enthusiastically.  “Can we keep him?”

Over the next several weeks, I made employed Ashley and Jim’s services a lot.  What the hell, I could afford it.  I gave Jim a hundred bucks and sent him to a doctor for a full check-up, blood tests, the works.  Surprisingly enough, he came back clean.

I got to watch Jim fuck Ashley in a whole variety of different positions.  My favorite (and Ashley’s) was having him do her from behind.  She’d get down on all fours, tits hanging down and hair fetchingly mussy, and I’d have a fine view of Jim’s taut buttocks humping away, slowly at first, then faster and more urgently.  I loved watching those big, powerful, dexterous hands of his: fondling her breasts, pulling her hair, playing with her clit, slapping her pretty white ass.  I loved it when he’d wet one of those thick fingers of his and slip it right up her asshole.  (So, apparently, did she.  Ashley claimed to come every time with Jim, and even if that wasn’t strictly true, then at least she did a damn fine job of faking it.)  I loved watching him come, either buried deep inside her pussy, or yanking the condom off at the last moment and jerking himself off onto her, squirting oodles of gooey white guy-juice all over her face, tits, ass, cunt, or wherever took his fancy.  Sometimes she’d suck him off just like a porn star, and that was pretty freaking hot too.

Often I’d treat them both to dinner, either taking them out to a restaurant beforehand, or ordering pizza or Thai food after the scene.  They could both use more solid food than they were getting.

“Our boy Jimmy should try laying off the booze a little bit.” Ashley told me one night while we were waiting for Jim to make his appearance.

‘And you my dear,’ I thought but didn’t say, ‘should try easing off on the cocaine just a touch.’

*

One afternoon, when I was on my way out to a meeting with my literary agent, Mrs. Krapowski, my downstairs neighbor, stopped me in the hall.

“Who is that delicious young buck who’s been coming by so often lately?  Don’t tell me he’s your new visiting nurse?”

In the past, I had explained Ashley away as a home healthcare provider.  Which, in a way, she was.

“Jim?” I said, “Oh, he’s just a friend.”

“Really… just a friend?”  Mrs. Krapowski gave me a look like a large bird sizing up a particularly juicy worm.  “You can tell me, he’s your boy-toy, isn’t he?”

I admitted it.

“My oh my!” Mrs. Krapowski exclaimed, looking at me with envy burning in her eyes.  I wasn’t used to getting envious looks from other women.  I kind of liked it. “What I wouldn’t give for a slice of that pie!”

Mrs. Krapowski was about ten years older than me and married to a plumber.  She was a big woman, in every sense of the word, but she had a good honest laugh and a warm smile, and that goes a long way in my book.  I felt like I’d be a lousy friend, a bad neighbor, if I didn’t offer.  Besides, I had a suspicion that it might be really hot to watch.

*

If Jim was surprised by my choice of partners for him for the evening, he hid it pretty well.  He was very polite, and introduced himself to Mrs. Krapowski, and shook her hand, and I could tell that she was quite charmed.  We promptly dismissed Jim to the shower – he’d come straight from work and was covered in sweat and construction grime.  If he’d been drinking, it was only a beer or two.

“I suddenly feel a little bit shy,” Mrs. Krapowski told me as she started to disrobe.  She wasn’t really a fat lady.  She was just big: tall and curvy with a hefty bust, a big round belly and butt, thick thighs, and wide hips.

“Don’t worry about Jim.  He’s totally non-judgmental.”

“Oh, it’s not him.  I’m feeling shy about being naked in front of you.”

I didn’t know quite what to say to that.  She grinned a big, wolfish ear-to-ear grin, and unsnapped her bra, setting her enormous breasts free.  She wiggled out of her big white panties, revealing a lush patch of dark, curly hair, and then she was standing a little too close to my chair.  I felt something electrical pass between us, and my clit twitched nervously.  Then Jim emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, and the moment passed.

Mrs. Krapowski may have felt shy about undressing in front of me, but she seemed to have no qualms at all as far as Jim was concerned.  She whipped the towel right off him with one swift yank, revealing him in all his tattooed, farmer-tanned glory.  She pounced on his penis like an overgrown kitten onto a ball of yarn, and proceeded to bring him from flaccid to rock-hard in record time, licking, sucking, slurping, stroking, and squeezing him between her huge breasts until his dick was at its beautiful, up-curving maximum.

She practically manhandled him between her meaty thighs, grabbing his head and steering him like a horse, and he immediately dove in, pleasuring her enthusiastically with his tongue.

Jim went down on her for well over an hour.  In porn videos, that’s the part I usually fast-forward through, but this kept my attention just fine.  Mrs. Krapowski was a very vocal and demonstrative recipient, and I lost track of how many times he made her come.  The woman seemed to be an orgasm machine!  I loved watching her shake and squirm with Jim’s face mashed into her crotch, and I loved watch Jim, and his cute little white butt, as he licked diligently away.

Finally Mrs. Krapowski pushed Jim away.  “I think I’m ready for my dessert now,” she smirked.  My skirt was piled up on my lap, and my own juicy pussy and aching clit were more than ready for the main event.

Mrs. Krapowski had a very pretty cunt.  In contrast with the rest of her, it was quite petite and ladylike, with neat inner labia and a shy little clitoris that she forced out from beneath its hood with two fingers.  She was sopping wet: her thighs and Jim’s face were slick with it.  She lay on her back on the bed while Jim rolled a condom down his painfully-hard looking erection.

He impaled her with a grunt, burying his cock all the way to the balls in her eager pussy.  She responded ecstatically, cooing like a bird, enveloping him deep in her juicy folds.  He started fucking her hard and fast, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“Oh Jimmy! Oh my- Oh my goodness!  You make me feel like a virgin all over again!  Oh my goodness, you’re going to make me come!”

She wasn’t the only one.  I could see it in Jim’s face, the set in his jaw and the intensity of his stare as he urgently fucked her cunt, and I wasn’t far off myself either.  I had my vibrator pressed firmly against the swollen button of my clitoris.

Mrs. Krapowski came first, her coos escalating in volume until I was sure the neighbors would complain and I’d get an angry letter from the co-op board.  Her body thrashed and heaved as her orgasm peaked and peaked again.  Jim pulled out, hurriedly unfurled the condom, and squirted copious amounts of semen all over Mrs. Krapowski’s heaving belly and breasts.  That was enough for me.  He always looked so incredibly sexy when he came, always that expression of silent ecstasy.  I gave myself over to my own orgasm, letting waves of pleasure wash over my body like breaking surf as my vibrator hummed and my cunt quivered.

“Oh my goodness!” Mrs. Krapowski gasped out loud, “I don’t know when I’ve had so much fun!”

*

Jim picked up a full-time job as a non-union welder, and was doing a ton of overtime for a couple weeks, coming back to my place filthy and exhausted, sometimes too tired to fuck; but his boss turned out to be a crook and his paycheck bounced.  I loaned him a couple hundred bucks so that he could make rent, money that I expected never to see again.

*

My niece Jackie was over one afternoon for high tea.  Jackie wasn’t really my niece; she was my friend Janis’ daughter.  She was still in high school, and wanted to be a writer.  I thought she had a shot at it too.  She had the talent.

High tea, for us, meant smoking a bowl and then sitting around my apartment sipping a Coke (Jackie) or a gin-and-tonic (me) and talking about whatever we felt like, but mostly sex and writing.  We’d been doing high tea together, on an irregular basis, since Jackie was fifteen.  She’d hooked me up with some of my favorite internet porn, and I’d shown her what I’d never shown anyone else: my rough drafts.

“I really want to try anal sex!” Jackie said to me over her can of Coke, her eyes sparkling.

“So?” I sipped my gin-and-tonic, “Tell your boyfriend to go slow and use lots of lube.”

“Boyfriend?” Jackie made a face, “We broke up.  Besides, Rickie was straight as an arrow.  He wouldn’t even kiss me after I had his dick in my mouth.”

I’d never told Jackie about the little scenes I staged for myself.  That never seemed quite fair, as I got to hear every juicy detail of her sex life, from losing her virginity on forward.  Now seemed like as good a time as any to spill the beans.  Plus, dirty old biddy that I am, I had been itching to see Jackie naked for a long time.

She listened quietly as I told her, and explained my proposition.

“Are you serious?” Jackie said when I was done talking.  “That would be so awesome!  Is he pretty cute?”  I nodded.  “When could we do it?  Tonight?”

“I’ll make a phone call,” I said, rolling into the kitchen and making myself another drink.

By the time Jim came over, I was half-drunk, and Jackie was bouncing off the walls.  When he finally walked in the door (forty-five minutes late, as per normal), Jackie grinned broadly and gave me a secret thumbs-up.

Jim scooped her right up and carried her squealing over to the bed.  Jackie was a skinny, very petite girl, and she looked like a rag doll in Jim’s humongous hands.  She shrieked happily when he dumped her onto the sheets, her long hair spilled out in a beautiful golden-brown tangle.

“He’s like a slave?” Jackie asked me, her eyes aglow, “He’ll really do anything you want?”

“He’s not a slave, he’s a performer,” I said, “And yes, he’ll pretty much do anything you want.  Am I right Jim?”

He grinned broadly and nodded.

“Well then, I’d like for him to lick my pussy!” Jackie giggled, “If you don’t mind, that is…”

Jim didn’t mind one bit.  He undressed Jackie like a kid opening a present, carefully and meticulously so as not to spoil any of the wrapping.  He lifted her little black dress up over her head, revealing non-matching underwear.  I held my breath.  The bra came off, and the panties too.  She was absolutely gorgeous naked, all lithe and willowy with perky little breasts, a soft furry pussy, and an ass to die for.

Jackie lay down on her back on the bed, her dishwater blonde hair spilling off the side, framing her head.  She lifted her knees to her chest and grinned at me upside-down.  Jim peeled off his tight white t-shirt and dove in between her thighs into Jackie’s fluffy brown muff.  I have to say, at that moment, I felt distinctly jealous of him.  The expressions that passed across Jackie’s face, and the slurping and licking noises that Jim made had an immediate and moistening effect on me.  Feeling Jackie’s eyes on me, I scooted my pants down and started petting my clit, spreading the slickness of my cunt up and down my sex.

Then Jackie squirmed away, giggling.  She rolled over onto her tummy and wiggled her cute little tush invitingly at Jim.  He was no dumb bunny; he could take a hint when it was waved in his face.  He planted his face between her soft sweet cheeks and kept on licking.

“Oh my God!” Jackie announced to me, “He’s licking my butt!  He’s got his tongue like all the way up my ass!  It feels amazing!  He’s going to make me come!”

And then she did come, and it was the most beautiful thing in the world.  She thrashed and squirmed on the bed, her eyes clenched tight and her cheeks flushed, while all the time Jim’s face was buried between her ass cheeks, his hands under her hips.

When she was finally done coming, Jim stripped out of his blue jeans and boxers.  His cock curved upward, long, hard, and ripe to be plucked.  I grabbed my vibrator and started it buzzing.

Jackie got up on her knees.  Her cute little boobies hung down like a couple small ripe pears, her rump thrust obscenely up in Jim’s direction.  I could see her tiny little asshole, pink and winking, glistening with Jim’s saliva.

Jim looked questioningly over at me. “You know what she wants,” I told him, “fuck her in the ass!”

We had pre-positioned a bottle of lube next to the bed and Jim emptied about half of it onto his straining erection.

“Tell me him to stop if it hurts,” I told Jackie, who just grinned reached back and spread her cheeks wider for Jim.

It wasn’t like in the porno films where they just jam it straight in and start butt-fucking.  I have to hand it to him, Jim really took his time warming her up properly.

He started out with just one finger, teasing her asshole with it at first and then working just the fingertip gently inside until she was literally begging for more.  He slowly worked his finger in and out until he was finally knuckle-deep and she was moaning.  Then he carefully added a second finger, slowly penetrating Jackie’s upturned ass with his thick digits.  All the time she was moaning softly and rubbing her sopping wet pussy with both hands.  My own clit felt like it was about an inch long, and I was sitting in a puddle of my own juice.  My vibrator was humming happily away.

At last Jim had two finger buried all the way to the hilts inside Jackie’s little asshole.  “I can’t take it much longer,” Jackie said, her voice strained and raspy, “do it to me now!”

Jim’s beautiful cock was glistening with lube as he pressed it up against her anus.  He pressed forward and Jackie whimpered and the livid red head of his penis disappeared inside her anus.   She froze, and the two of them held stock still for a long moment, joined tenuously together.

“more…” she whispered.

Slowly, slowly, agonizingly slowly, Jim’s big cock slid up Jackie’s asshole until he was all the way up inside her.  Together, they started rocking back and forth.  Jackie’s eyes were half-shut, and her fingers had resumed their dance on her clit.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, “He’s fucking my asshole.  It feels so good!  I’m going to come all over again!”

Jim upped the tempo, actively fucking her butt now.  I could see his thick shaft sliding in and out of her butt hole.  There was an intense look of concentration on his face: I could tell he was holding back with everything he had.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Jackie sounded like a tropical bird when she came, her whole body flushed and trembling.  Jim let go at last, fucking her ass hard once, twice, three strokes and then exhaling with a rush and collapsing onto her sweaty back as he came.

The two of them lay naked on the bed together and watched as I brought myself off.  I was so turned on by that point that I didn’t even feel self-conscious about them watching me.

*

“Would you fuck a dude?  While I watched?”

“Honey,” Jim told me in his sweet Texas drawl, “For you I’d fuck a porcupine.”  He knocked back another shot of tequila.

Carlos was my favorite bartender.  He kept me in free gin and tonics.  He’d also been my very first in-home entertainer.  Carlos would fuck anything, and he had one of the biggest cocks I’d ever seen, in porn or otherwise.

Carlos lifted weights.  He had a shaved head, and there was no hair at all on his body except for his eyebrows and a little dark peach fuzz on his muscular forearms.  The head of his dick was pierced through with a thick steel ring.

Jim was late, as usual, and when he did show up, he was clearly sloshed.  He and Carlos shook hands glowering, and then slowly undressed, eyeing each other like a pair of prizefighters.  The tension in my apartment was thick as smoke.  I was excited and a little scared.

Jim struck first.  He pushed Carlos hard in the center of the chest, sending him sprawling on my hardwood floor.

Carlos was back on his feet in an eye-blink and, crouched down low in a compact mass of muscle, he charged Jim, bowling him over and knocking a lamp off one of my side tables, shattering it.

The guys were pretty evenly matched: Jim was bigger, but Carlos was stronger; Carlos had studied judo, but Jim was meaner.

They fought naked and silent on my living room floor.  The only sound was their heavy breathing, an occasional grunt, and the thwack of flesh-on-flesh.  It was really scary and highly erotic.  My pussy was totally drenched.

I couldn’t tell how much of it was play and how much was for real.  They were fighting hard, but they weren’t really beating the shit out of each other.  At least I didn’t think so.  Carlos had a bloody nose.  Both guys were sporting erections.

Then Carlos grabbed Jim’s arm just as he was swinging a punch.  Jim went flying and landed flat on his back -BOOM- in the middle of my living room floor.  Carlos was immediately on top of him, twisting his neck into a headlock.

“All right,” Jim’s face was purple and the veins in his temple were bulging out.  “I give.” One eye was already starting to swell shut and he’d split a lip.  Carlos released him and he crumpled into a heap on the floor.

“Oh Fuck Yeah!” Carlos crowed triumphantly, “Who’s the man?!”  Blood was streaming out of his nose, smeared all over his face and dribbling onto my floor in fat red drops like a summer thunderstorm.  He reached down and grabbed a fistful of Jim’s hair and jammed his ridiculously long cock down Jim’s throat.

Jim choked and gagged, but didn’t struggle as Carlos face-fucked him.  He managed to take most of Carlos’ length down his throat, which I thought was a pretty impressive feat.  I’m lousy at judging that sort of thing, but I’m pretty sure Carlos was packing at least ten inches, maybe more.

Carlos was humping Jim’s face really brutally, yanking his hair and using Jim’s mouth as a cunt.  Finally, he threw his head back, rammed his cock into Jim so deep his balls were pressed against Jim’s chin.  He held him like that for a long moment.  Every tendon in Jim’s throat strained and bulged out, and his face was bright red.  Then Carlos pushed him away, and Jim sprawled coughing on my bare wood floor.  Carlos towered above him, his hairless, pierced saliva-slick cock standing straight up like an obelisk.

“Next time I fuck you in the ass, pinche jue!” Carlos said.

“Fuck you!” Jim croaked back, “Next time I’m fucking you up the ass!”

And then they were all over each other, kissing and touching, and they landed in a heap right near my wheelchair.  They were a twisted knot, clasped close together like lovers, kissing deeply and rolling around on the floor.

I hadn’t realized just how excited I had become.  My panties were literally soaked through.  I yanked them down and started fingering myself just as they got hold of each other’s cocks.  They started pumping each other’s hard dick, each guy daring the other to come first.

It was absolutely the hottest scene I had ever been witness too, and when they came, (Carlos with a grunt and a curse, and Jim silent as always) they splashed oodles of hot come all over each other, I rubbed my clit fast and hard and my orgasm almost shook me out of my chair.

*

Me and Jim were hanging out at my table over at the Good Times one afternoon a week or so later.  It was still early, but we were both pretty shit faced already.

Jim had gotten kicked out of his apartment for non-payment of rent.  He and his dog were living in his pickup, parked in a vacant lot over by the East River.  He was still nursing a shiner from his encounter with Carlos.  I thought he looked pretty hot like that.

I killed the last of my gin-and-tonic.  Carlos wasn’t working that day, and the bartender du jour wasn’t even looking our way; he was busy flirting with a gaggle of hipster chicks over near the front.  I felt Jim’s hand on the useless stick that is my right leg.  I moved his hand away.  He put his hand back, higher up my thigh this time.  Dangerously high.  When I didn’t protest, he nudged my skirt out of the way and started caressing me through my panties.

We stumbled, or rather Jim stumbled and I rolled, into my apartment.  I hadn’t meant for this to happen, it went against my better judgment, but there you have it.

He lifted me bodily out of my chair and dumped me onto the bed, where he methodically started stripping my clothes off.  When I was naked, he undressed himself.  His cock was as hard as I had ever seen it.

He lay down on top of me and we kissed for a long time.  It felt good: his naked flesh pressed heavily against mine, his solid weight bearing down on me, his tequila-flavored mouth on my own, his tongue exploring my mouth.

He slid down my body and I froze, petrified.  I felt his hot breath on my cunt.  The room was spinning, wobbling like a dying top.

He started licking, and I gave in to the pleasure.  Holy Shit!  Was it always this good?  If so, then Ashley should have been paying me!  I couldn’t believe how wet I was!  It felt like I was gushing, like an out of control well.  I was sure that I was making a huge puddle on the bed and soaking through the mattress.

Jim had a finger in my asshole, I don’t even know how many fingers up my cunt but it felt like his whole damn hand, and his tongue was doing absolutely insane things to my clit.  I came and I came until I couldn’t take any more.  I pushed him away at long last, gasping for air, my whole body trembling.

He came up from between my thighs with a big wet grin on his face.  He slithered up my body, nudging my thighs even further apart, taking direct aim at my sopping-wet, wide-open cunt with his cock.

“DON’T. YOU. DARE.” I said it through clenched teeth, in a tone that meant business.

He stopped short, the swollen scarlet head of his penis poised just microns from the drooling entrance to my cunt.   “I’ll put a condom on…”

“NO.”

He raised his eyebrows and shrugged and then repositioned himself so that he was straddling my midsection.  He took my little hand in his enormous one, and wrapped it around his hard cock.  I marveled at how hot and silky-soft the skin of his penis was.  I let him move my hand up and down his cock, faster and faster until he came with an ecstatic grimace, shooting gobs and gobs of hot sticky juice all over my tits, neck, and face.

Breathing hard, he collapsed on top of me, squooshing our juices between us.  I savored that sensation.  We lay that way for a long while.  His bulk was heavy on top of me and made it hard to breathe, but I didn’t mind.

“Well,” I said at last, “I think the least you could do is help me take a shower.”

Jim lifted me up and deposited me in my seat in the shower.  He turned the water on and climbed into the tub with me.

I had a very nice time sucking his dick under the hot cascading water.  It was fun making his cock all hard again.  It felt nice in my mouth.  I enjoyed playing with his cock, running my tongue all over the head and the shaft and the balls, squeezing his ass, nibbling on his thighs, kissing his belly.  Unfortunately, Jim wasn’t able to come again, not even when he took matters into his own hands, pushing me gently away and jerking off into my open, waiting mouth.  But he did finger-fuck me to another very nice orgasm.

We toweled off and he helped me get dressed.  I thought it was really sexy watching him move around the apartment, naked, his hard-on waggling like a totem pole.  When his finally put his clothes back on, his erection was clearly visible through his pants.

I loaned him another two hundred dollars.  He didn’t want to take my money, but I insisted.

“You know this can never happen again,” I said.

“No?”

“No.”

After he left, I poured myself another gin and tonic.

*

I got sent out of town for a couple weeks on a book tour, which meant reading the same partial chapter over and over again at chain bookstores across the country and signing autographs until my hand cramped, eating crappy food at chain restaurants, and then jerking off to internet porn in my generic handicap-accessible hotel room.

When I got back to the city, I didn’t see Jim around the Good Times.  There was an envelope behind the bar with my name on in, written in thick pencil in Jim’s shaky block lettering.  Inside was four hundred dollars in greasy, crumpled twenty dollar bills.

I kept hoping that he’d show up, but he didn’t.  I called his cell phone, but it was disconnected.  He was gone.

END

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Dog Boy’s Got The Blues

September 2, 2010 at 6:43 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , ,

(prologue)

Tracy was a nice girl from a nice family who grew up in a nice Midwestern town, the kind of town that exists mostly in corny novels and TV miniseries.  She was a good student and showed a talent for drawing.   She wanted to go to university to be an illustrator or maybe a designer.

When she was a teenager Tracy, like most girls her age started feeling sexy.  Like many teenage girls Tracy wasn’t ready to start fooling around with boys.  Real boys introduced way too many complications.  That left just two options: fooling around with girls (Tracy was self-aware enough to know that she was at least potentially interested, but didn’t know how to go about getting started) and masturbation.  Fortunately she also discovered pornography at about the same time and she soon became a master and frequent practitioner of the art of self-pleasure.

It was early one lazy Saturday morning late in the summer.  The humidity lay over the corn fields like a thick wool blanket.  It was going to be a scorcher.  Tracy was lying naked atop her bed sheets, one hand flipping through the glossy pages of the dirty magazine she had nervously purchased from a Pakistani immigrant a couple of years older than herself at a downtown convenience store the previous night.  Her other hand was busy between her legs, where her pussy was already thick, swollen and extremely wet, and her clit was standing up, poking out in a deliciously obnoxious way.

She was deeply engrossed in a photo spread depicting two large-breasted, heavily made-up girls fooling around together in a hot tub.  The blonde girl’s tongue was outstretched and was almost but not quite touching her brunette friend’s asshole.  As Tracy perused the steamy photographs, Rex nosed her bedroom door open and came trotting happily into the room. Tracy was so absorbed in what she was doing that she didn’t even notice his presence until he jumped up on the bed.

Tracy stifled a scream and sent the magazine flying when the big friendly black lab joined her atop the sheets.  Rex knew he wasn’t allowed up on furniture and it was mortifying to be caught in this condition – shamelessly naked, legs spread wide open and two fingers busy on her wet cunt.  She’d never felt shy in front Rex before. And yet… Tracy couldn’t quite bring herself to shoo Rex down off the bed and she couldn’t quite bring herself to stop rubbing that swollen, slippery button between her legs.  Rex started licking her toes, which tickled and made her giggle.  He really was just a big oversized puppy.

She could have stopped him when he started licking her ankles and her calves, but she didn’t.  Her skin was all sweaty from the excitement and exertion and the humid morning heat and Rex’s tongue sent pleasurable shivers up and down her spine.  In the back of her head she knew where this was headed, but she didn’t stop it.  She rolled over onto her back and continued circling her clit with one slick finger as Rex licked his way up her legs and on to the soft pale skin of her inner thigh. When Rex’s long, slurping tongue found her pussy, it was almost too much.  She had to bury her face in the feather pillow to keep from screaming.  Elsewhere in the house, Tracy’s parents and her kid brother were presumably still asleep.

This was so wrong, so perverted, disgusting and sick.  And yet… The things that Rex’s eager, lapping tongue was doing to her cunt were amazing, better than anything Tracy had ever experienced. Better even than the buzzing handle of her electric toothbrush.  She put her hands behind her head and relaxed into it, letting go as Rex and his long slobbering tongue slurped away at her juicy, super-stimulated cunt.  Before she knew it, she was having an orgasm, a long, drawn-out orgasm, one of the strongest, best orgasms she had ever experienced.

“Good boy, good dog” she scratched Rex’s head between the ears when the tremors had finally ceased and the aftershocks had settled down.  Rex was panting happily and Tracy could see that his penis was erect, pink and unsheathed.

‘This is so wrong,’ Tracy thought, ‘I shouldn’t even be thinking about doing this…’  But Rex had just done such a nice job for her and it was really quite harmless if you thought about it. Certainly it wasn’t any worse than what they had already done and it seemed only fair to get him off too.  Besides, it’d be good practice…

Tracy and Rex’s relationship changed after that.  They’d always been best buddies, but now they were constant companions.  They went for long walks together and sometimes they’d play fetch and sometimes they’d find a secluded spot down by the river to lick, suck and fool around. Afterward, they’d lie together cuddled up in the tall green grass and watch the clouds float by high overhead.  Most nights, after the rest of the family had gone to sleep, Rex would climb into Tracy’s bed.  Some nights they’d just sleep, but more often they’d play a while first.

All this might have been fine, a summer love affair to be treasured and kept secret and not often thought of but never forgotten.  But Tracy was an adventurous girl, and once she got started she discovered that she wanted more, and one thing led to another.

When Tracy missed her period, she knew.  She bought a home-pregnancy test with shaking hands at the drugstore downtown, but she already knew.  She also knew how her pregnancy would be received in the small, conservative town.  Giving up the baby was not, as far as she was concerned, an option.  So the next day instead of going to school, she went down to the bank and withdrew the entire contents of her college fund.  She packed up her things, piled them into her car and then she and Rex headed out of town in her beat-up old white Maxima, bound for the Big City. Nine months later, while Rex waited nervously outside, a rather bemused resident at a crowded public hospital delivered me, a healthy (if somewhat unusual) baby boy.

Tracy waited tables for a while and eventually opened up a tiny shop in the West Village where she sold her pornographic pen and ink drawings.  Tracy’s erotic art became very popular among the city’s rich and kinky crowd, of which there were a surprising number, and she did quite well by it.

Rex got a job with the police department, and retired with full benefits after 9/11.

But enough with the family history.

***

I was a normal, happy, exuberant child.  When I was fully dressed, the only thing that distinguished me from the other kids was a long furry tail that stuck out the seat of my pants and wagged uncontrollably whenever I was happy or excited.

At school, I was a regular kid.  I was a bit of an outsider, as any kid who is smart and different will be.  I may have been overly fond of chasing balls and my tongue did have a tendency to loll out, but I also got good grades and liked books.  I got along ok, though I didn’t have any close friends until much later.

About the time we hit high school, boys started noticing girls and vice-versa.  I was no exception, but I was also painfully shy and very conscious of being different. So when the other kids were going to school dances or necking on the promenade, I was usually at home, jerking off.

Kat moved to our school from California and she looked every bit the part of a Cali girl.  She was tall, slender and athletic, with long shapely legs, big pert boobs and wavy blonde hair.  She fit right in with the popular girls.  If our school had had a cheerleading squad, she would have been captain.  She wasn’t a dumb blonde either, not one inch of it.  She was, in other words, so far out of my league that I almost didn’t bother masturbating to her.

And then the unthinkable happened:  Kat asked me out.  She came up to me right after pre-calc, didn’t hem or haw, she just asked me straight up.

“Do you want to go out on a date with me?  How about Friday night?  We could watch a movie and then hang out and do stuff…”

‘…and do stuff…’  I really did jerk off to her after that, and every night that week.  Part of me was terrified that it was just a cruel joke, that when I showed up for our date a bunch of sneering, laughing popular girls would jump out from behind a bush, snapping pictures with their cell phone cameras and posting shots of the freak online.

But it was just Kat and she didn’t seem nervous at all.  I couldn’t pay any attention to the movie; I was too distracted by her presence next to me.  I can’t remember what the movie was about.  It may have been a romantic comedy.  Heck, I can’t even remember what the title of the film was.  I was too distracted by Kat’s body next to me. Too conscious of my own erection in my pants, agonizing whether or not I was supposed to try and hold hands with her. Kat answered that question for me after the movie let out.  She took my hand in hers and suggested that we go for a little walk in the park.

“I like your tail” she said to me as we walked hand-in-hand past Victorian-era statues and park benches on our way toward the northern, more deserted end of the park.

“I like yours too” I said, and then flushed red.  Was that too bold? Too crude? Too overtly sexual?

Kat didn’t seem to think so.  “Thank you” was all she said, and she squeezed my hand with hers.  I felt as though I were glowing.  My dick was so hard and swollen it almost hurt.

We left the path and picked our way through the darkening woods until we came to a grassy little clearing overlooking the duck pond.  Kat clearly knew her way around this place at night; I was all turned around. We settled down in the crook of a big old oak tree and started kissing.  Her lips felt incredible against mine.  It was all I could do to not shove my tongue all the way down her throat.  My dick felt like it was about to blow out my zipper.  My tail was curled up in a tight, excited spiral.

“Don’t be shy,” Kat told me, placing my hand on her breast.  I could feel her nipple all the way through the layers of fabric.  “Here, I’ll make it easy for you.”  She pulled her shirt off over her head and wriggled free of her black sports bra, setting her breasts free under the soft moonlight.

She was beautiful, she was topless and she wanted me.  I fondled her breasts as we kissed.  They were soft, heavy, smooth, and firm.  She liked having her nipples pinched and played with.  The harder I pinched, the more she seemed to like it. While I played with Kat’s breasts, she was busy playing with my dick through the frustratingly thick denim of my jeans.

Finally she broke off our kiss.  “What do you have going on down there?” she asked, and then she was expertly unbuttoning my pants and tugging down my zipper.

“Good God,” Kat said in a completely different tone of voice, “What is that thing?  What are you?”

She got dressed without another word and stalked off into the darkness, leaving me to find my own way home through the park at night.  By the time I got home, I was too tired and disgusted to even masturbate.

*

It may have been my imagination, but I don’t think it was.  After my disastrous date with Kat, the girls at school started looking at me differently.  Some of them stared openly; others whispered to each other and giggled.  I even got strange looks from some of the guys.  I didn’t like it.  It made me squirm with self-consciousness.  I started to become depressed and my tail sagged like a day-old french-fry.

Lynda and I had been in the same class since early elementary school.  We were always the two smartest kids in our class, but we’d never seen eye-to-eye.  Lynda was a prissy-missy, an over-achieving good girl with a wickedly sharp tongue.  I on the other hand, had always been a slacker, a weirdo and a bit of a slob.  Lynda would go to a better college than me. One day a week or so after the Kat incident Lynda cornered me up against my open locker.  She may have stood at least two heads shorter than me, her fierce brown eyes level with my solar plexus; but the girl had presence.

“What are you doing on Saturday?” she asked me bluntly. “My parents are going out of town.  You should come over and hang out.”

“Are you joking?” Just two minutes before, a gaggle of popular girls had swooped down on me, pointing and giggling and snapping pictures of my crotch with their cell phones.  I was in no mood to be trifled with.

“Look,” she said tapping one foot impatiently, “Do you want to come over or not?”  Her brown eyes flashed dangerously behind her glasses.

“I’ll be there.” I said as the warning bell rang for class.

*

I rang Lynda’s doorbell at ten o’clock sharp, just as instructed.  She answered the door, wearing pink teddy-bear print pajamas.

“Oh hi,” she said, “Why don’t you come on in?”

We sat down together on the big white leather couch in her living room.  There was an awkward silence.  I was glad to see that I wasn’t the only one who felt uncomfortable and ill at ease.

“My parents went up to Boston for the day, some church thing.” Lynda made a face.  “They don’t mind leaving me alone here because I’m a Good Girl.

“Do you want something to drink?” she stood abruptly up.  “Ice tea? Juice?  I could get you some vodka…”

“I’d like a glass of water.” I said.

She ducked out of the room into the kitchen.  As she left, I noticed that Lynda had a really cute little butt.  I’d noticed her ass before, but I’d never really appreciated just how nice it was. Lynda came back with two tall glasses of ice water.  She sat back down next to me on the couch and took a long drink of water.  She adjusted the way her glasses were sitting on her nose.

“Are you nervous?” she asked.

“No.” I lied.

“I am.” She drained her water glass.

“Me too.” I admitted.

“I’ve never really done this before.” Lynda told me.

“Me either,” I replied possibly a little too hastily.

She turned on me.  “What?  Hooked up with a girl just for sex?  Or are you saying you’re a virgin?”

My tail thumped sheepishly on the white leather couch.

“Oh My God, you are a virgin, aren’t you?!  This is going to be fun!!”

My tail thumped a little harder.

“That is too funny!”  I didn’t think it was funny at all.  “And I always thought you were a total dog boy… no offense.”

“None taken,” I said, trying to preserve a shred of my dignity.

“Listen,” Lynda said, setting down her empty glass and looking seriously over at me, “I don’t know how you’re going to feel about this but I need to warn you, I’m on the rag.”

“That doesn’t bother me.” I said.

“Cool.” Lynda relaxed visibly.  “Awesome.  Do you wanna go upstairs?”

We went up the stairs and into Lynda’s bedroom, where we sat together on the edge of her bed.  I took her small hand in mine and squeezed.  She squeezed back.  Electricity seemed to crackle between us. The bed sheets were purple and the walls were lavender and the whole room was done up in a unicorn/rainbow motif.

“My mother decorated it,” Lynda said and frowned.  “I’d like to kiss for a while first, if you don’t mind.”

I didn’t mind.  I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.  She responded eagerly, kissing me back voraciously and pressing her small body against mine. Our lips locked together and our fingers intertwined.  Lynda shifted her position so that she was sitting on my lap, her sassy little ass rubbing up against the erection that was threatening to burst free of my pants.  Lynda was a biter and she seemed to be doing her very best to ram her tongue down my throat.  I didn’t mind one bit.  It struck me as kind of funny in a way; I’d only kissed a couple of girls before and I’d always very self-consciously restrained my own tongue.

My hand found her breast.  She wasn’t wearing a bra under her pajama top, and her nipple was hard and pointy.  Meeting zero resistance, I slipped my hand up inside and cupped her naked tit. Her breasts were tiny, not anywhere close to a handful, but they felt absolutely heavenly.  She pressed herself harder against me, and I played with her boobs as we kissed and made out on the side of her bed. We fell backward together onto the sheets.  I ended up flat on my back with Lynda sprawled across my chest.  She broke off our kiss and grinned.

“You’re an amazing kisser!  Who knew…”  She got up, straddling my lap, and peeled off her pajama top.  Her boobs may have been tiny, but they were perfect; absolutely gorgeous little half-globes with compact dark nipples.  She rubbed her bottom playfully across the throbbing log in my pants.  There was a big smile across her face.  “You like…?”

I did like.  I squirmed out of my t-shirt, baring my own chest.  All six of my nipples were pokey and erect.

“I like!” Lynda exclaimed, kissing her way down my chest.  She paused to suck each one, catching each sensitive nipple between her front teeth and pulling gently, making me squirm.

“Now this,” she purred, “I have got to see!”  Her face was right at the level of my crotch, and she was fumbling with the buttons of my fly.

It took a little fumbling, but she finally got all the buttons undone and my dick came bouncing out like an excited puppy released from its pen for playtime.

“Oh my goodness!” she licked her lips, “Wow!  That’s… Very interesting!  Very nice!  Mmm…” She flicked the tip of my swollen dick with her tongue.  I had thought I couldn’t possibly get any harder, but at her touch; my cock trembled and seemed to grow another half inch.  “I am going to make you feel really good. First though,” Lynda’s expression changed, and she suddenly looked small and vulnerable.  She asked me in a small voice, “Would you mind making me feel really good?”

I didn’t mind at all.

I watched ravenously as Lynda stripped off her pajama bottoms.  She was wearing blue cotton panties, which she scooted off and kicked in the general direction of her laundry basket. Hers was the first pussy I had ever seen live and in person.  It was beautiful.  She had a sweet little triangle of very neatly trimmed curly black pubic hair.  Below that, soft lips pouted open invitingly.  A white cotton string dangled out of her pussy like a pull-toy.

She plucked the tampon out and discretely tossed it in the trash. She then shifted position so she was sitting on the bed with her back to the wall and spread her legs.  Her pussy was wide open and I relished the view.  She was really wet and I caught a glimpse of her clit, all pink and shiny.  There was a little trail of blood leaking out and a whole lot of girl come.  Her pussy was at least as excited as my cock was.

She looked incredibly sexy like that.  I told her so and she blushed.  Then I slid my big hands underneath her sassy little butt and lifted her up so that her shoulders lay on the bed and her feet were kicking high in the air and her pussy was right in front of my mouth.  I pulled her to me and started licking, eating her out like I was trying to clean out a pint container of ice cream with my tongue. All my life I’ve been self-conscious about my tongue, even more so than my tail.  My tongue is just too long for my mouth and tends to flop out to one side or the other when I’m not paying attention.  At last I had found a really good use for that oversized tongue of mine.

I thought Lynda tasted delicious.  There wasn’t a ton of blood, but what there was mixed in with her sex juices and tasted amazing.  I delighted in her wiggles and gasps as I tongued her and I loved the feeling of her little ass cupped in my hands.  I explored every single inch of her pussy, inside and out, probing every fold and crevice with my tongue as I pressed inside her hot tangy cunt as far as my tongue would extend.  Every time I licked her clitoris, her whole body shook uncontrollably and she cried aloud. I’m not sure how many times she came.  It seemed to be a more or less constant thing, once I had gotten her going, like a huge summer thunderstorm rolling up a mountain valley.

“Ok!!” she finally pulled away from me, “Ok!  I can’t take any more!  Dear God…” My face was slick with her juices.  “That was amazing!  I am so going to fuck you cross-eyed!!”

She fetched a condom out from the drawer in her bedside table.  I saw a big pink dildo in there as well as a couple other items I couldn’t immediately identify.

She tore the wrapper open and tried to roll the condom down my cock.  It didn’t really work right.  My penis was the wrong size and shape.  We went through three different condoms; we managed to get the last one on, but then it tore.  We were both starting to get really frustrated.

“Listen,” Lynda said, “I hope you don’t think this is gross or anything, but you wouldn’t have to wear one if you put your dick in my ass.  Technically, I’m still a virgin at that, but I’ve wanted to try it for a long time now.”

She dug a bottle of lube out of that bedside table of hers and tossed it my way.  Then she lay down flat on her stomach with a couple pillows under her hips and her butt presented to me like a gorgeous soft ripe peach.

I poured nearly half the bottle of lube all over my cock and down Lynda’s butt crack.  She shivered and whispered encouragement, spreading her cheeks wide apart and revealing her tiny pink little crinkled butt hole.  I loved the shape of her ass; I loved the crease where her thighs met her butt cheeks, I loved the spiraling patterns of downy black hair on the small of her back, I loved the dimple just below the base of her spine.  I rubbed my cock between those delicious cheeks.  It was slippery and hot there.  Lynda grunted and raised her hips up to meet me.

“I don’t think it’s going to fit.” I said.  It just didn’t seem possible that I could cram myself into such a small opening and not injure her.

“Try me,” she said, wiggling her ass invitingly, “Go on!”

I positioned the tip of my dick at her tiny little anus and pressed gently forward.  Amazingly, she opened right up for me, swallowing my cock whole.

Lynda blew a long breath out through her teeth.  “Oh yeah… that feels amazing.”

It did feel amazing.  Her ass was so tight it was almost painful.  Her body was clinging to my dick, milking me and she was incredibly hot inside.

I began fucking her, slowly and very gently.  She humped right back against me and slowly, very slowly, the whole length of my cock disappeared up her ass.

“Oh shit yeah, that feels fucking amazing!  It’s so good!  You’re totally filling me up!  Oh shit this is wild!  Christ you feel huge…”

I could feel myself swelling inside her, and I knew I couldn’t last much longer.

“Lynda,” I yelped, “I’m going to come!  I’m going to come inside you!”

“Oh shit yeah…” Lynda was playing her clit like a banjo and grinding her rump against me.  Her glasses had fallen off and were lying on the bed sheets.  “Oh shit yeah, do it, come in my ass!”

I howled and let go, humping her so hard I nearly shoved her off the side of the bed.  My balls contracted and I pumped what felt like gallons and gallons of semen into Lynda’s butt.

With a satisfied sigh, I collapsed on top of her sweaty, gasping, petite body.

“Wow,” she said, “That was amazing.  I think that was the most intense orgasm I ever had… you can pull out now, but just be gentle, ok?”

“I can’t.” I said.  It was true.  Before I come, the end of my dick swells up like a body builder who starts taking steroids.  The more excited I am, the bigger it gets.  It takes forever for it to shrink down to normal size too.  At the moment, the head of my dick was the size of a small watermelon.

“Are you serious?  Ooh, freaky… In that case I’m going to go for an instant replay… roll over!”

I rolled over onto my back and Lynda sat astride me, my cock lodged firmly up her butt.  She leaned back and started circling her clit.

“Put a finger up inside me” she commanded, and I happily complied.  She was really hot inside and amazingly wet and slippery and I could feel my own swollen dick through her pussy walls.

I grabbed her breast with my free hand and started kissing her fiercely as I finger-fucked her cunt.  She was rubbing herself furiously, and it didn’t take long for her to bring herself to another beautiful, bone-rattling, full-body orgasm.

We lay there panting for a few minutes, joined tightly together.  Her thighs and my balls were coated in pinkish come and fresh red blood.  I thought it looked really sexy.

“We made a pretty big mess,” I told her.  It was true.  There were dark splotches on the sheets where we’d been frolicking, and we were both smeared all over with blood and come.

“Don’t worry,” she said lazily, “It’ll all wash out.”

We ended up waddling to the bathroom together and clambering into a freezing cold shower to detach me from her freshly fucked ass, an operation that Lynda found absolutely hilarious.

After we had finally extracted my reduced cock from her tender asshole, we toweled off and went naked downstairs to the kitchen. Lynda poured us each a tall cool orange juice and added a splash of vodka to each glass.  Neither one of us could help the big fat goofy grins splashed across our faces.

A little while later, I found myself sitting on one of the kitchen stools with Lynda between my legs, kneeling on the linoleum.  My erection was back with a vengeance and Lynda was very lightly stroking it with her thumb and forefinger. She stroked me so lightly that it was almost as if she wasn’t quite touching me at all.  Every now and then, she flicked out her tongue and playfully licked my balls or the engorged head of my penis.

“I love how your cock does that.” The head of my dick was once again swollen like an over-filled water balloon, trembling on the edge of bursting.  Lynda stroked my tail with her free hand.  Normally I don’t like people touching my tail, but this time I didn’t mind.  “I think it’s really sexy,” she went on, “I wonder how big you’d get if you had a butt plug in.  You’d like that, I bet.”

Her hand left my tail and found its way between my ass cheeks.  The tip of one finger grazed my anus and I jumped a little, my dick bobbing and waving.

“If I was on the pill, you could fuck me anytime and we wouldn’t have to use condoms, as long as we weren’t fooling around with other people.  How does that sound?”

It sounded pretty great to me.  Her fingers lightly traced their way up and down the length of my dick, tickling my asshole, driving me insane, tormenting me and keeping me balanced on the razor’s edge of a massive explosion.

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend,” she continued, looking up at me from between my hairy thighs, “It just wouldn’t work.  I’m too prickly and you’re kind of a dork.  But we could be just friends.  Friends who fool around…”

Up, down, up, down; she never stopped travelling the length of my quivering erection, her fingertips just barely grazing the soft skin of my penis.

“Gawd,” Lynda said, “Once a month I get absolutely insatiable!”

She suddenly plunged her finger into my ass and squeezed my cock tight in her fist and I came, squirting come all over myself. I had big white puddles of it all over my tummy and chest, some sticky droplets making it up to my neck and onto my chin.

Lynda proceeded to lick her way up my body, devouring my come like a kitting licking up spilt milk.  She lapped it all up.  Every single drop.

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The Scranton Archipelago

August 29, 2010 at 7:02 am · Filed under erotica, incest, sex ·Tagged , ,

“Hey Sis!” my brother Glenn called from downstairs, “Get your butt down here and start sucking on my dick!”

I was up in my room, trying to finish my algebra homework.  Glenn was downstairs in the living room, making out with his latest girlfriend, a fact that made it rather hard for me to concentrate on my studies.

I snapped my math book shut and hurried down the stairs, eager to please.  It wasn’t until I was halfway down the stairs that I realized we weren’t alone.

Danielle was just beautiful, I thought.  She wasn’t scary skinny, the way Glenn’s girlfriends tended to be, nor was she blonde.  She was all curvy and cuddly, she had a really large set of round, nicely-shaped boobs, and a gorgeous mop of curly dark brown hair.  She had neat lips that formed a sweet smile, and big brown eyes that twinkled with intelligence and mischief.  She was a couple years older than me; I saw her around school but we’d never had a class together.  Glenn had introduced her to Mom and me the other day before taking her out to dinner, and I had been struck to the core with a painful jab of jealousy.  I wasn’t sure if it was her I was jealous of, or him.

They were sitting slightly apart on the big black leather couch.  Glenn’s jeans and underwear were all twisted up together down around his ankles, and his cock stood straight up from his hairy crotch, wetly erect, red and proud.  He wore a tight white t-shirt and a shit-eating grin.

Danielle modestly tucked her boobs back inside her black bra.  Her skirt was all crumpled up and piled in her lap, and a pair of purple panties lay nearby on the floor.  Her cheeks flushed deep red.  It was really cute.

I approached the couch cautiously.  We’d never done this with someone else present before.

“Come on baby sis!” Glenn caught me by the face, pinching my cheeks in his strong hand.  “Show Danielle how it’s done!”  I could smell sex all over his thick fingers.

I hesitated.  I could feel Danielle’s eyes on me.  Glenn slapped me across the face, lightly, a warning slap.  “Come on Sissy,” he said, “we don’t have all night.”

It was true.  Mom was due home from work by midnight, and it was already past eleven.  I got down on my knees between Glenn’s muscular thighs and got to work.

I loved Glenn’s penis, and at the same time I was scared of it.  I loved it because it was sexy, beautiful to behold, perfectly shaped and formed, and because playing with it got me incredibly, irrevocably aroused.  I was scared of it because it was big, a little too big for my liking, and because its owner was strong-willed, mercurial, moody, controlling and insatiable.

I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock whole, working my tongue all over the red swollen head and pumping the shaft with my small hands.  I could feel Danielle staring at me the whole time, watching what I was doing with– disgust?  disbelief?  jealousy? horror? something else?

“Oh yeah baby,” Glenn groaned, leering over at Danielle, “now that’s how it’s done!”

I felt a flush of pride, and sucked harder.  I’m a sucker for a compliment.  Glenn’s big hard dick felt super sexy in my mouth.  My pussy felt all squishy and wet and my clit tingled.

When Glenn was really excited, when he was focused on coming, when he was super turned-on; that was when it was hardest for him to get off.  His cock was hard as granite; I could tell that he could go on like this for hours.

What if Mom came home from work and found us like this?  Glenn would probably go to prison, I’d be put in an institution, and Danielle would sell her story to the National Enquirer.  I redoubled my efforts, sucking like a vacuum cleaner on the end of his dick and furiously jerking him off with one hand, while my other hand snaked under his bottom and tickled his asshole with one beckoning finger.

That seemed to set him off real good.  He grabbed big handfuls of my hair with both hands and started fucking my face, deep and hard, cramming his cock down my throat.  I choked and gagged a little, but he was way beyond caring about that.  I tried to keep my mouth wide open and my teeth out of the way as he face-fucked me.  Now and then I could gasp in a little air, but mostly I just held on, knowing that it wouldn’t be much longer.

Sure enough, after humping me furiously for thirty seconds or so, he yanked his big wet cock out of my mouth and throttled it with one hand, spraying hot come all over my face.  I like it when he comes like that, but I like it better when he finishes into my mouth.  I fell on the floor coughing and panting, a big wet sticky mess.

“I should be going” Danielle said, wadding up her purple panties and sticking them in her purse, “I’ll see you tomorrow.  Thanks for everything.”

Glenn and me got cleaned up just in time for Mom to come home and scold us both for still being up and send me to bed.  Glenn retired to his own room and Mom fixed herself a post-work cocktail.  I lay in bed for a long time with my vibrator humming between my legs, listening to her move around the house.

*

Later on that night, when Mom was safely asleep and the house was dark and quiet, Glenn let himself into my room.  I’d been waiting for him, dozing on and off.  He crawled into bed with me, laying down on top of me in the 69 position, and started licking my juicy cunt.

His cock was right up in my face, and I started licking and sucking and playing with it.  It was hard to concentrate; the things he was doing to me with his tongue made me squiggle and squirm.  I knew from experience that I’d have to be careful with his dick; it was all too easy to make him come when he’d gotten off once already and when he was distracted by my pussy, and I wanted to have an orgasm of my own before I made him come again.

He concentrated on my clit, flicking the sensitive little button with the tip of his tongue like a cat lapping up milk and teasing the entrance to my vagina with his fingers.  It was all too much for me.  I forgot all about his dick in my face and gave myself over to the orgasm, bucking and grinding my pussy against his face, moaning out loud into his hot hairy crotch as I came.

He came too, shortly after that.  I think my orgasm really did it for him.  With a long low sigh he squirted a good amount of hot salty bitter come into my hungry, tired mouth.

“One of these days,” he said, still gently fingering my tender virgin pussy, “I’m going to fuck that little hole.”

“No! No no no!” I protested, but I knew it was true, and the thought made my clit twitch all over again.

*

I saw Danielle at school a couple of times, passing in the hall, but we didn’t speak.  I felt weird and ashamed about what she’d seen, but it also made me feel secretly sexy, knowing that she knew.

About a week later, it was the next Friday night, I was up in my room when I heard Glenn’s car pull into the driveway.  I’d been browsing internet porn and teasing myself through my panties with my vibrator.  I heard the front door open and close.  I pulled up my pants, set the vibrator aside, and held my breath.

I heard them go into Glenn’s room.  I tried not to think about what they were doing in there.  It didn’t work.  I looked at some more porno.  I resisted the temptation to grab my vibrator and finish the job then and there.

Maybe fifteen minutes later, Glenn poked his head in my door.

“Take off your shirt and pants,” he said, “and come on into my room.”

I did as I was told, slipping down the hall and into his bedroom in my matching black bra and panties.

Danielle was lying naked on the bed, her pretty lips wrapped around Glenn’s cock.  Glenn was kneeling next to her head, feeding her his meat.  Her dark curls splashed onto the white sheets in a beautiful mess.  Her big round breasts were pancaked on her chest and jiggled as she sucked.  She had a soft, slightly rounded tummy with a deep bellybutton, and her cunt was shaved bare.  I hadn’t really expected that.  Her outer lips bulged out, and the sex between them was pink and moist.  She had thick, muscular legs, and her ankles were slender and delicate.

When I walked in, Danielle and I made eye contact, and it jolted through me like an electric shock.  Glenn grinned broadly and withdrew his hard cock from her mouth.

“Sit.” He told me, indicating the side of his bed.  I sat.  The walls of Glenn’s room were plastered with heavy metal posters, scary-looking guys with big hair and tons of tattoos.

He spread her thighs wide apart.  I got a really good view of her pussy, and I thought it looked incredibly beautiful, sexy, small and delicate.  The petite inner lips pouted like a dewy flower.  Her pink clit poked shyly out.  She gave me a little smile, but her attention was focused on his big red hard cock.

Glenn maneuvered himself between her legs and took aim.  I heard the squishing noise as he entered her, and the sharp intake of breath as she was penetrated.  Then he started fucking her, hard and deep.  I was so turned on!  I could actually see his cock sliding in and out of her cunt, covered in her slippery juices.  They were both breathing hard, fucking hard.  I knew Glenn, and I knew he could fuck her all night if he chose, fuck her cunt raw.

She was lolling her head back and forth, eyes half-closed, grunting with every thrust of his wicked big cock, her face a mask of tension and pleasure.  If I were a little braver, I would have reached over and played with her clit, making her come on his big thrusting dick.  But I sat quietly as he fucked her.

Suddenly he jumped up, yanking his dick out of Danielle’s open drooling cunt.  He shoved his cock into my mouth and started frantically jerking himself off.

His penis was hot from the sex, and totally coated in Danielle’s come.  It was tangy and a little salty and I liked it.  It tasted sexy.  His cock was thrusting eagerly in my mouth, seeming to swell and throb against my tongue, and his balls were pressed against my chin.

Danielle’s hand found mine and our fingers intertwined.  I squeezed her hand as Glenn jerked off into my mouth.  She squeezed me back.  I opened my eyes and saw her kissing his balls, his inner thighs, and then her head disappeared behind his body and he started moaning and making weird animal noises, and I knew she was licking his ass.  He shouted so loud I was afraid the neighbors would hear, and then he came, flooding my mouth with buckets and buckets of his hot sticky semen.  I swallowed and swallowed and milked every drop from his wilting penis.

He slapped me once, hard across the ass, and sent me back to my own empty bed.  I felt Danielle’s eyes burning into my back as I left the room.

*

Danielle caught up with me after school, on my way to the bus.

“Hey” she said.

“Hey.”

“It’s pretty freaky what you and your brother do.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“It’s freaky, but it’s sexy too.” she said.

“Yeah.”

“How long have you two been doing that?” she asked.

“Forever,” I said, “Ever since we were little kids.  It started out with just a little fooling around, playing, but it’s been getting more and more serious.  Pretty soon I think we’ll be doing everything together.  Everything.”

“Do you want to come over to my house for a while?”

“Yes,” I said, “I’d love that.”

Both her parents worked during the day, and her little brother was in daycare.  The house was empty.  My pussy was hot and my clit was tingling, and it felt like my panties were soaked.  We didn’t even make it up to her bedroom.

On the cool, smooth linoleum of the kitchen, we kissed and groped and made out for a long time, her big soft breasts pressed up against my own much smaller ones.  My nipples felt like a pair of gumdrops, hard and puffed up.

It felt weird to be kissing a girl.  I liked it.  I liked it a lot.

She pulled my shirt off over my head and deftly unsnapped my bra and began sucking and tugging on my titties.  I couldn’t really believe it: she was beautiful, straight out of a renaissance portrait by Titian or one of those guys, the kind of girl that I would develop crushes on and worship from afar, and masturbate to at night with Glenn’s salty come still fresh in my mouth; and she wanted me.

Then her hands were inside my skirt and pulling aside my panties.  I was so horny I ached.  My pussy felt like it was wetter than Niagara Falls.  With every part of my being, I wanted to feel her inside me.

She pressed two eager fingers up into my cunt, and it hurt for just a second as the fragile tissue was torn away , and then pleasure overtook me and I savored the sensation of having her long clever fingers up inside me, inside my pussy.

Shoving me against the kitchen counter, Danielle kissed me forcefully on the lips, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth and squeezing my breast hard with one hand as she finger-fucked me.

I came hard, moaning, screaming maybe, into her mouth, grinding back against her hand.  Danielle pulled away, extracting her sticky fingers and grinning like a naughty cat.  Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she peeled off her shirt and removed her bra, setting her beautiful, round, grapefruit-sized tits free.

“I have been totally dying,” she said, licking her lips, “to eat you out!

She got down on her knees on the kitchen floor, and I leaned back against the countertop.  I lifted my skirt up out of the way, and she tugged down my panties.  They were a mess of come and blood.  She grinned up at me and dove right in.

Her tongue felt amazing against my clit!  It was like a wriggling little salamander.  Glenn may have had a more practiced technique, but Danielle more than made up for her lack of experience with enthusiasm.  I ran my fingers through her thick, curly hair and dragged my cunt up and down her lapping tongue.  She grabbed my butt with both hands and pulled me into her hungry mouth.

Her tongue circling and flicking my clit pushed me over the edge and I came again, grinding my pussy against her face.  It was a long, intense orgasm, and when it was over, my clit was tender and my knees were wobbly.

I took a thing or two I had learned from Glenn and applied them.  I watched silently as Danielle slipped out of her pants and pulled her red lace bikini panties off.  She knelt in front of me on the linoleum.  She had a gorgeous ass, pale and round and firm and smooth.  *SMACK*SMACK*  I slapped her butt across first one cheek then the other, leaving puffy red imprints of my hand on her flesh.  She smiled.

I got down on my knees behind her.  I could feel her heat, see her wetness, smell her sex.  It was incredibly sexy, like being inside a wet dream.  A little tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and caressed her pussy with it.  She sighed and seemed to open up like a blooming flower.  That taste again, the one I had tasted on Glenn’s fingers before, only even stronger now.  I could get addicted to that taste.  I licked again, drowning myself in her feminine scent, burying myself in her folds.

Her big tits shook as I licked her from behind.  I marveled at her clitoris, how small it was, and how much sensation it conveyed.  She was hot inside and wonderfully wet. I tickled her cute little asshole with my thumb.

“Someday I’m going to fuck that little hole!” I told her with more bravado than I really felt.

“Oh Goody!” she wiggled her rear end playfully, “Lucky Me!”

I went back to licking her clit, determined now to make her come just as she had done for me.  I tried to keep my tongue on her squirming button as I finger-fucked her pussy with two, then three, and finally four fingers, pounding her hole deep and hard until my shoulder ached from it.

When she finally did come, it was amazing.  She was so loud I was afraid I was hurting her, but she grabbed my arm urgently and said “Don’t you DARE stop!”  I licked her clit all the way through the orgasm, with four fingers buried to the knuckles in her pulsing cunt and the tip of my thumb pressed into her anus.  She screamed and shook and ended up collapsed on the kitchen floor with my face stuck stickilly between her thighs.  She rolled over and I crawled up on top of her and we kissed for a long while.

“You,” she said, “Are just amazing.”

*

That night in my bed, with a mouthful of my brother’s cock, I wondered if he knew that my pussy was no longer his personal property.  I wondered if he could tell that he wasn’t the first person to lick my cunt that day.  After he pumped his semen into my mouth, he uncharacteristically kept licking me until I came.  When I came on his aggressive lapping tongue, I pretended that it was Danielle’s mouth I was orgasming on.

*

Danielle offered me a ride home from school the next day.  I sat next to her, in the passenger seat of her black Stanza, savoring her presence.  Just being this close to her made my pussy damp.

“What are you going to do when you get out of here?”

I hadn’t decided yet whether I wanted to be a mathematician or a novelist.  But I knew what she meant.  There wasn’t much going on in Scranton: you could work at a call center, or at the Wall Mart like Glenn, or if you were lucky you might get a job at the hospital like Mom.  None of those things sounded at all appealing to me; and Glenn had been getting more and more bossy and possessive over the last several weeks.

“Do you ever think about running away?”

“Constantly.” I said.

“I’ve got a friend in New York City,” Danielle said, “She waits tables and does some modeling and stuff.  She’ll let us stay at her apartment for a while, and she says she could get me work.”

“Ok” I said, squeezing Danielle’s thigh through her jeans.  My touch lingered and strayed up the blue denim to the seam of her crotch which already felt warm and damp to my touch.

She pressed down hard on the accelerator, and made the tires squeal on the onramp.  We hit the interstate doing 80 miles an hour.

END

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I Like To Watch

August 12, 2010 at 5:51 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , , , ,

God I love dick!  I’m embarrassed to tell you how young I was when I started checking out boys’ packages and trying to peek up their shorts through the slats in the boardwalk.  For as long as I’ve been sexual, which is almost as long as I can remember, I’ve been fascinated with cock and with the male body in general.

Mom was pretty liberal; she always had some pornography lying around the house. It  was of course fun to look at, but also to show off to horrified girl friends.  Unfortunately it was all pretty soft-core; it was only about female bodies.  That was interesting as far as it went, but what I wanted to see was dicks and lots of ‘em! Big, hard ones being sucked or sliding in and out of wet pussies and tight assholes and shooting come all over the place.  Even back then I had a dirty mind and an active imagination.

My friend Shelly liked dick too.  She had inherited a stack of Playgirl magazines from an older cousin who was gay.  Shelly and I used to leaf through the glossy, stiff pages and whack off till our cunts were sore after school, before her mom came home.  Shelly always wanted for us to play ‘Brad and Angelina’ (I’d be Brad and she’d be Angelina), after looking at the naked guy models and I indulged her in that a few times, but to tell the truth I wasn’t that into it.

Our house was in a subdivision.  Behind the subdivision was a strip mall.  Between our house and the strip mall was a small patch of woods.  In the woods was a little creek that froze over in the winter, and almost dried up in the summer.  A few small fish and crawdads flourished in the creek.  There was also one muddy spot that could, at a stretch, be called a swimming hole.  One summer I made a fabulous discovery; this was where the local teenage boys came to go skinny-dipping.

I remember thinking I had hit the jackpot!  It was a hot August afternoon and there were naked male bodies galore, dick for days!  There were guys I knew from around the neighborhood and guys who were complete strangers to me.  A few wore swim trunks, but most of the boys were letting it all hang out.  There were fat guys, skinny guys, jocks, non-jocks and everything in between.  From my hiding spot behind a fallen log out in the underbrush, I could see them all.  The swimming hole quickly became my favorite place to go on a hot summer afternoon.  I’d lie on my stomach on a soft bed of fallen leaves and stick my hand between my legs where I was already sticky and gooey. I would then masturbate for hours on end to visions of naked teen boys and their dicks.

If summer afternoons were good, then the sultry summer evenings were –at least sometimes– absolutely freaking amazing.  Some nights after dinner, I’d slip away from the house, creep quietly out into the woods and hide behind my log and see what I could see. Sometimes no one was there and I’d go home frustrated.  Other times though…

One night I saw Tommy Flannigan, a kind of fat kid a few years older than me who lived in our cul-de-sac.  He emerged from the woods hand-in-hand with a gangly dark haired girl that I knew was in high school.  They sat by the water for a long time and talked, then they started kissing and making out.  Clothes went flying and pretty soon he was naked and she was topless. She had a pretty nice set of big bouncing boobies too.  Her head dropped into his lap and bounced up and down and I knew she was sucking him.  Knowing that she was sucking his dick made me extra wet.  I heard him come with a long, drawn-out cry like a wild animal and I brought myself off at almost the same moment, grinding against my clit and squirming in the rustling loam.  It was the most amazingly erotic thing I had ever witnessed.

Another night, two older boys snuck into the clearing.  I think they were both on the football team.  They didn’t waste a lot of time on conversation; they started kissing and pulling off each other’s clothes right away.  They both had fine, chiseled athletes bodies and my pussy was instantly drenched.  I could see their hard, erect cocks bobbing and waggling in the dusky light; this was the first time I had ever seen a real live erection on a real live boy and I was getting double action.  It was awesome!

The guys lay down on the ground together, and from the sound of things, they were having a really good time. Herein lay the problem: what they were doing was sexy as hell and I had a slippery pussy and a rock-hard clit to prove it, but I couldn’t see any of the details.  I couldn’t see any of the good stuff. I was pretty sure that one of my hot football jocks was getting butt-fucked, but my hiding place was too far away and close to the ground to give me a good shot of the action.  I had to content myself with a view of a pale, humping butt, occasional yummy glimpses of full-frontal male nudity, and their moans, groans and sighs of pleasure.  It’s not that it wasn’t sexy as all fuck, it was that I was greedy.  I wanted more.

It was a sticky, cloudy, humid Wednesday afternoon.  It had been raining on and off all morning but the rain did nothing to break the humidity.  A thunderstorm was brewing up, but wasn’t there yet. There would be no one down at the swimming hole today.  I was up in the old tree house, catching up on my reading (one-handed reading that is, I was perusing the dirtier parts of a smutty novel I had found buried in my mom’s bookshelf).  I happened to glance up from the novel just as my brother Troy walked into his bedroom.  The tree house was just outside Troy’s room and he had his windows thrown wide open in the hope of catching some breeze.  Normally I wouldn’t have looked twice, but I saw the book that Troy had in one hand.  I knew that book.  It was one of my mom’s books of erotic photography.  It was a big, hard bound volume with full-page black-and-white glossy photographs of beautiful naked women.  They were all nude, lounging around in erotic, suggestive poses, their big round breasts, shapely asses and hairy pussies all on display.  Some of them even had their legs spread wide open.

Troy was my older brother.  Aside from being a dork and kind of bossy and full of himself, he was pretty ok.  He was going into his senior year of high school that fall.  He wasn’t a bad looking guy at all; tall and slender, he ran cross country and track.  But, he was my brother.  Ewww.

Or maybe not so ewww?  He peeled off his shirt and kicked away his jeans and sat down on the bed.  He looked really cute in his tighty-whities.  Even if he was my own brother, it couldn’t hurt to just watch…

He lay down on his stomach and started leafing through the pages.  I had looked through that particular book before and it was pretty sexy stuff, if you were into looking at naked women. Troy’s little butt looked really sexy in those tight underpants of his.  I mean, he was my doofus older brother and all, but at that point I didn’t care.  I just wanted to see him get naked. I could feel myself getting all gooshy and wet inside my panties.  Troy stuck one hand underneath his body and I knew exactly what he was doing.  I already had a hand of my own down my shorts; my pussy was already primed from reading the smutty book; my clit was screaming “Oh please, please, please…”

Then he rolled over onto his side.  Thank God he rolled over so that he was facing the window.  I don’t know what I would have done if he’d kept his back to me; probably died of frustration, I think. Christ, now I could see everything!  It was almost like being in the room with him.  I could see his little brown boy nipples with a few strands of wispy dark hair curling around them.  I could see his flat tummy, his belly button and the exciting little treasure trail that lead invitingly down into his underpants.  Jesus!  I could clearly see his package bulging underneath the briefs!  His cock was clearly erect and straining to get out, making an impressive tent in the white cotton fabric.  I held my breath.

He turned a page in the book and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear. The he pulled them down and all the goodies came flopping right out!  With a kick he sent his briefs flying across the room and there he was in all his naked glory.  Framed by an unruly black pubic triangle, his balls hung lazy and fat in the summer heat.  His hard cock jutted eagerly out from its base and the head was all swollen and purple a drop of moisture glistening at the tip.  It was glorious!  Did all boys have penises that big and delicious-looking?  I suspected not.  I suspected that my big brother was hung.

Off came my shorts and panties, and I let my fingers do the walking.  I was soaking down there, all slick and slippery.  I mean I was really drenched!  Joy juice was flowing out of my cunt and running down between my butt cheeks.  I parted my labia and spread my juices all around, teasing myself while enjoying the show.

Down in his bedroom, Troy had his cock in hand and was stroking himself.  God it looked so sexy!  I matched him move for move, as he masturbated.  Sometimes he pumped faster, sometimes painfully slowly. Sometimes he seemed to grasp his cock tight as if choking it and sometimes he barely petted it with his thumb and forefinger.  I followed along on my red-hot clit.  It was almost as if he knew I was watching and was tormenting me on purpose.  He kept me teetering on the edge of one massive orgasm.  The longer he held off, the bigger and redder his cock became until it looked like it must be ready to burst.

My tits demanded freedom.  I pulled off my tank top and now I was naked too. My eyes were glued to my brother’s bedroom window, not ten feet from my perch and my fingers were busy on my increasingly needy clit. He rolled over onto his back at this point and the rhythm changed, becoming stronger and more purposeful.  His cocked looked even bigger like that, pointing straight up in the air.  I tried to imaging what it would be like to have such a thing inside me. He lolled his head back and arched his back, lifting his butt up off the bed while his hand maintained that steady jackhammer pace and I knew it was time.  I fiddled my clit furiously as I watched and waited for him to come, determined not to miss any juicy details.

His tempo increased, faster and faster. Troy’s eyes were clenched tight as he bit down hard on his lower lip, I could see his balls were a tight knot and then it happened.  His body went rigid and I could see every muscle clench.  His hand was frozen for a second and I swear I saw his cock pulse as he then erupted, sending a perfect arc of pearly white boy come all the way up to his chest.  His hand resumed pumping again, less urgently now as more and more come oozed out. It formed a puddle on his tummy, leaking out of his shrinking penis in a long, sticky, sexy stream.

I finally let myself go and the climax was well worth all the build up.  I had to bite down hard not to scream out loud.  My entire body shook with the release, my pussy gasping and my clit distended.  I gasped for air and made animal growling noises as I clenched my hand in the hot, sticky place between my legs.  It felt like my clit would just about pop off if I let go.  It was the best orgasm I had ever had.

I never caught Troy masturbating again, though I certainly tried.  I did see him naked a few times, which was a thrill, but then fall came and the temperature cooled off. All the boys stopped skinny-dipping at the swimming hole and Troy’s bedroom window stayed closed with the curtains drawn.

I toyed with the idea of tapping on his door some evening, but I couldn’t really imagine the conversation we’d have…“Hey Troy, it’s me, you’re dorky kid sister.  I was wondering if you would, you know, whack off while I watch?  If you wanted to you could come on my face or on my tits or whatever.”  Nope, that was too weird.  Way too weird.

*

Two and a half years later.  I was alone in the house, fooling around on the computer when the phone rang.  It was Troy, calling home from college.

“Oh, hey Sis.  What are you up to?” he asked.

“Oh you know, just sitting in front of the computer, watching some internet porn.” I don’t know why I answered the way I did.  I told him the truth; it just sort of rolled off my tongue. There was a long, silent pause.

“Seriously?  That’s what you’re doing right now?”

“Yeah,” I replied, matter of factly.

“What are you looking at?” Troy asked.

I told him.  I was watching a video of a blonde chick with big tits getting double fucked by a couple of gross looking guys with big dicks and crew cuts.

“Wow–” Troy said, “Is it weird that I think it’s really hot you’re telling me this?”

“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully.

“Are you masturbating?”

“A little,” I admitted.  In fact my skirt was already hiked up around my waist, and my fingers had been kind of busy inside my panties for quite some time already.

“Wow–” Troy repeated, “this might sound really weird, but knowing that makes me really hard.”

“Really?” I asked him.

“Yeah.”

“I wish I could see just how hard,” I said.  My pussy was all of a sudden drenched and my panties were soaked right through.

There was another long pause.  I could hear Troy breathing on the other end of the line.  I had paused the video I was masturbating to when I answered the phone and I looked up at the screen. The blonde chick was frozen in time, her eyes half shut and her mouth stretched open, full of dick, while one of the redneck dudes fucked her pussy from behind.

“My laptop has a camera built into it,” Troy said at last, breaking the silence just as the tension had become unbearable and the pause unsustainable. “Did you really want to see?”

“Fuck Yeah!” I answered immediately.

“Ok, hold on.” Troy set down his phone and I could hear him moving around his dorm room.  “Ok, I’ve got the laptop on… here goes!”

He gave me his email address and I opened a window on my computer.  The image flickered for a second, then resolved.  There he was, in glorious living hi-res video; my older brother, sitting shirtless behind his desk in his messy dorm room with his beautiful big dick pointing straight up at the ceiling.

“Fuck yeah…” I whispered into the phone, “that is so hot.  Can I see it up close?”

Troy obliged, standing up and presenting his cock to the lens of his camera.  It was great!  I could see everything, every little detail; the bulging veins, the curvaceous head and the soft, curly hairs.  Troy really had the most aesthetically pleasing cock I had ever seen; shape, form, and size-wise it was absolutely perfect.

“It’s beautiful,” I said into the handset.

“Thank you,” he replied a little bashfully, “I wish I could see you right now.”

“We don’t have a webcam on the computer,” I said and Troy nodded, “but I could take a picture with my cell phone and send it to you.”

I grabbed my cell phone, which was sitting on the desk next to the keyboard. I spread my legs wide apart, pointed the phone at my crotch and snapped a picture.

You could totally see the outline of my pussy.  A few stray hairs peeked out.  I was wearing grey panties and there was a big dark splotch where my wetness had seeped through.  Even I thought it looked sexy.

I sent the photo to Troy’s email address.  The look on his face when he opened the file gave me a huge rush.

“Oh my god Sis, that is so fucking hot… do you mind if I masturbate?”

“Hold on one sec–”  I yanked down my panties and kicked them off my ankles.  Pointing the phone once more at my crotch, I snapped another picture.

This one was absolutely pornographic, hard-core.  You could totally see the girl-juice oozing out of my pussy. The hair was slick and wet, the lips puffy and pouting open.  You could even see my little pink clitoris peeking out.  It is always amazing to me that something so tiny can produce such intense sensations! I emailed Troy the photo of my naked cunt.

Troy took a sharp breath in when he opened the picture.  His hand started moving up and down on his cock.  I was practically drooling!  I loved watching him masturbate and I loved that he knew I was watching him do it.

“I want to see your tits,” Troy gasped over the receiver.

I didn’t think that my boobs were all that and then some, but I obliged him, pulling off my shirt and taking pictures with my cell phone. I sent him one first with my bra on and then with bra off.

I snapped more pictures and emailed them over to him as fast as I could take them.  Some of them were a little blurry and out of focus, but Troy didn’t seem to mind.  He was masturbating in earnest now and I was right there with him.

I shoved two fingers right up my cunt, all the way up to the knuckles.  I was so hot and turned-on they slid easily in.  When I pulled them out, my fingers were thoroughly coated in clearish goo.  I took a close-up of my slippery fingers and sent it to Troy.

“Oh my God,” he said. “Hold on one second!”  He got up from his desk, his erect cock waving around like an obscene flagpole.  He disappeared out of the camera’s field of vision.  A couple seconds later he came back into view holding something that looked a little like a small silver rocket ship.

Holy Shit.

He turned around, showing his backside to the camera and spread his cheeks apart.  I caught a fleeting glimpse of his cute little asshole and then he was working the vibrator up inside.  I masturbated furiously.

When it was all the way up his butt, he turned around so he was in profile to the camera.  I had a perfect view of his cock.  It looked delicious that way, long and proud, curving slightly upward and practically pulsating as his big balls gathered up tight underneath. One hand was pumping his cock, the other was hold the vibrator in place up his ass.  My pussy was making squooshy noises as I vigorously rubbed up and down the front of my sex, stimulating my clit.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna come!” Troy groaned.

I was right there with him.

With his ass clenched and his back arched, Troy’s dick seemed to swell like a balloon about to burst, and then he shot off with a loud, erotic groan, squirting out gobs and gobs of delicious-looking boy juice.  I gave myself over to pleasure, spreading my legs as wide as they would go and grinding on my clit, moaning into the phone as a massive orgasm wracked through my body.

After that, we just panted at each other over the phone line for a minute.  I lazily watched a big fat drop of come slowly ooze out of the end of Troy’s softening cock.

“Wow,” Troy said, “that was intense.”

“Yeah it was,” I said back.

“That was fun–”

“Yeah, really fun,” I agreed.

“But kind of weird, right?” he added.

“Yeah, a little.”

“We should do this again sometime,” Troy said.

We never did though.

*

After he graduated from college, Troy moved to New York City.  He got an apartment in Brooklyn and started dating this girl called Mel.  Mel was a cute black chick with milk-chocolate skin and spunky dreads.  She was short and very curvaceous, with big boobs and an even bigger gap-toothed smile.

If Mom was at all upset or concerned that her son was dating a black girl, she hid it pretty well.  Mel always seemed kind of shy when she came over for dinner, or when I saw her at family functions.  She was kind of quiet but always very polite and well spoken.  She seemed really nice.  She had a degree in biochemistry.

One Friday afternoon, Troy called my cell phone.

“Hey Sis,” he said, “I was thinking about asking you a favor.  You don’t have to if it’s too weird–”

Well that certainly got my attention.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Well, Mel and I just got a new digital video recorder and we were wondering if maybe you’d like to come down to the city this weekend and help us make a video.”

“What kind of video?” I asked.

“Um, we were hoping you’d shoot a video of the two of us in action.”

Say no more.  I was so there!  The next morning found me on a train bound for New York City. When I arrived at their apartment Mel answered the door wearing comfy-looking sweat pants and an oversized black t-shirt.  She gave me a big, warm hug, “I’m so glad you agreed to do this!” she beamed.

Troy was there too, looking delectable in jeans and a tight t-shirt.   “Are you thirsty?  Can I get you anything?” he asked.

“No,” I said, “Let’s just get started!”

Troy handed me the video camera.  It looked expensive and fit nicely into the palm of my hand.

“We’ll go into the bathroom and get undressed.” Troy said. “Wait like three minutes, and then come on in with the camera running.”

Giggling, they went into the bathroom together, and closed the door behind.  I heard the sound of water running.  I faithfully waited, watching the clock in my cell phone.  When exactly three minutes had passed by, I turned on the camera, pressed the record button, and went on in. I carefully stepped over a pile of clothes.  The shower curtain was drawn, and Troy and Mel were naked under the spray of water coming out of the shower head.

Troy’s dick wasn’t really hard yet, but it was already well on it’s way.  He looked great all naked and wet with water beading up on his skin.  I liked the way his body had matured since he was a teen.

Mel’s breasts were large, but perky, angling slightly up and out.  She had big, dark brown nipples that were very prominent.  She was voluptuous, with a gently rounded belly and muscular legs. Her pussy was bald, shaved or waxed completely bare.  This was the first time I’d seen such a thing in person; I’d seen plenty of shaved pussies in porn of course, but not in real life.  Her plump outer lips mashed together invitingly.

They were kissing and making out in the shower.  I loved the contrast of their skins; his white hands on her big brown breasts, her dark hands on his pale cock and balls.  I zoomed in with the camera on Troy’s crotch and recorded in close-up as Mel manipulated his dick into a full-blown erection. This was wild, sexy as hell and I was loving it.  I was inches away from the action and I could see everything.

Mel winked and flashed me a big gap-toothed grin.  I panned back as she slid her breasts down Troy’s body until she was on her knees in the bathtub.  She dove right in, kissing, licking, slurping, and enthusiastically swallowing my brother’s erection while I filmed.

Her head bobbed up and down on his dick as her big full lips wrapped around his hard cock. Her hands were squeezing his butt, playing with his balls and occasionally stroking his shaft as Troy leaned back against the tile wall, his head lolling back with pleasure.

Then Mel pulled slowly back, letting Troy’s cock slowly, slowly escape her clinging lips and her cheeks pinched as if she were trying to suck a very thick milkshake through a straw.  At last only the head was left in her mouth.  She finally released his swollen purple head with a loud *pop* that made his wet cock jiggle and dance.  With a gratuitous leer, she stuck out her tongue and slurped the underside of his dick all the way from the balls to the pee hole.

Next, she spun Troy around so that he was facing the shower wall and his cute little white butt was right up in her face.  Teasingly, she licking and fondled his ball sac from behind, making his testicles dance.  She spread his butt cheeks apart and I captured a nice shot of my big brother’s crinkled anus.  Then Mel dove right in and started loudly and joyously rimming him, reaching around his front and jerking him off while she licked his asshole.

Troy was moaning and groaning with pleasure.  It looked so fucking hot!  I was soaking wet inside my panties.

“Oh God Mel,” Troy croaked out, “you’re gonna make me fucking come!”

She immediately ceased what she was doing and stood up pressing her voluptuous chocolate body against Troy’s back. She rubbed her smooth juicy pussy against his thighs as she nibbled his ear and fondled his buns.

“Let’s move into the bedroom,” Mel suggested, her hand full of Troy’s balls and her thumb halfway up his butt.

I paused the camera as they did a very quick towel off and then all three of us piled out across the apartment and into their bedroom.  Troy’s dick was sticking straight out, wiggling back and forth as he ran.  It was even bigger and harder and more delicious-looking than I remembered.  I surreptitiously stuck my hand up my skirt and inside my panties.  My pussy was sopping wet.

I pressed the record button again.  Mel flopped down on the bed, scooted a pillow under her ass and spread her legs wide open.  I brought the camera in for a close-up shot of her pussy.  She had a very beautiful cunt; if you were into pussy it would have been absolutely mouth watering.  She was all soft brown skin and slick and swollen purple girl parts. Joy juice leaked copiously out of her.  Her big pink clit poked expectantly out, practically throbbing with anticipation.

Troy landed on the bed between Mel’s smooth thighs, and cupped his hands under her butt as he started licking her pussy.  Troy was an enthusiastic cunnilingist, and Mel was soon squirming and wiggling as he tongued her.  She was absolutely beaming, “Oh baby!  Oh yeah you lick me so good!  Oh yeah baby, that feels amazing!”

It did look pretty hot!  Troy was really into it too.  I liked the slurping and smacking noises they were making as he ate her out and I liked seeing his cute pale ass and muscular shoulders.  Mel’s tits were pan-caked and they jiggled in time with his slurping, which looked pretty nice too.

Mel dug her fingers into my brother’s hair, pulling him hard against her pussy and proceeded to have a very long and loud thrashing orgasm right on his face.  I was almost jealous. When she stopped shaking Troy climbed up from between her thighs.  His face was glowing, slick with her juices.  He got up on his knees and nosed his naked cock right up against her hungry opening.

“Are you ready for it baby?” Troy teased, as I zoomed in tight on his engorged cock nuzzling against her pussy lips.

“Oh yeah!” Mel replied, “fuck me now!  Fuck me good and hard!”

As I recorded the action in high-definition  electronically-stabilized video, Troy slowly sank the entire length and girth of his glorious cock into Mel’s juicy pussy.  As his cock slid in and out of her, Mel’s pussy seemed to bulge greedily around his thickness and to grasp hungrily at his dick as he fucked her. This was way better than any porno I had ever seen.  They were both losing themselves in the sex, clasping their hands and making sexy little noises as they fucked.  I pulled back to get a hotter angle.

“Oh yeah,” Mel gasped, “flip me over and fuck me from behind!”

Troy happily complied.  When he pulled out of her, his dick was totally coated in her come.  Mel got up on all fours with her rump thrust up and boobs hanging down as Troy fucked her doggy style.  I got some sweet shots of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy while his thumb was toying with her asshole.  The expression on their faces as they fucked like that was pretty priceless.  I wondered if I could make a career out of being a pornographer.

“Stick it up my asshole baby,” Mel whispered hoarsely, “Come on and fuck me in the butt!”

Mel fell forward so her breasts were resting on the bed and one side of her face was pressed against the sheets.  Her ass was high and on full display.  Troy spread her milk chocolate ass cheeks apart, exposing her winking little anus.  His cock was all slick with her juices and looked like it was red hot and ready to explode.  The purple veins stood out and I could actually see his pulse twitching and the proud helmet-shaped head was a lurid red.

He nosed the end of his dick up to her asshole, pressing up against her.  From this perspective his cock looked huge; there was no way, I thought, it would fit up inside that tiny little hole.

“Hurry up!” Mel rasped,.  Her fingers were already squishing  busily over her clit, “Fuck my ass now!”

Troy eased his dick into her as her ass seemed to eat him up.  At last, his balls were pressed up against Mel’s soft pillow-like ass cheeks.

“Oh fuck, I can’t hold on!” Troy wailed, “I’m going to come in your asshole!”

“Oh yeah Baby, come inside me!  I’m coming too!  Oh shit yeah, I’m commming!!”  Mel’s fingers were strumming her clit furiously.

Troy bucked, thrusting powerfully in and out before shouting out loud like a pouncing jaguar and burying himself deep inside her ass.  He collapsed with sweat on top of Mel as she shook and gasped her way through a long, hard orgasm of her own.

I pulled the camera back, leaving them stickily entwined together on the bed, Troy’s dick still captured up Mel’s butt.  As she lay there breathing hard Troy played with her hair, softly whispering and kissing her ears and neck.

Later on, after they had cleaned up, showered again and gotten dressed, we were all hanging out in the living room.  Troy and Mel sat together on the couch, while I lounged in a big purple easy chair.  We were all drinking ice-cold beers fresh out of the refrigerator.

“That was really hot.” Troy said.

“Yeah it was!” I agreed.  I couldn’t wait to go home and masturbate, hopefully to a copy of the video I had just shot.

“That was so sexy!” Mel said taking a swig of her beer, “I can’t wait to watch the video.”

“So, we were thinking,” Troy said, “Maybe in a while I could film while you and Mel got it on?”

“Or maybe,” Mel chimed in, “I could hold the camera while you and your brother fool around?”

I thought seriously about it for about a minute.  The idea was tempting, for sure.

“No thanks,” I said at last, “I just like to watch.”

END

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Hard Reset

August 9, 2010 at 6:02 pm · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , ,

After my life fell apart around me, I gathered up my things and stuffed them into a duffel bag, bought a bus ticket, and moved to the city, where I started to pick up the pieces as best as I could.

I got an apartment, a dingy little one-and-half room studio with a shared bathroom down the hall.  The only window faced a brick wall and at night I could hear my neighbors snoring, but at least it was mine.

I got a job, writing code for a small company that produced (I’m ashamed to admit it) pop-up ads for sketchy websites.  They didn’t pay very well, but that was ok; it was enough for me to get by on.  The place took up an entire floor in a falling-apart old building in the garment district, and I had my very own office.  There were only about a dozen employees, and I was the oldest of the lot by a decade, easy.

The actual coding was really easy and repetitive, and I very quickly discovered that nobody in the place did any actual work, except when Mrs. Goldbaum, the owner, came to visit.  Liz played video games, Tim worked on his novel, Devon chatted with her boyfriends, Cat sent out résumés, and everyone looked at internet porn.  Mrs. Goldbaum dropped by once a week or so, and when she showed up, everyone scrambled to minimize their windows and made a big show of being hard at work for an hour or so.  It was a weird place to work.

I didn’t discover just how weird until later.  My first clue came fairly early on, in the first week or so when I was still trying to work all day like a good employee.  I tapped on Cat’s door (all us programmers had our own offices, and hers was next to mine) with a question about library protocols.

Cat was doing a crossword puzzle online, and reading a lesbian webzine.  She answered my question without even looking up (saying, basically, ‘do whatever you want’), and then swiveled around to face me.  “So, did you wanna see my tits?”

“Huh?” I responded eloquently.  Cat was a beautiful girl, tall and slender as a willow branch, with big brown eyes, an unruly mop of curly dark hair, ears that stuck cutely out, and an enormous set of knockers that stood out proudly and were usually unfettered by any bra under her tight t-shirts and button-up blouses and skimpy tank tops.  I was pretty certain that she and Liz were dating.  She had a pretty nice ass too.

“Well I noticed you staring at my chest.” Oh God, I hadn’t thought I’d been staring.  Or at least I thought I’d been discrete about it.  “So I thought you might like to have a look.”  She was already unbuttoning her shirt.  All I could do was stand there and gawk.

They really were glorious: big round gravity-defying globes with enormous crinkled aureoles and dimpled little nipples.  They jiggled slightly with every little movement.  I imagined how they must shake up and down when Liz licked her pussy, and I blushed even redder than I was already.  I also felt my cock twitch inside my pants.  I hadn’t had so much as an erection since the divorce went down.  That night I would masturbate to the memory of those beautiful breasts.

“So?  What do you think?”

“They’re lovely.” I answered lamely.

“Thank you.” Cat said primly, and began buttoning up her shirt.  “Well, see you later on.  If Goldbaum comes to visit, remember to look busy.  But don’t worry, she never comes by on a Friday.”

I went back to my own office, feeling confused and horny and a little chagrined, as if I had screwed up, missed my cue, blown the punchline.  I also had a hard-on in my pants that refused to go away.

*

Later on, over a beer, I cautiously related the story to Liz. Liz was the first friend I had made at this place, and at the age of 30, she was also the next oldest employee after me.  Liz was a dyed in the wool lesbian: everything about her screamed ‘Dyke’ from the crew cut and the baggy jeans and oversized plaid shirts to the letters D.Y.K.E. tattooed on the knuckles of her left hand.  And like I said, I was pretty sure that she and Cat were a thing.

“Oh yeah, don’t worry about her,” Liz leered at me across a pint of Guinness, “The girl’s a total exhibitionist.  Nice rack, huh?”

*

A few weeks later, by which time I had wised up and stopped even pretending to work, we were hanging out in Tim’s office: me and Cat and Liz.  The girls were giving Tim shit about the porn he had been looking at when we’d walked in, which was slightly disingenuous; I’d seen the stuff Liz liked to watch.  Anyway it was all quite light-hearted, and he didn’t protest too much when they made him open the window back up and click through the pictures: an improbable-looking lesbian couple with a lot of eye makeup, tits that may or may not have been fake, and scary long red fingernails.

Next thing I knew, Cat had slithered out of her stretchy black t-shirt, and she and Liz were making out right in front of us, kissing passionately, as if me and Tim weren’t there at all.  Cat was dry-humping Liz’ jean-clad leg, and Liz was shamelessly fondling her girlfriend’s big bouncing tits.

By this time, I guess I knew Liz and Cat well enough that I wasn’t completely shocked by their behavior.  I just sat down on the edge of Tim’s desk and enjoyed the show.

While I was enviously watching Liz kiss and suck Cat’s bountiful breasts, I felt Tim’s hand brush against my own, and it was like an electric shock.  It felt totally natural.  Our fingers intertwined, and clasped, and then we were kissing, and then Tim was stripping and tugging off my clothes.

It felt really good to kiss him.  He was strong, and his body felt hard and cut, and there was a little stubble on his face which felt strange but good against mine.  I hadn’t fooled around with a guy since –Christ, junior high!– but it felt great, and I wasn’t about to stop.  It wasn’t like kissing a girl.  He smelled –and tasted– clean and masculine.  My dick was threatening to burst my zipper.

I looked over at Liz and Cat.  Cat was on her back on the wide-planked floor, tits spilling over to either side, knees raised up to her chest.  Her skirt was piled up around her waist.  If she’d been wearing panties before, she sure wasn’t now.  I caught a nice glimpse of her pussy, which was shaved bare and had sweet fat labia, and then Liz’s head obscured my view.  Liz’s shirt was open, and her smallish boobs were threatening to fall out of her black lacy bra.

Tim deftly unbuttoned my pants, and shucked my trousers and my boxers down around my ankles, and then my erection was out in the open, bobbing and wiggling proudly around, and Tim, who was half naked already, got down on his knees between my legs and started sucking my dick.

It had been a really long time, literally years and years, since I’d had a proper blowjob.  It felt amazing.  I threw my head back, closed my eyes, and reveled in the sensations.  Right then it didn’t matter one fig to me that the mouth producing those amazing feelings belonged to a dude: it just felt great.

Tim’s head was bouncing up and down on my lap, and his tongue was doing these incredible loop-de-loop things to my dick, and I was having to fight really hard to not come right away, right into his mouth.

I glanced over at the girls.  They had left off what they had been doing, and were watching Tim and me with smoldering intensity.  They were lying like spoons on the wood floor, and Liz had one hand up inside Cat’s skirt.  Cat, still delightfully bare-chested, made momentary eye contact with me and gave me a big thumbs-up.

Tim stood up, letting my cock flop wetly out of his mouth, and then his own pants and underwear came off and joined mine in a heap on the floor.  Then he was kissing me hotly and wetly and ferociously, and our dicks were rubbing together, and then he turned around and bent over his desk, soft-core lesbo porn still filling his computer screen, and I was clutching him tight from behind, pressing my chest against his back, letting my wet dick slide up and down between his ass cheeks, and then my hand found his hard dick, and my fingers clasped around it, and I started stroking him.

His cock was sort of on the small side, but I certainly wasn’t complaining.  Jerking him off felt like the most natural thing in the world, and knowing that the two girls were watching just made it all the more sexy.

“Condom,” Tim whispered throatily, “Desk drawer.”

Twice I almost fumbled it, tearing open the package and rolling it on.  I couldn’t think of the last time I’d had to use a condom: my wife had been on the pill since we’d started dating.

I felt Liz and Cat’s eyes hot on me as I awkwardly maneuvered my cock toward Tim’s opening.  My hand was still busy on his hard dick, and he was breathing hard and trying to hump back against me, which made it rather difficult to aim.

At last, the end of my cock found his puckered anus.  There was another jolt of electricity between us, and Tim shifted, pressing himself insistently back against my cock.  He was moaning out loud now, and I may have been moaning myself as we rocked together as one, my cock nestled against his asshole.

I didn’t think it would actually go in.  It felt like he was clenched tight; but rubbing like that felt great.  Then suddenly, he shoved his body back against me just as I was humping forward, and his anus yielded slightly, and the pitch and volume of Tim’s moans went up a notch, and the head of my cock was suddenly nestled snugly inside his almost painfully tight grasping and clenching asshole.

“Oh!  Gentle, gentle, gentle…” he croaked through clenched teeth, and it took all the willpower I possessed to not ram my dick deep inside him and fuck his ass hard and fast.  “Ah shit, it’s too intense… shit!  I’m coming!”

I felt his dick twitch in my hand as I pumped it, and his ass pulsated, allowing a little more of my cock inside, and then Tim was shooting off, making a giant pearly puddle of come on his office floor, and my cock slowly slid deeper into his body, impaling him, and his asshole was spasming on me as he came, over and over, and then I was coming too, pressed hard against his back, my cock buried halfway up his ass, my face in his sweaty hair, my hand still wrapped around his dick, howling like a monkey as I came and trying to be gentle at the same time as I thrust involuntarily, emptying my balls and filling the condom with my come.

There was a glassy look in Tim’s eyes, and a big smile on his face as we delicately disengaged, and I’m sure I looked much the same.  The girls were locked tight together on the floor, and Cat had Liz’s jeans open and I could see her purple panties, and Cat’s hand was busy inside them, and I could hear her fingers squishing away, and then Liz came, silently, her face a mask of intensity, and it was beautiful.

*

“Ok, THAT was weird!” I said to Liz later on at the bar.

“Are you kidding?!” she said, taking a big swallow of her dark foamy beer, “THAT was smoking hot!”

“It was kind of freaky.”

“What, because you fucked a dude?  C’mon on, admit it, the whole scene was totally hot.”

“Ok, I admit it, it was pretty hot.  But it was still freaky.”

“Listen, you’re not gay if that’s what you’re worried about.”  Liz put down her pint glass and looked at me seriously across the table.  “Neither is Tim for that matter, I know that for a fact.  Listen, you’d fuck Cat if you got half a chance, wouldn’t you?  You’d fuck Devon.  Hell, you’d probably fuck me if I offered.  And I’d still be a lesbian.  If I did you, which I’m not going to.  Hey, it’s a dull gate that only swings one way.  Don’t sweat it man.”

I didn’t sweat it, and neither did Tim, though we never talked about what we’d done and it didn’t happen again.  I played the episode back in my head sometimes at night when I jerked off, but more often I thought about doing the same thing only with Cat, or Devon, or with Liz.

*

When Mrs. Goldbaum walked unannounced into my office, I was almost caught with my pants down.  Literally.  I barely managed to close out the porn site I’d been perusing and open up something that looked like work.  Mrs. Goldbaum came to visit irregularly, but usually on Wednesday or Thursday, occasionally on Tuesday; but never on Monday or Friday.  This was a Friday, and I had just been contemplating going to see if Liz and Cat wanted to cut out for an early lunch at the bar with me and not come back.

She closed the door behind herself with a bang, and I jumped.  Since I’d been hired on nearly three months before, my contact with Mrs. Goldbaum had been minimal.  She signed my paychecks, and peeked in every week or two to make sure I was working.  She hadn’t actually spoken to me since the interview.

“Hello Mrs. Goldbaum,” I swiveled around in my chair, hoping I didn’t sound too nervous.  “What can I do for you today?”  Fuck, small as it was, I really needed this paycheck.

“May I be frank?” she asked, walking across the room and standing next to my chair, a little too close for comfort.  She smelled strongly of liquor.  I could feel her body heat next to mine, and it was not necessarily an unpleasant sensation at all.

Mrs. Goldbaum was an imposing woman, six feet tall, with a thick gold ring on the third finger of her left hand.  She had salt-and-pepper hair down to the middle of her back, severe-looking black-rimmed glasses, and she wore a dark pinstripe suit that showed off her substantial bust as well as a pronounced paunch around her waistline.

“I have to tell you,” Mrs. Goldbaum said, setting herself on my lap.  She was kind of heavy, but I didn’t mind. “That I find you highly attractive.”  She smelled of gin, I thought.  The fumes alone were threatening to get me drunk.  I was sure that she could feel my erection poking her through the bottom of her slacks.  She shrugged off her jacket and tossed it aside, and began unbuttoning the front of her blouse.  “Does it bother you that I’m your boss?  Does it bother you that I’m a married woman?”  She unsnapped her brassiere.  Her tits were huge, dwarfing even Cat’s substantial rack.  Her nipples were thick, like oversized pencil erasers, dark pink and erect.  She stuck her boobs right up in my face.  “You don’t mind, do you?”

I didn’t mind, and I happily kissed her breasts and sucked and nibbled on the nipples, making them stick out even more than they were already.

“Mmm, nice.” she said, dropping down off my lap and onto her knees and fumbling with the button of my fly.  She got my jeans open, and my cock flopped out like a jack-in-the-box.  “Very nice!”

My dick was pointing straight up at the ceiling.  Mrs. Goldbaum wrestled my pants and boxers down around my ankles.  She captured my penis with her cleavage; I watched, fascinated, as my dick disappeared between the soft, warm mounds of flesh.  My cock reappeared, sandwiched between her pale, pillowy breasts, the head all scarlet and eager.

“Mister,” she said, taking off her glasses and setting them carefully on the edge of my desk, “I am going to eat you for lunch.”  Tits swinging like a pair of huge pendulums, she crawled back toward my erection, a stalking tigress, ready to pounce on her prey.

Mrs. Goldbaum attacked my cock like a greedy kid with an ice cream cone, slurping up and down, all over the shaft and balls before capturing the swollen head between her lips and sucking hard while pumping the shaft vigorously up and down.

She was really good at this.  The things her mouth was doing to my cock felt fantastic.  The fact that she was my boss, married, probably nearly 60 years old, drunk, and most likely totally insane; all this ceased to matter very much to me.  As she sucked, hunched over my lap, I could see the leopard-print panties down the back of her slacks, and I found myself itching with curiosity to find out what was going on inside those panties.

Very deliberately, with a wicked glint in her eyes, Mrs. Goldbaum wet one finger and, still holding the head of my cock captive between her lips, she stuck it between my ass cheeks until she found the virgin territory of my anus.  I jumped, and tried to squirm away.  She just grinned around my cock, and wormed her finger up my butt.

I’d never been touched like that before.  My first reaction was to clench up, to try and pull away.  Mrs. Goldbaum was insistent though, and I quickly realized that what she was doing felt really really good.

I groaned out loud, and she penetrated me deeply, burying her finger all the way up to the knuckle in my ass.

“Come on,” Mrs. Goldbaum said, letting my dick pop free of her mouth, “Fuck my face!”  She plunged back down onto my cock, literally swallowing me whole.  Her face was buried in my pubic hair.  My dick must have been halfway down her throat.  She wiggled her finger in my ass.  Needed no more encouragement, I grabbed her thick graying hair with both hands and started humping her mouth.  She stayed with me, choking and gagging a little, but swallowing me enthusiastically the whole time, gobbling my cock eagerly as I fed it to her.  The finger up my ass was pressing buttons I hadn’t even known I possessed.  In some corner of my mind, I realized that I was screaming as I came, and that everyone in the office could probably hear me.  My climax seemed to last forever as I pumped what felt like buckets and buckets of come straight down Mrs. Goldbaum’s hungry throat.

She disentangled herself from my limp body, grinning like a huge, well-fed cat.

“We can’t keep on doing this,” she said as she strapped herself back into her brassiere and retrieved her shirt and jacket.  I just sat on my damp swivel chair, pants around my ankles, gasping as if I’d just run a footrace.  “People will start to talk.”   She finished buttoning her shirt and straightened out her jacket.  “I do hope this won’t affect our working relationship.”

And then she was gone.

*

Later on, at the bar, when I described what had happened to Liz, she just laughed.

“Oh yeah, she does that to everybody.”

“Everybody?”

“Everybody.”

*

I walked into Devon’s office one afternoon a few weeks later.  Devon was almost exactly half my age, fresh out of college, a cuddly redhead with a ready smile, a pretty face, a cute up-turned nose, a bit of a belly, and a truly gorgeous ass.  I had developed a major crush on Devon, and I would use any excuse to go visit her office.

Liz was already in there, hanging out sitting sideways on the desk.  As soon as I entered the room, Devon reached for her mouse and hastily clicked a window shut.  That, I had learned in my relatively short time working at this company, could only mean one thing: internet porn.

The question I had ostensibly dropped by to ask, about file-naming conventions, was so obviously just an excuse to hang out that Devon didn’t even both answering it, and Liz just leered knowingly at me.

The three of us gossiped idly for a few minutes.  I wasn’t sure, but I thought Devon might have been flirting with me, and I kind of wished that Liz would bugger off and leave the two of us alone.

Then there was one of those expectant pauses that seem to derail conversation from time to time, a bug in the social interplay mechanism.  Liz was the one who broke the silence.

“Go ahead, ask him.  I bet he does.”

Devon turned crimson, but stayed mute.

“Fine then, I’ll ask him myself.”  Liz turned to me and asked sweetly, “So, do you think chicks with strap-ons are hot?”

It was my turn to go crimson.  “Heck yeah,” I said, “Totally hot.”

Another awkward pause, which was quite unexpected broken by Tim, who poked his head in the door.  “Heads up gang,” he said, “Goldbaum’s in the house!”

*

Later on that same afternoon, after a couple annoying hours of writing annoying pop-up ads while Mrs. Goldbaum patrolled the office making sure we were all coding away like good little worker bees, we evacuated en masse to the bar.  Coding was thirsty work, and had to be quenched with beer at the earliest possible opportunity.

Tim left after the first round, and Liz and Cat stayed for two beers and then buggered off, Liz sending significant looks my way as they left the bar arm in arm.  Me and Devon were left alone over the third round.

“So,” Devon said to me over the remains of her beer, “What are you doing this evening?”

“I don’t know,” I said, “Did you want to get dinner or a movie or something?”

“Why don’t we just go back to my place?”

I choked, nearly inhaling the dregs of my beer.

We took a cab over to Devon’s joint, a sixth-floor walkup on the Lower East Side.  We made out in the back of the cab, fingers intertwined, kissing like a couple of shameless wanton horn-dog teens as the cab wound its way through the city streets.

Devon’s living room was painted Satan red, and featured a red Persian rug, a red velvet mock-Victorian couch, and piles upon piles of books, some shelved, some not.  She looked at me critically, my erection making a conspicuous tent in the front of my jeans.

“You should take a shower.” she declared.

When I emerged from Devon’s shower (complete with loofahs, girlie lotions and rubber duckies) I found her waiting for me in her bedroom, nude.  Her body was all softness and curves.  If she didn’t back off on the partying and start working out, I thought, she’d probably have to worry about her figure in a few years; but for the moment she looked absolutely angelic.  There was a golden-red triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair between her legs, and her puffy labia pouted shyly out.

“You just got divorced, didn’t you?” she asked me.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok.  It was for the best, honestly.”

She sat up.  Her breasts looked really nice.  Not huge, but nicely shaped, with pretty pink nipples.  “I want to make you feel really good.” she said.

I got up on the bed with her, and we kissed, deep and slow, for a long time.  Her small soft hand squeezed my rigid cock, and my own hand found its way between her legs, where her pussy was nice and slippery.  I pressed a finger inside her.  She was hot inside, and very wet.  I took pleasure in the sharp intake of breath as I penetrated her.

“Roll over” she whispered in my ear.  Gently, but firmly, she extracted my probing finger from the juicy folds of her cunt.

I lay face-down on her clean white sheets while Devon straddled me.  She rubbed my neck, my shoulders, my lower back, kneading all the seized-up crunchy knots that riddled my back.  The massage felt really good, and the sensation of her squishy, wet pussy brushing against my skin as she worked felt really good too.

Then she shifted her position, and I could feel her breasts on the backs of my thighs, and her hot breath on my ball sac and the crack of my ass, and I shivered with delicious anticipation.

Delicately, almost hesitantly, she ran the tip of her tongue down my tailbone, parted my ass cheeks, skirted my anus, traversed my perineum (which made me shiver), and playfully licked my scrotum, before licking her way back up into the dark, sensitive forbidden territory of my ass.  Shyly at first, and then more and more aggressively, she licked my asshole. The sensation was incredible!  My anus suddenly felt like the center of the universe, like a blossoming lotus. Her tongue felt like a hot, wriggling, naughty snake, squirming about six feet up my ass.  I was panting and moaning into the pillow and thrusting my ass up against her tongue.  Underneath me, my hard cock felt like it was about a yard long.

“Hold on,” Devon gasped, coming up for air, “Don’t move!”

I felt her clamber off the bed, and after a moment I disobediently rolled over onto my side.  Devon was awkwardly struggling with the loops and buckles of a red leather harness.  When she saw me watching, she smiled sheepishly and brushed a lock of red hair out of her face.

“Is this ok?” she asked.

We were certainly about to venture into uncharted waters.  The place she was proposing to go wasn’t anywhere near my comfort zone.  But then, the last three months had been a fire storm of new experiences, and my dick had rarely been as hard as it was at that moment.  I wasn’t about to back out now.

She finished strapping herself into the harness, and buckled the dildo into place.  It jutted straight out from her crotch, purple, semi-realistic, and to my relief (and to my somewhat surprised secret disappointment) not too gigantic.

She looked beautiful like that.  I mean, she looked beautiful anyway, but just then, naked, a nervous smile on her lips, her skin flushed and her nipples pink and excited, her eyes sparkling naughtily, and that incongruous purple dildo projecting from her crotch… I was a little overcome.

I knelt before her on my knees and took the dildo in my mouth and started blowing her.  Her cock filled my mouth.  I could feel it buzzing, humming happily away.  She seemed to enjoy that.  She ran her fingers through my hair and rocked gently back and forth as I sucked.  I fingered her pussy as I sucked her cock.  She was very wet.

After a minute or so of this she gently pushed me away.  “Are you ready?” she asked, retrieving a bottle of lube from her bedside table.

I got on all fours on her bed, and she crawled up behind me.  She poured cool lubricant all over my ass, which felt nice.  She playfully squeezed my cock with her slicked-up hand, and that felt quite nice.  Then, while she softly petted my dick with one hand, she gently inserted a slippery finger up my lubed-up ass, and that felt really good.

We stayed like that for a few moments, while she stroked my hard cock and finger fucked my asshole.  But both of us were impatient to get on to the main event.

She released my dick, which hung thickly down between my legs, and extracted her finger, leaving my anus feeling wide-open, sensitive and vulnerable.  I watched through my legs as she positioned herself behind me.  Her pussy was so wet the come was leaking out of her in long, sticky clear strands.

I felt the end of her cock bump against my asshole, and I tried to force myself to relax.  I felt a little panic rising up, and I choked it down.  I wanted this.  I took a deep breath and blew it out, and just then she nudged forward and—

“Holy shit! I’m inside you!  This is so fucking sexy!”

“Fuck me,” I managed to spit out, “fuck me now!”  The sensation was overwhelming.  I felt totally filled up, stretched to the maximum, surfing a wild wave between pleasure and pain, and so far pleasure was winning out.  I found myself humping back against her thrusts, trying to get more of her cock inside me.  “Fuck me hard!”

Devon obliged me, fucking my ass gently at first, then harder and faster as we both got more and more excited.  My cock was bouncing wildly with every blow, and Devon’s hips were slapping against my butt, and we were both gasping and panting.  It was so intense.  I wasn’t sure just how much more I could take.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna come!” Devon cried out, grinding herself against the base of the buzzing dildo planted in my behind.

“Oh please please please!” I moaned incoherently.  She wrapped a hand around my swollen cock and pumped wildly.  That was all I needed.  I felt a rush of orgasmic pleasure that ran all the way from my toes to my ears, and every muscle in my body in between, and with a roar, I squirted gobs and gobs of hot sticky come all over her nice clean sheets.  Meanwhile Devon was coming, making sweet little hiccupping cries as she fucked my ass.

“Would you be my special boyfriend?” Devon asked me later on when we had both recovered a little bit and were cuddling in a happy state of post-orgasmic bliss.

“Sure, I’d be happy to” I told her, and we kissed for a while before moving on to round two, which involved more traditional, but still very hot penis-in-vagina sex.

Not long after that, I got myself a real job at a much bigger software company that produced real software.  My new job pays a lot better, but then again, I actually have to work every day, and I’m not boinking all my co-workers.

I’m still Devon’s special boyfriend.  We’ve been talking about cohabitating, but both our places are too small, and Devon tends to bring home a lot of different guys during the week, so I think we’re going to get a big two bedroom together.

We have an open relationship, which means we both have the right to sleep with whoever we like, whenever we feel like it.  Devon takes full advantage of this arrangement; so far I’ve only slept with one other woman.  I see my ex-wife pretty much every other weekend.  Our relationship has never been better.

END

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666 13th Avenue

August 3, 2010 at 9:29 pm · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , ,

“You don’t have to sell your soul,” The Devil told me, “In a matter like this, you could merely lease it to me.”

He was a handsome devil, and he wore a very expensive looking charcoal-grey suit. You could almost have mistaken him for a human, if you overlooked his metallic blue-black skin, the color of hardened steel.  And the sharp, curved horns that projected from his forehead.  And the long, hairy, obscene-looking tail that spilled discretely out of one pant leg.

One more semester and I’d have my goddamn MFA.  My grant money had dried up, and I had already maxed out my student loans.  I was desperate.  Desperate enough to go to Lucifer.  It was either him or the credit card companies.

“In cases like yours, I usually ask for a year of servitude.” He wore beautiful, extremely expensive-looking black leather loafers.  I wondered if he had cloven hooves hidden inside those shoes.  “Would you like to take a tour of the facility with me?”

It was one of those generic, anonymous glass and steel skyscrapers that so litter midtown.  I had probably walked right past the place a hundred times and never looked twice at it.  It took up an entire city block; most of the ground floor was occupied with retail shops.  There was a Starbucks on the corner.  The Devil led me to a discrete, unmarked door which swung silently open after he entered a code into a PIN pad.  His fingernails were the sharp, predatory claws of a wild beast.

We entered a large, dark room filled with small tables.  Canned jazz played softly through the sound system.  There was a bar at either end of the room.  A couple dozen more-or-less pretty girl with bare chests, most of them bustier than me, wandered in between the tables carrying drink trays; a couple more topless chicks were stationed behind each bar.  The customers were almost all men, generally quite well dressed. An enormous, scarlet-skinned demon bearing a spiked maul loitered near the door.  The bouncer, I surmised.  It was a titty bar.

The girls all wore pretty much exactly the same uniform:  a black or red g-string, and a pair of impractical-looking high heels.  That was it; a few girls wore fishnets or a leather choker around their necks, but most did not.  Some of the nipples were pierced, and there was a pretty large selection of navel rings and tattoos.  I liked looking at all the mostly-naked girlies.  All the boobies looked really nice.  They all seemed natural for one thing, and there was a wide variety of shapes and sizes.  I wondered how my own rack would measure up alongside them all.

“This is just the ground floor,” The Prince of Darkness told me, “Some girls spend their entire servitude working here.  It’s pretty easy stuff, all you have to do is serve drinks and smile a lot.  Our customers generally tip very well.

From time to time,” he went on, “A customer will select a girl.  He pays extra, and gets to take the girl upstairs.  You understand,” he grinned wickedly, exposing four rows of very sharp small teeth, “that this is a very expensive club, and it costs a lot of money to take a girl upstairs.  Shall we?”

Together, we walked up a grand curved staircase to the second floor.  Halfway up, The Devil turned to me.  “The important thing for you to remember about this establishment is that once a girl is promoted upstairs, she can never go back down again.”

The second floor was very much like the first, with the addition of a small stage, lit up by a row of spotlights with colored gels.  Two nude girls danced around a couple of poles.  They didn’t look like strippers; maybe burlesque performers.  They were both pretty cute, but not in a stripper sort of way.  One had a shaved pussy with prominent labia that peeked out and curled over.  The other one was shortish and kind of chunky, and had a neatly trimmed bush.  They both looked like they were enjoying themselves.

Again, a dozen or so girls were waiting tables.  They were all nude, except for the high heels.  I liked seeing all the jiggling and wiggling ass cheeks, of various shapes and sizes.  I saw a lot of shaved pussies, but there was also a fair amount of pubic hair, ranging from full bushes to landing strips.  The girls were mostly quite attractive — there was a redhead with a giant squid tattooed across her back that I got an insta-crush on — but not really in the stripper aesthetic. They looked more like, well, my friends and the girls I hung out with.  And also, in contrast to other strip clubs I’d been in, everybody here — patrons and workers alike — looked happy.

The customers were mostly, but again not exclusively, men.  Actually, there seemed to be more female patrons up here than on the first floor.  There was one table with three or four women dressed in business attire (and a naked brunette gyrating on one of their laps), a table with a lesbian couple, and more than a few wives and girlfriends scattered around the other tables.  Quite a few naked girls were sitting on customers laps.  At one table, quite close by where we stood, I could see that the girl had her customer’s pants undone, his erect penis out, and her hand was rhythmically pumping up and down.

“One again,” Beelzebub told me, “many girls never even graduate from the second floor.  The work is quite easy: lap dances and hand jobs, and the customers are very well behaved.  If they are not,” he flashed another disturbingly toothy grin, “they are quickly asked to leave.

“Sometimes the customer will want a little extra.   In that case, he –or she– can pay a little extra and take the girl of his choice up to the third floor.  Follow me.”

We ascended a wrought iron spiral staircase.  “There are no private booths or rooms in my club,” The Devil told me, “Anything that goes on here happens out in the open.  And remember, you can always go up, but you may never go down.”

The third floor was much more Spartan than the first two levels.  There was a small bar at one end of the room where a tall buxom amazon served drinks.  In the center of the room was a raised platform lit up by spotlights.  There was a large, very ornate Victorian bed atop the platform.  On top of the bed, three girls were interlocked in a complicated daisy chain.  The three of them were all licking, sucking, and fingering each other enthusiastically, and they all seemed to me to be genuinely enjoying themselves.  I caught a very nice look at one girl’s spread-open pussy, her co-worker’s index finger buried up to the knuckle in it.  She was very wet and her lips pouted open, and her clit was shiny red and erect.

There were futons in different configurations throughout the room.  Some were empty, but most held a couple –or a triad– cavorting on the clean white sheets.

On one futon, a tall forty-ish woman with salt-and-pepper hair and stretch marks on her belly was having her pussy vigorously licked by a very young-looking girl with a buzz cut.  I could actually hear the juicy smacks and slurps as the girl licked away.  The tall woman’s eyes were half-closed, her head thrown back in pleasure, her large dark nipples sticking straight up.

On another couch, a fat gentleman was entertaining two pretty dark-haired girls.  He was lying on his back while one of the girls bounced up and down on his slick hard cock.  The other girl was squatting astride his face, dragging her neatly trimmed pussy back and forth along his extended tongue.  I idly wondered how often the girls switched position.

On yet another futon, a quite good-looking man was fucking a rather chubby girl with gorgeous long brown curly hair from behind, while his (wife?  girlfriend?) filmed the scene with a hand-held camcorder.

Everywhere I looked, there were people having sex.  Maybe it was because I hadn’t had an orgasm in a few days (a combination of money stress and not having a boyfriend had put a damper on my sex life lately), but seeing this room made me incredibly horny.  All around me was the sound, smell, and sight of people fucking.  I’d never actually seen actual people having actual sex in person before, up-close and personal.  This was way better than any porno.  Inside my panties, my clit twitched obnoxiously.

“And then of course,” The Devil said, “There is the fourth floor.”

We took another spiral staircase up to the next floor, which was another big room almost identical to the level below it.

On a brightly-lit raised platform at center, a winsome girl with large breasts and curly black hair stood.  Here hands were tied at the wrists and were held over her head by a cord that ran up to a pulley in the ceiling.  A big fat vibrator was crammed up her ass; another was buried in her pussy.  I could hear the toys buzzing from where I stood.  Her face was a mask of intense concentration.

Clipped to the base of each vibrator were three steel balls, each one about the size of a ping pong ball.  Each ball had a snap on one end and a hook at the other.  As I watched, a winged imp with stubby little horns and a disturbingly long flaccid penis skittered out and clipped another ball onto each vibrator.  The girl on the platform winced, and I saw her muscles tense, and a low moan escaped her lips.

“Every fifteen minutes or so, we add another pair of weights.”  The Devil told me, “As soon as she drops one of the toys, her time is up and another girl takes her place.  Each ball weighs half a pound.  The record is five balls on each toy.  Think you can beat that?”  The Devil grinned his shark’s grin at me, “It’s excellent exercise and good fun too.”

There were only a few customers on the futons in this room.  I quickly saw what the theme was up here, and my clit twitched and throbbed in response.

On one futon, an attractive black guy in his early twenties was fucking a very pale blonde girl up the ass.  He was approaching climax as I watched; from the sounds she was making, the blonde was in very much the same boat.  All of a sudden, the black dude howled out loud, arched his back, and grasping her hips so hard his fingers left pink marks on her flesh, he buried himself inside her ass.  I actually saw his balls twitch as he came.  A few seconds later, his already wilting wet penis popped out of her winking asshole, followed by a veritable gush of semen.  The girl stayed on her knees, head down, masturbating furiously.

“Don’t worry,” The Devil told me, “All our clients are very carefully screened.”

On another futon, a woman I recognized from television (was she a politician?  Yes, that was it, she was a U.S. senator!) was butt fucking a mousey looking chick with a wide ass who’s glasses were all akimbo on her head.  The senator-lady was still wearing a half-buttoned white blouse and a lacy bra; she wielded a formidable-looking purple strap-on mounted on a black leather harness.  There were raised red handprints on the mousey girl’s pale ass cheeks.  I couldn’t tell whether the girl’s screams were motivated by pleasure or pain.  A little of both, I suspected.

On another futon, two hairy middle-aged men were screwing a skinny girl; one was fucking her pussy, the other was pounding her ass.  On a fourth futon, a fat woman with enormous breasts lounged.  Three girls were eating her out: two were taking turns licking her pussy and clit while the third had her face stuck between the woman’s ass cheeks and was slurping busily away.

“The upper floors,” Mammon told me, “Are more rarified and correspondingly more expensive.  They are only accessible this way.”  He led me to a bank of sleek, silent elevators.  Inside the car was an array of buttons, L for lobby, and 5-99.  The buttons were all black, except for the one that read 99.  That one was red, and keyed off.

The Devil pushed the button marked 5, and the elevator slid smoothly up.  “What you have to understand before you agree to anything,” he said to me in a serious tone, “is that while we don’t allow our clients to do any permanent harm to our staff, that leaves a LOT of room for pain and suffering.  Once a girl has been promoted a floor, she can never go back down, and for the length of her servitude she has absolutely no say in what is done to her or by whom.

The elevator doors slid open on the 5th floor.  On the (faux?) stone wall opposite us, a naked girl with an iron collar around her neck was chained spread-eagled.  Her head was shaved bare, and her back, butt, and thighs were an angry roadmap of painful-looking welts.  A big muscular guy with a crew cut, naked from the waist up, was standing behind her, holding a long, cruel whip.  He had a wicked farmer’s tan, and the back of his neck was sunburned.  There were messy looking, smudged blue tattoos up and down his sinewy, muscular arms.

As The Devil and I watched, the man raised his whip and, muscles flexing and bulging, brought it down across the poor girl’s back with a hiss and a crack.  She screamed thinly and struggled against her bonds.

There was a line of men –and one mean-looking woman– waiting their turn with various whips, switches, canes, and floggers in hand.  In the middle of the room, a dozen or so miserable girls in iron collars padlocked to rings in the floor watched the proceedings silently, patiently awaiting their turn at the whipping wall.

We took the elevator up to the 6th floor.  The walls of this room were painted institutional blue, and the floor was white tile.  On a stainless steel table at the center of the room, two blonde girls who looked so similar they could almost have been sisters were locked in a 69.  Literally locked; they were chained and padlocked so that they couldn’t move out of that position.  A demon was feeding the girl on the bottom potato chips out of a crinkly bag; another demon was pouring water from a large plastic jug into the mouth of the girl on top, who lapped the water up thirstily.

“Oops!  Look out– here she goes again!” one of the demons chortled.  The blonde girl on top moaned and quivered, finally letting go with a long, clear, seemingly endless stream of piss, which caught the girl on the bottom half of the 69 full in the face.  The blonde on the bottom sputtered and choked, struggling against her chains.

“Don’t worry,” the jovial demon said, “Here, have a drink of water!”  The girl’s face and her long blonde hair were soaked in pee.  The demon held the water jug to her lips.  She gave him a hateful glare, but gulped the water up eagerly.

Meanwhile, a group of men were urinating into a long porcelain trough.  The drain at one end of the trough was connected to a hose, the end of which was plugged into the asshole of a girl who knelt face-down on the tile floor.  She was receiving an enormous piss enema.

Next to her, a petite girl with a pixie-ish face and a pageboy haircut and a visibly bloated belly was giving a fat older guy a blowjob.  Lying on her back, between the pixie-girl’s knees, another girl was licking her pussy.  “Oh Rebecca, please don’t!” she whispered between licks, “Hold it in a little longer… Oh Becky, please don’t, no…!”  The fat man snickered and grabbed pixie-girl’s hair, forcing her head down on his cock until her face was buried in his graying pubes.

“Personally I don’t get it, but a surprising number of people really get off on this stuff.  Come on, I’ll show you something a little more intense.”

On the 23rd floor, the only light came from a single naked light bulb hanging from the ceiling.  A pale girl with big brown eyes and a long neck and very long dark hair was tied nude to a steel chair.  Alligator clips with colored leads attached to them were clamped onto her large brown nipples, her labia, and her clit.  The leads all ran to a black box on a small wooden table.

Two men in grey uniforms with black armbands and what looked like tasers on their belts were standing over her.  “I’ll ask you one more time,” one of the men snarled threateningly, “what is 2261 divided by 17?!”

“I don’t know!” the girl sobbed, “I told you, I’m no good at math!”

“Very well,” the other man said softly, “you leave us no choice.”   He pushed a button on the black box, holding it down for a long count of three.  The girl thrashed in her chair and screamed voicelessly, her eyes bulging out of her face and every tendon in her body straining.  I smelled smoke.

“Alright, shall we start over then?” the first man said when the girl had stopped twitching.  I could see that she was now sitting in a pool of her own urine.  “Let’s start with something more basic.  1024 minus 178?”  She whimpered fearfully as he unclipped the taser on his belt.  “Well…?”

“The interrogation continues until she answers a math problem correctly,” The Devil told me helpfully.  “Then she sucks them both off and the next girl is brought in.  Don’t bother boning up on your math by the way, the questioners may pick any subject they choose.”

On the 50th floor, a group of men in business suits were sitting around drinking beer and watching sports bloopers on a big-screen tv, and generally ignoring the emaciated girl who was suspended face-down from the ceiling by a couple dozen fishhooks stuck through the skin of her back, her shoulders, and the backs of her legs.  There was a ball gag in her mouth, and her ribs protruded like 2x4s underneath rice paper.  Big, heavy industrial-looking vise grips dangled down, clamped to her lower lip, her labia, and her grotesquely-stretched nipples.  A big, ominous-looking fire hose was coiled up on the floor.

Up on the 82nd floor, a long narrow steel box sat atop a beat-up looking oak table.  The box was about 18” square and maybe 5’ long, and was welded shut.  There was a small, circular hole in the side at one end of the box.  A naked man with a huge beer gut and pendulous balls had his cock jammed into the hole, and appeared to be blissfully fucking away.  At the other end of the box, two petite bare feet protruded from another pair of small round holes.  The feet were girl’s feet, swollen and bloody; the ankles were bruised and chaffed from rubbing against the rough-cut steel.

A severe-looking middle-aged lady in a grand black dress was busy inserting needles into those bare feet.  She had a whole pincushion full of them, plus various pliers, scalpels, and a soldering iron.  With an intent look on her face, she selected one extremely long and thick large needle from the pincushion and drove it very deliberately deep into the ball of one foot.  I heard a muffled, gagging scream from inside the box.

“Oh my God Dolores!” the man groaned, humping into the hole until his pubes were mashed against the steel wall of the box, “Every time you do that, she does the most amazing things to my cock!  Give me some more!”

“Nothing,” the lady said with a tight little smile on her face as she picked up the soldering iron, “Would give me more pleasure!”

“Well,” The Devil said as we got back into the elevator and headed down toward the lobby, “I think you’ve seen enough to make an informed decision.  The other floors are pretty much the same idea– use your imagination.”

“And what’s on the 99th floor?” I asked.

The Devil made a face.  “Oh you don’t even want to know.”

“So,” The Devil asked as we walked out into the bright Manhattan sunlight.  The sidewalk was crowded with pedestrians.  “What do you think?  Do we have a deal?”

I realized that my panties were absolutely sodden.  They’d have to come off, and soon!  “Where do I sign up?”

END

(Once again, inspired by/ripped off from Holly)

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Otherworlds

July 19, 2010 at 5:11 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , ,

“Welcome to Otherworlds ™” The professionally friendly guy behind the desk handed me a pamphlet, complete with full-color holograms advertising minotaurs and starships.

The franchise was in a strip mall, sandwiched in between a Chuck-E-Cheese and a Perfumania.  It was tastefully decorated in a bland, new-agey sort of way.

“The rate is one-fifty an hour, but we’ve got a special going for first timers, so the first hour would only be a hundred bucks.  What do you say?”

Claudia had recommended this place to me, and she had recommended it very highly.  It wasn’t cheap, but what the hell, money’s for spending, right?  A girl’s gotta treat herself now and then.

“Let’s do it!” I said.

“Okay,” the desk guy swiped my credit card, “I just need you to sign the liability waiver and you’re all set.”  The waiver was the standard generic legalize that absolved them of responsibility for any heart attack, stroke, seizure, lingering neurosis or phobia and/or any recurring nightmares that were either a direct or indirect result of my virtual experience.

“Just step into the back room and have a seat.  A technician will be with you shortly.  Enjoy the ride!”

A fussy blonde Russian girl about my own age helped me into a sarcophagus.  She read aloud from a memorized script as she buckled me in.  “In a few moments you will be inserted into one of about 1600 of Otherworlds ™ ongoing storylines.  Due to the complexity of our network, we cannot guarantee which world you will go to, or what character you will play there.  What you experience while plugged-in may be frightening, unpleasant or even painful.  These things are all out of our control.  No permanent harm will come to you while you are plugged-in.”  She applied saline paste to my temples and attached the electrodes.  “Any questions?”

I had no questions, so she drew a little white curtain to separate my sarcophagus from the main room, and dimmed the lights.  I lay back, closed my eyes, and waited.

I was just about ready to call the experience a dud, to decide that I was one of the two percent that according to the disclaimer the process didn’t work on, and I was getting ready to start negotiating my refund when there was a blinding flash behind my retinas, my inner ear reeled and spun, and the world stuttered, flickered, blinked once or twice and disappeared.

When I opened my eyes I was looking at a grey concrete slab.

I was shackled tightly to the floor in a huge, cavernous room.  There was a heavy iron collar around my neck, and what felt like a concrete speed bump underneath my hips.

My position was uncomfortable to say the least.  I felt like a frog on the dissecting table: spread-eagled and face-down with my ass thrust slightly up and the left side of my face pressed against the cold hard floor.

If I craned my neck, I could look around a little.  There seemed to be hundreds of girls (and a few guys scattered in here and there) in the same predicament as me: rows and columns of helpless, chained naked bodies of every shape and color filled the cavernous space.

I realized that not everyone here could be a real person.  Many, if not most, of my fellows had to be mere automations, computer-controlled scenery.  I might well be the only conscious human being in the entire room.

In between the rows of prostrate females paced the overseers.  They were all identical: huge dark-skinned men with the body of a heavyweight boxer and the head of a giant hawk, complete with feathers, round swiveling unblinking eyes, and curved sharp predatory beaks designed to rip and tear flesh.  They wore leather sandals and loin cloths, and they carried long, cruel multi-thonged and barbed whips.

One of the overseers must have seen me looking around.  With an angry cry like a bird of prey, he came swooping down at me, sandals slapping and echoing in the great chamber, whip raised up on high.

There was a swish and a smack as the horrible barbed thongs made contact with my bare flesh, and then my ass exploded in a blinding, fiery flash of unbearable pain that peaked quickly and lingered long, like red-hot nails being driven into my buttocks.

Now I like to think that I have a pretty high tolerance for pain, but this was completely beyond. The pain was terrible, all-consuming, way more than I could bear.  I heard myself screaming, hoarse and piteously.  I tried to remind myself that it wasn’t real, that it was just computerized electrical pulses being pulsed into my cerebral cortex, but my mind wasn’t having any of that: this shit hurt!  Just as the pain started to fade into the realm of tolerable, there was another swish-smack and again I was screaming, writhing, vainly struggling against my chains, trying to get away from that awful burning, clawing whip.

Three times the lash came down, scouring my vulnerable ass.  I was left a quivering, sobbing, hyper-ventilating, hiccupping mess.

I felt my tender, wounded butt cheeks being pried apart, and the overseer’s erection was rudely thrust against my vulnerable private parts.

I could hear the breath hissing through his sharp beak as he squatted over my backside.  He grabbed a fistful of my hair, torquing my neck painfully against my iron collar, and then with one wicked thrust, like a hunter spearing a boar, he jammed his cock up my asshole.

His dick felt like it was at least a yard long, and as big around as a large zucchini.  He fucked me without mercy, dry and hard.  I felt my asshole being torn and shredded by his violence.  I was reduced to gurgling my misery, my throat raw from screaming.  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I tried to remember that this wasn’t really happening, that the terrible things being done to my anatomy weren’t real.  My cunt was all juicy and wet and sloppy thought, and that was real for sure.

He only fucked me for a few thrusts before withdrawing with a grunt, leaving my poor tortured anus gaping and gasping and my body limp.

I had learned my lesson.  I lay quiet and still as the overseers paced the aisles.  From time to time, I heard the crack of the whip, and the piteous wailing of some other poor girl or boy being violated.

Time functioned differently in here somehow.  In reality I knew that I had only rented the sarcophagus for an hour; plugged in, I spent long hours, possibly days chained to the floor in crushing, uncomfortable monotony.

After some interminable amount of time had passed, I realized that someone new had entered the room.  A pair of shiny black boots entered my field of vision.

“Yes, this one will do nicely.  We’ll take her.”

“Very good.  She’s a real beauty, and a feisty one too.  The price is sixty lira.”

“Sixty?!?  For that used-up piece of horseflesh?  I am the Sultan’s personal procurer, not some country whore-monger!  I’ll give you twenty-five.”

They haggled back and forth in a relaxed, practiced, ritualized way for a while.  In the end, I was sold to the wearer of the black boots for the sum of forty-five liras.

Strong, efficient hands unbolted me from the floor and hauled me to my feet.

My purchaser was a tall, muscular, dusky-skinned man with a shiny bald head and unreadable serene brown eyes that seemed to look straight through me.  His clothes looked expensive: silk pantaloons and an embroidered tunic as well as his tall shiny black boots.  There was a finely wrought gold chain around his neck, and he wore a scarlet cape.

He watched approvingly as I was re-chained for travel.  The iron collar stayed around my neck.  My wrists were tied behind my back, and my ankles joined by a short length of chain.  I realized that, in this world, my nipples were pierced.  The man in the red cape held a leash which was connected to two lightweight chains, which were clipped onto my nipple rings.

“Come!” he commanded with a swift yank on the leash, and I came!

He led me out onto the streets of a bustling, cosmopolitan city.  The air was hot and thick with the smoke of wood fires and the smell of roasting meat and incense.  The streets were crowded with people; there were plenty of pedestrians, a few riders on horseback, carts and carriages, rickshaws and the odd palanquin, but no cars.  Everyone was dressed in a slightly antiquated sort of Mediterranean fashion: light clothing, t-shirts, tunics and robes, chiefly bright colors.  A naked slave-woman being dragged through the streets was clearly not shocking to the inhabitants of this town, but more than one person did turn to stare as we passed by, and at least one adolescent-looking young man made a grab for my naked ass, still tender from my earlier beating.

I didn’t have much time to feel self-conscious about my naked predicament: my purchaser was hurrying along the busy cobblestone thoroughfare, forcing his way through the throngs.  I had to keep up with him as best I could, which in my hobbled and tethered state was no easy task.  Twice I tripped and went sprawling, earning me skinned knees and a bruised face, and vicious yanks on my leash that brought fresh tears to my eyes and threatened to rip my poor nipples in half.  Each time I was encouraged back on my feet with savage kicks in the ribs from the man’s hard leather boots.  The second time it happened we made a brief eye contact as I lay gasping in the street, and I saw a cruel glint of amusement deep in his brown irises.  I knew then that he was in fact another player and not just some computer sub-routine.

I was brought at last to a palace.  A confusion of towers, minarets, battlements, spires, and onion domes loomed behind high stone walls.  Atop the imposing outer walls, emaciated corpses were impaled at regularly spaced intervals on tall steel poles.  The corpses were all female: some blackened from the sun and some hideously mutilated, but all recognizably female.  Then one of the corpses jerked, flailing her limbs weakly in a spasm of misery that sent a pair of crows flapping, and I realized that at least some of the impaled bodies were still alive.  I shuddered.

A heavy black portcullis was raised creaking up at our arrival, and the red-caped man marched swiftly into the courtyard with me just behind him, struggling madly to keep up.

I was led upstairs to a comfortable little apartment with beautifully tiled walls and high windows looking out over the rooftops of the city.  I was for the first time unchained (all but the iron collar around my neck which I realized when I examined it in the mirror, was welded into place).  I bathed in an ornate copper bathtub, and as I lay in the exquisitely hot, scented water, my bruises, welts, sores and abrasions seemed to melt away, as if by magic.  Surveying my body, I realized that I was slimmer here than in real life; I’d already discovered that my nipples were pierced; my breasts were slightly larger and definitely more perky too, and in this world my pubes were shaved bare.  Interesting.

Refreshed, I stood by the window and sipped a cool glass of sparkling water while I watched a spectacular sunset behind the towers and spires of the city.  The only thing that spoiled the view were a pair of bodies impaled on poles on top of the outer wall far below my window.

After dark had fallen completely, the apartment door swung suddenly open.  It was the man in the red cape again.  He was dressed all in black now, fine silks with gold buttons, but still the red cape.  He was flanked by a pair of palace guards, big stony-faced men in tall helms and shiny breastplates who carried long spears with wicked-looking barbed steel tips.

“You are summoned.” the red-caped man said simply.  He turned on his heel and strode off, and I hurried after him, followed closely by the grim, spear-toting guards.  Even unchained, I had difficulty keeping up.  We traced a winding route through the palace: down winding corridors, up steep stairways, through ornate arches and guarded doors, along narrow catwalks, always up and up.  Finally, after an exceptionally steep and long spiral staircase that was only wide enough for single file, we stopped in front of a small unprepossessing red wooden door with a pointy arch and another pair of helmeted guards, these with pole-axes and visors that hid their faces and extravagant scarlet plumes that protruded from their helms like erupting volcanoes.

I was out of breath from all the running and climbing.  I stood and rested for a minute, breathing heavily, while the red-caped man and the armed guards stood watching me impartially.  They weren’t even winded.  Interesting, I thought to myself, that I was no longer in any way fazed by being stark naked and surrounded by fully-clothed men.

Before my heart rate had settled down to a resting pulse, the little red door swung silently outward.  The red-caped man nodded at me and smiled grimly.  “Good Luck.” he said.

Full of trepidation at what new horrors were waiting for me behind that door, I walked hesitantly into the room.  The door shut quietly behind me.  It was dark in there, and it took my eyes a few moments to adjust.

The only light came from a few guttering candles.  The air was thick and stifling, heavily scented with the aromas of perfume, incense, sex, tobacco and marijuana smoke, sweat, and some other pervasive smell that I didn’t recognize.  It was sickly sweet, and I suspected that it might be opium.

The floor was covered with rugs, deep rich lush intricately woven rugs piled one on top of another.  Pillows and cushions and bean bags were strewn throughout.  On the walls, erotic and downright pornographic tapestries and paintings were hung; on a pedestal was a small and highly-detailed bronze sculpture of a buxom young maiden entertaining a pair of randy satyrs.  The only window was covered with heavy curtains that allowed only the meagerest suggestion of light through.  On a low couch, next to an incredibly large and ornate hookah, lounged the man I assumed must be the Sultan.

He was a skinny, slight little man with an incongruous pot belly and a tuft of dark hair on his hollow chest.  He had a high, balding forehead that was ringed with short cropped salt-and-pepper hair.  Rimless glasses balanced on a cruel hooked nose.  Below a tangled triangle of pubes, his cock and balls hung, thick and heavy but flaccid.

Impenetrable dark eyes regarded me placidly from behind the rimless spectacles.  He half-smiled and licked his lips with a pale tongue.

“Hmmm, you’re a tasty little morsel.” he sat up very slightly and spread his hairy thighs, letting his penis and balls flop obscenely down.  “You may begin.”

He gestured, and I knelt on the carpet in front of him.  Opening my mouth, I dragged my tongue all the way from his ankle, up his calf, past his knee, along his thigh, up his belly, past his navel and up along his sternum.  Once up at chest level, I playfully kissed the two Hershey Kisses that were his nipples.  He sighed softly and his eyes narrowed into two barely-open slits, like a sleepy cat.  I then proceeded to kiss my way back down his body toward his crotch.

His flesh was cool and smooth and salty with just a hint of spice.  I took his cock in my mouth and sucked, lavishing my tongue around him like an eggbeater.  The taste was strong and stale, smoky and musky and male with just a hint of urine.

I gave it my very best: sucking, licking and kissing his cock, swirling my tongue around the head, massaging it with my fingers, jabbing my tongue at his pee-hole, fondling and licking his hairy ball-sac, even taking the whole package in my mouth and sloshing it around with my tongue.

Nothing.  Not so much as a twitch.

I tried dancing for him, rubbing my tits and ass all over his body, spreading my pussy lips for him, fingering myself for his pleasure while he languidly watching.  I sucked two of his fingers into my mouth and then inserted them into my cunt, penetrating myself deeply with his digits before I withdrew them and seductively licked them clean.

I resumed licking his penis, flicking it with my tongue like a kitten lapping milk, while I fucked myself with a convenient dildo (it was made of ivory and was carved in the image of a voluptuous woman masturbating). I was getting seriously turned on, but his penis insisted on staying resolutely soft.  Once or twice I detected a promising twitch, but beyond that, nothing.  I was starting to feel a little desperate, and he was starting to look a little bored.

The Sultan yawned and stretched and rolled away from me, over onto his stomach.  Somewhat reluctantly, I let the ivory dildo fall onto the carpet.  I climbed on top of him.  Dragging my breasts down his back, I traced my tongue lightly along his spine, from the nape of his neck down to the tailbone, and on into the dark cleft below.  He grunted softly, shifting his position slightly to allow me better access and spreading his cheeks apart for me.

He was quite hairy back there, and the musky male scent was much stronger, but at least he was clean.  I ran the tip of my tongue the whole length of his crack, from the base of his spine to the underside of his scrotum, and back again.  Whenever my tongue brushed against his anus, he jerked slightly.  I thought I could detect a certain change in his breathing.

So I dove in in earnest, eating out his ass while I continued to fondle his cock and balls.  Slowly, slowly, I felt his penis thicken and swell as I rimmed him.  I pressed the flat of my tongue up against his butt hole, I teasingly circled it, I made my tongue rigid and pressed it up inside.  At last his cock was hard enough to be called erect, and I stroked him purposefully with one hand while my tongue was crammed as far as humanly possible up his ass.  Finally his erection reached it’s full, which was no inconsiderable size.

At long last the Sultan disengaged from me, rolling over onto his back on the couch and pointing his royal prick straight up in the air.  With an eloquent gesture of his hand, he indicated that I should climb aboard.

Facing him, I straddled his pelvis, grabbed his dick confidently with one hand, spread my own labia with the other and lowered myself onto him.  It felt so good to have his cock inside my cunt!  I rode up and down on his lap, savoring the sensations, enjoying the ride more than I had enjoyed anything in a long time.

“Harder,” he whispered in my ear, “Faster.”

I worked my hips up and down, back and forth, riding him like a cowgirl atop a raging bull.  My hair was all over the place, my unaccustomedly large tits were bouncing, and I was rapidly approaching orgasm.

I bore down on him, enveloping his length and girth inside my juicy folds.  I ground myself against his pubic bone, stimulating my clitoris, giving myself over entirely to my own pleasure.  My breath was coming in ragged gasps.  I could hear myself yowling and mewing like a cat in heat, I could feel the Sultan’s hands on my ass, separating, squeezing, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of my cheeks.

Bouncing violently, uncontrollably up and down on his large cock, furiously rubbing my clit, I came.  The sex may have been virtual, but the orgasm was the real thing, for sure!

When my body stopped shaking, when I opened my eyes again and reveled in the blissful post-orgasmic endorphin rush, I looked down and saw a pained look of concentration on the Sultan’s face.  His brow was furrowed and sweaty and he was biting down hard on his lower lip.

I continued riding him, concentrating on using my body to pleasure him.  I bent over him, kissing his lips, pinching and tugging on his nipples and working my pussy up and down his cock, now harder and faster, now slow and sensual, now lifting my hips up so that only the head remained inside me, only to plunge back down again, enveloping him completely.

Nothing seemed to work, nothing seemed to come even close to pushing him over the edge, or to even nudge him remotely near the edge.  It was exhausting work, and my poor pussy was starting to get tender and raw.  Worse yet, the sultan was starting to look bored again.

I decided to try another tack.  I lifted myself up, extracting his rigid erection from my tired but happy pussy.  It was all red and hot and absolutely covered in my own slick juice.

Taking his cock in hand again, I carefully guided him between my cheeks, until the head was nosing up against my anus.  I exhaled, lowering myself down onto him, savoring the sensation of his cock penetrating my ass, filling me up.

He slipped in easily, all the way up my ass.  I groaned and he sighed as his big slick cock stretched my asshole.

It felt amazing.  There was the surprising sensation of invasion, the pleasant feeling of fullness, and then the fireworks.  I savored the feeling, reveling in it, riding him while I played with my clit, and soon I was crying out and shuddering all over again on top of his Highness while delirious waves of pleasure coursed through my body making my empty cunt spasm as I came again.

We fucked like that for a while and he genuinely tried, squeezing his eyes tight shut and pounding my ass hard, bucking his hips and thrusting in time with my bouncing.  All for nothing.  Finally, with an exhausted wave of his hand, he bade me desist.

After I had extricated his long-suffering penis from my asshole, he rolled over onto his side and took matters into his own hands.  I lay down on the rugs by the couch so as to allow him to easily come on my face or my tits, whichever he preferred.

He squeezed his poor cock until it was purple, pumping himself so fast that his fist became a blur.  Every muscle was tensed, the veins stood out on his forehead, beads of sweat formed on his bald dome and ran down his face.  As he furiously masturbated, his glasses steamed up and threatened to fall off.  I tried playing with his balls and even penetrating his asshole with my index finger, but to no avail.  His cock stayed stubbornly erect, his need unsatisfied.

“It is no use, Child,” he sighed at last, slumping down on his couch.  His penis bobbed and wiggled as he moved, an angry shade of red.  “Here, take this, for your trouble.”  He tossed a silver coin my way.  It was a silver fifty kurus piece, emblazoned with an idealized portrait of the sultan on one side.

He lay back down on the couch, no longer paying me any attention, reaching over for one of the mouthpieces of his enormous hookah.  He inhaled deeply and breathed out a cloud of hot, sickly-sweet smoke.  His eyes slowly closed and his erection flagged.  I was dismissed.

The red-caped man and the guards were waiting for me outside.  He took the silver coin out of my hand and pocketed it with a humorless little smile.  Then, without a word, I was marched down the long, meandering way back to my apartment.

I was shown in, and the door closed behind me.  I heard a *click* as it was locked from the outside.  As if I would try to escape!  I was exhausted.  I barely had the strength to bathe.  At last I lay down on top of the silk sheets on the bed and closed my eyes.  I considered masturbating, but before my fingers could do the walking, I was asleep.

It seemed like I had only closed my eyes for an instant, but bright morning sunlight was streaming in through my window, and I felt refreshed and pleasantly hungry.  ‘Do they have virtual coffee in this world?’ I wondered idly to myself.

Before I could find out, the door flew open with a crash, and a brace of guards stormed into the room.  There were six of them, in green livery and plumage, and these guards were female; every bit as big, muscular, and stony-faced as their male counterparts, but with long flowing hair, hourglass figures, and form-fitting bronze breast plates that exaggerated their already busty chests.  They wore bracers on their wrists, chainmail on their shapely legs, and a spray of green feathers erupted from the top of the top of each of their helmets.

They carried wicked-looking scimitars, but when it became clear that I meant to put up no resistance, these were sheathed.  I was rousted out of bed and marched down the hall to a small sliding double door that I belatedly realized must be an elevator.

We crowded into the tiny car.  I was surrounded by the silent, steely amazons.  One of them, the captain I supposed (she was taller than the rest, with long blonde hair and a golden chain around her neck) pushed a button and the doors slid closed and the car lurched into motion, making it’s rattley, shaky way down, down, down, deep into the subterranean bowels of the palace.  For long minutes, the elevator car descended.

My guards may have been stony-faced, but at least one of them was feeling frisky.  I felt a hand surreptitiously touching my naked buttock, stroking, caressing, squeezing.  As discretely as I could, I pressed back in the direction of the touch, and the roaming fingers at once became bolder, prying in between my ass cheeks, probing, petting, feeling, exploring, touching my asshole and the sensitive skin below that, making my cunt swell and drool and my clit come straight to buzzing attention.

Her wandering fingers finally found my pussy, which was already soaking wet.  She parted my fat lips and stroked me tantalizingly, spreading my wetness around, one finger lingering impertinently at my asshole, other fingers working their inexorable way up inside my pussy.  I bit down on my lip to stifle a cry, and wiggled back against her exploring hand.

Just then the elevator car lurched to a stop and the doors slid open.  The devilish fingers were hastily removed, and I was left with a wet, excited, frustrated pussy and a swollen clitoris that was absolutely quivering with lust.

I was marched down a long, dingy corridor, dimly lit by flickering fluorescents, and I was thrown bodily into a small dark damp cell with bare concrete walls and floor and a heavy iron door.  It was a really cramped space: the walls couldn’t have been much more than six foot on a side.  There wasn’t much in the room: a metal stool, a drain in the center of the floor, a heavy chain with a hook at the end descended from a small hole in the ceiling, and a push button controller, like a garage door opener, that was mounted to the wall by the door.

My hands were manacled behind my back, the hook at the end of the chain was clipped onto my iron slave collar, and the captain of the guard pressed the ‘UP’ button.  With a rattling, grinding noise, the chain ascended into ceiling.  Much to the amusement of the guards, I was soon dancing on my tip-toes to avoid strangulation.  Finally the chain stopped, and the guards filed out of the room snickering and giggling.  Somebody copped a feel on her way out.  The door clanged shut behind them, and I heard multiple locks being engaged.  I was left in total darkness, straining to stand tall enough to keep from choking.  My calves were soon screaming from the effort.

It was a painful, awkward, precarious position I was stuck in.  Almost immediately my leg muscles started to seize up.  If I relaxed at all, my iron collar cut painfully into my larynx, choking me.  Shifting my weight from foot to foot wasn’t much better; with my hands cuffed behind my back, it was decidedly difficult to balance on one foot on tip-toe, as I soon found out to my immediate woe.

I don’t know how long I danced like that, all alone in the darkness.  It felt like hours and hours.

When the door to my cell was finally flung open, the dim fluorescent light from the hallway dazzled me.  Two bodies in silhouette stood in the doorway.

Once my eyes had adjusted to the light, I could get a look at my visitors.  The first was an outrageously obese woman — she must have weighed five or six hundred pounds — with a wild mop of scarlet hair, a huge bosom, and a beautiful green dress that could have served as a tent for a Bedouin princess.  Her companion was one of the green-plumed guards who had escorted me downstairs.

The fat lady stalked malignantly up to me.  Her looming bulk seemed to fill every corner of the cell.  She got right up in my face.

“Slut!  Tramp!  Whore!  Adulteress!” she slapped me so hard across the face my jaw rang.  My legs collapsed under me and I was left hanging by my neck, choking like a dog.

The Countess nodded to the guard, who pushed the DOWN button, and I sank gratefully to my knees, gasping for air.  My jaw didn’t seem to be broken, but the entire left side of my face felt swollen and puffy.

“Fuck my husband, will you?”  I think you overreach yourself, my little friend.” The Countess’ eyes were small and deep set, hard as diamonds, and completely devoid of life.  By contrast, the guards’ eyes sparkled with mischief and delight.  “If you think you can sleep with MY husband in MY palace and not suffer the consequences, you are sadly mistaken.”

The fat Countess went on, “This is the way it will be.  Give me an orgasm in the next five minutes and I’ll merely have you whipped.  Fail in this and I’ll have you poled.  Do you know what that means?”

The guard tried not to smirk too obviously.  “We insert one end of a ten-foot steel pole into your anus.  Then we stand you up on it on the outer wall.  Gravity takes care of the rest.  Perhaps you have seen some of my ornaments up on the battlements?  Sometimes they manage to linger two or three days before expiring.  Mind you, the crows don’t always wait for them to be dead before pecking out their eyeballs.”

I winced.  The guard grinned openly.  The Countess settled her bulk on the metal stool and hiked up her green dress.  A flame-red bush stared me in the face.  She was excited.  I could smell her sex.

She spread her legs and I crawled on in.  Her thighs were like two great gelatinous tree trunks.  She was soaking wet.

“You may encourage her,” she told the guard, “Use the flat of your sword.”

The command was almost instantly followed with a resounding *crack* across my buttocks.  The blade made a nice loud noise when it smacked my butt, and it was plenty hard enough to sting, but not so hard as to actually be called painful: exactly the kind of spanking I find highly erotic.  I dove right in to the task at hand.

I nosed my way through a thicket of curly, sodden hair, through great mounds and folds of slippery flesh.  Her scent was pungent, pervasive, almost overwhelming though fortunately clean.  Finally my probing tongue found her surprisingly small and delicate pussy and clit.

I started licking with gusto, determined to avoid being impaled and left for the crows.  The smacks across my ass continued with pleasant regularity.

I licked and sucked and slurped, spreading her labia and diving in between them, tickling her tiny clit with the tip of my tongue.  Her juices flowed like a river, and she grabbed a handful of my hair, directing my efforts, grinding my face into her sopping wet cunt.  I licked enthusiastically, dragging the flat of my tongue up and down her sex.  Her enormous thighs held my head tightly in place.  My only problem was getting enough air to keep from passing out.

At some point the spanking stopped and the flat of the sword was replaced with soft, gentle fingers; stroking, exploring, caressing my ass cheeks and the backs of my thighs.  The fingers found their way between my legs, prying open my already wet pussy and pressing boldly inside.  I grunted as the guard-chick’s long fingers entered me.  Up above, I could hear the Countess huffing and puffing like a steam locomotive in response to the ministrations of my tongue.

The guard started finger-fucking me in earnest, which made it kind of difficult to concentrate on the job at hand, but judging by the noises the Countess was making and the way she was mashing my face into her cunt, I was still doing ok.

My own pussy was really enjoying the attention it was receiving.  It felt like the guard had multiple fingers up inside me, and with every movement of her hand, my clit got a jolt of pleasure.  Another finger –or maybe it was her thumb– pressed up against my asshole.

I finally surrendered to the orgasm that had been building up in my body.  Letting go of control, massive waves of pleasure racked through me over and over; my toes curled, my ass shook, my pussy trembled and my clit quivered as I screamed into the Countess’ fiery red crotch.

The Countess didn’t appear to notice, because she herself was also reaching her climax.  Her cries had been steadily rising in volume and pitch, and now they reached a rasping shrill apex.  Both hands grabbed my head, mashing my face hard into her pussy, and her big thighs squeezed my head tight.  For a long time I couldn’t breath at all.  Somewhere far away, I could hear the Countess screaming.  Then, with a sigh, she released me, and I collapsed onto the concrete floor.

My face was completely soaked in her juices.  Her wetness had gotten all over my neck, and even down onto my breasts; my hair was sodden.

The Countess stood up, smoothing down her dress which had ridden up onto her lap while I’d been eating her.  The guard pressed one finger to her lips and winked seductively.

“Not bad,” the Countess said, “Not bad at all.  But still… the punishment stands. One hundred lashes in the public square with a horsewhip, and then pole her.  Place her where I can see from my chamber window.  I want to see this one suffering on the battlements before sundown.”

“It shall be done.” the guard said.  My heart sank when my sentence was pronounced.  I mean, I enjoy a little pain and suffering as much as the next girl, but the idea of having my guts slowly ripped apart from the bottom up in the hot sun while crows pecked at my eyeballs sounded totally out of bounds, even if it was only virtual.

The Countess sidled over to my prone body, straddled me, squatted down and let go.  A stream of hot piss caught me full in the face, stinging my eyes, running into my nose and mouth, making me choke and gag.

When she was finished, the Countess stood back up.  “Leave her,” she said to the guard, “Let us go.  She can think about the consequences of her actions for a little while.”

They took their leave, slamming and locking the iron door behind them, leaving me alone in the darkness once again.  I was too despondent to even get up, though the chain attached to my neck was now slack.  I lay where I was on the hard concrete floor in a puddle of cold urine, and wept bitter tears of self-pity.

A dazzling light suddenly blinded me.  The door had been thrown open again, and the red-caped man and the green-plumed guard who had attended the Countess were standing over me.

“Unbind her!” the red-caped man told the guard.  His face looked grim.  “Hurry, we haven’t got much time!”

The chain was unhooked from my slave collar, and my hands were released from behind my back.  Strong arms helped me to my feet and led me out into the corridor.

The guard clasped her hand in mine and flashed me a smile.  Under her helm she was young, blonde, and extremely pretty.

“We haven’t much time,” the red-caped man repeated, “Follow me, quick!”

The three of us ran together down the hall, the red-caped man in the lead, his cape billowing out behind him.

And then my vision blurred and went black, I suddenly felt like I was falling from a great height, and then I was back in the sarcophagus in the Otherworlds ™ franchise in the strip mall, lying on my back, hooked up to a couple dozen electrodes.

The Russian technician was leaning over me.  “Your session went a little long.  Your vitals were absolutely through the roof just now, so we let you run over.  I trust you enjoyed yourself?” she smirked.  “You may wish to take a shower before you leave.”  It was true.  I was a sticky, sweaty, juicy mess.  “Please, do come again soon.”

Oh, I would.

END

(for Holly)

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In Retrospect

June 19, 2010 at 12:00 pm · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , ,

“Hey, are you almost done in there?”

I was in Lorrie’s kitchen, dipping her wine glasses in an ammonia solution.

“Hurry up and get undressed, they’ll be arriving soon.”

I stepped out into the living room, holding a dish rag and a dusty wine glass.  Lorrie was standing on a chair, dusting the top of a gilt mirror frame.  She looked almost as if she’d been posed there by some erotic photographer.  In the next shot, she’d remove her sweater, and then her jeans.  She looked good.

“Get yourself out of those clothes Kidoo,” she semi-snapped at me, not bothering to turn around, but eyeing me through the mirror, “Hurry up, it’s almost seven and people will be showing up soon.  Come on, I want to see that cute little white butt!”

Lorrie was my first serious girlfriend in New York.  She was a natural redhead, with smallish boobs, a slender athletic figure, and a beautiful round butt that she saw as a curse and that I thought of as one of her prime assets.  She had a bright contagious smile, and a fierce intimidating frown.  She was in her late 30s, fifteen years older than me, and from the moment we’d started dating– we’d gotten caught in a rainstorm leaving the gym we both belonged to at the same time, and had agreed to share a cab.  She had proceeded to suck my dick all the way to Brooklyn–   she had knocked my sexual socks off.  She was the first girl I ever dated who was even hornier then I was.  She didn’t just like going down on me, she reveled in it like a gourmand at and all-you-can-eat buffet.  She liked a really hard spanking, she liked having her hair pulled, and she liked getting fucked, hard, deep, and often.  Lately she’d been teasing me with the prospect of anal sex (something I had yet to experience), and had been dropping broad hints about threesomes.

I was a clueless white boy, straight out of the Midwest, and I was eager to learn everything Lorrie had to teach me: how to eat sushi, how to listen to opera, how to fuck in public places without getting caught, the proper way to lick a pussy.  We had only been dating a couple months, and already I spent almost all my time at her apartment.  At the time I thought I was in love with her.

So I shucked off my clothes right there in the living room.  Maybe Lorrie thought we had enough time for a quick pre-party blowjob?  We hadn’t had sex in, like, three days, and I was all horny and raring to go.  But no, she just continued dusting, and looked approvingly at my reflection in the mirror.

“Very nice.  Now throw those clothes into the bedroom and put those wine glasses away.  I told you we don’t have very much time!”

I did as I was told.  While I was in the kitchen, hanging up the last of the wine glasses, the doorbell rang.

“Don’t just stand there,” Lorrie called from the bathroom where she was doing some emergency last-minute cleaning duty, “Go downstairs and get the door!”

Lorrie occupied the first two stories of a four-story brownstone in a not-very fashionable neighborhood in Brooklyn.

“Hold on!” I called, “Just le me throw some clothes on, okay?”

“Oh no you don’t,” she snapped, poking her head out the bathroom door.  She was wearing purple rubber gloves, and her greenish-grey eyes sparkled dangerously from behind her glasses, “You march straight downstairs and answer that door right now, just the way I like you, in your birthday suit.  You still want to do me up the pooper later on?  Good.  Now do what I tell you and don’t give me any lip.”

It was out first dinner party together.  I knew who was invited:

*Nora and Kevin, school teachers and friends of Lorrie.

*Rod and Tim, a gay couple.  Rod was a friend of Lorrie’s from work.

*Sue, a girl we both knew from the gym, and her boyfriend du jour.

*Meredith, Lorrie’s younger sister.

There was no arguing with that tone of voice.  I knew that from experience.  Plus, I really did want to fuck her in the butt later that night, and this was the closest she’d come to a promise that I really would get to.  So, feeling incredibly awkward and self-conscious, I slunk down the stairs to the front door.

It was Nora and Kevin, and they seemed totally unfazed by my nudity.  “Nice to see you!” they said, “Aren’t you going to ask us in and get us a drink?”

I took their coats and ushered them upstairs, feeling very conscious of my naked dick and balls and butt.  Lorrie, having finished the bathroom in a hurry and ditched the gloves, was ready in the living room with drinks, and we all settled down to chat and make polite early-party small talk as if I weren’t naked as a jay bird.  After only about five minutes of this, the doorbell rang again.

“Be a dear and get that won’t you?” Lorrie sipped her wine and Kevin and Nora tried not to smirk.

It was Sue and her latest beaux, a very large black guy named Nigel.  “Well, hello!” Sue simpered, looking me greedily up and down, and Nigel gave me a look that said ‘Oooookay dude, what-ever.’

Tim was the next to arrive.  His partner, Rod, was feeling sick and wouldn’t make it.  Tim positively leered at me.  “Oh my, Rod is going to hate missing this party!  Looking good there, Kidoo!”

Meredith, Lorrie’s cherubic thirty-ish younger sister, was the last guest to arrive.  She was another red head, as short and chubby as Lorrie was tall and svelte.

“Well!” she said breathlessly when I opened the door, “it’s certainly nice to see you!”

Upstairs, everyone was chatting happily.  I was kept busy getting people drinks and bringing out appetizers and taking dirty dishes away.  From time to time, I almost forgot that I was nude, the only naked body in a room full of –mostly female– clothed bodies.

“Your new boyfriend’s so cute!” Meredith’s voice piped up over the general chatter, “Can I touch him?”

“Of course,” Lorrie replied, “Touch away.  You can all do whatever you want with him, just as long as you don’t make him come.”

I was mortified.  Meredith (whom I had just served a rum-and-coke to) reached out and traced with her fingertip, a line from the inside of my knee all the way up to my dangling ball sac.  I felt my dick twitch and my nuts contract, which elicited a grin from Meredith.  She then ran her fingers along the top of my penis, from the hairy base to the helmet-shaped head and back again.  Back and forth, she lightly dragged her index finger, and to my horror and embarrassment, my dick responded enthusiastically, swelling and bobbing, earning a peal of giggles from Tim and every female in the room.

“I wanna try!” called Nora from across the room.  I hesitated.  Lorrie gave me a sharp look, and I hustled butt across the room to the arm chair where Nora was sitting.  She was a grey-haired, severe featured lady, fifty-ish with sea grey eyes and pursed lips that occasionally relaxed into a very pretty smile.  Right now she was smiling.  While her husband looked indulgently on, she stroked my erection, bringing me rapidly to a state of complete and total hardness.

“My turn!” called Tim, and I was promptly shuffled over to the sofa where he and Sue and Nigel were sitting.  It felt kind of weird and embarrassing to have a guy fondling my dick, but it also felt really good, and my cock sure wasn’t complaining.  He squeezed my ass, and I felt his fingers slip between my butt cheeks, getting dangerously close to my asshole, when Sue barged in.

She grasped my cock hard and started pumping up and down in a way that would make me come if she kept that up very long.  She stopped before things got totally out of hand however, leaving me almost painfully turned-on, red-hot, trembling and rigid.  “Here, you have a try”, she told Nigel, “it won’t bite you!”

With a raised eyebrow and a bemused look on his face, Nigel gave my dick a quick squeeze with his huge brown hand.

“That’s not how you do it!” Sue laughed a short rat-a-tat laugh, and then, quick as an iguana, she stuck out her tongue and traced the vein on the underside of my penis all the way along it’s length from the base to the swollen, purple head.  A long strand of pre-come, which was now leaking freely from the end of my dick, attached itself to the tip of her tongue and formed a long, silvery gossamer thread between us, like a spider’s web.

“Dinner is served!” called Lorrie, and with that we all shifted into the dining room.  She had done all the cooking, and the food was delicious, but I had a very hard time concentrating on the meal at all.

I was seated at one end of the table, opposite Lorrie.  Throughout dinner, all the girls, and Tim, and even Nigel and Kevin once apiece, kept getting up to torment me: squeezing my now painfully hard erection, tweaking my nipples, nibbling my ears, fondling my buns, and in Meredith’s case, sticking her (bra-covered) boobs in my mouth.  Each new indignity made me even more uncomfortably turned-on, and was greeted with a merry burst of laughter from around the table.

After dinner was over and all the dishes removed (by me, with my erect cock pointing the way) to the kitchen sink, Lorrie stood and addressed the party.

“My young friend here would like to lose his anal cherry tonight.  Does everyone here think he’s earned that privilege?”

There were cries of “Yes!” and “No!”

“Well I propose that he earn that privilege by serving us desert.  Climb up on the table, please.”  This was clearly directed at me.  Resignedly, feeling every one of the sixteen eyes around the table focused on my naked body, I climbed up on top of the table, on all fours as Lorrie directed.  My hard cock hung long and thick and frustrated between my legs, and my balls and ass felt terribly naked and exposed.

From somewhere I couldn’t see, Lorrie retrieved a black silicone butt plug.  It wasn’t huge as far as butt plugs go; the business end was the size and shape of a good-sized chicken egg; but at that point in my life I had never even seen a butt plug in person before, and to my eyes it looked enormous.  Furthermore, this particular plug had a cluster of peacock feathers projecting from it’s base, iridescent, outrageous peacock feathers three or four feet long.

I thought I might die of humiliation as Lorrie carefully lubed up my asshole, but my cock stayed resolutely hard.  If I hadn’t been so freaked out about Lorrie touching me ‘back there’, and if everybody hadn’t been watching eagerly, I would have found the sensation pretty erotic.  As it was, I was incredibly embarrassed, blushing from head to toe, and all the parts in between.  Also, I was genuinely worried about the toy that I knew she was getting ready to jam up inside my virgin butt hole.  I was afraid it would hurt, and I wasn’t sure I could take that on top of my very public humiliation.

Lorrie was stroking my cock with her index finger now, incredibly lightly, as if she were petting a baby kitten.  I was drooling.  Another finger started toying with my anus, drawing little circles around it, pressing up against it, threatening to stray inside.  Now I was finding it erotic, seriously erotic, and all the social anxiety in the world wasn’t restraining me any more.  I moaned and thrust my ass back toward her invading finger.  There was dead silence around the table as Lorrie’s long index finger entered me, her other finger never stopping on my dick.

I loved the feeling of her finger in my ass, and if one felt good, two slick fingers felt even better.  I was being pleasantly stretched in ways I’d never been stretched before, and it felt absolutely amazing. All too soon, she removed her fingers from my butt and my cock, leaving me gasping and writhing with desire unfulfilled.

Lorrie then held up the butt plug and all it’s glorious plumage for everybody to see, and the dinner guests ‘Ooohed’ and ‘Aaahed’ appreciatively.  She then got down to the business of sticking it up my horny virgin hole.  Once it was between my butt cheeks and pressed against my anus, the toy felt absolutely huge.  There was no way it was ever going to fit in, and if it did, it would tear me apart.  Unconcerned, Lorrie pressed relentlessly against my anus.

“Relax!” she whispered in my ear, “it won’t hurt, I promise!”

I swallowed and gritted my teeth and tried to relax.

The room was silent, as if everyone were holding their breath.  I know I was.  I could feel the toy irresistibly nosing it’s way inside, opening me up, stretching me impossibly wide.  She was right, it didn’t hurt, but the sensation was –to put it lightly—intense!  Just about the time I couldn’t take any more, my ass was opened as wide as it could go and was on the verge of hurting, just as I was about to cry out for mercy, the world shifted slightly on it’s axis, and with an almost audible *pop* the widest part of the toy slid past my anal sphincter and lodged itself inside me, and I was left with a most amazing feeling of fullness.

“Excellent!” laughed Lorrie, and the dinner guests finally exhaled.  She swatted me across the rear.  “Now be a Dear and serve the people desert.”

Desert was ice-cream and tiramisu, and as I brought the plates out from the kitchen, my tail feathers dragging on the floor behind me and my cock bobbing stiffly in front of me like the figurehead of some obscene sailing ship, I was faced with a new quandary: how to avoid shooting off spontaneously.  The toy in my ass was now pushing buttons I hadn’t even known existed, and with every step I took I had to clench my teeth and curl my toes to keep from erupting into orgasm.

My life wasn’t made any easier by the squeezing, groping, fondling, and pinching I got from all hands as I served desert and coffee and then took away the dirties.

I felt physically exhausted, as if I had just run a marathon, and my dick was drooling freely by the time people started to get and fetch their coats.  Everyone agreed that it had been a very successful dinner.

“What a dish!” I overheard Meredith tell Lorrie on the way out.  “Freakiest damn party I ever been to!” Nigel told Sue as they walked down the stairs, and it didn’t sound like he meant it in a bad way.

At long last Lorrie and me were alone.  I thought ruefully of the mountain of dishes in the kitchen, and how since she had cooked, cleaning up was my responsibility.

“Fuck the dishes!”  Laurie was already pulling off her clothes, “Come over here and fuck me!  You were magnificent!”

She bent over the dining table, thrusting her curvaceous soft pale ass up and out, spread wide, all for me.  Between those two white pillows, her little crinkled brown anus winked invitingly at me.  “Come on!” she exclaimed urgently, the fingers of one hand already squishily busy between her thighs.

I took aim with my penis, which felt like a red-hot poker, about a meter long and ready to burst.  The bottle of lube was sitting conveniently on the table where she had left it.  The cool oozy viscous stuff felt good on my erection.  It seemed to temporarily soothe the wild beast.  I squirted a generous amount onto Lorrie’s eager butt hole.  She sighed and wiggled her rear-end.

“Come on!” she repeated, “Fuck me!”

With one long, slow motion, I invaded her asshole, all the way up to the hilts.  I couldn’t believe how tight she was on my cock, or how hot she was inside.  It felt amazing and by the time my hips were pressed against her soft ass cheeks, she was snarling and growling.  “Fuck me hard!” she ordered.

Almost as soon as I started to thrust, I was coming.  It wasn’t the kind of orgasm I was used to– just this rush of pleasure coursing through my body as my penis spouted what felt like a fire hose worth of come into Lorrie’s ass.  My dick stayed hard throughout, and I stayed horny, turned-on, and hot to trot.  My come filled her ass and sloshed around my dick and leaked out onto my balls.  “Oh YES!  That’s it!” Lorrie humped back against me, slamming her butt into my pelvis, trying to get every bit of my dick up inside her.  She had fingers in her pussy now, and I could feel them.  “Fuck me hard!” she repeated.

I complied with gusto, fucking her with everything I had, while my tail feathers shook, and she deliriously rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy.  I could feel another orgasm building up in my balls, and this one was going to be huge!  I had my hands on her hips, slamming her butt with my dick, we were both howling and growling and wailing and moaning, and then she was coming, gasping in little hic-hic-hics, arching her back and knocking a coffee cup off the table as her body shook and her asshole spasmed and contracted around my dick, and then I was coming, and the intensity of my come was almost too powerful to be believed, and I was screaming and shaking and pumping myself into her hot, juicy butt.

I had collapsed onto her back, and we lay there for a little, quivering, splayed out on top of the dining table, two exhausted sweaty bodies.  Then my much-reduced penis slipped out of her asshole with a *pop* and we both got a case of the giggles.

Removing the butt plug from my own ass was a little bit more of a project, one that resulted in another erection on my part, which brought on a blowjob from Lorrie, and two or three of her fingers up my well-stretched but tired butt.

I slept hard that night, and woke up with a smile on my face; sore, tender, and very satisfied.

Within a month, Lorrie had broken up with me.  I didn’t understand why at the time.  I was heartbroken.  In retrospect, I realized that she had gotten bored with me, and didn’t need a twenty-two year old kid mooning over her.  I guess she was ready for a new boy-toy.

All this is part of the past.  I moved on, more-or-less forgot about our brief fling and our adventures together.  Then, last Friday, out of the blue, I got a call on my cell phone from Meredith, Lorrie’s little sister.  She wanted to know if I remembered her (I did!), what I was up to (not much), and whether I was available (I was).

We’ve got a date this weekend.  I’m really looking forward to it.

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Aerophobia

May 28, 2010 at 4:55 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged

I always hated flying.  It always seemed deeply, fundamentally wrong to me that something as big and heavy as a jetliner could fly through something as thin and insubstantial as the air.  I was never able to relax on a plane.  I was always waiting for the fatal flaw in the engineering to reveal itself, for gravity to take over, to plunge screaming from on high, to die in an orange fireball.

It wasn’t just the flying either, it was the process: the long lines at the airport, the security checkpoints, the inevitable delays, the rude airline employees, the cramped and crowded cabin.  All these things gave me stress and conspired to keep me safely on the ground.  So it took all of my mother’s powers of guilt and persuasion to convince me to fly out to Seattle for a summer visit.

I showed up at LaGuardia plenty early, sailed through check-in and security, located my gate.  Then I had some time to kill.  Unfortunately the bars weren’t open yet, but I got myself some breakfast and worked on the New York Times crossword puzzle.

An hour later, my flight was still on time.  Boarding went pretty smoothly, and with only minor butterflies in my stomach, I planted myself in my seat, a window near the back of the plane.  A fat, middle-aged businessman was sitting on the aisle.  He courteously got up to let me in.  I could only hope he’d be as obliging two or three hours later when I had to get up and pee.

As the plane filled up, I started to be cautiously optimistic that the middle seat next to me might stay empty.  I almost didn’t dare form the thought in my head, lest I jinx myself.

Sure enough, just before they closed the cabin door and pushed back, one last passenger came hustling up the center aisle, toting an overstuffed backpack and heading inexorably toward the only empty seat I could see in the airplane… the one next to me.

At least he was cute, I thought as he squeezed past the big guy on the aisle and stuffed his backpack underneath the seat in front of him.  He was a skinny white guy, a little young for me, but cute nonetheless, with big hands, disheveled nearly black hair, a long angular face, and a crescent-shaped scar about the size of a nickel just below the hairline of his high forehead.  He apologized for jostling me, and I gave him a quick friendly smile.  I felt bad for the guy; I personally hate sitting in the center seat, and he was pressed up against the overweight businessman who was spilling over the armrests.

The aircraft pushed back from the gate and we got in line to take off.  As always it seemed to take way too long.  I smelled jet fuel and wondered if that were normal.  It was too hot in the cabin.  I started to sweat.  Finally, after about six hours of idling on the runway, the captain announced that we were next in line for take-off.  The big engines spooled up to an impossible roar, I was pressed back into my seat, the nose of the plane seemed to take way too long to raise up and, as usual, I had a rush of panic that this time it wasn’t going to work, that the pilot had forgotten some crucial item on his checklist, that we were going to roll on past the end of the runway, tumble end-over-end, break apart, and die screaming, trapped in a canister of crushed flaming aluminum.

As usual, the plane lifted off from the tarmac, and the landing gear stowed with a clunk, and we climbed steeply up and out of New York.  If I craned my neck, I could catch a glimpse of my apartment building for just an instant before we penetrated the low clouds and were gone.

The plane leveled out, and I allowed myself to unclench a tiny bit.  The beverage cart made it’s way down the center aisle.  Soft drinks were still free, though everything else had a price tag on it.  I had a ginger ale and an $8 tuna sandwich.  The cute white guy next to me had brought his own: it looked to be turkey on a roll.

I could tell that his personal space was getting over run by the bulk of the guy sitting next to him, so I raised up my armrest to give him a little more room.  He gave me a grateful smile.  Definitely cute.  Definitely too young for me.  College boy?

We chatted a little bit.  I told him my name.  He told me his was Ian.  He was headed west for the same reason as me  –family–  but he had to change planes at SeaTac and hop a little puddle-jumper over to Spokane.

I asked him how long he was staying.  “A week or so,” he told me, “I’m flying standby.”

My mom had used guilt as a blunt instrument and bludgeoned me into staying in Seattle two full weeks.

We settled down for a long boring flight across America.  Out the window there was nothing to see but flat grey clouds.  I reclined my seat and plugged into my iPod, trying to relax and hoping that the rest of the flight would pass quickly and uneventfully.

The fat guy on the aisle started to snore.  I could hear his wheezing over the sound of the jet engines, over the music in my ear buds.  I suddenly became acutely aware that the cute guy next to me had his leg pressed up against my own thigh.  I risked a glance over at him; he seemed to be engrossed in a Kerouac novel.

I felt that familiar, maddeningly insatiable tingling sensation between my legs.  What the hell?  I took a chance, and pressed back, my black cotton pants against his blue denim.

He pressed back against me, a little harder.  My nipples stiffened inside my bra.  Downstairs, things would already be getting moist and slippery.

Very tentatively, he let the fingertips of his right hand brush across the top of my thigh.  When I raised no objections, he laid his big hand down just above my knee, squeezing my legs muscles.

He was still holding the Kerouac novel in his left hand, to all appearance engrossed in his reading.  I slid back in my seat, closing my eyes and letting my legs part as much as was decently possible in the confined space.

Up and down my thigh his fingers constantly traveled; now soft as feathers, now strong as iron bars.  He traced his way from my waist to my kneecap and back again, sometimes briefly exploring the softer territory of my inner thigh, never stopping, never staying in one place very long.  This seemed to go on for hours.  My clit felt like it was the size of a basketball, and I had surely soaked through my panties and was wetting the seat underneath me.  I was having a very hard time not moaning and whimpering aloud.

Somewhere over Montana, I could take no more.  The guy in the aisle seat was still snoring rhythmically, and only an occasional person made their way past us to the bathroom.  I stopped his roaming hand with a press and a squeeze, piled my fleece jacket onto my lap, and lowered the meal tray to provide at least some modicum of a screen from passing eyes.  Then, as casually as possible, I unsnapped and unzipped my pants, and skootched them halfway down my legs.  My panties were crawling up my ass, and I wanted them off in a bad way, but I couldn’t think of a discrete way to pull them down.

He finally put down his book and leaned over toward me.  I thought he was going to whisper something to me, but he just traced the outside of my ear with the tip of his tongue, and bit down on my earlobe, hard.  I felt his eyes on my tits, and I really wanted to pull my shirt off over my head, unsnap my bra, and feel his mouth on my nipples, his tongue exploring, his lips sucking, his teeth nibbling and pulling… but of course I couldn’t.

Bolder now, his hand found it’s way under the piled-up green fleece on my lap, and wormed it’s way down the front of my panties.  I was absolutely soaking wet.  When his probing middle finger finally found my hyper-excited sex, I arched my back and let out a subsonic moan, and, forgetting all about modesty and decorum, I lifted my ass and spread my legs as wide apart as humanly possible in the confined space, one knee crammed up against the bulkhead, the other practically in his lap.

He penetrated me with that long finger, and it was nearly enough to set me off all by itself.  He withdrew his hand and presented it to me for my inspection.  It was thoroughly coated in my come.  With a very naughty smirk, he licked the finger clean, and then slid it back down my panties where it belonged.

Across western Montana, Idaho, and most of eastern Washington, he finger fucked my drooling pussy.  It was exquisite torture.  My hungry cunt gobbled up his finger and wanted more.  He was tormenting me on purpose, slowly sliding his finger in and out, never quite enough to push me over the edge.  I was pretty sure I’d never been so wet in my entire life.  I thought I might just die of pleasure.

I felt the plane shift and turn as air traffic control started to vector us down into SeaTac.  Soon the stewardesses would be coming through, checking seatbacks and tray tables in the upright and locked position.  I felt a wave of horny desperation.  It was now or never.  I reached down between my legs, knocking the green fleece onto the floor, and grabbed his hand by the wrist, guiding him.

With his long middle finger deep inside my cunt, I held on to his wrist and violently, spasmodically ground the flat of his hand against my screaming, distended clit.  I felt another finger slip inside me, stretching my pussy, and another fingertip brush against my asshole.  Grinding his big strong hand into my clitoris, the orgasm racked my body, over and over, waves of pent-up pleasure and glorious release, leaving me shaking and breathless.

When I was finally done coming, I quickly pulled up my pants and tidied myself up as much as possible.  I had bit down on my own arm when I came, leaving a neat set of teeth-shaped bruises that Mom would force me to come up with some explanation for that she wouldn’t believe.

The seatbelts light had come on, and the plane was losing altitude fast, but I was still in a happy daze.  I looked longingly at the very promising lump in the front of his jeans, but there was no time, no time.  The stewardesses were already coming down the aisle, checking all the passengers, and our rotund neighbor had finally woken up.

Landing is usually the worst part for me.  This time, my sweaty fingers entwined in his sticky ones, I barely even noticed the final approach and the thunk as the wheels touched down.

The flight was a little late from waiting so long on the tarmac at LaGuardia, so when we got to the gate, they let the passengers with connecting flights off first.

Getting off the plane, one of the stewardesses, a blonde lady with leathery skin, grinned at me and winked lasciviously.  I blushed guiltily.

I had hoped that he’d waited, that I could drag him off into some semi-private corner of the airport and give him a really quick but world-class blowjob; but he was nowhere to be seen.  I headed down toward the luggage carousels, kicking myself for not getting his phone number and dreading two weeks in close proximity to my family.  I was already looking forward to the return flight.

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