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Wild Bill

September 23, 2009 at 4:20 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , ,

“Hey Kid, you know the difference between kinky and perverted?”  Wild Bill put down the grinder and sat down beside me.

We were up on the thirteenth floor, a hundred feet or so above the sidewalk, sitting on a big steel beam.  All day he’d been grinding off angle clips, moving them two inches higher, clamping them in place; and then I would weld them back onto the steel column.  All kinds of fun.

“What’s the difference Bill?”  I’d been on the gang a little over two weeks, and Wild Bill and me had immediately hit it off.  He was probably 20 years older than me; when he forgot to shave his head, the stubble came in grey.  He had a little bit of a beer belly and a whole lot of jailhouse tattoos and some nasty scars and a collection of bent and twisted fingers that had all been broken many times over, but he was also piercingly intelligent, possessed of a sick sense of humor, and the man walked the high steel like a great, malevolent spider.  I kind of had a crush on him.

I’d come on as a welder, $25 an hour cash under the table.  Nobody ever asked to see my welding certification, which was good because I didn’t have one.  I’d learned to weld at art school, making huge and fantastically ugly sculptures out of steel.

“The difference is if you’re kinky you use a feather.  If you’re perverted you use the whole damn bird.”

Much later that day.  We were across the street at the Mother Superior, getting soused on cheap red wine.  Most of the gang drank Budweiser, but Wild Bill drinks wine and I did too.

“The important thing is to know whether you’re just kinky or fully perverted.”  Bill does that a lot: he picks up running where he’d left a conversation hours before.  He spent a lot of time in the joint (apparently he had a nasty habit of knocking over liquor stores and gas stations when he was younger), and that may be where he picked up that habit.  I found it alternately disorienting and endearing.

The rest of the gang: Carlos, Tulio, Ugly John and Jitters, had cut out a while ago.  It was a weeknight and we all had to be at work the next morning at seven, sober or not.  The place was pretty empty and kind of dark.  We were sitting at a small table in the corner, and I realized that we were sitting a little closer than strictly necessary, and that the sexual tension in the room was off the freaking charts.  I hadn’t masturbated in, well in several days, and all of a sudden my clit was stiff as a jelly bean.  I strongly suspected that my panties were more than a little bit moist.  I really wanted him to touch me.

Wild Bill poured me a short glass of wine, killing the bottle.  He leaned over the table and almost shyly placed one hand on my knee.  I swear all of a sudden I was sitting in a puddle of joy juice.  My panties were drenched and squishy.  He ran his other hand over his scarred, bald head.  “Would you care to step into my office?”

Well, that sounded just fine.

About two seconds later I found myself in a place I’d never been before: the men’s room of the Mother Superior Bar & Grill.  There was a urinal on the wall, a toilette with the seat up right next to it, and a sink.  The place smelled like pee and dirty man.

Wild Bill was leaning against the wall next to the paper towel dispenser, and I was on my knees on the filthy black-and-white tiled floor, trying to tug his jeans down.

Ok, I was a little drunk, and more than a little horny, and over-eager, and not very coordinated.  I had a lot of trouble with his button-fly.  It didn’t help that his boner was doing it’s best to burst through the denim.

Finally I got his pants down around his ankles.  It was then that I noticed his underwear.  Where I had expected to see tighty-whities or maybe striped boxers, Bill was wearing green, lacey, low-rise Victoria’s Secret bikini panties.  And his junk was protruding eagerly from the front of them.

Well, I liked his taste in panties!  I tugged the soft material down out of the way and his cock sprung out to meet me.  My friends, Wild Bill was HUNG!  I’m not especially a size queen, though a big dick sure looks good in porn; and I’m lousy at estimating penis size, but this was ridiculous, well outside the mean.  I didn’t think I’d be able to fit the entire thing in my mouth, but I was more than willing to give it a shot.

It was thick and veiney, and the bulbous head was bright red and oozing sweet, sticky boy-juice.

“Yeah, suck me good, Kid”

Well I certainly intended to!

I opened my mouth wide and swallowed.  I was right, I couldn’t get more than maybe half that thing inside my mouth.  I wondered what it would be like to try taking it in certain other places.  Probably pretty nice, given a proper warm-up.

His cock was alive, thrusting in my mouth, fucking my face.  I did my best to keep up, grasping his tight muscular buns in each hand and swirling my tongue all over his big dick, keeping my teeth well out of the way.  Bill had both hands in my hair, still thrusting, but honestly I was doing most of the work now that I knew how he wanted it, bobbing my head up and down his glistening rigid shaft.  Bill was moaning and groaning so loud I thought the whole bar could probably hear, and I didn’t care at all.  In fact, I thought it was pretty hot.

I slipped my middle finger in between his buttocks and started tickling his little hole.

“Aw fuck Kid, I’m gonna come!”  Bill did his absolute best to jam his whole cock down my throat, and I did my absolute best to accommodate him.

He howled out loud like he was giving birth or something and jammed my face into his crotch.  I penetrated his asshole with my middle finger and I felt his cock spasm in my mouth and then he was squirting copious amounts of hot sticky, salty, bitter semen.  I swallowed it all and stayed with him as his proud erection started to go soft.

“Do you mind if I piss in your mouth, Kid?”

“Mmm-mmm!” I agreed happily, lips wrapped around his much-reduced dick and eyes gazing worshipfully up at his scarred face.

It took him a few minutes to relax enough.  I kept expecting someone to thump on the bathroom door and ruin the moment, but thankfully we were left in peace just long enough.  He closed his eyes and bit his lip and I let his soft dick rest on my tongue and then I felt his balls twitch, and finally he let a squirt of pee out.  I swallowed it hungrily, and it was followed by another, stronger stream.  My mouth was suddenly full of his hot, salty piss, and I was having to swallow fast and hard to keep up.

I’d never tasted pee before, and I was relieved to find that it was non-disgusting.  Not exactly something I’d put on my breakfast cereal, but in the heat of the moment and fresh from the source, it certainly did the trick.

When he was all done, he withdrew his penis and I licked the last golden drops off the tip.  Then he pulled his panties back up, buttoned his jeans, kissed me roughly on the lips, and we exited the men’s room together.

I half-expected a standing ovation from the bar, but nobody was paying us any attention.  They were all busy getting drunk.  We freshened up our wine glasses.

“That was fucking awesome Kid.  You wanna hang out here some more, or do you feel like coming over to my place?”

His place.  Definitely.

Wild Bill’s place was out on Staten Island.  We took the ferry over there, standing on the deck in the moonlight watching the towers of Manhattan recede, bodies pressed together against the chill night wind.  He was big and strong and solid and alive next to me.  I was so fucking horny I could taste it.  I playfully felt up his dick through his work jeans.  He was nicely erect, long and hard.  So Bill was still horny too.

Bill put his arms around me and whispered huskily in my ear, “I can’t wait to suck your cock.”

Holy Shit.

He still thought I was a dude.

Honestly, I hadn’t set out to fool anyone.  I’m not built like a supermodel, I had short hair at the time; and if you’ve ever done outdoor construction work in New York in the winter, you know you have to wear a bunch of layers: long underwear, Carharrts, jog bra, t-shirt, sweater, thermal socks, etc etc.  Even my name is kind of androgynous; and the guys mostly just called me ‘Kid’ anyway.  Actually I’d kind of forgotten that there might be any confusion at all.  I wasn’t the strongest of the gang, but I certainly wasn’t the weakest either; I could pull my own weight.  It had never occurred to me that I had Bill fooled anyway.

I felt his erection, straining through his dirty jeans, and gave him a squeeze.  “I want you to fuck me cross-eyed” I whispered back.  I really wanted him to, too.

We stumbled off the ferry and into a taxi, and then after a short drive, we stumbled out of the taxi and up the steps into Wild Bill’s duplex apartment.

As soon as the front door closed behind us, we were all over each other.  Bill wasn’t a physically big guy –I was a hair taller than him-, but he was incredibly strong and solid and compact and it felt really good to have my hands all over him– on his stubbly, scarred face, around his shoulders, gripping his tight little butt.  He was a really good kisser; aggressive and sensitive and playful and not too much tongue.

We maneuvered, still smooching and groping, into Wild Bill’s living room.  A little shove from me and he went sprawling onto the floor.  His t-shirt went flying.  He had a wicked scar on his chest, as if someone had tried to do unauthorized open-heart surgery on him sometime in the past, and a lot of tattoos.  His jeans came off, and his green lace panties too.

I got him on his knees and stuck my face between his cheeks, doing my damndest to stick my tongue all the way up his ass while I tugged on his cock.

Bill was moaning and gurgling as I assaulted his tight little asshole with my wine-stained tongue.  If I got any hornier, I was going to soak all the way through my Carharrts.  I unbuttoned the fly and stuck a hand down my own panties, finding the situation down there shockingly slippery.

“If you keep that up, I’m going to come” Bill moaned into the carpet.  Well, I wasn’t that far off myself.

“I want you to fuck me now” I said.  I was grinding my fingers against my clitoris and teetering right on the brink.  His balls were drawn up tight and his oversized cock hung down thickly.

“Condom” he said, “Lube.”

While he rolled the condom on, I pulled my workpants and undies off and knelt down in front of him, ass thrust up lasciviously.  He applied lube to my rear end generously.  It was cold when it touched my sensitive flesh and it made me shiver delightfully.  I wiggled my ass and he chuckled.

He started fingering my butt and it felt heavenly.  I really wanted him to stick a couple fingers up my cunt while he was doing that, but I couldn’t exactly ask him for that.

“Do you like that Kid?” he asked.

Oh man, the things his fingers were doing to my backside!  I think my joy juice was running in streams down my thighs.  “I want you to fuck my ass hard” I told him.

“You want it,” he said, replacing the finger up my butt with his latex-wrapped cock between my cheeks, “you got it!”

I felt the head of his dick nudging at my asshole, and I breathed deep, trying to relax.  Between the lube and my own juice, I was incredibly wet back there.  He pushed forward, and the pressure back there increased.  Another gentle nudge forward.  I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to take this.  It almost hurt, I was right on the edge.

“You ok?”

“Yeah.  Keep going.  Slow.”

I couldn’t resist petting my wet cunt.  His  hand was pressing down on my lower back.  Just as my asshole started to get used to the idea it was getting invaded by the battleship Missouri, he pressed forward and there was a flash of pain and then it was gone and suddenly he was inside me.

The sensations back there were absolutely blowing me away.  I felt stretched to the limit, full of cock.  He started out gently, pressing in so I thought my clit would pop, then pulling all the way out, then shoving it back inside.

“Are you all the way in?”

“Almost”

“Do it harder.”

He had found his rhythm now, and he was using my ass for his pleasure.  I knew he was all the way in when his chest was pressed against my back.  He offered me a finger to suckle on, and reached around the front, presumably to jerk me off while he fucked my ass.

I felt his puzzlement as his hand groped my crotch, feeling for something that wasn’t there and then finding something very different indeed.

He stopped mid-thrust.  “You’re a girl?”

“Just fuck me!” I begged.

He complied, fucking my upturned ass harder and harder as I showed him I could take it.  He buried a long crooked finger up my sopping wet pussy.

“I’m gonna come girl!  I’m gonna fucking come in your asshole!”

Oh yeah.  The things his cock was doing to my ass, his finger up my cunt, my clit rubbing against the palm of his hand, two months of deprivation, nothing but solo action with fingers and vibrator; I went off like a roman candle, shooting balls of flame from every orifice.  I came and I came and I came, swearing like an ironworker, spitting and shaking and cursing and writing, impaled on his dick.  I heard him come more than I felt it, a long, drawn-out growl/groan, and he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard as if he had just run a race.

He carefully extracted his wilting condom-covered cock from my now super-sensitive asshole.  We drunkenly, sloppily kissed a little bit more, and then staggered off to his bed, where we both slept naked, like spoons in a drawer.

When Bill’s alarm went off at 4:30, his hand was cupping my breast, which felt right and good.  He got up, naked in all his scarred and tattooed glory, and started the coffee, then came back to bed.

“Why didn’tcha tell me?  I’d a fucked your pussy.”

I stretched and groped him lewdly.  “I wanted you to fuck my ass.  Maybe later on you can fuck my pussy.”

I liked watching him get dressed.  He put on a pair of girls’ panties again, a red g-string.  He caught me staring and winked.

Coffee and a quick taxi ride to the ferry.  It was still dark out and a few bright stars braved the light polluted sky over the city.  We sat quietly near the bow, surrounded by other bleary-eyed construction workers just trying to get to work.

“Sometimes I wear a butt plug to work,” Bill told me quietly, “Whatdya think, kinky or perverted?”

“Depends,” I told him, “Do I get to pee in your mouth after you eat me out?”

“Definitely perverted, Kid” Wild Bill chuckled, “Most definitely.”

END

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The Bear

August 27, 2009 at 6:34 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged

Going for a hike all alone in the mountains of northern Montana sure sounded like a good idea at the time.  It was June, I was out of school for the summer, and ready for a break from The City, from work, from friends and bars and online dating; I was ready for some time away from civilization.  Plane tickets were cheap: baggage restrictions were a pain in my ass.

I wasn’t worried about hiking alone as a single woman: I know I can handle myself if I need to.  I was a little bit worried about hiking alone just in terms of hiking alone; there is plenty that can go wrong in the back country, where one bad step could lead to a sprained ankle miles and miles from help.  It was dangerous, but also exciting, and I was confident in my abilities and looking forward to the adventure.

It was hot for early June, hotter than I had expected, and I found myself sweating profusely.  I wore shorts and a tank top, and I slathered myself in sunscreen (though probably not enough sunscreen) and in insect repellant (ditto).

My pack felt heavier than I remembered, and the shoulder straps chafed, and I thought I might be getting a blister from my boots already.  I saw a ton of people on the trail in the beginning, and I was beginning to wonder if I was actually going to get any solitude at all.  But after the first few miles, the tourists and casual day-trippers began to thin out and disappear, and soon all that was left was the occasional hiker, in small groups or couples or solo like me.

I had lunch near a glacier-blue-green mountain lake, drinking luke-warm Gatorade and eating a cheese-and-salami sandwich.  It was one of the most delicious meals I had ever tasted!  A marmot watched longingly while I ate, and unable to resist his cuteness, I tossed him the crumbs when I was finished eating.

Not long after that, I forked away from the main trail, off into the real back country.  The trail wound steadily up, switch-backing up a mountain, and soon enough my legs were aching and my feet felt like they were made out of lead.  I was glad to reach the lean-to  near the top of the ridge, happy to find out that the shelter was unoccupied, and very ready to make dinner and settle in for the night.

Often I find I have trouble sleeping the first night of a hike: the excitement of the trail, the strange surroundings, the less-than-entirely comfortable bivouac; all these things conspire to keep me awake.  Not this time.  I had walked some 20 miles, mostly uphill and in the hot summer sun, with a heavy pack on.  I fell asleep right away, and I slept hard until dawn.

The next morning found me bleary-eyed, bug-bitten, and stiff and sore.  I had breakfast and hit the trail, resolving to drink more water and to try and stay hydrated.

It was really beautiful, perfect clear weather.  The hiking was easier, downhill and then more level as I followed the meandering path of a mountain stream.  I only saw three people the entire day: a granola-looking middle-aged lesbian couple who I stopped and chatted for a while with; and a lone hiker, a guy about my own age who had such a cute smile and such an appetizing bulge in his cut-off shorts that I really wished he would have stopped and talked for a while, but who didn’t.   Both parties were going the opposite direction from me, back toward the trailhead.

I pitched my tent that evening as the shadows were getting long, and cooked dinner over my little gas stove.  I drank a little of the wine that I had brought with me in a thermos and watched the stars come out.  They were glorious, bright and piercing and infinite.  The moon was just starting to rise, full and incredibly bright, shining bright enough to cast a shadow, hovering luminously above the jagged peaks.  On the opposite horizon, a storm was brewing, heavy clouds already starting to obscure the stars.

I dug through my backpack for my toy kit.  Dildo, lube, and butt-plug may not be on other people list of 10 backcountry essentials, but they’re definitely on mine!  I’m a big fan of vibrators and all, but vaginas (and anuses) were made to be penetrated, and penetration feels GOOD!  I rarely if ever masturbate to orgasm without something (or things) up inside me.

I stripped naked, savoring the cool mountain air on my bare skin, reveling in the sensation of being totally nude in the wild.  I touched my pussy, caressing between the lips.  I was already wet.  Mmm, nice.

It felt so raunchy to be naked in the outdoors.  I felt like a wild woman.  I swear, this was half the reason I liked hiking by myself so much: the nasty outdoors masturbation sessions.  I poured lube all over my little blue butt-toy and smeared it generously around.

I’ve been a butt-pervert for as long as I can remember.  As long as I’ve been masturbating, I’ve been putting things up my butt: fingers, toothbrushes, carrots, dildos, butt plugs, and of course, the occasional penis.  I love the sensation of being penetrated back there, the hyper-sensitivity, the feeling of being on the edge, the pleasurable feeling of fullness, the nastiness of it all.  I got down on all fours on my sleeping pad with my rump thrust up in the air and my tits hanging down swaying in the breeze, and imagining it was that cute hiker-boy from the afternoon, slipped the toy right up my tight ass.

I butt-fucked myself for a little while, just enjoying the sensation, feeling like a dirty little slut.  My cunt was super-wet and making squooshy slurpy hungry sounds and my clit was fat and swollen and just squeezing my thighs together was threatening to send me off.  Every time the fat part of the toy pushed past my anus, I got a jolt of pleasure.  I tortured myself, twisting and tugging on my nipples, making them long and red and sensitive.  I fantasized about what I must look like, alone in the moonlight, totally naked and exposed.  I fantasized about the cute hiker-boy stumbling onto my camp and catching me like this.

I couldn’t take it any more.  I stuck the butt-plug all the way up my ass- it would stay there, but I would have to concentrate to keep it from popping out, that was part of the thrill- and grabbed my dildo.

It looked just like a cock, an ideal, perfect-sized, always-hard cock, except that it was light purple, made of silicone, and had a tiny vibrator built into it.  I got it wet by swallowing it whole, indulging in a little porn-star fantasy, imagining that it was my cute hiker-boy whose cock I was sucking so thirstily.

I rubbed the shaft up and down my drooling cunt.  My clit was in heaven!  The buzz and the texture of the dildo felt amazing.  I parted my lips with two fingers and slipped the cock up inside.

Somewhere a coyote howled.  The air was thick with expectation.  The sensation of having both my ass and pussy full was incredible.  The buzzing of the little vibrator permeated the whole area down there.  I fucked my slurping pussy hard with the dildo, pounding myself with a vengeance.  It was pushing me right over the edge.  I was gasping and snarling like a wild beast.  My clit felt like an over-inflated balloon, ready to pop.  The butt-plug threatened to slip out, and I reached behind and pressed it back up my ass with one hand while continuing to fuck my pussy with the dildo.

I came, growling and moaning just as the first rumbles of thunder started. The orgasm shook through my whole body, leaving me shattered and weak.  I let the toys slip out, indulged in another little porn-star moment where I licked my own come off the dildo, and hurriedly cleaned up.  It was starting to rain: fat, warm droplets, slow and lazy at first, but threatening to turn into a major downpour.

By the time I had stashed my pack, secured my food, peed, and climbed into the tent, it was really raining.  The rain was spattering the sides of my tent and the wind gusted and buffeted the fabric walls.  I was nice and dry and comfortable though.  I nestled deeply into my sleeping bag, wearing nothing but a pair of panties and settled down to listen to the storm.

Thunder boomed and lightning flashed nearby.  It was a little bit scary, but mostly in a fun way.  I lay in the darkness and played lazily with my tender clit, just stroking and circling, occasionally detouring down to my pussy for lubrication or down to my asshole for a cheap thrill.  I was nowhere near orgasm, just enjoying petting myself and listening to the storm.

I heard a noise nearby, something that wasn’t part of the storm.  I froze, straining my ears.  Thunder crashed and the rain whipped my tent, threatening to collapse the fragile walls.  Something was moving around outside.  Something big.

I cowered inside my sleeping bag, paralytically still, hoping it would just go away.  Whatever it was.  It was snorting and snuffling around my campsite.  I felt sick to my stomach, reeling in fear-induced nausea.

Another flash of lightning, and I saw the silhouette of something impossibly big through the thin tent wall.  Right on top of the flash, a crash of thunder and the smell of ozone.  I realized I was weeping.  With one swipe of its paw, the bear ripped my tent aside, exposing me to the heart of the storm.  My sleeping bag was instantly soaked.

It was a grizzly.  I lay there in my wet sleeping bag, not knowing what to do, hoping it wouldn’t kill me.  It snorted and snuffled.  I felt its hot breath on my face.  It smelled terrible.

It nuzzled at my bag, as if I was a log with something interesting underneath.  I kept perfectly still.  Then it grunted, and with one sharp claw split open my sleeping bag like a pea pod.  I cowered beneath him, whimpering pathetically.  I felt wetness on my thighs and realized that I had pissed myself.

It was sniffing at me, almost like a grotesquely oversized dog.  Its fur reeked and its breath was terrible.  The bulk and power of this animal were simply awe-inspiring.  It was like a force of nature.  It stuck its wet nose between my thighs (which tickled incongruously) and I saw the red flesh dangling between its rear legs and suddenly I realized what the bear wanted.  I saw it open its mouth, exposing sharp teeth the size of my fingers or bigger, and with a delicacy that might have been endearing if it hadn’t been so fucking scary, the bear ripped my panties off.

He nosed my cunt, and snorted (maybe in satisfaction), and repositioned himself, rearing up onto his hind legs.  He probably stood seven or eight feet tall and his bulk sheltered me from the worst of the rain.  In a flash of lighting, I momentarily had a clear view of the thing hanging down between his haunches.  It was red, erect, tapered at the end, and impossibly big.  It looked kind of like the dildos they sell at scary gay sex shops: it was more like a garden sculpture than a cock.  I felt sorry for the she-bears but then figured they were probably designed to accommodate things like that.

He was directly over me.  I was nearly overwhelmed by his scent, a musky, earthy, wet wild animal scent.  My thighs parted instinctively, my pussy still traitorously oozing copious amounts of slippery joy juice.  I wondered whether I would be smothered, crushed, or torn apart first.

The bear lowered himself down on top of me.  He was shockingly gentle; he must have weighed at least a thousand pounds, but he kept his bulk from crushing me to death.  I was lost in his coarse wet fur.  I could barely breathe.  His body was hot, like a heavy blanket that I couldn’t get out from under.  I felt his huge cock probing between my legs and tried to relax.

He penetrated me and I screamed into his fur, muffled so I couldn’t even hear myself.  I was being torn apart, ripped in two.  I’m no size queen, but I do like a nice fat cock, and I’ve played with some big toys and even been fisted by a girlfriend once (she had small hands!), but this was way beyond.  It felt like my cunt was being destroyed, centimeter by centimeter.  It felt like I was being turned inside-out starting with the most sensitive bits of my body.  I couldn’t even move under his bulk.

His cock was inside me.  I could feel it.  I could feel every inch of it.  I could feel his heart beating.  I figured I must be lying in a pool of blood.  I figured my internal organs must be leaking out my pussy.  He lifted his weight off me, raising himself up onto all fours and I got to see myself, impaled on the bear’s raging cock.

He began thrusting, and with every thrust, a fresh jolt of agony.  I kept hoping I’d become numb to his assault, but every time he slid his cock further up inside me I seemed to reach a new pinnacle of pain.  My vagina was torn, my uterus bruised.  I was weeping, sobbing, begging senselessly for him to stop.  It was like begging a thunderstorm to stop.  And my treacherous clit, still swollen and excited from the playing before, was getting off on it.  The bear’s cock had totally distended my pussy, and I could feel every movement, every little texture in my clit.  I realized through the fog of my pain and terror, that I was about to come.

The bear was fucking me fast, panting his hot breath into my face.  The pain had become a solid wall, with no peaks or valleys.  I was moaning and crying nonsensically.  An orgasm, and another, washed over my body, temporarily transporting me.  The bear froze suddenly, growled out loud, a bone-chilling, otherworldly sound, and came.  I felt his cock explode inside of me.  My cunt was instantly overflowing with bear-come, and he kept pumping more and more into me.

With one huge paw, the size of my face, and claws that could have disemboweled me easier than I could open a Clif bar, he stroked my hair once in an oddly human gesture.  His reduced, but still quite substantial cock slid out of my ruined pussy.  He grunted once and shambled off into the darkness.

I discovered that the bleeding had been fairly minimal, my internal organs hadn’t (apparently) been damaged, and nothing seemed to be pierced or broken.  I was limp as an unstrung marionette, but I could crawl around.

I don’t know how I made it through the night.  Fortunately, the storm blew by pretty quickly.  My tent was simply gone, and my sleeping bag was worse than useless.  I wrapped myself up in the driest clothes I could find in my bag and cowered in the lee of a small tree until it was light enough to see.

There was supposed to be a forest service road a few miles to the south, and I made for it, figuring that was the quickest way out.  I was battered and bruised and mildly hypothermic and probably in shock, but I could walk.  My cunt ached with every step, but it would heal.  The things are amazingly resilient.  Somehow, I made it to the road, and a ranger happened along in a truck and gave me a ride to the parking lot.

He wanted to take me to the hospital, but I refused and there was nothing the forest service could do to force me to go.  I looked like I had just lost a prizefight. I had fleas. The ranger who gave me a ride back to my car wanted to know what had happened, but all I told him was ‘an accident in the woods.’ He let it go at that. It felt good to be alive. Three weeks later, I had finally washed away the fleas and the smell of bear. The cuts and bruises were healing, but I still hadn’t gotten my period. A trip to the drugstore, and a quick pee on a strip of paper confirmed it. I was pregnant.

END

(authors note: this story does not pretend to any kind of accuracy in the matter of grizzly bear’s anatomy or mating habits.  When in the back country, dispose of all food scraps and human waste properly, clean sex toys carefully, and keep food in a bear-proof container.  Leave no trace.)

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Shelter Island

August 15, 2009 at 6:54 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , ,

I felt like a star that had burned too brightly, exhausted its energy, doomed to collapse endlessly in on itself until nothing, not even light could escape.  I was a singularity, an event horizon, a black hole.

You already know the story.  Sandra and I met at a writing group I belonged to.  She only ever made it to a few meetings, but I was hooked right from the start.  She was a tiny, pixyish girl with shocking red hair and bright green mischievous eyes.  There was an amazing chemistry between us right from the start.  She obliquely asked me out the first night we met; we went out for drinks later that week and ended up spending the night at her apartment.  The sex was good, delicious, and pretty much nonstop.  We became inseparable.  I moved in with her.  And then slowly, almost imperceptibly, things started to suck.

Enough became enough.  In the end it was mutual.  We had the obligatory fights and make-ups, tears were shed and promises made and broken and all that was over now.  I had moved the last of my stuff out last Friday; I was staying on a friend’s sofa until the first of the month when I could move into my own apartment.

Start to finish: slightly less than twelve months.

And now, just a day less than one week since we had said our final goodbyes, I was meeting her for a drink.  To talk things over, to start becoming the friends we had always said we would be if it came to this; to wallow in what had once been love and what might have been two lives joined together into one.  To cry into my beer and then to go home and depressingly masturbate myself to sleep.

It was barely eleven o’clock in the morning on a sunny Thursday in June.  Being chronically underemployed has its advantages.  I knew Sandra had called in sick to work.  We met at a bar she had suggested out in Williamsburg called Shelter Island.  I’d never been there before.  It was dark inside, with some sort of nautical theme going on, kind of a faux-working class aesthetic.  It seemed young and hip; too young and too hip for me.  ‘Please God,’ I thought, ‘Please don’t let her be introducing her new girlfriend to me.’

Sandra was there, looking sprightly in a little black skirt and a top I hadn’t seen before; shiny black stretchy fabric emblazoned with the mock-scowling visage of a samurai.  Her almost comically tiny Doc Martins and a precious little black choker completed the ensemble.  I felt gawkish and underdressed in my jeans and plain blue v-neck t-shirt.  What had she ever seen in me anyway?

She gave me her patented big sweet smile and ran over to hug me close.  My breasts pressed up against her smaller ones, triggering a thousand unwanted memories.  I hugged her back, luxuriating in her smell, the sense of her closeness.

The place was nearly empty.  There was a group of construction workers sitting at a table near the bar, enjoying an early liquid lunch: Budweiser out of the can.  A few hours later they would have been utterly out of place; this wasn’t the kind of establishment where working Joes came to sip $12 martinis.  As it was, I found their presence somehow humanizing.  A poet, or an aspiring rockstar-type sat at the far end of the bar, writing furiously in a well worn spiral bound notebook.  Well, he sure had the look down: high pale cheekbones, shaggy tousled blonde hair, torn jeans and long unruly limbs.  He was wearing an oversized SpongeBob Squarepants t-shirt, and was sitting on his black biker’s jacket. I wondered idly if what he was writing was any good.

Sandra and I sat down at the bar.  The bartender took our order.  She was not a small woman; the fact that she was wearing a horned Viking cap straight out of Hagar the Horrible and that she had her (bleached) blonde hair twisted in two thick braids down past her shoulders did nothing to make her seem any less physically imposing.  I meekly ordered a beer.  Sandra went straight for the hard stuff.

Our conversation was remarkably civil and low key.  We danced carefully around the painful bits, sticking to safe topics like the weather and tv and gossip about mutual friends.  Damn, she was cute!  What a pity she could be such a God Awful Raging Cunt when the mood was upon her.

Sandra ordered another shot of whiskey.  I was still only halfway through my beer.  I wasn’t used to drinking this early.  She was starting to slur her words a little.  She casually rested her hand on my right knee.  I thought I might melt.  Dammit! That fucking bitch was making me horny!

The construction workers got up and loudly vacated their table, tromping back up into the world of light.  The Viking goddess bartender was at the far end of the bar, talking to the mangy poet kid.

“You fucking little slut,” Sandra whispered to me, startling me out of my little reverie, “You are so fucking sexy.”

Unsteadily, she leaned over, kissing me on the lips.  Her kiss was fierce, aggressive.  She bit down on my lip, hard, making me wince, almost hard enough to draw blood.  Interesting.  Very interesting.

She broke off the kiss and squeezed my knee, hard, urgently.  Hey, I thought we were broken up?

Sandra kissed me again, hard.  Then she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled, forcing my head back.  Her free hand unerringly found my nipple, all poikey hard through my bra.  She pinched it mercilessly, pulling and twisting till the tears came to my eyes.  Fuck me!  Why hadn’t we ever played this way when we were together?

I could feel the heat of her crotch through my jeans when she finally released me.

“You fucking horny little tramp,” Sandra hissed at me, her voice dripping with playful-serious malice.  Swish- smack!  She slapped me hard across the face.  I tasted blood in my mouth.  I would have a fat lip for sure.  “I’d like to fuck you right here, right on this bar.  You want that don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered meekly.  I did.  I really did.

She pulled out a little red-handled pair of safety scissors, the kind they give you to do crafts with in grade school.  Oh My!  I had a pretty good idea what her next move was going to be…  When we were together our sex life hadn’t been particularly kinky.  I’d never really felt comfortable suggesting any of the really nasty stuff.  I guess I’d been afraid of what she might think of me.  So why was she starting this now?

Snip snip snip- she cut jaggedly straight up the middle of my nice blue t-shirt.  I didn’t move.  I was tingling- yes that’s the word dammit, my whole body was tingling with excitement.  Snick snick- my bra suffered the same fate as my shirt.  Damn, those things aren’t cheap either.  My tits hung out for everyone who happened to be in the bar to see.  I may not be stacked, but I’m not small either.  I looked down the bar.  Both the bartender and the poet kid were gaping unabashedly.  Blushing, I looked down at my chest.  My nipples were red and erect.  I became aware that I was hugely, grotesquely physically excited.  My pussy was already soaking, and my clit throbbed in time with the Green Day cd on the jukebox.

Sandra slipped the scissors back into her purse and stood up, placing her hands firmly on my hips.  Obediently, I got up off my stool and scooted my ass up onto the bar.  I knocked over my beer with a clunk.  I ignored the cold sticky liquid pooling all over the bar and soaking through the seat of my jeans.  My eyes were locked on Sandra.  It suddenly seemed very quite in there, despite the thumping music.

She went at my tits again, pinching and twisting them without mercy until I cried out loud in pain.  When I looked down my nipples were long and hard and red, more erect than I’d ever remembered seeing them before.  I noticed that the front door, which had been open to the blinding spring sunshine outside was now closed.  Some distant part of my mind hoped that now wasn’t the time they got their lunch rush.

I felt strong hands pinning my arms behind my back, and Sandra started tugging my jeans off while the big Valkyrie bartender chick kept me from sliding off the beer-soaked bar. Once past my hips, my pants came off easily and landed in a crumpled wet heap on the filthy floor.  I felt incredibly vulnerable at that instant.  Things were way, way out of control.  I felt dizzy, as if I weren’t inhabiting my own body, as if I were watching this whacked-out scene unfold from a safe distance. I looked at Sandra.  She had a wicked little smile on her face.  It didn’t exactly melt my heart, but it was definitely melting certain other parts of my anatomy.  She looked so fucking sexy standing in front of me, hands on her hips, short skirt riding up, her flame red hair wild and messy.  She licked her lips, slowly and deliberately.  My panties were soaking wet, and I was pretty sure it wasn’t just the spilled beer.  No ma’am.

“I am going to fuck you cross-eyed,” Sandra whispered to me.  I just nodded dumbly. Sandra pulled out the grade-school scissors again.  I shook my head ‘No’.  These were my favorite pair of panties, black with lacy fringe and a tiny red heart embroidered right over the clit. I’d been wearing those panties the night of our first date, the night Sandra took me back to her apartment the first time.  Sandra understood.  She put away the scissors and I lifted up my ass, letting her pull the damp-bottomed black undies down past my ankles, leaving me completely naked and utterly exposed sitting up on the bar, my bare ass squooshing in a pool of spilled beer.

Sandra took a seat on the barstool in front of me, like a demented gynecologist, pushing my legs apart until they were spread wider than I would have thought possible.  Oh My God, I wanted her.  All that time we’d been together and we’d never had sex this hot.  Ever.  She stuck out her tongue and carefully licked the length of my vulva, from my ass cheeks all the way up to my clitoris.  I was so hot at this point, so turned on.  Her tongue felt amazing on me.  I didn’t know if I was going to explode all over her face, or just melt right then and there.  I closed my eyes and let my body fall lengthwise onto the bar while Sandra kept licking me, softer and harder, slower and faster, driving me crazy but never quite letting me orgasm.

When she stopped licking, I opened up my eyes.  My clit was throbbing.  I literally ached with lust.  It felt like my pussy was my whole body, swollen and wet and slippery and teetering right on the edge of a massive come.  It was pornographic, incredibly erotic.  I looked around.  The bartender, the Viking warrior chick was standing behind the bar, stroking my hair.

Sandra slipped a finger up inside me. I was so ready to be fucked.  I knew I was ridiculously wet down there.  I’m one of those girls who gets moist just from hearing the word ‘s-e-x’; I’ve soaked right through a pair of jeans before.  At this point I must have been as wet as the freaking Amazon River.  I spread my legs even wider yet, and got a finger going on my clit.  Sandra slapped the back of my hand and firmly moved my finger away: there was to be no self-stimulation.  I pulled back my clit hood.  My clitoris was swollen, straining out toward Sandra.  She gave it a playful little lick and went back to concentrating on fucking my pussy.  She slid another finger, then another up inside me, fucking me harder, rubbing my g-spot.

Sandra got three fingers up inside my (incredibly squishy, juicy!) pussy.  It was great, just like getting fucked with a nice thick cock that was hitting me in just the right places.  She grinned (or sneered) at me and added another finger.  I was stretched tight.  I knew what she was up to now.  This wasn’t a place we had ever gone in our lovemaking before, not even close.  I wasn’t scared.  No, that’s not true; I was really fucking scared, I had never been fisted before, but I trusted her completely.  And besides, it felt so fucking good.

Viking Chick distracted me at this point, lifting one knee up onto the bar next to my head and hiking up her leather (yes, leather!) miniskirt. She was wearing yellow panties with red skulls-and-crossbones printed on them.  Stray hairs spilled out the sides, and the crotch bulged with the fat lips of her sex.  I could make out the crease of her labia through the yellow fabric, and there, right in the middle was a dark wet stain.  I could feel her heat, smell her arousal.

Valkyrie pulled her fashionable pirate panties to one side, exposing a very hairy brown muff.  She was just within reach; if I strained I could get my tongue on her.  She was already very wet.  Sticky strands of girl come clung to the hairs.  She smelled strongly of sweat, stale urine, and of excited woman.  I stuck out my tongue, and craning my neck, managed to trace the length of her slit.  She tasted strong, salty and earthy.  I could see her clit peeking out, like a big pink snow pea.

I kept getting distracted by the action going on down between my own legs.  Sandra was fucking my pussy with four fingers, and it was driving me insane.  I felt full up, stretched to the limit.  I knew she wanted to put her whole hand inside me, and I wasn’t sure I could take it; I thought my poor pussy might rip in two.  But I was sure enjoying being right on the edge.  Meanwhile, I couldn’t keep my tongue on Viking Chick’s clit.  It was a long reach, and I had to crane my neck, and I kept forgetting to lick.  It must have been frustrating; she climbed up onto the bar and squatted so that she could watch and masturbate and I could tongue her crinkled brown asshole whenever I remembered to.

Sandra adjusted her stance, easing up on my pussy for a second.  I pulled my tongue out of Valkyrie’s butt and glanced around.  The guy in the SpongeBob t-shirt was standing a little way off, arms crossed, apparently utterly enthralled.  I could see his erection through his thin, ragged jeans from ten feet away.  I totally felt like a porn star, and the really scary thing was that I liked it.  I really liked it.  I placed my feet on the top of the bar and lifted my ass up in the air.  The bartender chick’s big tits were hanging out and her fingers were a blur on her clit, making sexy little squishing noises as she wanked.  Sandra winked briefly at me and blew me a little kiss.  “I really want your hand up my cunt.” I said meekly, “Please.”

That seemed to push the bartender over the edge.  She back up into me, mashing her ass and her soaking wet pussy into my face.  I slurped blindly, as vigorously as I could while she frenetically worked her clit.  Her taste was strong, earthy, metallic; it might even have been unpleasant if I hadn’t been so damn turned on.  I couldn’t even breathe.  Fortunately it didn’t take her long.  In a couple seconds she was moaning and shaking, grinding herself all over my face.

When she climbed off me, my face was covered in her sticky juices.  Our eyes met, and she winked at me, then kissed my come-slick cheek.  God, it was so sexy!

I felt a new pressure down at my pussy.  I looked down and sure enough, Sandra had all five fingers pressed together like the bill of a duck, and was trying to work them inside me.  There was a little bottle of lube sitting on the bar- I was sure it had come out of Sandra’s purse, and I could see the clear slippery wetness glistening on her fingers in the low light of the bar. She was pressing harder into me.  I wasn’t sure it would fit, but Oh God!, I wanted it.

I’m not sure how long we were like that, just me and her.  The Valkyrie bartender had left my field of vision.  SpongeBob still stood a little way away, just watching.

It could have been tens of hours or tens of minutes, but little by little, I felt my body opening up under her cruel, patient, insistent pressure.  I wanted to come so fucking badly!, I wanted to come all over her fist.

There was a sudden flash of pain that was shockingly intense.  I really thought I had been split right up the middle.  I made some kind of animal noise, half groan, half scream.  And then I looked down and Sandra’s fist was buried in my pussy, all the way up to the wrist.

There was something very much like a smug little grin on Sandra’s face.  “You look really sexy like that Babe” she said.  I saw that her skin was flushed; her lovely chiseled collar bones just above the samurai blouse had a familiar speckled rash on them that told me she was just about as turned on as I was.

She started to move her hand inside me.  Gently, subtly.  Like quantum events bumping against the root of my clit.  I can’t adequately describe the sensations that her fist was causing me; it was incredibly intense.

I had been right on the edge for quite a while, and the sensation of what she was doing pushed me right over.  Her hand in my distended pussy, bumping into my cervix, grinding against my g-spot, absolutely  drove me wild.  Just as I was starting to come, she leaned over, and really started fucking me with her fist.  She kissed my mouth and bit my lower lip and pulled.  I came harder than I’ve ever come before.  It seemed to go on and on, rolling over me like surf, tumbling me helpless over and over.  I think I may have peed.  Finally, as the shaking stopped, Sandra withdrew her hand from me.  Getting it out was a little scary, but it ended up not hurting at all; there was just a sense of pressure and it slipped out.  Her hand was totally covered in my come.  My pussy felt sore and used-up and empty without her hand inside.

Sandra wiped her hand off on my ruined t-shirt.  She kissed me lightly on the cheek.  “I’ll miss you Kiddo,” she said. “Take good care of yourself” Then she was off, through the door and out into the bright sunlit street.

The Valkyrie chick was down at the far end of the bar, cleaning glasses as if nothing had happened.  I wiped myself off as best I could with the remains of my t-shirt.  Feeling like I was moving through a waking dream, I retrieved my jeans from where they had landed in a heap on the floor.  The seat was still wet and chafed on my naked ass.  I never did locate my panties, I’m pretty sure Sandra stuck them in her purse.  I didn’t know what to do about covering my top half; my bra and t-shirt were both slit down the middle and soaked in girl-come and beer.  The bartender-chick was making a point of studiously ignoring me.

Someone tapped on my shoulder.  It was the poet/rockstar kid.  He was bare-chested, holding out his SpongeBob t-shirt for me.  “Here,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said gratefully donning the oversized white tee. “But what about you?”

“Oh, I’ll just wear my jacket and zip up.  Can I walk you to the train?”

“Sure,” I said. “Why not?”  I was feeling more than a little shaky on my feet.  I wasn’t at all sure I trusted myself to not pass out on the way to the subway.

“I saw what you did,” he said as he gathered up his notebooks.  “That was pretty wild.  You’re really brave, to act out a fantasy like that.  I admire that.”

“I don’t know about brave,” I said.  We walked out the door and up the steps where I was momentarily blinded by the bright spring sun. “It was wild though.  That was the most intense thing I’ve ever done.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Intense is definitely the word.”

We reached the subway entrance.  My head was starting to clear.  I no longer felt like a collapsed star.  I needed a shower, badly, and a good stiff drink.  Or three.  My eyes strayed to the promising looking lump that still bulged in the front of SpongeBob’s jeans.  At least he had enjoyed the show.  I was glad of that.  When was the last time I had fooled around with a boy?  Too long.

“Hey,” he said. “Can I have your phone number?”

What the hell, why not?  On any other day, I probably would have politely declined.  Instead, I took his ballpoint pen and wrote my cell number down on one of his spiral bound pages with my name and an email address.  Then we parted ways, and I descended the dark stairway into the subway system and home to my friend’s apartment, a hot shower and a change of clothes.  It would be good to have my own place again, my very own bed.

I had never even caught his name.  I hoped that he would call soon.

END

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August 8, 2009 at 1:02 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , ,

It was raining in the city, and the subway was crowded and slow, and I was nearly late for my first appointment.  I’d been warned that I should be there fifteen minutes early the first time; I walked into the office right at the stroke of eight, thoroughly disheveled and dripping wet.

The receptionist was a dowdy-looking middle-aged Jewish lady with a thick Brooklyn accent and bifocals.  She had a long series of forms for me to fill out: past medical history, billing information, consent and release papers, etc. This was all mildly annoying because I’d already filled out most of them online already.  When I was done, I handed the clipboard back to the frizzy-haired receptionist, who went over my paperwork with a red pen, checking boxes off.

“Marks or no?”

“I’m sorry?” I said.

Receptionist pushed back her glasses and looked up at me.  “Can we leave marks and bruises on your skin, or would you prefer there be none?”

“Oh…” I looked guiltily down at the ring on the fourth finger of my left hand.  “Marks and bruises are fine… as long they’re under my regular clothes.”

“Of course.”  Receptionist stifled a yawn, took my credit card, ran it through the machine, and gave it back to me.  She reminded me of the grandmother I’d never met, and I felt vaguely self conscious knowing that she’d just read through the intensely personal questionnaire I’d just filled out.  (Date of last menstruation? Anal penetration y/n? Any phobias; piercings, allergies? Aversion to urine or other bodily fluids?) “You can go in now.  First door on the right.  The doctor will see you shortly.”

I swallowed hard and headed for the corridor behind the receptionist’s desk.

“Take your coat!” Delia (I only learned her name later) called after me, “Our clients leave through a separate exit.”  She pronounced every syllable of ‘separate’ distinctly.  “Enjoy your visit Honey.”

Heart fluttering like a butterfly, I scooped up my wet rain jacket and bustled past Delia’s desk into the beige-carpeted hallway.  Going through the first door on the right, I found myself alone in a small, nearly bare room that smelled faintly of bleach.  The floor was hard and cold, tiny white tiles, and there was a drain near the center of the room.  There was a d-ring on a steel plate bolted into the floor.  The only furniture was a black folding chair, a medical-looking cabinet, and a coat rack.  I sat down on the chair with my jacket wadded up in my lap, and waited.

After what seemed like a long time, but was probably only five minutes, the door opened and an efficient young black woman in a lab coat came in.  She introduced herself as Elka and asked me to disrobe.  She was about my age, slender and attractive, and spoke with a faint accent that I couldn’t place.  Egyptian?  Peruvian?

Feeling her eyes on me, I stood up and started undressing.  I stepped out of my shoes, pulled off my blouse and skirt.  I looked over at her and she nodded.  I unsnapped my bra, and stepped out of my panties.

“Very good.” Elka said nodding, and I took it as a compliment and flushed.  The air in the room was cold.  “You may hang up your clothing or fold them on the chair.”  I did so.  “Now I have to get you ready.  You will kneel please?”

I got down on my knees.  The tile was cold and hard on my flesh.  Elka opened the cabinet and pulled a few items out.  “I have to secure you, yes?”  She fastened my wrists behind my back with velcro restraints.  She placed a studded leather dog collar around my throat.  Then she took out a heavy chain with snaphooks on both ends.  She fastened one end to the d-ring in the floor, the other to the collar around my neck.  It was just long enough to allow me to kneel upright.

“Comfortable?” she asked.  I nodded.  “The doctor will see you shortly.”  She smiled, a big friendly smile full of perfect white teeth, and she left the room, closing the door behind herself.

I waited another eternity.  My skin was goose-bumpy and I kind of had to pee, and my knees ached on the hard tile.  Finally the door opened again and the doctor entered the room.  He wasn’t what I had expected at all: he was a cherubic little man in a tweed suit, maybe fifty or so, plump and balding with rosy cheeks and delicate round eyeglasses and a perpetually amused smile on his face.

“So what brings you in to see us today?” he asked as he put on a pair of latex gloves.  He had the faint New Yawk accent of an educated native.

“It’s complicated…”

“Of course it is.”  He snapped the latex gloves around his wrists and started rummaging through the cabinet behind me, just out of my sight.  “It’s always complicated.  Hopefully you will find what we do here interesting and you will want to come back.  Then we can get to know each other a little better and start to understand your reasons for coming here in the first place.  What do you say we start with an enema?”

Naked, collared, and chained to the floor, I was in no position to argue.  And anyway, arguing would have been contrary to the purpose of my visit.  Nonetheless, I had never had an enema before, and I felt a rush of self-consciousness and nervous excitement.

The doctor lubed up my anus with his latex-covered fingers.  I felt myself blushing all over.  I had never felt so naked before, so vulnerable and exposed.

He shortened my chain so I was bent over with my face pressed against the tile floor and slipped the rubber nozzle into my asshole.  I realized that I had become intensely physically excited: my clit was swollen and tender and my pussy felt juicy and the sensation of the enema nozzle in my butt only exacerbated my condition.

The black girl, Elka, knocked once and entered the room pushing a rolling stand from which hung and improbably large bag of clear fluid.  The doctor connected a hose, turned a valve, and said “I’ll be back in a moment.”

The two left brusquely, leaving me alone, kneeling with a chain clipped to the collar ‘round my neck and my cheek resting on the cold tile of the floor.  I immediately felt the warm, soapy water start to invade my body.

At first the sensation was relaxing, even pleasurable.  I was still excited from being so exposed in front of the doctor, and I discovered that by squeezing my thighs together, I could stimulate my horny clit.  Not enough to get myself off or anything, but it felt nice.

Then I started to get worried.  I was feeling bloated, full beyond full.  I didn’t think I could take much more, and I really didn’t want to have an accident.  The pressure increased, and I started to cramp up.  I glanced behind me.  The bag of water was only half empty.  I gritted my teeth and clenched my fingers and my toes.  I moaned out loud.  Nothing I did seemed to help at all. I felt stretched to the bursting point, humiliated and uncomfortable and incredibly aroused.

Half an eternity later, Elka bustled back into the room.  She checked her watch, noted that the enema bag was empty, nodded, closed the valve and detached the hose.  Leaving me writhing in misery, she rolled the stand out of the room and shut the door after herself.

Another half an eternity went by.  Tears were rolling down my cheeks, and my gut felt like it was going to explode.  I was just about to blow the nozzle out my ass, squirt dirty brown water all over the doctor’s office and suffer the consequences which, I was sure, would be dire as well as humiliating.

In the middle of a long, deep-throated moan, Elka came back.  She was bearing a metal bucket like the kind a farmer might milk a cow into.  She smiled at me, showing off two rows of perfect white teeth.

She unclipped the chain around my neck.  “You will squat, please.”  She indicated the bucket that she had set on the floor.

I obediently squatted over the empty bucket.  My breasts felt huge and heavy on my chest.  Elka put her rubber gloves on and pulled the nozzle out of my asshole.  The sensation made me yelp.

Now that it came down to it, I had a hard time letting go with Elka standing so close to me, watching intently with arms crossed.  A wave of shyness and embarrassment swept over me.  I looked up at her, begging silently for a show of mercy.  She just observed dispassionately.

Finally the inevitable happened.  Exhausted sphincter muscles won out over social conditioning.  With a horribly loud sound, my body let go and shot gallon after gallon of warm, wet, messy brown water into the bucket.  It seemed to go on forever and ever, and it was the most intense sensation I think I have ever experienced.  At last it was all done, and I realized I was weeping.

Elka wiped me clean with a towelette, and disposed of her gloves.  She led me back to my kneeling position in center of the room, and clipped me back into my chain.  “You are a very pretty girl” she said.  She glanced furtively at the door, and untied the waistband of her white scrub pants.  She pulled them down around her thighs.  She was wearing electric blue panties.  She pulled aside the fabric of her panties and I caught a tantalizing glimpse of her snatch, black and pink and shaved bare.  She ran a finger up and down her slit, and offered it up to me.  It was covered in her slick wetness.  I took it eagerly into my mouth and sucked it clean.

I hadn’t tasted another girl since I had been in college.  Elka tasted amazing and I instantly wanted more: salty, slick, clean, feminine.  She pulled her pants back up, straightened her shirt, flashed me a toothy smile, picked up the bucket, and left me alone.

I realized that the wetness on my thighs had leaked directly out of my pussy.  My clit felt like it was the size of a ripe plum.  Scrunching my thighs together made squishing sounds and felt good, but ultimately only served to make me more frustrated.  My arms, cuffed behind my back, were starting to get the pins-and-needles.

The doctor came back in the room, followed closely by Elka.  She uncuffed my hands, and allowed me to shake my hands out before posing me on all fours like a dog.  Meanwhile the doctor was fiddling with some equipment.

I had to physically resist the urge to bring my hand up between my legs, to pet my aching sex, to rub my cunt against the doctor’s pant-covered leg like a dog in heat.

“You’re doing an excellent job,” the doctor told me as if he could read my mind, “It will only be a few more minutes.”

He affixed two clamps with small weights dangling from them to my erect nipples.  The pain was sharp at first and I wasn’t at all sure I could take it, but then it settled down into a dull ache that harmonized nicely with the ache in my clit.

“Ok,” he said, “Shall we get down to business?”  He slapped me hard across the backside with a suddenness and ferocity that made me cry out.

Just as I was starting to be really aware of the pain from the first blow, he slapped me again, just as hard, on the other ass cheek.  Elka looked on smiling as he beat me.  Pain and heat washed over my body as he spanked me without mercy.  I wept piteously, begging incoherently for him to stop, but he paid me no mind.  I don’t know how long he spanked me, but the next day I had bruises and stinging red welts all over my butt to remind me of the visit and to savor during the week.  Later I would masturbate while tracing the imprint of his fingers on my ass.

Finally it was done, and I was left a sobbing, sticky mess, my ass on fire.

In the meanwhile, Elka had taken a dildo from the cabinet.  It was black and realistically molded, way bigger than any toy I had at home.  She poured clear lube all over it.  “Like this?” she asked, “I hope you do because it is going straight up your ass.”

She pressed the lubed-up silicone cock against my asshole and I gasped.  The pressure of the huge dildo invading made me whimper, but to my surprise it wasn’t at all painful, it didn’t split me open or tear me apart; and after the initial shock of entry, the sensation felt amazingly, surprisingly good.  I felt myself humping back against the invading toy.

“That’s a good girl.” Elka’s hand felt soft on the small of my back as she slid her big black dick in and out of my hungry ass.

Meanwhile, the doctor had stepped out of his charcoal-colored slacks and was pulling off his white briefs.  His erect dick was on the shorter side, but exceedingly thick, with a bulbous scarlet head that was oozing clear precome.  He tore the wrapper off a latex condom and rolled it carefully down his shaft.

Elka shoved the dildo up my butt extra-vigorously, and I groaned involuntarily.  The doctor slapped me across the face, hard, first one cheek then the other.  It stung.  The clamps on my dangling tits swung and ached deliciously.

The doctor grabbed a fistful of my hair and jammed my face down on his cock.  I sucked him eagerly through the condom as he fucked my mouth.  I couldn’t really breathe, but I didn’t really care.  He was grunting and moaning as he slammed his engorged cock in and out of my mouth, and I could tell he was about to come.  Suddenly his body went rigid, and he pulled me hard into him so that my nose was buried in his prickly black pubic hair and his balls were pressed against my chin.  I sucked with everything I had, swirling my tongue all over the latex material covering his shaft.He growled, a long, drawn-out guttural animal noise, and shot off, filling the condom with his semen.  As his cock twitched spastically in my mouth, Elka took one long slippery wet finger, reached down between my thighs and oh-so-gently stroked my aching clitoris.

I came harder and longer and louder than I had ever come before.

I stood up on my knees and masturbated while the doctor disposed of the used condom and pulled his pants back on.  While I fingered my clit and dripping pussy, Elka hugged me from behind, alternately fondling my breasts and tugging fiercely on the nipple clamps until I came again, shaking and moaning.

Elka gently removed the dildo from my poor abused backside, and took off the nipple clamps and the collar around my neck, and led me to a small room with a shower stall where I cleaned up and changed back into my street clothes.

I was lost in a hazy cloud of endorphins as Elka led me down to hall to the reception area (a separate area from the waiting room, with its own exit to the street).  The doctor met me there.

“I think we made a good deal of progress this time.” I nodded enthusiastically.  My ass throbbed where it had been beaten and invaded, and my clit was still swollen and tender.  “Is next week at this time going to be good for you?”

Again I nodded, and he wrote down the date and time on a business card which I accepted with trembling hands.  “I think we are going to enjoy working together” he said, smiling amusedly but warmly.

I took the elevator down to the street, where it was still raining hard.  I was going to be late for work.  I headed uptown toward my office, ass cheeks still stinging in my panties, nipples sore and swollen in my bra, uptown through the rain toward real life and home and work and husband and dinner and bills and chores.  I was already counting the days until next weeks’ appointment.

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Rape Fantasy

June 29, 2009 at 6:04 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , ,

One Friday night, as we cuddled together and basked in the afterglow of a bout of some truly delicious but utterly vanilla sex, my boyfriend Saleem asked me a question that made me raise my eyebrows:

“Jen, have you ever had a rape fantasy?”

I was totally in love with Saleem that year; if I could have been anyone in the world at the time, I would have been him.  He was beautiful, smart and funny, generous, kind, intelligent and loving.  We had been together a year, and had shared an apartment in Williamsburg for the past six months.  He was great, a real keeper.  The only problem, as far as I was concerned, was that he was a little… tame in bed.

There was nothing wrong with his sex drive, far from it.  And vanilla is a nice flavor too.  But whenever I suggested anything even remotely kinky, the answer was always the same:

Bondage play, golden showers?  “Hmm, sounds interesting.”

Threesomes, spanking?  “That could be fun.”

Anal sex, exhibitionism?  “Could be interesting.”

Role playing, dildos?  Well you get the picture.  He was always positive but noncommittal, and it never happened. Saleem’s idea of kinky was going down on me with the lights on.  And he was pretty freaking good at that, I have to say.

So that is why I was surprised when Saleem asked me about rape fantasy.  He had never talked about his sexual fantasies before, and I was pleased to hear him opening up.

“Yeah” I said, giving him a squeeze “I bet most people have.”

“Would you ever… you know… want to act it out?”  Saleem got embarrassed easily talking about sex.  This was by far the most he had ever shared with me about his own fantasies.

“Sure” I said “That would be a blast.”  Play rape wasn’t really very high on my personal list of fantasies, but I had told Saleem many times that I was up for anything.  And hey, it might just be fun.

“Could be interesting” Saleem said.  I could tell he was turned on again.  He crawled on top of me, and we sixty-nined until his talented tongue had given me a couple yummy orgasms, and his big beautiful cock had spurted a fresh load of come into my hungry mouth.

The next day was Saturday, and we rode our bikes to the park and had a picnic and played Frisbee with friends.  Then we rented a movie, drank beer, and crashed out.

I woke up early on Sunday morning, and ran upstairs to have a little chat with our neighbor Audrey.

Audrey didn’t look like a dyke; at least I didn’t think so.  She had big eyes and ears that stuck out and seemed almost pointed at the ends.  She actually looked more than a little like a Tolkien elf.  She was waif-thin, with almost non-existent hips and butt, and a nearly flat chest.  She had fine features, a pleasant laugh, and hair down to the middle of her shoulder blades that varied wildly in color from day to day.  It could be anywhere from magenta to electric blue.  Today it was bleach blonde.  She had a tiny nose stud, but aside from that and the hair, she dressed fairly conservatively.  She wore more makeup than I ever did.  She worked in some dot-com where she pulled long hours and made money by the wheelbarrow full.

Audrey and I had slept together once, when Saleem and I had first moved in to the building.  It had been a lapse of judgment on my part, but even though I felt really guilty about it, I couldn’t quite bring myself to regret the incident.  Audrey might be a skinny little thing, but I swear her tongue was about three feet long and she could do push-up with it.  Holy shit, the things she had done with that tongue…!

The three of us had become friends, and we hung out fairly often.  Sometimes Audrey would hit on me, but not too hard.  I had hinted broadly to Saleem that I was attracted to her and wouldn’t mind watching him fuck her, but the only response I got was “Hmmm. Could be fun.”

When Saleem woke up, we had a hot cup of coffee ready for him.  His hands were cuffed and tied securely to the headboard, and his feet were velcroed to a spreader bar; these were items that had come down with us from Audrey’s apartment.  We had thought about gagging him, but had decided against it.  For now.

“What the hell is going on?” he spat as he struggled into consciousness.  Saleem has never been much of a morning person. “Jen, untie me, let me go!”

“Do you want the coffee or not?” I asked coldly “Bitch”

“Yes” he said, as Audrey brought the mug to his lips.  He drank deeply “Please tell me what is going on?”

“Fuck you” Audrey said, putting the cup down on the side table and slapping him across the face.  I winced, that was hard. “You’re ours now Cunt.  Our property.”

“What?” Saleem looked over at me.

“Shut the fuck up Bitch” I told him sternly “And things will go easier for you.”

“I’ve got to pee” he complained.

“So what’s stopping you?” asked Audrey, picking up an empty pint glass from the dresser.

When it became clear that we weren’t going to untie him or let him up to use the bathroom, Saleem realized that he would have to pee in the cup or humiliate himself by pissing all over himself and the bed.  Audrey held his limp penis, and he tried to go, but he couldn’t release.  It was cute watching him struggle to relieve his swollen bladder.  I probably didn’t help matters much by pressing on his stomach.  Finally, nature took over, and Saleem let go with a yellow flood that seemed to go on forever.  We laughed at him as Audrey directed the stream into the glass.  I was a little worried that it would be more than the pint glass could hold, but it wasn’t.

We left him there to stew for a little while, while we flushed his urine, and smoked a joint in the living room.  I was having a lot of fun, and seeing my boyfriend naked and helpless on the bed was more of a turn-on then I ever would have thought.

When we came back, pleasantly stoned, he again begged us to let him go.  It was kind of cute, but it got annoying.  Audrey had to gag him with a pair of my dirty panties just to shut him up.  Saleem struggled and glared, but he wasn’t going anywhere.

Audrey and me started making out on the foot of the bed.  At first it was mostly just to tease him, but we got really into it.  Pretty soon I had all but forgotten about Saleem and his predicament there on the bed with us.  Audrey is a really good kisser, but I had forgotten just how good she is.   I got lost in her lips and her tender touch.  Clothes went flying, and before long, we were down to panties.  Audrey was all over my tits, which she seemed to enjoy immensely.  I was playing with her nipples, which were smallish, brown, hard as rocks, and pierced with thick gold rings.  She moaned as I tugged hard on her rings, distending her titties as she sucked on my own sensitive nipples.  My clit was humming, and my panties were drenched.

I looked over and realized that Saleem had grown an erection while Audrey and I had been playing.  I pointed this out to her.

“You fucking little slut” Audrey snarled “You got turned on watching me with your girlfriend, didn’t you?” Saleem nodded.  She slapped his dick hard, which only seemed to make him harder “You’re lucky we don’t cut your balls off, you know that?”

Turning to me, she said “I think it’s time he got a taste of pussy, don’t you?”

I agreed, though I would happily have been the one tied up between Audrey’s thighs at that moment.  She pulled off her high-cut bikini underwear, revealing just how naked she was.  Audrey had waxed her cunt recently, and there wasn’t a hair to be found down there, she was bald as Patrick Stewart.  She sported a tattoo that I love on her left ass-cheek of winged faerie girl, legs spread wide, masturbating with two delicate fingers

I felt just a twinge of jealousy as Audrey undid Saleem’s gag and crawled on for a ride.  She sat on his face, mercilessly rubbing her bald snatch up and down on his tongue.  From the sounds she was making, he was doing a pretty damn good job down there too.  The man gave good head, that was a fact, and Audrey seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. Meanwhile I pulled off my own more than damp underwear, and fumbled with the straps of Audrey’s harness.

The dildo that she had fixed onto it wasn’t that huge.  It was black and silicone, and realistically shaped, down to a pair of balls that were supposed to stimulate your clit.  A lipstick vibrator fit into a slot at the base.  It hummed pleasantly against my pussy.

Audrey was bent over Saleem’s face now, her small tits hanging down, rings glistening and jerking as he tongued her distended clit.  I crawled on top of him, enjoying the sensation of his hard penis sliding down my stomach.  It felt weird to have a big fake cock projecting from my crotch, waggling every time I moved.  Weird, but not unpleasant.

Audrey’s asscheeks were spread wide apart as Saleem pleasured her, and I just couldn’t resist licking her sexy ass.  I licked up and down her crack, teasing her until her little rosebud was gasping and winking for attention.  Finally I pressed my tongue into her hole, tasting her earthy, sexy taste, driving my tongue as far up her backside as I could while Saleem slurped away at her wet cunt.  She came, cussing like an ironworker and grinding onto Saleem’s mouth.

While she recovered, Saleem and I kissed.  She was all over his face, and I liked tasting her slick wetness on him.  It made kissing him feel nasty and naughty.  There was no more whining to be let go, and his nice big cock was harder than ever.

“The little slut is a pretty good pussy-eater” Audrey said “Not as good as you though.”  I blushed at the memory.  “I think he’s ready to get fucked, don’t you?”

That was when Saleem notice the strap-on for the first time.  His eyes went wide, but he didn’t say anything.

Together, we rolled him over and onto his knees.  “Make him suck your cock” Audrey told me.

I offered the dildo to him, and he obediently opened his mouth and started sucking.  He looked cute like that, but it didn’t really do that much for me.  The little vibrator was buzzing away inside the silicone cock, but it wasn’t being pressed against me enough to do that much.  I reached down and fingered myself as Saleem sucked.  I was surprised to find just how wet I had become; joy juice was literally flowing down the insides of my thighs.

“I think he’s enjoying this” I told Audrey “Horny little slut.”  I grabbed a handful of hair and forced Saleem down on my phallus until he choked and gagged.  I held his head down there.  When I finally let him up, his face was all red and he was gasping for air.  What a feeling of power!

Meanwhile, Audrey had retrieved the little bottle of AstroGlide from the bedside table, and was applying it to Saleem’s cute little backside.  He jumped a little the first time she touched him there, but then he seemed to relax.  I couldn’t WAIT to fuck that little hole!

“I think he’s ready” Audrey told me.  I disengaged my cock from Saleem’s mouth, and joined her behind my boyfriend.  Audrey had her forefinger buried to the knuckle in his puckered asshole, and she was sliding it in and out.  I was so horny at that point I thought I might shoot come right out the end of my silicone dildo.

Audrey removed her finger, and I just couldn’t help but lick him there a little bit.  He moaned and sighed as my tongue invaded his nether regions.  Audrey kept her hand on his balls, giving them a firm squeeze now and then, just to make sure he didn’t get too worked up.

“Are you ready to get fucked up the ass?” she asked rhetorically “Do you want to feel what Andrea feels when you fuck her asshole?”

“He’s never fucked me back there.” I told her.

“Is that true?” she asked.  He nodded ‘Yes’.

“Well we’ll have to change that later on, won’t we?”

“Oh yeah” I said, “We definitely need to change that!”

Audrey helped me get the end of my cock positioned at his anus.  She squirted a little extra lube on just for good measure.  Then she repositioned herself so that Saleem could, if he craned his neck, get his tongue on her wide open pussy.  “Fuck him” she told me “Fuck that fucking little slut bitch.”

I wanted to tease him a little first.  As he lapped at Audrey’s pussy and she rubbed her clit and pulled on her nipples, I drew the dildo up and down his ass crack, nudging it against his ball sac and tickling his asshole.  He pressed back eagerly whenever the end of it contacted his anus.

“Goddamn it!” he exploded “Come on Jen, stop teasing and fuck me already!”

“Say ‘please’!” I chided

“Please… Please fuck my ass!”

That was enough for me.  I pressed forward, and his asshole opened up, and suddenly the head of my black silicone cock disappeared inside his anus.  Saleem moaned loudly, throwing back his head and squeezing his eyes closed tight.  I think it was a happy moan.  I thrust forward a little more, and he humped back toward me, burying the fat dildo inch by inch into his hungry asshole.  He was tight, so I took it slow, but I wasn’t gentle.  I slapped his sweet buns hard as I buried my cock in his sexy little butt.  I liked seeing my handprint raised on his light brown flesh.  It looked sexy.

Once I was all the way up inside, I started fucking him in earnest, grabbing a fistful of his hair and mashing his face into Audrey’s cunt.  I fucked him hard and selfishly.  I was surprised at how goddamn good it felt.  Aside from the raw sexual power of taking my lover this way, aside from the delightful visual spectical of the slippery black cock sliding in and out of Saleem’s ass while he strained to orally pleasure sexy naked Audrey, the little vibrator in the base of the dildo was really doing its work now, humming against my throbbing clit with every thrust.  I was a little surprised to discover that I was actually going to come from this.  I fucked him harder.  He moaned out loud from between Audrey’s pale thighs.

I came, pulling on my nipples and grinding my clit against his butt.  Every inch of my cock was buried in his asshole.  My legs were soaked and slippery with my own juice.  Gently, I disengaged the dildo from his poor abused little asshole, and slipped out of the harness.

Audrey kissed me, and fingered my totally wet pussy.  “That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen” she whispered in my ear.  “Poor thing” she said aloud “Don’t you think we ought to let him come?”

Saleem’s cock was swollen and the head was bright purple and leaking clear precome all over his tummy.  I would have loved to have taken him in my mouth, but Audrey had other ideas.

“I want to fist him” she said

“I don’t know if I can take it” Saleem said quietly

“Do you think he can take it?” I asked.  Audrey has small hands, but they aren’t that small.

“Oh he’ll take it alright” she said, smiling evilly “He will if he wants to come anyway.”

Saleem still had his doubts, but we ignored him.  We got him onto his back on the bed, knees in the air, feet still lashed to the spreader bar, asshole exposed and vulnerable.

Audrey covered her hand in lube, squirting more on his poor tender anus for good measure, as I softly stroked his cock and pinched his little nipples.  He was really close to coming, I could tell.

Audrey was soon fucking him with three slippery fingers.  He accepted them easily, and seemed to enjoy her attention.  I rubbed his cock very softly, careful not to push him over the edge.

Audrey added a fourth finger, and he winced.  “You don’t get to get off” I reminded him “Until her whole fist is up there.”

Audrey was trying to get her thumb in.  Her hand was now shaped like the bill of a duck.  I wouldn’t have thought that poor Saleem’s ass was so pliable, but he was spread wide open.  His cock looked like it was about to explode.  It was trembling, and the purple veins were bulging out.  I removed my hand, and petted my own needy clit.

Suddenly he opened up, Audrey pressed forward, and her hand disappeared inside him up to her slender wrist.  They both gasped aloud in surprise and pleasure.  Audrey’s fingers were busy between her own legs.  I brought my hand to his engorged cock, to jerk him to a well-deserved climax.  Saleem’s body writhed and bucked and twisted as Audrey fist-fucked him and I moved my hand wildly up and down his beautiful dick. His orgasm seemed to last forever, squirting what seemed like gallons of semen all over his chest, my face, and Audrey’s tits.

We untied him, and removed Audrey’s hand, and let him get up and go to the bathroom.  After a shower, the three of us spent most of the rest of the day in bed, alternately fucking, sucking, cuddling and napping.

Later, when Audrey had gone home, Saleem told me “Jen that was incredible.  I never would have imagined that such a thing could be so pleasurable.”

“Hey” I said “It was your fantasy.”

Then it struck me: when he had said ‘Rape Fantasy’ you don’t suppose he had meant ME being the one who got raped, do you?

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Switching It Up

June 22, 2009 at 3:40 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , ,

I was fresh out of the shower. My skin was clean and pink. As I sprawled on the bed in the Saturday morning sunlight, I could hear Elise in there, running the water, and my cock twitched with anticipation.

We were going to be switching it up that day, and I could hardly wait. Usually it’s me who does the tying up, administers the spankings. Which is a ton of fun, believe me, but now and then its nice to get to relax and be on the receiving end of things.

Elise came back into the bedroom, resplendent in her nakedness. I admired her perfect little breasts and the soft triangle of golden hair between her legs. She carefully bound my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, leaving me spread-eagled, flat on my back. My penis was already heavy and halfway hard between my legs as I imagined what was going to be coming next.

“Is that my cell phone ringing?” she asked. I couldn’t hear anything. She slipped out of the room, and I heard a muffled one-way conversation. I couldn’t make out any words beyond ‘yeah, uh-huh’. She flounced back into the room, grinning like a Cheshire cat, pulled on a baggy pair of jeans (no underwear) and a t-shirt that did little to conceal her jiggly little breasts.  She gathered her long blonde hair into a pony tail, fluttered a little ‘Goodbye’ wave, and disappeared.

It’s hard to say exactly how much time passed. I couldn’t see the clock; I didn’t have any frame of reference. My guess would be more than half an hour, but less than a couple hours. My mood shifted from excited horniness to bored frustration to annoyance. I had an itch on my nose that I couldn’t do anything about. I tested and tugged at my bonds.  Nothing; I was securely fastened to the bed.  I was just about to abandon all dignity and start hollering her name out loud when I heard the front door open and shut.

I heard hushed girly voices in the hall, and stifled giggling, and then they burst into the bedroom. Elise was followed closely by Jenny, our downstairs neighbor.

I’d had a crush on Jenny for a while, though I hadn’t told Elise about it. I thought Jenny was sexy as hell. She didn’t have a supermodel’s stick figure, but her body was all exuberant curves and softness, and she had a wild mop of flame red hair and a plump pair of boobs. How many times had I watched that plump sexy ass wiggling down the street or up the stairs, and wondered what exactly was going on under the skirt or the blue jeans that concealed it?

I felt deeply self conscious as the girls brazenly ogled me, pointing and giggling at my nakedness and vulnerability.   “He’s pretty cute naked,” Jenny said, “I want to see him with a hard dick.”  Then Elise put her arms around Jenny and they started open-mouth kissing right in front of me.

For the moment, I seemed to be completely forgotten. They were kissing passionately, totally wrapped up in each other. Elise had wriggled out of her shirt, and Jenny was all over her beautiful little tits, sucking on the pink up-turned nipples. Elise was trying to get Jenny’s white camisole off, and Jenny had her hands down Elise’s pants. Finally the top came off, and Jenny’s big round breasts spilled out into the room.

The girls tumbled onto the bed, jostling me in my tied-up state. Without even noticing it, I had developed a raging erection just watching them make out. Elise kissed me on the lips and playfully tweaked my nipples, making them hard and poiky. Then she was all over Jenny, pulling off her flower-print skirt, revealing yellow and pink bikini panties which were lying on the bedroom floor in very short order.

Jenny had a lovely body. Both me and Elise were enchanted. Her breasts were large and globular, with big pink erect nipples that pointed slightly off to either side. Her soft round belly was accented with a navel ring. Her pussy was soft and plump and totally bare. I’d never seen that before in real life, outside of porn. I had to admit it looked really good on her. I liked that you could see every bit, every single fold of her sex. I didn’t have much of a chance to gape though, because Jenny climbed up on top of me, straddling my face, and presenting her wide-open, slippery wet pussy to my tongue. Her fat pink clit strained out to touch me. I happily obliged, slurping up and down between her labia and flicking her clitoris up and down and left and right while she ground herself off on me. She tasted clean and female and sexy. I could feel my cock leaking wetness onto my tummy as I licked. She came fast, she came hard and loud, and I couldn’t breathe for a while, but I kept licking all the way through it.

When she was finally done coming, she shifted herself, removing her pussy from my soaking wet slick face. She presented her ass to me, spreading her cheeks obscenely. Her tiny little rosebud winked at me. “You know what I want,” she told me, “Go ahead. You know exactly what to do, don’t you?”

I certainly did. I caught a glimpse of Elise (now fully naked) fondling Jenny’s breasts, and then I dove right in. I teased her as long as I could stand to, running my tongue up and down the crack of her ass and kissing all around, avoiding that needy little hole until she was moaning out loud with frustration and desire. I flicked her asshole with the tip of my tongue, and she sighed, and I felt a hand -somebody’s hand- on my poor neglected cock. I ate her ass out like a dog licking out a tin can, driving my tongue as far up her asshole as I could. She certainly seemed to enjoy the ride. Her fingers were busy on her own clit as I licked.  The hand slowly and softly petting my dick was driving me insane: never stimulating me quite enough to bring me off or even very close; just stringing me along. It was a delicious kind of frustration.

Finally Jenny climbed off, which was probably for the best because my tongue was starting to cramp up. She flashed me a big fat smile and said to Elise, “Oh, he’s gooood!”  They both giggled raucously, and kissed some more.  My cock twitched helplessly.

Then the girls started to give me a double blowjob, which was really amazing, and sexy as hell to watch: me tied up and helpless while two hot naked women worked over my dick. But distressingly quickly they got all distracted by each other again and started kissing and touching and playing with each other’s tits.  And then they seemed to forget all about me for a while.

I was treated to an awesome view of Jenny eating out Elise’s juicy, golden-haired petite-lipped pussy. Then they moved into a 69 position right next to me on the bed.   Just watching the show made my cock stand straight up like a flag pole. I wanted to get off, I wanted to touch my dick, to make myself come. I was humping the air with frustration, leaking clear pre-come like a drain spout, but there was no way. I just had to lay there and suffer.

Elise (who was on the bottom) was lapping hungrily at Jenny’s clit, and had two fingers up her wet twat, finger fucking our sexy neighbor with a vengeance.  I could see Jenny’s anus winking between her cheeks, and wanted so bad it hurt to bury my cock in that sweet little hole.

Finally the girls came, first Elise in muffled, high-pitched gasps; then Jenny, wailing and snarling and moaning and kicking her legs. They disentangled, and came up, kissing each other with sticky, wet lips, grinning and giggling.

“He likes taking it up the ass.” Elise informed Jenny. I was a little of mortified. Nobody except Elise had ever known that about me. I felt myself blushing, a deep red full-body blush.  My erection flopped against my tummy, and my balls ached.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Jenny said sweetly, “There’s nothing wrong with liking that. I like it up the butt from time to time myself.  I think it’s hot.”

Elise untied my ankles and pressed my knees back toward my ears. I felt terribly vulnerable, exposed. Jenny had located our bottle of lube, and was slicking up her fingers.

The lube felt cool against my asshole. I wanted it, but I couldn’t relax. Jenny was patient. Elise less so: she started smacking my ass-cheeks, HARD, which stung like a mother-fucker.  She pinched and twisted and pulled on my poor little nipples until I was begging and whining for mercy.  This made both the girls grin.

Jenny’s finger finally worked its way up inside, probing and stretching me. It felt so good. I realized that I was moaning out load. “He really likes it,” Jenny gloated, “Mmm what a nasty little slut.”

She slid her finger in and out of me like a miniature cock. I got into the rhythm of it, relaxing and letting myself enjoy the sensation. Jenny’s big tits swung with every little movement. She poured on more lube and added another finger.

I looked over and saw Elise, kneeling next to us, eyes fixed on my goods. She had fetched her blue vibrator out of the drawer, and it was buzzing happily away, sliding in and out of her sopping wet pussy and grinding against her clit.

Jenny had three or maybe even four fingers up inside me, stretching me to my utmost. She was fucking me hard, with a vengeance, making her boobs shake. I was going to come at any second. It was amazing, indescribable, beyond pleasure or pain, almost more than I could take. My body arched up to meet her every stroke. Fingers buried deep inside my body, she leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and traced the underside of my cock, following the vein that led from my balls slowly all the way up to the head. When her tongue touched my swollen purple cock head, I shot off. I screamed something, I don’t even know what, out loud, and my body spasmed and unloaded. The first jet squirted up my chest, all the rest went straight into Jenny’s mouth. My orgasm seemed to go on and on as wave after wave of pleasure racked my body. At last my limp penis slipped from Jenny’s reluctant mouth, and she extracted her fingers from my tender butt. Elise untied me, and we all took turns showering, then got dressed and went out for a late breakfast.

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The View From My Window

June 16, 2009 at 11:00 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , ,

It had been cold and threatening all day, with heavy gunmetal-grey clouds lurking overhead.  As I was walking home from work it started to snow.  Big wet flakes that melted as soon as they made contact with the pavement.  Soon there was a layer of slush on the sidewalk that soaked right through my canvas sneakers and stockings, chilling my feet straight through to the bone.

I was already feeling blue.  It was November, coming up to Thanksgiving, which meant that it was dark when I left for work in the morning, and it was dark when I went home at night.  My job was boring, I was dirt-poor, and I lived alone in a crappy old ex-industrial apartment five floors up in a really crappy part of Brooklyn.  This wasn’t really what I’d pictured when I’d moved to New York two years ago.

The plan for the evening, such as it was, was to go home, boil up a pot of mac and cheese (which I was by now incredibly sick of), and surf the internet for porn for a couple hours and then to masturbate until my clit was too tender to touch and my eyes wouldn’t stay open.  Pretty much the standard Friday night routine.

At 25, I felt like the oldest living virgin in New York City, and definitely the horniest.  I was constantly annoyed with the body I had inherited from my Japanese mother and my Dutch father. Asian girls are supposed to be waif thin; I was short and round, much like a steamed dumpling with legs.  That was my parents’ nickname for my: Dumpling.  To make matters worse, I wore glasses; annoying thick glasses that I was constantly misplacing.  And I was shy; chronically, painfully shy.

When I was in high school, I couldn’t wait to be in college.  When I was in college, I couldn’t wait to graduate.  And now I was in New York City: patching ATM machine code by day; working on a novel that did not yet have a name by night; and masturbating pretty much all the time in between.

It was only by lucky chance that I noticed at all.  When I got into the dark little apartment, instead of turning on the lights right away, I kicked off my wet shoes and padded across the room in my cold damp socks to turn on the computer. It had been a long, stupid, frustrating day at work, and I had been obnoxiously horny all day.  At my desk, I had been constantly aware of my clitoris inside my panties, feeling all swollen and sensitive.  A couple of times I had reached up inside my shirt and tweaked my nipples, savoring the electric sensation that coursed straight through my body down to my clit.  Delicious torture.  I could have just gone to the ladies room and masturbated right there (and some days that is exactly what I would have done); but today I preferred to wait and do it properly.  And besides, I wanted to look at pictures.  I have been told that females are less visually inclined than males, but frankly I don’t believe a word of it.  Lately I had been on a big kick for Blacks on Blondes, and I really wanted to get myself off while watching some hot black dude with a big dick fuck some cute white chick right up the butt.  I didn’t know the why of it, I just knew it was really hot.

Standing there with cold wet feet in the middle of my dark apartment, waiting for the dreadfully slow computer to finish booting up, I happened to look out the window.

One floor down, in the building across the street, there was an apartment with the lights on, and nothing obstructing the windows.  As I looked out across the way, the most beautiful black guy I had ever seen walked across his bedroom, completely stark naked.

Later on I figured I was lucky that my double-take didn’t send my glasses shooting off my face; I never would have found them in time to appreciate the view.  The guy was probably a little younger than me, most likely in his early twenties; tall and thin as a willow, with compact, well defined muscles, the body of a dancer.  He had very short kinky black hair atop his head, and dark dark chocolate skin, no body fat whatsoever, and not one strand of body hair.  His dick hung, naked and exposed, wiggling in an oddly fetching way as he walked; and where there should have a triangle of pubic hair, there was just smooth brown skin.

I had never actually seen a man naked before.  Not in person, anyway; I’d seen plenty in porn of course. I’m the queen of missed opportunities: I always seemed to turn into a quivering bowl of tongue-tied jelly any time I found myself in the presence of a guy I was in any way attracted to.  Frustrating, yes, but I have learned that there are ways of dealing with frustration.

I stood there, open-mouthed and staring, as he turned around, exposing his perfect taught black ass; bent down, picked up a pair of white boxer shorts, pulled them on, and turned off the light as he walked out of the room.

Well!  This beat internet porn all to hell.  I pulled off my damp clothes and positioned myself on the windowsill (my loft apartment had these huge industrial windows with sills big enough to sit in.  Beautiful, but a real pain to heat in the winter) Vibrator in hand, I masturbated to a quick and explosive orgasm right then and there.  Then, lust temporarily sated, I cooked up a pot of mac and sleaze, and looked at dirty pictures on the net until well after midnight, one hand constantly busy between my thighs, and one eye constantly cocked on the apartment across the way, hoping to catch my beautiful neighbor coming home.

The next day was Saturday, my writing day. I went in to Manhattan, and in a high-end photo store run by orthodox Jews, with shaking hands I spent almost the entire remaining contents of my savings account on a good pair of binoculars.

Through the afternoon I genuinely tried to work on the novel.  Very little actual writing got done however.  As I sat typing at the computer, I realized that fewer and fewer words were actually coming out.  Eventually I just abandoned it and alternated between SimCity and porn.  By late afternoon it was dark outside and darker in my apartment, and as I sat in the pale blue glow of the computer monitor, I kept glancing through the window, checking for signs of life across the street.

As soon as I saw the light click on, I lunged for my new binoculars.  My hands were shaking too much; I had to rest my elbows on the window sill to hold the image steady.  The view was amazing.  I could have read over his shoulder with those glasses.  He was getting undressed; I caught a tantalizing glimpse of his brown cock and balls, and then he turned out the light.

Over the next few days, I became a bit obsessed.  This wasn’t surprising; I was naturally a bit of an obsessive, that was part of what made me a good coder; but it confirmed my belief that I really and truly was a serious pervert.  I waited for him to get up in the morning; I waited for him to come home at night.  I became paranoid that he might see my, sitting in the window sill in the darkened apartment with my binoculars pressed to my eyes.  But that didn’t stop my.  I caught him naked a few times.  I held my breath, trying to keep him centered in the binoculars while he walked around naked in his bedroom.  But mostly, I got bored with sitting there, looking across the street at an empty room, waiting for him to come in.

And then, on Friday night, when I had all but lost hope of seeing anything good, and was starting to seriously regret dropping way more money than I could realistically afford on a pair of binoculars I really didn’t need, I struck gold.

I didn’t even see him come in.  I just happened to glance across the street and noticed that his light was on.  Then I noticed that he was lying naked on his bed, and almost broke my neck tripping over my feet as I grabbed the binoculars and ran over to the window.

It was like being six inches away from him.  I could see every detail.  His cock was rock hard, his balls were drawn in tight as he slowly stroked himself.  It was beautiful.  I could almost see the veins pulsing on his shaft.  The head was the darkest dark purple, and as his hand moved up and down the length of it, I reached inside my own panties and confirmed that I was in fact wet and slippery as an eel. A very wet eel.

I momentarily lost him from my field of vision as he changed position on the bed, nearly panicked and then found him again, kneeling on the bed, rummaging through the drawer of his bedside table.

What a sexy ass!  So tight and smooth and strong.  I imagined running my hands over that ass, pulling it close, opening my mouth to swallow the beautiful black cock on the front end, squeezing those brown cheeks in little pale hands… Damn!  Those panties of mine were just getting in the way, no doubt!

Relieved of those annoying panties (to say nothing of the sweatpants around my ankles that had been threatening to trip my flat on my face), I found him again in the binoculars.  He was on his hands and knees on the bed, that fat juicy cock dangling heavily between his legs.  I could even make out a drop of precome hovering on the end of his dick, threatening to dribble down onto the white sheet.  With one hand I caressed my clitoris, spreading my juices liberally around.  “Oh the things I would do to that cock, if only it were in MY bed.”

And then I saw what he had in his hands.  Wow!  I was shocked enough to stop (at least for a moment) what I was doing downstairs.  He had a dildo in his hands, a big one, bigger than any of my own toys; made of a sparkly blue material molded to look just like a lifelike dick, right down to a truncated pair of balls on the base.  He was carefully coating it with lube from a small clear bottle.

Oh Damn.  Did this mean that my neighbor was gay?  And if so, what did that do to my fantasies about him?  It took only a few moments of consideration to decide that it didn’t matter.  Not really at all.

Across the street, my beautiful neighbor was working hard on impaling himself with the big blue dildo.  I had a prime view of it too.  He was facing directly away from my, his ass thrust up in the air like a cat in heat, his smooth balls and cock dangling down.  I even got a glimpse of his asshole (tiny crinkled little thing, was he really going to shove that big fat toy up there?) before it was obscured by his hands and the dildo.

It took a while for him to get it up inside.  He took it slow, working it very gently in and out, and adding more lube before pushing hard with one hand while the other hand pried his ass apart.  I could almost hear him sigh when, at last, the pink toy slid past his anal opening and disappeared into his lean body.

Meanwhile, I hadn’t been idle.  If at first I was shocked that I found a boy toying himself to be a turn-on, I quickly realized that I was responding to it in a big way.  In fact I was having trouble keeping the binoculars trained on him and my finger on my clit at the same time.  I was kneeling at the windowsill with one hand busy between my legs, an elbow propped up on the sill, my free hand holding the trembling field glasses.

He rolled over onto his back, toes facing my direction.  His dick was grasped tightly in one hand, and the other hand working the dildo gently in and out.  His eyes were shut tight and -fuck me!- his nipples were tiny and dark and pointy –just like little Hershey’s kisses!–  His hand was moving so fast on his dick that it was a blur and at that moment I wanted more than anything to be lying on top of him, kissing him on the mouth at the instant he shot off.

And he did shoot off.  God, it was so much better than any porn, ever!  He arched his back, his toes curled (oh yes they did!) and he squirted gobs and gobs of pearly white boy come all over his smooth dark tummy and chest.

When it was over, when he had milked every last drop from his wilting penis and when he had extracted his dildo and had grabbed a Kleenex to wipe up the mess on his chest (Which would certainly not have gone to waste had I been there!), I finally set down the binoculars, lay down on my back hardwood floor, and got myself off.  I had been right on the edge for so long, it was a cinch to come at last.  I worked my clit and slipped my fingers in and out of my pussy and tickled my asshole, pretending that it was his fingers exploring my body.  The orgasm was so nice I went for a second one right away, replaying the scene I had just watched over and over again in my head.

After I had come no less than three times, I got up off my ass and drank a tall glass of water.  The apartment across the way was dark and still.  I sat down at the computer and managed to get the better part of a chapter written before falling asleep just before two in the morning.

All weekend, and all the next week I was vigilant.  And unlucky.  I barely ever seemed to catch him at home.  I caught him in his underpants a couple of times; that was the extent of my voyeuristic thrills.

That Friday, my luck changed again.  I was sitting by the window, having gotten sick of staring at a blank page on my computer screen and not ready to give up and go for the porn yet.  Across the way, his window was dark.  The sky was inky black.  Heavy clouds had been gathering all day, and snow was in the forecast again.  It was bitterly cold outside.

Without warning, his light flicked on, and he walked into the room.  And he was not alone this time.  There was a pretty blonde girl with him, and she had her arm possessively around his waist.

By the time I had found my binoculars and gotten them to focus, the happy couple was up on the bed making out.  As I watched, Neighbor Guy pulled the Blonde Girl’s sweater up and off.  It wasn’t fair; she was skinny AND she had big tits.

He played with her boobs for a while, and I had to admit that they were a lovely set.  Then she pulled off his shirt, and I got to watch in an aroused state of jealousy while Blonde Girl explored his smooth muscular brown skin.

And then Neighbor Guy was tugging off her jeans, and I caught a quick glimpse of panties, red and lacy, before they were tossed aside and she was flat on her back on his bed with her pale thighs spread wide apart and her nearly shaved pussy fully on display for him.  And for me.

He wasted no time getting his head between my legs and giving that lucky Blonde Girl a thorough tongue lashing.  She certainly seemed to be enjoying it too, kicking her legs humping back toward his face and thrashing around on his bed.

After what I was pretty sure was a supremely massive orgasm on the part of the blonde, Neighbor Boy came up for air. I could actually SEE her wetness on his face.   Blonde Girl got his pants down and his gear out (“About freaking time!” I thought) as she petted and caressed his extremely stiff lovely black boner.

They lay down together on the bed and seemed to be talking.  His ass looked really cute.  If I’d been there I wouldn’t have been wasting my time talking.  I would have had my mouth full already.

He pulled a box of condoms from the bedside table.  She shook her head ‘No.’ They kissed and touched a little more.  Than he sat up, as if he had made a decision.  She listened, and then nodded.  He pulled open the drawer on the side table and brought out the dildo.  Again, I watched Blonde Girl make a face and shake her head ‘No.’   Neighbor Guy put the toy back in its drawer.

I guess they came to some sort of compromise: he straddled her chest and jerked off onto her tits.  Blonde Girl seemed to enjoy that.  After he was done and she wiped up with a Kleenex, they both got dressed again and she headed out into the chilly night.  I felt bad for him.  I felt like he had gotten the short end of the stick.

The next day was Saturday, the designated writing day.  Clouds loomed low and dark, and a few scattered flurries whipped past the window.  The sun never really showed its face all day, and by mid-afternoon it was dark outside.

I saw the light come on across the street, and grabbed my faithful binoculars to have a look.  Was he alone?  Or did he have that Blonde Girl with him?

He was alone.  He stripped down to his white boxer shorts and lay down and as I watched disappointed, opened up a book and started reading.

I took a deep breath and contemplated what I was about to do.  I’d been thinking about this all week.  There was nothing for it but to do it.  I pulled my favorite vibrator out of the underwear drawer where it lived and switched on the overhead light.

I climbed up onto the window sill, feeling like an ass.  With the light on, I could no longer see out the window across the way.  “Please,” I thought, “Please don’t chicken out now.”

One thing was for sure: I was eminently visible to anyone who happened to be looking at my window, and I knew it.  Feeling highly self-conscious, I started to strip.  I really hoped I looked sexy, because just then I didn’t feel very sexy.  I felt like a fool.

I have never actually personally seen a strip show, but I had a pretty good idea of what I was supposed to do.  As seductively as possible, I danced my clothes off, until I stood naked in the cold light of the window frame.  Then, feeling like The Biggest Dork in the Universe, I started to masturbate.

I surprised myself.  The feeling of being on display to the city of the night, of not knowing exactly who could see me, who was getting ready to call the cops, or who was getting his (or her) jollies from watching my touch myself was a powerful thrilling aphrodisiac.  Soon, I had almost forgotten that I was supposed to be putting on a show, and was cruelly pinching and twisting my own hard nipple and deeply penetrating my pussy with my fingers while I ground the humming vibrator against my clit.  The orgasm, when it came, was earth-shattering, and I collapsed weak-kneed onto the window sill.

It was dark in the window across the way.  A little disappointed and out of breath, I pulled on my pajamas and sat down at the computer to write.  I was actually making some progress when the street door buzzed.

The intercom didn’t work, so I just buzzed the door open and stood by the front door of my apartment, waiting.

I didn’t have to wait long.  He must have run up all five flights of stairs.  When the knock came on the apartment door, I unclicked the deadbolt and found myself face to face with him.  It was my beautiful Neighbor Guy, looking chilly but incredibly sexy in a pair of faded blue jeans and a t-shirt that I could see his stiff little nipples through.

He opened his mouth, but I silenced him with a kiss.  It felt really good to kiss those lips.  Really, really good.  I could have kissed him for a long time.  But I wasn’t in a patient mood.  I was already fumbling with the fly of his jeans as he stepped into the apartment, letting the door fall close behind him.

His boxers and jeans fell around his ankles, and his cock bobbed out, stiff and black and delicious looking.  Looking up at him through my thick glasses, I dropped to my knees in front of that beautiful cock.  Without a word, I opened my mouth and swallowed it whole.

It tasted really good.  It was a clean, male, sexy taste, and I was gobbling it all up.   I was masturbating as I sucked, and Neighbor Guy had his hands down my pajama top, playing with my tits.  He was incredibly hard and hot in my mouth.  The only blowjob experience I had was from watching it done in videos.  I hoped I was doing ok.

Reluctantly, I removed his hands from my breasts.  Just now, I wanted to be completely in control.  I took the opportunity to pull off my top, setting my boobs free.  Then I went back to work on his cock, licking, kissing, sucking and bobbing my head up and down.  He moaned and I melted.  I had never had so much fun in my life.  Reaching behind him, cupping that sexy tight little ass, I let one finger explore between his cheeks, quickly finding what I was looking for.  I pressed a finger, slippery with my own juice, up inside his asshole as his moans escalated.  I could feel his body squeezing me as he humped my face, giving himself up to pleasure.

I let his hard cock flop out of my mouth.  It glistened with my saliva, and seemed to throb in time with his heartbeat.  I really wanted that thing up my cunt.  But not now.  I turned him around so his tight brown buns were right in my face.  I kissed him all over his tush before centering in on his crack.  I slurped up and down between his cheeks, enjoying his musky, male taste.  He was groaning out loud, which made me even hotter than I already was.  I parted his cheeks and licked his tiny little asshole.  He moaned.  I pressed the tip of my tongue into his opening, working my way up inside him.  Reaching down between my legs, I almost couldn’t believe how wet my pussy was.

I’m not sure how long I tongue-fucked him.  I don’t think it was really very long, but the bliss seemed to last forever.  I reached around and grabbed his cock and felt up his balls as I licked his asshole.  I felt so powerful with his gear in my hands, this strong, beautiful man squirming on the tip of my tongue.

I felt him stiffen.  “Oh my God, I’m going to come!”

I removed my face from his butt and he turned around again, offering me his swollen dick.  I took as much of it in my mouth as I could, pulling his wet ass toward me with both hands and sucking as hard as I could.

He came loud and he came hard, squirting my mouth full of thick, steaming come.  I drank what seemed like a gallon of his sticky, bitter, exquisitely male come from his spasming dick.  I would have been happy to suck him dry, but apparently he was a little too sensitive for that.  Reluctantly, I let his soft, wet black cock flop out of my mouth.

He opened his mouth to speak, but I pressed one finger against his lips.  “Later,” I said.  He pulled his jeans back up, kissed my on the forehead, and went back downstairs into the night.

I may have been the oldest, horniest virgin in the city, but at that moment I was feeling very satisfied.  I sat down at my computer and started to write.

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Helping Jess and Andrea

June 15, 2009 at 10:09 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , ,

Andrea and I had had a thing, four or five years ago, way back when we still worked together.  It had only lasted about a week, but it had been a quite memorable week , and we had managed to stay good friends after without much weirdness.  We’d gone on to pursue different careers, and Andrea had become a dedicated, full-time lesbian, and occasionally we’d even dated the same girls (though never at the same time).  We were pretty close and we hung out a lot but things weren’t sexual between us at all; and (aside from the occasional masturbatory fantasy) I was fine with that.

And then one afternoon in early October Andrea told me that she and Jessica were thinking of having a baby.  She and Jess had been together over a year, and they shared an apartment.  They seemed really happy.

“Which one of you would get pregnant?” I asked over a large ice coffee.

“Ugh, not me!” Andrea said, slurping her coffee, “The idea of a fetus growing inside me kind of creeps me out… reminds me of that movie ‘Aliens’.  No, that would be Jess, absolutely.  She’s really into the idea of being a mommy.”

Jessica was cuter than hell.  She’s about four years younger than Andrea; a little shorter and a little chubbier.  They often get mistaken for sisters, which drives Jess crazy and amuses the heck out of Andrea.  To me they look like a mismatched pair of muppets, a dykey Bert and Ernie: one tall and skinny, one short and plump, both of them soft and fuzzy and kind of goofy looking with their matching black-rimmed geeky glasses.  A couple of sexy as all hell muppets.

“So listen…”

“Go ahead.”

“Well…” Andrea stirred the ice in her coffee with a straw. “We were wondering… we were wondering what you would think of being the dad?”

Wow.  That threw me for a loop.  It was so totally out of left field that I didn’t know what to say.

“Can I think it over?” I managed.

“Of course.” Andrea seemed relieved.  “It’s a big thing.  Of course you should think it over.  We’d be really honored though if you’d do it.  We talked it over for a long time. You’re the coolest guy either of us know.”

Huh, I wasn’t entirely sure that I’d ever been described as cool before.

“Would you do it by artificial insemination?”

“Are you kidding?? That’s expensive!  Besides… where’s the fun in that?”

We let it go at that, and I went home and thought about it and thought about it some more.

A couple days later, the phone rang.  It was Andrea.

“Have you thought about it?”

“Yeah, I sure have.”

“And?”

I took a deep breath. “I’d be happy to help you guys out.”

“Awesome!!” there was a pause on her end of the line, “Listen…”

“I’m all ears.”

“Next Friday is Jess’ 25th birthday.  I was wondering if you’d like to come over and help us… celebrate a little?”

Now that I had committed myself, I couldn’t wait to start.  “I’ll be there.” I said.

“Excellent!” Andrea said, “We’ll see you Friday!”

My dick was already hard.

The rest of the week crawled by.  Work was annoying.  I kept getting distracted.  And then on Friday, I had to work late.

I took the subway out to their apartment in Brooklyn as soon as I got out of the office.  It was already dark.  Andrea met me downstairs.  She was so full of nervous energy that she couldn’t stand still.

“Come on up!” she said, hopping from one foot to the other, “We’ve been waiting for you!  I mean, I have.  Jessica knows she’s getting a birthday surprise tonight, but she doesn’t know what.”

Andrea led me up the stairs, four flights up to their apartment.  She was wearing a black t-shirt and faded blue jeans, and I got to watch her cute little butt wiggle along in that tight, soft denim a few steps ahead of me.  She had the sexiest ass.  I was hoping that I’d get a chance to have another look at it soon, much more up-close and personal.

Andrea opened the front door of the apartment and pressed one finger to her lips in a gesture that meant ‘silence’.  We both kicked off our shoes in the front hall, and she took me by the hand and led me to the closed door of their bedroom.  Her hand felt small in mine, and it was hot and sweaty.

She opened the bedroom door and pulled me in behind her.  My erection was making an embarrassing lump in the front of my slacks, and it brushed against Andrea’s jean-clad ass as we slipped through the bedroom door.  She grinned at me, a nervous grin.

Jessica was lying face down on the bed.  She was wearing a blindfold and a little black party dress, and her hands were cuffed behind her back.  At the sound of us coming into the room, she turned her head.

“Your surprise is ready, my Love,” Andrea said, tugging me forward, “Are you ready?”

“I can’t wait!” Jessica said, “What is it?”

Andrea was obviously having trouble keeping from giggling.  She guided me over to the edge of the bed.  She mimed unbuttoning pants.  I got the hint and undid my slacks, letting them drop around my ankles in a heap.  I felt like a dork standing there in my work shirt, socks and boxer shorts with a prominent erection.  Andrea rolled her eyes at me and made pulling down motions.  I pulled down my boxers and kicked them and my pants out of the way.  I realized that I was blushing.  Andrea made a face and gave me a look.  I wasn’t sure what that look was trying to say.

I had never really seen Andrea and Jessica kiss before.  I mean, I had seen them kiss, casually, but not like this.  Andrea rolled Jess onto her back, still cuffed and blindfolded, and kissed her deeply and passionately.  I thought they were beautiful like that, and it made my dick even harder than it already was.

When they were done kissing, Andrea moved Jess so that she was sitting at the side of the bed, near where I was standing.  She winked at me and pressed her index finger to Jessica’s lips, encouraging her to suck it like a little dick.

Jessica is so fucking cute!  I remember when they first started dating, I had had fantasies about getting to watch just about exactly what I was watching now.  Jess stands almost six inches shorter than Andrea, five foot nothing, and has kind of scruffy short hair, big boobs for her size, glasses, and the cutest little upturned nose with a tiny silver ring in it.

She was sucking Andrea’s finger something fierce.  “God I’m horny Dre,” she said in between slurps, “God Damn I want you to fuck me cross-eyed!  Are you ready to give me my present yet?”

Andrea took her finger away and guided Jessica’s head down toward my dick.  I could feel hot breath on the head of my penis.  Her mouth was millimeters away.

“Take this in your mouth Baby Love,” she said, “Suck it real good for me.”

Andrea pushed Jessica’s head until her lips touched my waiting penis. Then Jess eagerly enveloped my cock with her hot mouth.  I was in heaven.  Andrea grabbed a big fistful of Jess’ hair, pulling her up and off my dick.  They kissed again, ferociously.  Then Jessica broke off the kiss.

“Holy fuck Andrea, it’s REAL! This is the best birthday present ever!!”

“Mmm-Hmm!” Andrea pulled the blindfold off and roughly shoved her (not unwilling) girlfriend back down onto my waiting dick.  Jessica licked and slurped with gusto.

Oh My God, her mouth felt so good, so hot and so wet, I couldn’t help moaning out loud.  Jess smiled up at me with her big brown eyes, keeping her mouth full of my cock.  Andrea was beaming like a proud parent.

Andrea pinched one of Jessica’s nipples through the black party dress, and with one hand on the back of her girlfriend’s head she forced Jess further and further down my cock, until her nose was buried in my pubes.  I was afraid that she’d gag or choke, but she never did.  I felt her swallow the end of my cock into her throat, and she kept doing the most amazing things to me with her tongue.

“Gawd Andrea, make her stop!” I wasn’t going to be able to hold out long, not at this rate, “I can’t help it.  I’m going to come!”

“Don’t you DARE come!” hissed Andrea, grabbing a fist full of Jessica’s hair.

“Mmmm-Mmmm-Mmmm,” agreed Jessica. Her boobs had spilled out the front of her dress and were shaking delightfully as she worked.  The fingers of Andrea’s left hand were busy underneath that black dress.

“Don’t you dare waste your come in her mouth!” Andrea warned me.

I felt my orgasm start in the bottom of my feet, I curled my toes and clenched with every muscle in my body.  I tried to concentrate on differential calculus.  What is the formula for finding limits?  I tried to remember the Fundamental Theorem. Jessica had lifted her mouth off my swollen dick and was looking up at me, one eyebrow raised.

I felt myself slipping over the edge, my penis twitching involuntarily, and I clenched every muscle in my body to fight down the orgasm.

One thick fat droplet of semen oozed out of the end of my enflamed cock.  Jessica grinned widely and wickedly, stuck out her tongue, and fastidiously licked it off the tip of my (almost) painfully hard erection.

“What a yummy fucking cock!” she and Andrea kissed a lot, hot and sloppy, “We’re going to have SO much fun!  Take these cuffs off, they’re chafing my wrists.”

After Andrea had fished out the keys and set wrists free, Jessica primly tucked her breasts back into her dress.  “You’ve got such a beautiful penis!” she told me, “Doesn’t he, Andrea?”

“Yeah he does!” Andrea was pulling her t-shirt up over her head.  She was wearing a lacey black bra.  Her breasts are a little smaller than Jess’, but I love how perky they are.  “It’s like the perfect penis size.  And it’s great for sucking on, huh?”

That made me glow.  I’ve always been a little insecure about my dick.  I knew my size was about average, but I guess I’ve been afraid before that girls thought it was too small.

“Is he going to get me pregnant?”

“He sure is!”  Andrea had her bra off.  Her boobs may be small, but they are just perfect in my book. They’re slightly upturned, and the nipples were pink and hard and pierced.  Steel bars gleamed in the low light of the bedroom.  That was a new addition since I’d seen them last.  “But first I’m going to stick my tongue so far up your pussy…”

She pushed Jessica onto her back on the bed.  The little black dress rode up and I caught a glimpse of black panties.  Andrea crawled on top, pulling the straps of Jess’ dress down around her shoulders, fully exposing her big beautiful breasts.  The aureole were wide and light brown.  “Aren’t they beautiful?” she asked, rubbing her own, smaller, more conical boobs against Jessica’s, “Aren’t they sexy?  I think she’s got a really nice set of tits.  Maybe later I’ll let you rub your dick all over them.  Yeah… that’d be pretty fucking hot to watch.”

Andrea slid topless down Jessica’s body.  She lifted up the black dress, gathering it around Jess’ waist.  Jessica was wearing black bikini panties with red hearts on the waistband.  Her sex swelled delightfully inside the thin fabric.  The room reeked of sex.

Jessica spread her legs wide apart, and Andrea licked all around her soft pale upper thighs, nibbling gently.  She slipped a finger inside Jessica’s underpants, and Jess moaned.

“Do you wanna see her pussy?”   I nodded dumbly.  My dick bobbed along in assent. “Me too,” Andrea said, “I want to see her pussy bad.”

Jessica lifted her ass up, and Andrea tugged, and the black panties slid right off.  Jessica had a beautiful little pussy.  Her clit was pink and swollen, straining out from under its little hood.  Her lips were swollen and puffy and pouting wide open, and slick girl-come was seeping out of her.  She was shaved, totally bare.  I’d never seen that before; I didn’t think that actual girls did that, I thought it was just what porn stars did.  She looked hot like that, soft and sexy.  I liked that I could see every little bit of her pussy.  It was beautiful.

Andrea dove right in and started licking, big loud slurps up and down Jessica’s smooth vulva.  As she licked, she fumbled with the buttons of her own jeans.

“Help me get my pants off,” she said to me over her shoulder when she came up for air.  I obliged, tugging her jeans down as she kicked her legs.  She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.  Her ass was small and pale and sexy, and her cheeks jiggled delightfully as she licked.

Jessica was up on her elbows, playing with her own nipples, tugging on them with her thumb and forefinger, hungrily watching my bobbing erection.  I think she really got off on the fact that I was there, watching them play.  Andrea was concentrating on her clit now, finger fucking Jessica’s pussy and flicking her big fat clit with the tip of her tongue.

“Roll over.” Andrea said, and Jessica did as she was told, flipping over onto her stomach.  She had a tattoo on her left asscheek, a little red devil.

Keeping her hand busy between Jessica’s thighs, fingering her pussy and clit, Andrea started licking up and down Jessica’s ass cheeks.  Jess started moaning out loud into the bedsheets.

I was sitting so close to them I could feel their body heat.  My dick was red and hot and swollen, straining up, begging to be touched; leaking a long gossamer string of clear sticky fluid.

Andrea grabbed my wrist and guided it between her own thighs.  “Stop being so damn shy,” she told me.

She was amazingly wet and slippery down there.  I slid a finger deep up inside her, finding her clit with my thumb.  She moaned, “Oh yeah, God you were always so good at that.  For a guy.”

I loved feeling Andrea’s pussy on my finger.  I remembered back to the time we had once spent together.  She hadn’t let me fuck her pussy, but we had done just about everything else.  Her pussy squeezed my finger aggressively as I slid it in and out, stroking her g-spot.

Meanwhile, Andrea had spread Jessica’s ass cheeks wide and was licking with a purpose.  I couldn’t believe I was watching this.  Jessica’s crinkled little brown asshole winked with desire as Andrea’s tongue circled around it, avoiding it, teasing it, tormenting it, and finally zeroing in on it.

As I watched, Andrea buried her face in between her girlfriends’ asscheeks.  Jessica made muffled appreciative moaning noises as Andrea slurped.  I took a chance and started gently tickling Andrea’s ass with one finger as I worked her clit and pussy with two others.

“Ok, you have GOT to fuck her right now,” Andrea announced, “I have got to see that thing of yours buried in my sweetie’s pussy!”

Jessica scooted up into doggy position as Andrea manhandled me into place.  She took my penis in her small but confident hand, and guided me to Jessica’s dripping entrance.

“Are you ready Baby?”

“Oh yeah!” Jessica replied.  Her fingers were already quite busy on her clit. “Yeah I am.  I am SO ready!”

Andrea rubbed the head of my cock up and down Jessica’s pussy.  “Fuck her,” she told me, slapping me hard on the ass, so hard it stung, “Fuck her pussy really good for me!”

I thrust forward, burying myself deep in Jessica’s drooling sex.  She was really tight inside, and very hot and very wet.  It took me a little while to get all the way in.  It was amazing.  I had never actually been inside a woman without a condom on.  It felt really good.  Really, really good.

Andrea was playing with my balls and my ass.  Every time she brushed against my asshole I jumped a little.  It felt really good, but a little scary too.

“Oh yeah, fuck her good.  Fuck her good and deep.  Oh My God you look so sexy like that!”

Andrea was masturbating as I fucked Jessica.  Jessica was enjoying the hell out of it, humping back against me and flogging her own clit.  I watched Andrea come, her fingers furiously rubbing her clit, as she watched me fuck her girlfriend.  She looked beautiful as her orgasm washed over her, making her brow wrinkle and her boobs blush pink and blotchy.

I was super turned on, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out.  I wanted Jessica to have an orgasm before I came inside her.

Andrea started playing with Jessica’s ass again.  The volume of her moans increased.  Andrea slid her slippery middle finger up Jessica’s butt.  I could feel it inside, pressing against my thrusting dick.  It was almost too much for me.  I stopped fucking and froze, mentally adding up the exponents of two: 2, 4, 8,16,32,64…

Andrea’s finger was sliding in and out of Jessica’s crinkled asshole, and it felt dangerously good. My poor overexcited cock twitched impatiently inside Jessica’s juicy pussy.  (4096, 8192…)

“Fuck me in the ass.”  Jessica looked back over her shoulder at me and wiggled her rear end invitingly.

I’d never done that particular thing.  I’d kind of always wanted to, I’d definitely fantasized about it, but it had never happened.  I’d always been afraid that the girl wouldn’t like it, that she’d be grossed out or think I was a pervert, or that it would hurt her.

“Fuck me in the ass.  Hurry.  Stick that cock up my butt.  Please.”  I looked over at Andrea.  She just raised one eyebrow and made a face I couldn’t read.  Her hand was still busy between her own legs, where she had a couple fingers making squishy noises caressing her own pussy.

I pulled out of Jessica’s pussy.  My cock was coated in her juices.  It looked really sexy.  Andrea gave me a quick peck on the cheek and fetched a little bottle of lube from the bedside table.  She dribbled a liberal amount of the clear fluid onto Jessica’s anus, and then guided my very slippery cock up against her girlfriend’s horny little asshole.

“Give it to her gently,” she said, “Our regular toy’s a bit smaller.”

“Yeah, give it to me hard,” Jessica said, “I want it, please.”

I pressed into her.  She pressed back against me.  Her ass opened up, and slowly, very slowly, my dick disappeared inside her.  She was unbelievably tight, almost painfully tight.  Andrea watched, wide eyed, as I slowly worked my cock all the way up Jessica’s tiny little butt.  I don’t know how long it took.  Jessica made a lot of noise, but it sure sounded like she was enjoying herself.  Her finger kept busy on her clitoris. At last I was all the way in.  My pubes were pressed against her asscheeks.  It felt like my dick was being grasped tightly in a strong, soft fist.

“Does it hurt?” I asked

“No it doesn’t hurt at all.  It feels so fucking good.  Fuck me.  Be a little gentle, but fuck me hard!”

What?  I decided not to worry too much about what that was supposed to mean.  I was way too turned on to puzzle that one out.

Andrea slithered around to the front, presenting Jessica with her wide open and sopping wet pussy.  She has a really sexy pussy too, with nice fat lips and a neatly trimmed brown bush.  Jessica dived in, moaning out loud into Andrea’s puss, lashing it up and down with her tongue.

I started fucking Jessica’s tight ass, slowly at first, then harder and faster.  The harder I thrusted, the louder she moaned, and they definitely sounded like happy moans to me.  I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.  I reached under her belly and slid my middle finger up into her pussy and rubbed her clit with my thumb as I fucked her ass.  She was getting so loud that it was almost scary.  I felt her come, her ass spasming on my dick, her pussy squeezing my finger.  It set me off, and pounded her rump hard until I came deep inside her asshole, my cock twitching and spurting out what seemed like gallons of come, while I shouted her name out loud as her ass wiggled and bucked under me.

Later, when we were all showered and cleaned up and more or less dressed, we all sat down together on the couch.  Andrea had cracked open a bottle of wine.

“Mmm that really was the best birthday present ever!” Jessica said, snuggling up to Andrea and giving her a big wet kiss.

“I’m glad you liked it sweetie,” Andrea said, “That was really hot.”

“Yeah it was.  It’s been such a long time since I’ve played with a boy.  You’re a really fun one,” she said to me.

“Thanks.” I said.

“But you know what?  It’s going to be kind of hard to get me pregnant like that.”

“Well we’ll just have to keep on trying now won’t we?” Andrea said, sipping her wine, “We’ll keep on trying until we get it right.”

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Joey Comes To Visit

June 12, 2009 at 7:50 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged ,

1.

I’d been living in New York just over a year, and I was happy there; I felt like I’d finally found someplace I belonged.  When I first stepped off the bus deep into the bowels of the Port Authority Bus Terminal, I was a lost girl: broke, alienated, and socially retarded.  Now I had my own little studio apartment in Brooklyn; a decent-paying job rewriting code for old ATM machines, and a few good friends.  No sex life, no dates; not even the prospect of one.  But in general, life was alright.

My friend Joe emailed me to let me know that he was thinking about moving out here, and wanted to know if he could possibly stay in my apartment for a while.

Of course he could.  I remembered how stifling our little Midwestern town could be.  I remembered what it was like to live with your mom and dad.  Joe could stay with me as long as he wanted.

So Joey showed up on my stoop one chilly and frosty Saturday morning in January, looking tall and cold and a little lost, all his stuff packed up in the bulging gym bag at his side.

Joey had originally been more my little sister Alex’s friend than my own.  He was nineteen or twenty, eight or nine years younger than me, and he was taking a break from college for a while to figure out what he really wanted to do with his life.  I had entertained idle fantasies about jumping his bones for years, ever since Alexandra first introduced us, and of course the idea of having him under my very own roof totally brought out the pervert in me.  But I pretty much dismissed that thought right away.  Joe has a beautiful body, a swimmers body, long and lean; and I am not by any stretch a pretty girl.

I set Joe up on the futon in my living room.  Quarters were tight, but he seemed happy, and it was really kind of nice to have him around.  I couldn’t wander around the place topless anymore, and I had to get dressed right away after showering; but I could always lock myself in my bedroom and jill off to internet porn, so it was ok.

Joey got a job waiting tables, and made some friends of his own, so after the first couple weeks I didn’t see him nearly as much.  And I was pulling a lot of long days at work myself.

So it was kind of a surprise for both of us when I came home early on Friday and walked in on Joey, sitting in front of the computer in my bedroom with his pants around his ankles and a hand wrapped around his (quite sizeable!) cock.

“What are you doing?” I blurted out without even thinking.

“Um, is that a rhetorical question?” His face had turned a bright red.  I felt kind of bad for embarrassing him like this.

“Well don’t stop on my account!” I told him.

“Are you serious?” his hand started moving again between his legs.  Between each stroke I could see the purple head of his cock.  There was a fat little droplet of clear precome balanced on the end, leaking out of his pee-hole.  It quivered as he moved.

“Sure,” I said, trying to sound totally nonchalant, “Why not?  Everybody does it, right?”

On the monitor, I could see that he was looking at one of my favorite porn sites.  Punk rock girls with piercings and tattoos frolicked naked on the screen.  Joe’s hand had never really stopped moving, and he wasn’t blushing quite as deep a shade of red anymore.

I turned as if to leave the room.  “Just don’t get any come on the keyboard, ok?”  When girls masturbate in front of the computer, we just leave damp spots on the chair.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “I’ll be careful.”

I stopped in the doorway with my back to him.  “You know,” I said, “I’ve got some lube if you want it.”

“Really?” he asked, “That’d be great.”

I’d never actually watched a guy masturbate before and honestly, even though I knew it was weird and perverted of me, I was a little bit fascinated.  Ok, more than a little bit fascinated.  I thought it was pretty fucking hot.  I didn’t really have that much firsthand experience with the male anatomy; I’d slept with a couple guys in college, but it had always been dark and socially awkward and there had been alcohol involved.  Back in Ohio, I’d been all about the girls, until indiscretion got me fired and more-or-less run out of town.  Ever since I’d been in New York my sex life had consisted of double-A batteries for my vibrator and a high-speed internet connection.  Not that I’m complaining or anything.

Trying not to stare, I walked over to my bedside table and pulled out the little bottle of AstroGlide that I keep in there.  On my computer screen, a blonde girl with Chinese dragons tattooed up and down her arms was wearing nothing but an unzipped leather jacket.  Her nipples were pierced and her pussy was bare.

I tossed Joey the bottle, and watched as he coated his dick in the clear syrupy liquid.  His erect cock looked even nicer all wet and shiny and slippery.

“Do you mind if I take off my shirt?” he asked.

“Ok,” I replied, standing stupidly in the center of the room watching as he pulled his t-shirt off over his head.

Joey was a hotty, no fooling.  He was tall and lanky and had a nice smooth chest with pointy little brown nipples surrounded by circlets of hair; and a black triangle of hair at his crotch with a faint little treasure-trail leading up toward his navel.

I took a deep breath.  “Do you mind if I just watch?”

“Um,” he said blushing again, “I guess I don’t mind if you don’t mind.”  He was really cute when he blushed like that.

I took a couple cautious steps closer to him.  I could tell that I was soaking wet inside my panties.

His hand was moving faster and faster, squeezing his cock tight.  I noticed that he wasn’t even looking at the girl on the computer screen; his eyes were fixed on me.  His stare made me feel deeply self-conscious.  But I couldn’t leave the room, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.  This was way better than any internet porn.

I felt unbearably awkward and shy.  I felt my cheeks burn as the blood rushed to my face.  I was the one who was blushing now.

“Would you mind taking your shirt off too?” he whispered huskily, “If you don’t mind.  That would, you know, help.”

I nodded, biting my lower lip hard, threatening to draw blood.  Slowly, hands trembling, I unbuttoned my blouse.  I unsnapped my bra and without ceremony let it fall to the floor.  My breasts were flushed with excitement, and my nipples were all hard and pokey-outy.

I personally don’t think my boobs are all that.  They’re not small, but their not that huge either, and the nipples tend to point off in opposite directions.  They are sensitive though; often when I masturbate I like to suck on one nipple while I bring myself off.

Apparently that did it for Joey.  His hand was like a fucking piston on his cock.  His delicate balls were drawn up tight and jiggled deliciously with every stroke.  All of a sudden, his whole body went rigid.  His stomach muscles clenched sexily and he groaned out loud, a long, soft, guttural growl.  Semen spurted out the end of his engorged dick, all the way up past his navel and onto his smooth chest.  Gob after pearly gob pumped out.  That sure was a lot of come!

His hand slowly stopped pumping as his cock wilted in his fist.  He gently milked the last drops of come out of the end of his tool.  There was a huge puddle of come on him, stretching from his pubes, filling his bellybutton, spattered drops flung all the way up to his chest just below the nipples.  I was so horny I thought I might come just squeezing my thighs together.

We stood looking at each other for a long moment, just breathing.  I hadn’t realized how close I had gotten to him while he had been doing it; I could feel the heat radiating off his very nearly naked body.

Without saying a word, I extended one index finger and dipped it in the big pool of ejaculate on his belly.  It was warm and sticky.  I brought the finger to my mouth and tentatively licked it off.  It was bitter and salty, and reminded me of rice pudding.  While it wasn’t exactly delicious, it was almost unbearably sexy.  I’d never tasted boy come before; I decided that I didn’t mind it at all.  Not even one little bit.

“You should go take a shower,” I said.  Joey wordlessly stood up, his fat cock hanging heavily between his legs.  “Don’t put your pants back on, you’ll just get come on them.  Go, shower!”

He stepped out of his crumpled pant legs and walked out of the room, slowly, almost as if he was in a trance.  Fuck me, he had a cute little ass on him too!  As soon as he shut the bedroom door after himself, I pulled my own jeans down.  I didn’t even bother grabbing my vibrator.  I just knelt by the side of the bed, jeans and panties around my calves, and rubbed my swollen little clit like a maniac.  I came hard and fast: two, three times in a row, moaning into my bed sheets.  It was intense.

2.

I didn’t actually see Joey again for another two days; I had to be at work before he even woke up, and by the time he got home I was usually already in bed.  I played the incident out, over and over in my head.  It made excellent masturbation fodder.  Since he’d come to stay, I hadn’t been using my vibrator.  I was too self-conscious.   I’d been afraid that he’d hear the obnoxiously loud buzzing of it’s little motor through the paper-thin walls, and know exactly what I was doing.  I stopped worrying about that.  Actually, I half-hoped that he did hear me.

When I got home Friday afternoon, he was curled up on the futon reading a book.

“Hey Dude,” I called as I walked in the door.

He blushed (how cute!) and put down his book.  “Hey.”

I came in and sat down on the end of the futon.  “Listen,” I said, “about the other day… Was that too weird for you?”

“I meant to apologize to you for that.” he said sheepishly.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything!” I said, “You can look at porn on my computer whenever you want.  Just don’t get any viruses on my machine.”

“Ok” he said.

“Or get come on the keyboard.”

He laughed.

“So listen…” I said.

“Yeah?”

“Do you feel like doing it again?”

“Now?”

“Uh, yeah.  If you feel like it.”

He was already unbuttoning his jeans.  I noted with satisfaction that there was a nice looking bulge going on in the front of his boxer shorts.

“Would you take your top off again?” he asked as he kicked his underwear off.

“Sure,” I pulled my sweater off over my head and wriggled out of my bra, “You should take your shirt off too.”

He was naked and really hard and he looked delicious.  This was really freaky.  Freaky, but hot!  His long, skinny body was draped on the couch right next to me, nice fat cock bobbing around for my viewing pleasure.

“You can come on my tits this time,” I said shyly, “If you want to I mean.”

He knelt next to me while I lay down on the futon.  I had a prime view of the action going on between his legs.

“Would you take off your pants too?”

I hesitated for a second, then shrugged.  “Sure.”  I unsnapped my slacks and wriggled them off.  I sort of wished that I had put on sexier underwear that morning; I was wearing plain white panties.

He started stroking in earnest.  I loved the strong, confident way that he handled his cock.  God it was so sexy!  It was all I could do not to shove my own hand down my panties and masturbate along with him.

There wasn’t as much come as there had been the other day, but he squirted it all over my breasts, which I thought was hot as fucking hell.  I spread his semen around on my boobs, stiffening my nipples, and idly licked my fingers clean.  A girl could get used to that action.

Joey was lounging naked next to me, watching. “Would you do that for me too?”

“What?”

“You know, masturbate.  Let me watch.”

“No!” I sucked air through my front teeth, “…I’m too shy!”

He let it go at that.  If he’d been just a little more assertive, I thought later on as my vibrator plunged in and out of my slippery pussy, I might just have put on a show for him.  I might just have at that.

3.

It was Sunday morning, and I skipped yoga.  Joey was still asleep, his tousled dark hair half obscured by his blanket, when I stepped into the shower.  When I came out, warm and pink and moist and wrapped up in a big purple towel, he was sitting up in bed.

“Hey”

“Hey”

Long, stifled, uncomfortable pause.  Me:  “So, you feel like…?”

Him:  “Yeah.  Yeah I do.”

He pushed the blanket back.  He was wearing Frosty the Snowman boxers, and his cock was making a delightful-looking snowman right in the middle of them.  I let the purple towel fall onto the living room floor, felt hot and self-conscious as his eyes traveled over my naked body.

He peeled off his wintery boxer shorts, letting his big fat cock spring free.  I knelt on the floor next to the bed, head cradled in my arms, watching him handle himself.

Oh God, his cock looked delicious!  It was so sexy, watching him stroke himself in his strong confident hand.  He was pinching one of his little brown nipples with one hand while he worked his cock with the other.  I let one hand slip between my own thighs.  I was hot down there, wet and slippery.

“Would you like to come in my mouth?” I asked him quietly.

“You don’t mind?”

Up until the other day, every encounter I’d had with boy come had ended up on the inside of a condom.  But now that I’d had a taste I was an addict.  It’s not that it was delicious or anything… if anything it kind of reminded me of snot.  It’s just that it was so fucking sexy!

I crept closer and opened my mouth up wide.  Resting my chin on his bed sheet, I stuck out my tongue.  I knelt between his legs, his thighs to either side of my ears.  He laid the purple head of his cock down on my tongue.  It was so hot, so alive, I nearly jumped when his flesh contacted mine.  His hand was moving rhythmically up and down the shaft, gripping it with just the thumb and forefinger.   His cock twitched with every stroke.  Being super careful with my teeth, I gently closed my lips around the head of his dick.

He was making these delicious animal noises and I could feel his penis swelling and straining in my mouth.  I wanted to swallow him whole.  I wanted to jump up and grind my pussy into his crotch.  I wanted to jam my cunt onto that dick.

But before I could do any of these things, Joey stiffened and shouted out loud.  I felt his cock spasm, and a second later he was flooding my mouth with his thick, slippery, faintly bitter semen.  I savored it, drinking every last drop, milking him until he became too sensitive to touch.

When he was finished, he smiled big.  “Thanks!” he said, “Now I’ve got to get dressed, I’m running late for work.”

I lay there naked on his futon, watching him get ready.  In a way it was just as sexy to watch him get dressed as it was to watch him get naked.  My finger kept sneaking down between my thighs, caressing my extremely wet and frustrated sex.

As soon as Joey was out the door, I masturbated myself to an explosive orgasm, right there on his bed.  Three fingers of one hand were jammed up my pussy, the little finger penetrating my asshole; the forefinger of the other hand was a blur on my poor swollen clit.  I came and came, convulsively, until the tears rolled down my cheek.  By the time I was done, there was a big wet spot on his bed.

4.

He tried to mention it casually; he tried to be gentle about it.  There was a girl at work, a girl his own age.  They had been seeing each other.  They were dating.

I knew what that meant and I tried not to let it hurt me.  They were a couple.  There could be no more jack-off games between me and Joey.

I didn’t sleep well, and I was awoken from a frustrating and vaguely erotic dream.  The living room light was on, I could see under the crack of my bedroom door, and I could hear voices out there.

Quiet as I could be on the creaky floorboards, I cracked the bedroom door.

She was skinny, and she had gorgeous red hair, and her tits were bigger than mine, the bitch.  They were on full display because she, still in her black work pants, was kneeling in front of Joey, who was beautiful and naked, and she had a mouth full of his cock.

I could hear the little slurping noises she made, see his wet dick sliding in and out from between her lips, her freckled cheeks bulging with it, her large soft breasts jiggling with every move.  His hand was caressing her curly red hair, he was softly encouraging her.

Then she stood up, letting his big wet dick swing free, and kissed him passionately on the lips.  Her big tits mashed up against his bare chest.

My finger found my own clit, and my pussy was already slippery and drooling.

She stepped back from him and undid her pants.  They fell to the floor, revealing long, slender legs and a pair of black thong-style panties.

They kissed a while more, as his hands roamed over her body, stroking her thighs, her tits, feeling up her tiny little ass.  Then he hooked his thumbs around her panties and pulled them down in one smooth motion.

Her pussy was shaved bare, just like in the pornos.  Her plump outer lips pouted sexily.  I had a finger deep inside my pussy and it was making little squishing noises as I moved it in and out.  I could smell their sex.  Or maybe it was just my own.

He grabbed a condom from somewhere, ripped it open and rolled it down his pole.

I lost my view for a little while.  They fell onto the futon bed together, and I couldn’t really see what was going on.  I could hear though.  Oh man could I hear!

While they fucked, I let my fingers do the walking.  I was right on the edge.  And then they changed positions.  Joey maneuvered his girlfriend so that she was on her knees on the edge of the futon, bent over so that her head was resting on her hands on the floor, her big tits hanging out and her pale little ass thrust up high.

He went at her from behind, fucking her hard, slapping her ass and making her boobs shake.  She was loving it.  “Oh yeah, Oh Joey, fuck me!  Yes!  Fuck me harder!”

His eyes were closed in concentration, his jaw was clenched.  I was so fucking wet the girl-come was leaking out of me in long sticky strands.  My clit felt like it was the size of a fucking ripe tomato.

“You’re gonna make me come Baby,” she growled up at him, “Stick a finger up my asshole, please.”

He slowed his pace down a hair, and very deliberately took his index finger and slipped it into his mouth like a little penis.  I saw it glisten with saliva.  He traced it down between the cleft of her buttocks.  I saw her arch her back as his finger penetrated, and she rose up onto her hands and thrust back, matching him stroke for stroke.

Her red hair was a wild mop, her flushed tits shook and swung, her face (when I could see it) was a mask of ecstasy.  She came loud and she came violently.  If they had been in any way worried about waking me up, that was long forgotten.

She finally calmed down a little bit.  Joe extracted his finger from her ass, placed his hands on her disgustingly petite hips, and started fucking her in earnest.  I recognized the expression on his face.

“Come for me Joey, fuck my fucking cunt with your big dick!  Oh my God, I want you to come in my pussy!” Redhead moaned up at him.  She had a hand up between her legs, doing (I suspected) exactly the same thing I was doing at that exact moment.

I swear Joe was looking straight at me, staring right at my barely-cracked-open bedroom door.  In one motion he pulled his raging cock out of her pussy, whipped off the condom, and grasped his penis in one strong hand, shouting something unintelligible and squirting come, white pearly come, all over Redhead’s back.

I came at that instant like a dam breaking, chewing bruises into my forearm to keep from screaming out loud.  I came like a slut, wagging my ass and grinding my clit in the safe enveloping darkness of my bedroom.  When the spasms stopped, when I finished shaking, I extricated my sticky fingers and eased the door shut.  I climbed into bed.  But it was a long time before I could fall asleep.

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To Spend The Night

June 9, 2009 at 2:44 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged ,

“Hey, it’s me.  I wanted to see if I could come over.”

There is silence on the other end of the line.  I can hear him breathing.

“I’m not going to jump you or anything.  I’m just lonely.”

I am sitting on the folded-out futon couch in the drafting studio of my friend Nora’s apartment, where I have been living for the past eight days.  I am wearing a pair of black men’s boxers and nothing else.  The August heat permeates the room, causing little rivers of sweat to run down my body, but I don’t turn on the a/c.  My forehead is covered in salty droplets. The trickles run down between my boobs and irritate me; the waistband of my underwear is damp.  I realize that my hands are shaking.

On the big flatscreen monitor, a couple is fucking, permanently locked in a frozen instant of copulation.  They look real, like they could be my own coworkers or neighbors, definitely not porno types.  She is a little chunky, and her breasts are on the small side.  Her mouth hangs open, her brow is wrinkled in concentration, her eyes half closed.  Her nipples are pink and erect, and she has a hand between her thighs, presumably busy with her clitoris.  He is skinny, and has a little bit of a beer gut.  He should have shaved.  There is a Drinky Crow tattooed on his bicep.  The head of his cock is buried in her asshole.  His balls are drawn up tight, and lubricant glistens on his shaft.  His eyes appear to be focused on the back of her neck.

The initial shock of breaking up left me numb, torn apart, unable to feel anything except a dull ache, a sadness where my soul should have been.  I went through the motions like a robot, pulling the stuff I couldn’t live without out of our place and into Nora’s studio; working long hours and eating crap food; drinking each night with Nora.  After the first few days, I adapted.  Nora let me alone, for the most part. I found myself in the weird position of being desperately horny, and yet physically unable to masturbate.

“Sure, come on over.” he says “Bring beer.”

The subway ride to Brooklyn takes forever.  It is stifling hot in the station; frigid in the train.  A group of high-school kids laughs and screws around at one end of the car.  Working class people, all different shades of brown, sit stony-faced and exhausted, coming home after a long day in the land of opportunity.  I am the only white girl in the car.  I can feel their eyes on me, even when I know they aren’t looking.

I pick up a six pack of Negra Modelo at the corner bodega.  The shopkeeper speaks no English, but it doesn’t matter.  I walk the remaining six blocks to his apartment as night falls over the city.

He buzzes me in.  Three flights of stairs.  Graffiti, trash, and flickering fluorescents.  He is waiting for me in his apartment door, and my heart turns summersaults.  We look at each other for just a moment, standing there in his doorway.  I feel a little bit alive again.

He takes the beer from me.  Opens one bottle for each of us, puts the rest in the fridge.  He hasn’t said a word to me, and suddenly I am afraid that he is angry, that I shouldn’t have come over.  I feel like an asshole.

He takes my hand in his, and I know that it is ok.  “I’ve got to work in the studio for a while still” he says “I’m in the middle of something.  You can’t be in there with me.  Way too distracting” he favors me with a smile “Watch tv.  Read a book.  I won’t be too long.”

He goes into the studio and closes the door.  I try to watch tv, but I don’t want to watch anything that’s on.  I try to read a book, but I can’t concentrate.  There is a porn videotape sitting on top of the vcr- one that I loaned to him- and I play it with the sound turned way down as I drink my beer.  Girls fuck guys with strap-on dildos.  I feel strangely guilty about getting all turned on.  I don’t want him to walk in on me watching the tape, so when the bottle is empty, I eject the video and try to read a book.  I turn the pages, but none of the words stay in my head.

He finally comes out of the studio.  He has dinner already made for us; cold gazpacho soup and buttered bread.  We sit on the couch and drink another beer.  Our legs are pressed against each other, and our fingers keep interlocking.  It feels so good, just to be with him.  We talk, and it is comfortable, but what we talk about isn’t important.  I am hugely aware of my cunt, hot and slippery, hidden beneath jeans and boxer shorts.  His t-shirt spills down over his crotch, but I can still see his hard on, and it makes me ravenous.

We shower -separately- and brush our teeth, just like this was all fucking normal or something.  We go into his bedroom and kiss for a while.  It feels really good.  If I got any more horny, I think I’d melt.  It is hot in here, and the sounds of the city at night filter in through the open window.  A box fan hums, moving the humid air around the room, and generating a soothing white noise.  He turns out the lights, and we undress.  I know that he will sleep in the nude.  I retain my boxers and bra.

“We can’t do anything tonight” he says.

“Yeah, I know” my clit is like a marble, a big shooter nestled in between my labia.  I can feel it throbbing in time with my pulse.

“It’s not like I don’t want to…”

“Yeah, I know” I know his cock, if only by touch (and that through frustratingly thick layers of denim and cotton underwear): it is big and hard and uncircumcised and delicious, and it is just across the bed from me.  It takes a physical effort not to drop my head onto his lap and suck it into my mouth this instant.

We lay together on the bed in the darkness, I don’t know how long, fingertips and toes brushing against each other, generating little storms of electricity.  I want to lay my head on his chest and hear his heart beating, but I can’t.  There is a threshold of touching that we can’t cross tonight, not if we aren’t ready to fuck.

It is hot.  It must be late, and I have to get up early to make it into Manhattan to go to work.  Screw it, I peel off the boxers and bra.

“I can’t sleep either” he says in the darkness next to me.

“Do you want to masturbate?”

“Yeah.”

My hand is between my legs like a guided fucking missile.  I tug on my nipples, run my fingers up and down my slit.  I am shockingly wet.  I suspect that I am leaving a puddle on his sheets; I suspect that he won’t mind.  I let my fingers slip inside, feeling how hot and slippery I am, wishing that it was his fingers, his tongue, his cock.  My clit can’t stand it anymore, she is crying out for attention.  Slowly, but faster and faster, I rub in little circles.  My other hand slips between my ass cheeks, tickling, pressing into my anus.  I wish he could see me.  I can just make out his silhouette, lying on his side across the bed from me, his own hand busy between his legs, his breath deep and raspy.  This pushes me over the edge, and I am coming, a long, slow, deep orgasm that starts in my toes and shakes my whole body and makes me moan and whisper his name.

“I’m coming too” he whispers.  His hand is going like a sewing machine, I can feel the bed shaking.  I have two fingers up my cunt now, grinding myself against the palm of my hand and I am going to fucking come again.

“Can I come on you?”

“Yeah, oh fuck yes!” and suddenly he is coming.  I hear him gasp, and his hot semen splashes onto me, landing on my stomach, my chest, my tits.  There is a lot of it.  He comes and comes, making a big salty puddle on me.  I spread it around with my fingers.  It is sticky and slippery and feels cool in the night air.  He kisses me on the forehead, then on the lips.  I bring my wet finger up to my mouth, and lap up his salty essence.  Now he is inside me.

I can tell from his breathing that he has fallen asleep, and I will have to sleep soon too.  Morning will come soon, and before he is awake again I will have left, for my job and for the couch in Nora’s studio.  Tonight, we are just two lonely bodies cast adrift on a wide and troubled sea.

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