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Too Hot

By: lagneau blanc



This story is a a continuation of a previous one: "Sleepless"; it follows the same individuals, settings and obsessions. The events take place in one of those unbearable continental summers

*

"It's too darn hot." sang the radio, and Alex hummed with it.

It was really too damn hot, the late June weather was humid, sticky and nasty. Paris in the summer is unbearable, he thought, sweating at his computer. The pollution from the boulevard made the air heavy and unpleasant, no wonder everyone leaves in the beginning of July. But this was still June, and already too hot to do anything.

"According to the Kingsley report, every average man in town, likes to get his favourite sport when the temperature is down..." sang on the woman. True, Alex couldn't really think about sex now, he just felt too sticky and dirty. Alone in the flat, he didn't even imagine checking out porn on the web, just the idea of any more sweating was a big turn off. 

"Ahhh..." he yawned, gazing at the on-screen report he had to read. The heat kept him awake at night and groggy during the day, working was just too hard in times like this. He scratched his back through the sleeveless shirt, feeling the sweat and dirt on his skin. Another shower, his second already, seemed unavoidable to feel decent. 

The sharp buzz of the doorbell woke him from of his meditative scratching. He got up, shook his Bermudas and boxer shorts that got glued to his skin and went to the door.

"Hi Alex," said Claire, as he opened the door and found her standing on the landing.

"Hi Claire, ahh...Daniel isn't here right now." 

"I know, we're meant to meet here." She said as she kissed him on the cheek and walked into the living room, dropping her bag on the couch. 

"Am I disturbing you?"

"No, of course you're not." 

Alex watched her going in. His flatmate's girlfriend wore creamy denims and a yellow top, hanging with two straps from her shoulders. Her dark skin glinting from sweat but also looked smooth and healthy. He looked, without staring, at her breasts as she dropped herself with a thud into the sofa and put her sandaled feet on the coffee table.

"Pheff," she sighed, "I'm exhausted, the heat tires me so much."

"I know," he replied, "do you want some water?"

Claire nodded and shut her eyes, relaxing her arms and slouching into the sofa. He went to the kitchen and filled two tall glasses with some cold water. It was a shame they didn't have anymore beer. He drank one glass, refilled it and took both of them back to the living room, Claire hasn't moved.

"Here, drink, it's important to drink a lot these days." He handed her a glass and sat on the opposite couch.

They drank some water quietly. Alex could feel his body rehydrate, the cold water gave him a strange jolt of energy, like a plant revived. Though he was not looking at Claire, and he knew she wasn't staring at him, there was undoubtedly some sexual tension going on between them. It had already erupted once in a crazy night with Daniel; but since then nothing.

"So what have you been up to these days?" Claire asked after putting down her empty glass. "Still working hard?"

"More or less, I can't really concentrate in this heat." He said, thinking on how he wasted most of the morning avoiding work.

"Yeah, I know, it is so tiring." She leaned and nested her head on the back of the couch. "I think I'll rest for some time before Dan comes, we're meant to go out tonight."

"Sure, I'll turn off the radio."

"Thanks," she said and got up, taking her bag and going into Daniel's room; Alex followed her with his eyes. 

"Have a good siesta." He said as she closed the door.

Alex finished his glass and took them both to the kitchen. Then he returned to his room, sat again facing the computer and sighed. This report was really too dull, and his mind was too heavy from the heat to deal with it. His eyes almost shut as he slouched in the chair and he very nearly fell asleep. In the last minute, before his head thumped the keyboard, he managed to wake himself and proceeded to check his email for the uncountable time today. Surfing the net kept him awake for about ten more minutes, but soon his head slumped once more.

"Right," Alex told himself. "Shower time again." 

He undressed slowly, peeling off his sticky cloths and exposing his pale white skin underneath. Not minding the open window he draped himself in a towel and headed for the bathroom. 

Opening the bathroom door, he was surprised to hear the sound of running water. The shower curtain was drawn, and he could see Claire's dark silhouette behind it. 

"Oh, sorry," he said quickly. "I didn't know you were here." 

"What?" said Claire surprised, "Alex, is that you?" her head popped out from behind the curtain and looked at him. "I was too sweaty to sleep so I decide to take a shower – sorry." 

Alex didn't say a thing; he knew he was meant to apologise and leave, but didn't. He tried not to think of her naked body so near, under the refreshing water, but couldn't stop himself. This made him sweat even more, as he stood on the cold tiles and held his towel tightly around his waist. It seemed almost unfair, the way she robbed him of his shower and made him even hotter.

"Are you still here?" she asked surprised after a few moments. He didn't reply.

"Well, you might as well join me." Her voice came, with an inviting edge, from the other side of the curtain.

"Really?" he woke up, uncertain about the seriousness of her proposition.

"Yeah, come in; just don't tell Dan about it, will you?"

Alex quickly hanged his towel on a something or other, moving slowly the curtain aside, he climbed into the tub. Claire was standing under the water stream, her hands covering her tits and pussy. The water was running all over her tanned body, from her medium-cropped hair, down her broad shoulders, her ample breast, slimmer belly and wide hips. She wasn't a skinny girl, but very far from fat, wide on her shoulders and waist, yet thinner in the middle. Definitely sporty; a strong contrast with his lanky and skinny frame. 

Claire smiled at him shyly, almost apologetically.

"Hi," she said, "here, take the shower head." 

Alex looked at himself, amazed at how white and narrow he looked compared to her. He tried not to get too excited, and keep his cock down. It wasn't even erect yet, but has certainly grown a bit. He took the shower head and sprinkled himself, feeling the water wash away the stickiness of his skin and thee slumpiness from his mind. Then he smiled and splashed her with some water. The tub was very small, but they still managed to stand with almost a meter between them. So he moved closer, attaching the shower to the wall above them.

"Do you think Dan will be mad if he found us like this?" 

"I don't know, not really mad, but certainly annoyed." She replied and shrugged her shoulders. Her body was so close but still they weren't touching.

"Let me see you tits," said Alex, trying to sound as authoritative as he could.

She looked at him with her bright blue eyes and let her arms fall. He looked down and saw her round breasts dangling a few centimetres from his chest; Water was running over them, making them look like two islands in the middle of a river, her nipples seemed hard from the cold water. His mouth felt dry, though they were in the middle of the shower and he had to swallow some spit. Everything felt dreamy, the water, the sight of her breasts, the way she invited him in. 

Slowly, he lifted his hands and gently touched a breast with each. They were firm and solid, and the skin felt smooth when he touched it. She shuddered, just for a minute. Then Alex held them for a short moment, staring at them hard and trying to weight them in his palms. Finally, he slowly started to climbed up with his fingers and reach her nipples.

Alex looked up, and saw Claire looking at him. Her mouth was half open and her eyes were full of anticipation. He grabbed her nipples between his thumbs and middle fingers and started to rub them. They were hard and pointy, and he loved the rough feeling of their texture. With his thumbs, he brushed them softly and then flicked them, watching how they bounced a few centimetres. The water from the shower were running over his hands and down his arms, and covered them with a light sheet of water. Feeling a sudden urge, Alex grabbed again her entire breasts and squeezed them with his hands. He felt he could play with her tits forever.

"Nice?" She asked. 

He nodded. 

"You look like a kid who just got a new toy."

"I am." He replied. Now his cock really started to get hard. Every time he squished her cups his penis rose a few centimetres in the air. 

"They're lovely." He said.

"Go on," said Claire and laughed almost coyly, "I know you want to."

So Alex bended, and took her right breast in his mouth. He started by licking her nipple, tasting the water on it and the small bumps on her skin. He lapped it with his tongue, feeling the hardness of it, and kissed it gently. Then he put his lips around her nipple and sucked softly, imagining there was milk in there; though all he could taste was water. Claire moaned briefly and passed her hand through his wet hair. Slowly Alex began to take more and more of her breast into his mouth, sucking in her aureole and as much as he could of the cup. All this time, his other hand continued to massage her left boob. After playing with her like this for a few moments he moved to the other breast and gave it the same treatment. This was bliss.

Claire reached down and started rubbing her pussy. She moaned and said:

"You're getting me wet, don't stop there."

Alex understood what she meant, and started to kiss her further and further down. He kept his hands clapping her breasts, but descended with his tongue to her belly. She kept one hand rubbing her pussy and the other on his head, pushing him further down. He bended lower and lower until he reached her belly button. There he stopped, though she pushed him lower, and kissed it. Water was flowing in and around it, and he drank it, lapping it like a dog, only horizontally. After this he went lower and soon had no choice but to kneel on the hard ceramic of the tub floor. This he did and was now face to face with her public hairs. The water came running down her belly and into his eyes, which he had to half shut. With a deep breath he started munching on her public hair.

Claire's hair was frizzy in the stream and Alex sucked water off it. He put his hands on her waist and kissed down until he reached her pussy. It smelled clean and fresh, like nothing really. Not wanting to go too quickly, he licked it a few times with wide tongue strokes. He traced the different parts of her genitals, feeling the water sliding through them into his mouth. Up above Claire started moaning, telling him she liked what he was doing. He moved his hands and grabbed her ass cheeks, massaging them and holding them tightly. He tried to explore her labial lips and to reach her clit with his tongue, but it was impossible from this position. So he drew back and looked at her, seeing her face towering above him above her bosom. 

"Lean against the wall and crouch a bit." He told her, pushing her gently. 

She did as he asked, and spread her legs as much as she could. This gave Alex much better access to her pussy, and he buried his face in it. He drank the water that ran on her body and licked her in until he could feel the round button of her clitoris. Her hands pushed him further in, and he took the clit in his mouth and started to suck it.

Claire's body shook lightly. Her voice came, muffled through the noise of the water: 

"Hmm...yes, little sucker, don't stop; I know you love it."

He removed one of his hands from her ass and started penetrating her with his finger. The inside of her pussy was warm and she twitched every time he went it. Slowly and slowly her moans increased, turning deeper but not louder; her body shook more. Sexual energy was building hard in her fast, heading towards an orgasm. He sucked and played with her for a long time, attacking her sensitive parts from different sides, munching, licking and sucking. There was no other thing in his mind than this demanding pussy. He loved being here, literally at her feet. The pleasant stream of water running down her body and onto his head and shoulders, sinking all noises in the constant flow. 

Finally his tongue got tired of the licking and he stopped. Claire looked at him down disappointed, it was clear that she hadn't had enough. He looked up smiling.

"Give me the shower head." He asked from his kneeling position. 

She handed him it and he splashed some water on his face quickly.

"Good, now turn around and face the well." He told her. 

Claire looked intrigued, her eyes were questioning him, but she turned around and balanced herself on the wall, waiting.

Alex took the shower head and started washing her ass. It was a nice ass, round and full, pear like; rather firm as well. He looked at the water streaming down her cheeks and into her ass crack; this excited him very deeply and his cock, forgotten for a while, became hard again. He spread her ass with one hand, and placed the nozzle of the shower head to her butthole. The water current splashed in her ass and Claire giggled. Then, with his finger, he started to penetrate her ass carefully. 

"Alex, you're such an ass fiend." She said. 

He smiled, "you haven't seen anything yet." 

Alex slowly pushed his long finger into her butt, up until the first joint and pulled it out again. Then he stuck it in and kept it there, making half turns with his hand like a screwdriver. With the shower head, passing it around her, he started rubbing her pussy. The strong water current went on and in her clit, giving her a delicate massage. Claire moaned softly and crouched a bit lower. Alex then began a double movement of pushing his finger in and out of her ass while rubbing the water nozzle on her pussy. This was clearly giving her some strong sensations, as she arched her back and pressed harder on the nozzle.

"Ohh," she said, "I like this, I like this a lot. Put your finger deeper... "

"Hold this here, and rub yourself with it." He told her, handing her the nozzle. 

Claire grabbed the shower head and placed it to her pussy. She rubbed it slowly all over her lips and clit, letting the water splash her most intimate parts. She was almost masturbating on it like a dildo, and this clearly an effect on her. Alex, which now had a free hand, started to pinch her clitoris button and insert fingers into her snatch; he kept his other finger in her ass and was playing with both holes. Soon he had two fingers up her pussy and almost an entire one in her behind. Feeling an approaching orgasm, he increased his pumping rhythm, jerking her from back and front simultaneously. The noise of his hand flapping her genitals became louder and louder in the small room, overcoming the running water, and soon mixed with Claire's increasing moans.

Her body started shaking hard, and she had to support herself on the wall, but didn't stop massaging herself. Alex didn't stop either, and explored deeper and deeper inside her with every gesture. After a few moments Claire was really losing control, her moans became turned into hard uncontrolled sighs; she dropped the shower head to the tub floor, as her body was shaking involuntarily. Alex, on the other hand, still didn't stop, and continued to rub her, squeezing all her orgasm out. 

"Ah, ah, ahh" she whispered between pants. "Go slower, go slower please."

Smiling, though she couldn't see it, he reluctantly calmed down the rhythm of his jerks and finally took his finger out of her pussy. He handed her back the shower head, and she hanged it above them. Water started flowing again all over her body, which was still slightly shivering. Alex then took his finger out of her ass as well and spanked her ass cheek lightly.

Claire was leaning against the wall, slowly retrieving her breath. Her pants became softer and softer, until she resumed her normal pace. Then she put a hand on each butt cheek and pulled them apart, showing Alex her small hole. His hands moved to join hers, and held her ass apart. 

"It was a good idea to let you come in," she said. "Now lick my little ass; I want to feel your lips on it before you fuck me there."

Alex smiled, his cock made a small leap, getting all of a sudden very hard in the knowledge he will soon fuck her ass again, as he did some weeks ago. He moved in closer, still on his knees, and slowly buried his face between her ass cheeks. It was hot and dark, and water was flowing all over his face. He smelled the heavy scent of her butt mixed with the smell of water and couldn't get enough of it. With his tongue he started to carefully lick her starhole. He did small, quick laps, licking it and sensing the creeks and ridges of her anus. His face was buried so deep in her generous ass that he couldn't see anything, like a man wondering into a cave, a slippery, wet, tight cave. Claire started, almost mechanically, to rub her pussy again and moan as his tongue explored her behind.

He heard her mumbling something about her ass, but the water in his ears made it incomprehensible. He grabbed her ass stronger, pulling the cheeks further apart to give him move access and continued in his mission. He licked and kissed her anus, circling it with his fingers and trying to push his nose in. It was a fascinating place and he could have stayed buried in her butt for hours, but finally he had enough of this charming ass and got out to get some air.

"I love your ass; I wish I could lick it like this every day."

She laughed mockingly, "I don't think Daniel will agree to that."

Alex slowly stood up, his knees hurt from kneeling so long on the hard tub floor. He looked at Claire, who was standing with her back to him and smiling over her shoulder. Slowly he joined their bodies and grabbed her tits from behind. Their faces were only a few centimetres apart, and his cock, fully erect, was dangling between her legs. He drew her closer and looked in her ear, which was dripping water.

"Kiss me. I want you to taste your ass."

She looked bothered for a second, uncertain about this act of emotion, but then brought her lips forward and kissed his. It was an awkward position, him standing behind her, but their mouths joined for w few moments, exploring each other with their tongues and then separating for air. Then they kissed again whilst he massaged her breasts and she started to move her butt in circles, exciting his cock. 

"Like it?"

"Uh-huh" she nodded. 

"I'm going to fuck you there."

She nodded again, "I want you to." She whispered.

Alex smiled like a child. His hands left, somewhat reluctantly and with effort, her breasts and held her ass again. She pushed against the wall once more and said:

"Go on Alex, you ass freak, fuck me in the ass."

Their loins were joined, and moved in a circle together for a short moment, before he grabbed his hard long, but not very thick, cock and placed it in her crack, exactly between her cheeks. The buns of her ass squeezed the shaft as he pushed them together. Water flowed down her back and gathered into her ass creek where his cock lay. Finally it received the attention he was desperately waiting for. Alex's penis was wet from the water and shining with eagerness to pump her behind.

He pointed his cock to her hole and started brushing the head around her ass ring. She helped him by spreading out a cheek while he held the other. His balls were burning and he felt as if he had to sodomise her quickly otherwise he'll explode. So he pushed the tip against her hole; feeling, more than he expected, resistance.

"This is probably going to hurt a bit", he told her, "but the water should help".


Too Hot!



"Seriously? What the fuck?" Ben grumbled from his bean bag chair. Nobody answered him though unless a half hearted swat from his cat Kree counted. She was clearly tired of listening to him bitch and moan about the hundred and ten degree weather. Not tired enough to give up her spot on his stomach which happened to be directly in the path of both the AC, ceiling fan and a rotary fan but more than enough to express herself. "Don't make me toss you." She opened one eye and stared at him gently kneading his bare flesh with her claws. "Point made."

Summers in southern California were always hot but this year was more than a little ridiculous. It was hot enough that everybody had actually abandoned the pool because the concrete around it was too hot to stand on. Everybody had heard stories before about how it was possible to fry an egg on the sidewalk but today the kids across the street had proven the urban myth to be urban fact. Ben didn't care but the flex alert had been sounded hours ago telling people to turn down their AC's and turn off any device they could spare. Being essentially locked inside however prevented him from obeying that request. Besides he wasn't some hippy liberal punk who listened to the government toadies about their global warming bullshit. 

Kree closed her eye and turned herself around trying to find a more comfortable place and ultimately settling right back where she'd started with a frustrated huff. Ben reached down resting one hand on the cat's back mostly to keep her from wandering too far. He was only wearing a pair of boxers and if she insisted on relocating it needed to be either to his chest or off him entirely. 

Ben had known that setting his ring tone as "Paralyzer" by Finger Eleven wasn't a great idea when he'd done it. He'd learned way back with his first cell phone that he should pick songs he hated for ring tones so he'd hurry up and answer instead of singing along in his head.

"Hello?" Ben mumbled into his phone. He hadn't been expecting anybody to call him. It was his day off and most of his friends were on vacations around the country. It was his ex, Stephanie, and apparently her power had gone out. Like him all her friends had wandered off. She didn't want to call him but she didn't have anybody else. Steph promised to be polite and she'd even pick up a case of beer along with a few cartons of ice cream that were going to melt anyway. Ben was really only half listening to Stephanie but he heard the important parts about beer and ice cream. She said something else about anything he wanted that he simply grunted noncommittally to and told her she could come over. Ben couldn't fathom why she hung up in such a huff. He'd told her it was okay for her to come over and share his AC, have a few beers and eat some ice cream.

Forty or so minutes later Ben had all but forgotten that Stephanie was headed over. He was dreamily alternating between light sleep and watching a Burn Notice Marathon. The doorbell ringing however shocked him from that happy state and back awake though still not in a rush to get up. Kree like the confused not dog she was immediately leapt off his stomach and raced over to the door meowing at the top of her tiny feline lungs. "Quiet Kree. Maybe who ever it is will just go away if I ignore them." The response to that was several angry thuds from the door and Kree leaping into the nearby window and continuing to cry. "Unless you can open the door whoever it is can fucking roast." Ben grumbled turning the volume up. Twice more the doorbell rang and three more angry thuds echoed through the door and Ben continued to ignore it and his cat.

Ben thought he'd finally outlasted whoever it was when his phone rang and an angry Stephanie started complaining about how hot it was outside, a lack of parking so she had to walk half a block and some other whiny crybaby shit that Ben droned out. Someone at the door, someone on the phone, didn't these people understand that today was a day for everybody to just lay back and hold perfectly still. He was about to hang up and tell her to call when she arrived when she mentioned that the beer would get warm if she didn't get it into a fridge quickly. "Oh, why didn't you say so?" Ben hung up the phone and tossed it aside and walked over to the door opening it quickly.

Stephanie had always been an attractive woman but she usually dressed down a bit. Back when the two of them had dated she hadn't had the best of self esteem either. Ben had taken advantage of that and made her do some things that he wasn't proud of but she treated it all as water under the bridge. That was just over two years ago and it had been hard at the time to get her to dress sexy in private. He barely recognized the woman standing in his doorway.

Gone were her shoulder length blonde tresses replaced with red dyed pixie cut that looked a little like something out an anime. Her just slightly more than a handful breasts were hiding behind a bubblegum pink bikini top. Stephanie's cut off shorts were so short that her pockets were hanging lower than the ripped denim and probably covering more of her thighs as well. She hadn't been fat before or even overweight but now she had the slightest hint of abs where a soft belly had been the last time he saw her. "Are you planning on letting me in?" Stephanie asked thrusting the box of beer into Ben's chest. A temporary loss for words struck Ben. He did the only thing that he could and grabbed the box of beer and retreated to the kitchen. Stephanie was right behind him with a bag with three cartons of ice cream in one hand, the other holding a bag with two liquor bottles clanking against each other. "Thanks for letting me come over. You have no idea how fucking hot that apartment can get. Hell I had no idea how hot it could get until today." Ben was still searching for his tongue and trying to keep from staring at her. 

It was more than just the outfit which could have been explained away in the searing heat. Stephanie wasn't carrying herself the same way she had before either. She hadn't even owned any heels before and here she was in sexy if fairly modest platform sandals. Before she'd had an unusual ability to sense when he was looking at her and she'd take a knee or squat down to avoid it. This new Stephanie however either didn't notice or didn't care that she was giving him an eyeful when she bent at the waist to put her liquor in the fridge. The shorts were so short that when she leaned over the fabric partially vanished between her buttocks. Those hadn't been nearly as high and tight the last time he'd seen her either. "Did you want a drink?" Stephanie asked staring at him between her long toned legs. Ben tried to stammer an answer but the best he could manage was grabbing a beer and holding it up with a smile. 

"Okay." Stephanie drawled at his unusual behavior. They'd dated for almost two years and she'd never seen him acting so strangely. It was actually a little annoying not that she was going to say anything about it. She'd worked very hard to drop the eleven and a half pounds she'd lost over the last year and she'd expected him to at least compliment her. The old Ben never hesitated to tell her or any other woman how sexy they were. He usually wasn't particularly subtle about it either. Now she came over with drinks and ice cream dressed like something out of men's magazine and he couldn't say anything to her?

Thrusting two of the three cartons of ice cream in the freezer Stephanie grabbed up a pair of spoons and beer before plopping down on the couch next to Ben. "Ice cream?" She offered a spoon. Ben's eyes didn't leave the television but he managed after a few blind grabs to snag it. Stephanie was glad that he couldn't see the frown on her face right then. The Ben she used to date would have snatched her into the apartment and ravaged her in the door way, against her protests if need be and now he was ignoring her for a TV show she knew he'd already seen because she'd already seen it. "You okay?"

Ben mumbled a response and caught a glimpse of Steph from the corner of his eye. She was directly beneath the vent and the cold air had already hardened her nipples to the point that they were straining against the thin fabric. He couldn't risk staring but it looked like she had nipple rings which she certainly didn't have before. Ben was trying to find the carton of ice cream so he wasn't really sure why he found himself staring at a droplet of sweat that started at the nape of her neck and slipped down between her breasts, traced the faint lines on her stomach and ultimately vanished into her naval. Luckily for him the droplet of sweat had also lead him to the carton of ice cream tucked between her shapely thighs.

"So how are you?" Steph scooted herself closer so her bare thigh brushed up against his. He hadn't changed much since they'd been together. He still had that obvious combination of lazy good looks and lucky genes. Ben still had a cute little belly hanging over the waistband of his boxers but he wasn't joking when he said his idea of a work out was lifting twelve ounces until it became weightless. If he'd so much as go for a walk around the block he'd be trimmed and fit. He either hadn't bothered combing his hair at all or he'd fallen asleep on the couch, probably both knowing him. It didn't matter she preferred the scraggly unkempt look that his hair naturally had. It made him look like a savage. 

It helped that he really was a savage. A wicked brute who knew exactly what he wanted from his women and he would take it. Anne hadn't realized it when she was with him but she actually loved that about him. When they'd been together she often felt like he took her granted and he probably did, she'd certainly taken him for granted. It wasn't until she dated three more men that she realized that no matter what her friends told her not every man was the kind who could take control. She'd rot in the ground before admitting to him, or anybody, that sometimes she didn't want to be asked for permission. 

"Alright you?" Ben dipped his spoon into the ice cream and quickly brought it to his lips. "Oh good gods." It was Cookies and Cream, and not some cheap off brand either, it was Dryers more cookie than cream. 

"Still your favorite I see." Stephanie smiled scooping up a mouthful for herself. Ben was already back for a second scoop gently elbowing her out of the way. She couldn't help but giggle slightly at his adorkable childishness. It was annoying that he'd gone from paying attention to his TV show and ignoring her to paying attention to the ice cream. He'd always had a bit of a one track mind it just wasn't her at the moment.

"Yep." He smiled happily taking a long pull from his beer. "You don't have to wait until there is a natural disaster to bring me melty ice cream and beer you know. These are things you can bring over whenever you are bored." Ben finished his beer and set the empty bottle aside. He shoveled another delicious mouthful of ice cream into his mouth.

"Slow down, you're going to give yourself a headache." Stephanie chided. Ben narrowed his eyes at her trying to look annoyed rather than amused but she'd spent enough time around him to know the difference. 

"Seriously. Beer and ice cream. My door is always open." Ben repeated. 

"I'll keep that in mind." Stephanie replied dryly pushing him aside to get a spoonful of ice cream for herself. "Here I thought the best way to your attention was sex but all I needed was a Cookies n Cream. I'd forgotten what a charmer you are." Ben raised a brow then canted his head slightly to the side before trying to wrap an arm around her. "No, no, no. Don't suddenly start getting friendly with me now."

"Who was getting friendly? I was trying to pin your arms so you'd stop eating the ice cream." He smirked but he wasn't joking, not really. "I'm well aware that I did. . .a lot of stuff to you. I can't apologize because we both know two things. I don't deserve to be forgiven and the truth is I enjoyed it. So I'm not sorry I did it, I just regret that things turned out the way they did."

"Well that's as close to sorry as I think you're capable of being." Ben narrowed his eyes at her again then went for another scoop of ice cream. Stephanie went to block him and was rewarded with the cool cream splattering across her chest and sliming its way down the same path the sweat had followed.

"Got it." Ben ditched his spoon and dove head first into Stephanie's lap dipping into her naval before the ice cream could go any farther.

"I'm not your girlfriend anymore. You can't just do as you like." Stephanie wasn't pushing him away. She was moving the carton of ice cream to the coffee table and smiling. That was much more like the Ben she used to know. "I told you to stop."

"Sorry. Selective hearing. That and I can't let ice cream go to waste." Ben replied licking and slurping at the ice cream occasionally pausing to nibble at a chunk of cookie or the bare flesh beneath it. He finished licking her clean and smiled resting his head on her thighs. "I think that's how you should feed me ice cream." His hands slowly slid up her sides to the strings of her bikini only to be swatted away playfully at first and then more firmly. 

"I already told you, I'm not your girlfriend. I'm just here because you have power." 

"Fine. Be like that." Ben grumbled getting to his feet and walking to the kitchen. Stephanie exhaled. "Do you want a drink; suddenly beer just doesn't feel like enough. Besides Burn Notice is almost over and I think I want to get in a few matches before the East Coasters start going to sleep." 

"Sure. Why the hell not?" Stephanie grumbled. "I assume you've got Coke?"

"Only because people keep leaving their fucking twelve packs here when we get together for football. Why so grumpy all of a sudden?" Ben wasn't actually sure why he was asking. He wasn't usually overly interested in what was bothering people. If they wanted to talk about it they would and if they didn't him asking wasn't going to change anything. 

"I'm not grumpy, it's just hot." Telling him the truth wasn't really an option. 

"Okay." From behind the island it was easy to relax just enough to actually take in his ex without staring at her like she was a piece of meat. It was one of the things that Stephanie hated most about him and something he'd struggled to get in check especially since his more recent girlfriends weren't nearly as forgiving of his eyes, wandering or not. She was stunning, he had to pull his eyes away from her before she noticed him staring and worse before he was going to be forced to explain why his boxers didn't fit quite as well as they did a few moments ago. 

Ben snorted while he poured them both drinks. If this was even six months ago he'd have her hands tied behind her back with her own top. The urge was still there but she was absolutely right about the fact that they weren't together anymore and he didn't have any right to treat her like she was an object. He shouldn't have treated her like that when they were together. That didn't take away from the urge in the least. Stephanie had always called him a beast and he didn't deny it. The truth was he liked it, certainly enjoyed it more than lying all the time or pretending he didn't notice how attractive she or any woman was. 

He forced a smile on and placed her drink down next to her and sat down closer to the TV picking up an Xbox controller and waiting for the system to start up. "Are you seriously going to leave me all alone on the couch with the ice cream?" Stephanie asked picking up the carton and walking over to sit next to him.

"I was going to say yes." Ben replied barely glancing at Stephanie. "You look good by the way." 

By the way. He'd given warmer compliments to her mother. "Really? That's all you're going to say?" Stephanie pretended to stretch intentionally thrusting her foot directly in front of his face. "What's the matter?"

"You're blocking my view." Ben mumbled gripping her slender ankle and gently pushing it down. "Now stop playing Steph. You've made your point."

"Who says I'm playing?" She replied rolling onto her stomach kicking her feet back and forth over her head. 

"Whatever you're doing it's annoying." Ben gulped down half his drink and set it aside. "Now if you don't mind my match is about to start."

It was Stephanie's turn to glare at her ex. There weren't a whole lot of things that could drag his attention away from his video games. She'd never managed it before, certainly not if he had his hands on something brand new. It was definitely one of his least endearing traits. He could probably ignore an earthquake as long as his television didn't tip over. Stephanie rose up onto her hands and knees crawling between Ben and the television making certain to roll her hips with each movement. "Am I blocking your view from here?" She asked in her best baby girl voice. Ben only responded with a slight grunt. Which she knew meant she wasn't blocking him since he would have moved her or himself if she was. 

Ben shook his head slightly trying to keep his eyes on the screen. It was just a bit difficult with Stephanie's breasts swaying beneath her while her upturned rump rolled with her movements. "Fuck." He muttered to himself. If Stephanie hadn't been staring at him she would have believed it was completely due to whatever was exploding on the screen behind her. However she had a perfect view of his cock swelling and slipping out of the opening of his boxers. The worst part for Ben was that he wasn't in any position to subtly do anything about it.

"Oh look at that. Looks like someone is happy to see me." Stephanie sprawled out on her back arching slightly before relaxing into place. 

"You know Stephanie if you don't stop being a tease I might end up doing something. Whether you're my girlfriend or not." Ben's gaze was currently focused on her hips, in particular her shorts which he just noticed had the top button undone and folded over to keep them in place.

"Oh please. If you had the stomach for that you'd already have me pinned against something. I kinda like this new you though. Like a big adorable puppy." Stephanie kicked off her sandals and sat up. "You know I still remember all the degrading things you used to do to me."

"I already told you I'm not apologizing for it and if I had it to do over again I'd probably do that and worse." Ben tilted his head slightly to avoid her gaze. 

"Yeah, yeah. You're not sorry. You just wish I was still that mousy little thing that you treated like an animal." Half of her face twisted up into a smile. "Well I think it's time I got a little pay back." Before Ben could react she had her foot pressed against the underside of his hardon pinning it between his stomach and her toes. He could only gasp not only at the brand new sensation but at the realization that if she'd intended to hurt him he'd be curled up on the floor. "I think I should get to treat you like a piece of trash so you know what it's like." A little bit of added pressure had the desired effect of bringing Ben's eyes off the screen and to hers. "Do I have your attention now?" Ben nodded. "Good. Since you want to act like a little bitch I think I can treat you like one." She started massaging his cock with her foot. 

Ben shuddered. He'd never seen a look that intense from anybody and certainly never expected it from Stephanie. He'd also never had a foot against his crotch. It was nothing like he thought it would be. It felt great, and the obvious threat that with very little effort she could make him very sorry kept him perfectly still. "I'm still not sorry." 

Stephanie reacted by increasing the pressure on his cock just a little. "Who said I wanted you to be sorry? When have I ever asked you for an apology?" Her grin widened and she started slowly working his shaft with her toes. She scooted a little closer and pushed him down to his back with her other foot. "Maybe I just want you to know what it's like to be treated like garbage. Is that okay with you?" Before giving him a chance to answer she stood up and pressed her heel down against his scrotum. Any argument that he may have had was immediately squashed. He nodded his consent. "Good."




Too Hot!



This certainly wasn't going quite according to plan. She'd expected Ben to still be the same rabid animal who did what he wanted and who'd never even consider submitting to any woman let alone her. Now here she was standing over him with her foot resting on his cock. It made sense why he enjoyed having her at his feet now. The rush was definitely a bit intoxicating. He was helpless beneath her. "Are you my bitch?" Ben nodded quickly. Stephanie wondered if he could see how her head was starting to swim. "That's a good little puppy." She started working a little faster against his dick. He was starting to squirm beneath her now. She remembered that look on his face, the one that showed he was starting to get close. "No, you don't get to cum yet." Stephanie stopped. The look of frustration on his face was absolutely delicious. Watching his cock twitching at the very edge of orgasm was just as enjoyable. 

"Hold still." Stephanie ordered. She needn't have bothered. Her foot pressed against his manhood was more than adequate at deterring Ben from doing anything he wasn't explicitly instructed to do. "Hand me the ice cream." He didn't take his eyes off hers when he reached for the carton and offered it up to her. He wasn't really sure if he couldn't or didn't want to take his eyes off he felt like he was locked into place. Stephanie took the carton and poured the melted ice cream down her foot and onto his crotch. Even melted it was still cold enough to send a shiver through his body. Now that he was slick with the ice cream she went back to work faster this time. "Now you can cum puppy." Even if she hadn't given him permission he likely wouldn't have lasted much longer underfoot. His hips bucked against her toes. Ben's face contorted into a familiar look of pleasure when his warm cum mixed with the Cookies n' Cream ice cream already coating her toes and his groin.

Stephanie didn't stop kneading his cock until Ben relaxed beneath her staring up at her. "That's a good lil' puppy. But you're not done yet. Clean me." Stephanie clenched her jaw. One of two things were about to happen. He was either going to throw her down and ravage her like the like the savage beast he used to be or he was going to submit and lick his cum from her toes. There was no way of knowing which he was going to do before he did it. Stephanie's heart was racing in her chest. Careful to keep her eyes locked on his she dangled her foot just a few inches over his face.

Ben recoiled initially as glob splattered down on his lips. She had to be joking. She couldn't possible expect him to lick her feet or eat semen. There was just no way he was going to do something as disgusting and degrading as that. "What? This isn't half as gross as the things you used to make me do every night." Ben had never heard her snarl before. It was surprisingly sexy. She wasn't lying either, this hardly registered compared to what he'd done to her in the past.

Stephanie nearly fainted at the sight of Ben's tongue slipping past his lips and straining towards her foot. Her entire body went stiff, she was certain when he started slowing down that she'd pushed too far and he was about to remind her who he really was. His tongue tickled the sole of her foot for a moment before it was replaced with pleasant warmth. "That's good. Now my toes." One by one Ben wrapped his lips around her toes suckling the mixture of fluids away. "Oh God." She gasped reaching out to grab the bookcase for balance. 

It was turning into a day of firsts for Ben, first time submitting to a woman, first time getting a foot job and now his first time eating semen. It might have been the mixture of his favorite ice cream or the slight buzz he had from his drinks. Whatever it was it wasn't half as big a deal as his female friends had led him to believe. It was just a little thick, like medicine and even with the distinctly salty flavor of Stephanie's toes Cookies n' Cream was still great ice cream. When he was finished he just sank back to the floor looking up at Stephanie. He was to busy winding down to notice that she was just as far gone as he was.

Stephanie managed to make the fact that her legs went from beneath her look like she'd intended to kneel beside him resting her head on his chest enjoying the sound of his heart in his chest. "So that's what it feels like? No wonder you're not sorry." She lightly kissed his chest tasting the fresh sweat there. 

"That's what it feels like to be me. At least it used to." He brought up one hand to rest on her head gently stroking her short hair. Ben chuckled slightly. "It's every bit as bad as any drug and sooner or later you'll want more. Not that I really care at the moment since I can totally claim it wasn't my fault but don't you have a boyfriend?"

"Fiancée actually." Another soft kiss was laid on his chest. 

"Oh. Congratulations." Anne slapped him hard on the chest. "What? Aren't I supposed to be happy for you?"

"No. You're supposed to . . . you know what forget it." Anne frowned slightly. "Why'd you let me go?"

"What was I supposed to do? Throw you in my trunk and not let you out until you agreed that you were better off with a man who had no problem using you as a piss mop when a perfect gentleman was courting you?" Ben exhaled then inhaled deeply. 

"You did worse just for fun." She responded slapping him again a little harder now. Stephanie knew there wasn't anything he could have done then to change her mind at the time. She hadn't expected to miss the feeling of his fingers in her hair yanking her about or being told what to do. 

"That was different. I never-"

"Oh shut your mouth. You did mean to hurt me. You did mean to break me and see just how far you could push me." She didn't sound upset to Ben. Stephanie never seemed upset about the things he'd done. He knew she should hate him but she never seemed to hate him. "Just like I fully meant to humiliate you just now." Stephanie wrapped her leg around one of his. "I'm sorry."

"What for?" 

"That's all you get." This time Stephanie nipped him. "Oh and you're invited to the wedding." Ben's eyes widened. "Don't look so surprised."

"I guess reminding you that I don't do weddings isn't gonna fly here?" Ben sighed.

"Well that depends on if you ever want to see me again. If you miss my wedding we're done." Ben couldn't tell if she was joking or not. "It'll be fun I promise." Ben swore he saw her eyes flicker slightly but he knew that wasn't possible. 



Too Hot for Sex



I lay spread eagle on the bed, arms thrown up over my head. I am lax and stripped of any motivation just as the bed is stripped of everything except it's plain white fitted sheet, lying smooth beneath me. The sweat beads on my moist bare skin are, at most, tickled by the air from the window. They are with me for the duration. The heat is oppressive and the humidity suffocating. 

A fan in the far window churns, pushing air outward as it pulls air in the window next to me, so that it flows mostly under the bed but somewhat over my body. The fan seeks to replicate the playful summer breeze that blew the currents wildly just two weeks ago, but the humidity is simply too much for it. 

The moon floods in through the open blinds like a searchlight seeking to expose me. I toy faintly with the idea of a peeping tom watching me. Would it really bother me? Not really. Let him look. I wouldn't get up right now without a far better reason than that. Someone looking in the window at my naked body simply would not suffice. He would have to be standing there, taunting me with a bucket of ice. I might do a lot of things right now if someone offered to submerge me in ice. 

Heat lightning flashes in the distance, much too far away to be of any use to us. What I wouldn't give for a crashing thunderstorm! Something to sweep the air clean. Buckets of rain pouring down in torrents, swelling the creek and breaking it's boundaries to flow over the land, released from its' confines.

The little lamp in the corner winks out and I hear the fan in the window whine as it slows down to nothing. The air falls completely still. 

"Oh... shit." I can't even summon the energy to swear loudly, but in the next instant the light is back on and the fan winds back up, bringing back my breeze. Though the saturated air does not cool much, it provides some relief in movement. If it stills, I am lost.

You enter, naked as I am, and stop at the foot of the bed. I see you looking down at me in the dim light of the little shaded bulb and recognize the glint in your eye. I want to say it's too hot for sex, to touch, but watching your hand descend to your groin has already created an automatic reaction, a cascade of moisture through my body.

I let one hand steal down my body and dip a single finger into the spring. I draw it out and spread my labial lips with my thumb and ring finger as I used my middle finger to tease up and down my clit. The faintest sensation on the sensitive flesh enough to make my tits harden into nubs.

Your hand holds your now erect cock and begins to leisurely stroke up to the head and down to your balls. Your other hand goes to hold them, caressing. This heat has pushed us too far. We haven't had sex in days and the damn is about to break. 

I see your eyes play over the erect nipples of my breasts and down over my belly to where I slowly stroke myself. They return to my eyes and I feel as if we are connected though feet apart. Perhaps it is the moisture in the air moving the electricity between us so easily. 

I see it in your face before your body betrays you. You're almost there. I slide three fingers into my pussy and use my thumb to rub the sensitive nub as I fuck my own cunt savagely with my fingers. Your eyes are glued to my hand in my sex as your come explodes from your cock. 

As if your salvos of come hitting my belly had triggered it, I feel an orgasm wrack my body, the spasms reaching back to my anus as well. I shudder and let my fingers go still then withdraw them from my gooey pussy. 

You kneel at the foot of the bed as if to pray, hands on my ankles, pulling me toward you. I start to protest, no touching... please, but your hands drop from my ankles as just the tip of your tongue dives in. You scoop the come out and lick me clean then sit back on your heels.

"Sex on a night like tonight," I sigh with a smile. "You are insane."

"Well, I really came in to ask you where the iced tea mix is, but I'm not thirsty anymore." 



Too Hot To Handle



Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror. What a mess I look, she thought to herself. But then it’s always been that way with me. All through school they would laugh at me with my glasses and my pigtails and my plain looks. 

Look at me she said again to herself. What boy would want me? Nearly nineteen and never been kissed! She knew that some of her school friends had been going out with boys for years and she gave a little shudder as she imagined the sexual adventures they must have experienced. Lucky things, she thought. 

She decided to go to the cinema arrived to join a short queue.

 “On your own, Honey”?  It was good-looking boy with an American accent. Jennifer looked behind her to see who he was talking to. 

“Yes, you”, he said. Jennifer blushed and said yes, she was alone. The boy, who said his name was Mark, smiled at her and she smiled back at him. “Why don’t we go in together”, he said. 

It was very dark inside and they had to wait for an usherette with a torch to show them to their seats. Mark held her gently to him as he whispered into her ear. “What is your name”?

 “Jennifer”, she replied nervously.

 “Let me take your coat Jennifer”. She undid the buttons and he pulled it off her shoulders and lightly ran his hands down her figure as he removed it for her. She shuddered as he did so. She supposed it was done innocently enough but even such a mild caress as that was affecting her composure.

He held her hand as they were shown to their seats and seemed reluctant to let go of it when they sat down. The film hadn’t started and the cinema lights were half up as a number of film “trailers” were being shown. Mark  lost no time in once again whispering in her ear.

 “You look really nice, Honey. Just love those pigtails”!

 Jennifer had for a long time considered getting rid of them but because she had almost always had them didn’t know how her hair could be styled in any other way. After all, wasn’t she just plain Jennifer and there was no point in trying to glamorise herself? Now this nice boy was telling her that he liked them!

The lights went down and just as the main feature was getting under way Jennifer could feel Mark put his hand underneath her coat which was on her lap. Her heart missed a beat. What was he trying to do? She sat there like a frightened rabbit but he found her hand and just wanted to hold it. She looked at him and he just smiled and squeezed her hand.  

Innocent, inexperienced little Jennifer was thrilled.

Both of them were far more interested in each other than the boring film. They were no longer holding hands but Mark’s hand remained on Jennifer’s lap underneath her coat. She became aware that he was pulling her dress up over her thighs. When his hand was on her bare thigh he began slowly to slide it up between her legs. 

Jennifer was petrified but at the same time becoming very aroused. She found herself unable to resist and his hand slid easily between her thighs. 

Then rescue came as the film came to an end and the lights went up. Oh why did that have to happen just then?

They found themselves outside the cinema. Jennifer had been dreading that moment when she quite expected this handsome boy to look again into her face and see just “plain Jennifer”.

 Instead Mark asked her if he could take her to the local pub for a drink. Shyly she accepted. This was another first in her life. She had never been inside the only pub in the area! 

They entered and Jennifer immediately recognised the girl behind the bar. Gloria was the daughter of the landlord and someone who had been through school with her and mostly in the same class. She was the complete opposite to Jennifer. 

Gloria recognised her and smiled to herself. “Who would have thought it – seeing Jennifer in her pub and with a boyfriend too”! For herself she had been conscious of her sexuality from an early age and now she stood confidently behind the bar with her plunging neckline and thrusting breasts. 

They sat at a table in the corner and Mark explained that an American satellite station was being set up in the local area and he would be part of a team to manage it. Jennifer contributed very little to the discussion but despite her obvious shyness, what she didn’t know was that Mark was really quite taken by her. Perhaps it was her shyness and vulnerability that attracted him.

They left the pub and Mark put his arms around Jennifer and kissed her. She returned his kiss with passion. As they were kissing Mark’s hand dropped to Jennifer’s bottom and he pressed her to him. 

She suddenly realised that it was his erection that she could feel against her. She gasped and broke away from him.

 “I do believe that you are blushing again said Mark”, with a wicked grin!

They arranged to meet the following evening and Mark picked her up in his car at the end of the road so that Jennifer’s Father, who was very strict, wouldn’t know. They drove to the large house which had been leased by the American authorities to house most of their staff.

“Lets go to my room”, said Mark and Jennifer nervously followed him up a flight of stairs.

 When she was shown into the room she realised that it was a combined lounge and bedroom. Her eyes went straight to the double bed and she coloured up. 

Mark began to laugh. “Please don’t laugh at me”, said Jennifer in a rare show of confidence. “I hate being laughed at”. 

Mark apologised and offered her a drink. She sat on a sofa whilst Mark sat on the edge of the bed. 

“Come over here”, said Mark, “and don’t be so shy, Jenny”.

 She was gaining in confidence and went over to him. He remained seated but parted his legs for Jennifer to stand between them. Then he put his hands on her bottom and buried his head in her breasts. 

Everything was happening so fast to her but Jennifer was loving it and a little voice inside her kept egging her on. This time she took the initiative and bent down to put his head in her hands while she kissed him. A wonderfully sexy kiss with moist feminine lips.

 His response was to put his hands under her dress and slide both hands under her panties and against the cheeks of her sexy bottom. 

His rough hands were caressing her soft voluptuous bottom and Jennifer was on fire! Her resolve was melting and when Mark picked her up and laid her on the bed she was unable to made any attempt to resist him. Now Mark was kneeling between her legs and bending down to kiss her again.

She felt completely helpless and knew that she was entirely under his control. 

His hand was under her skirt and inside her panties. He could feel just how aroused she was and contented himself by gently and skilfully playing with her clitoris. She lay there like a frightened fawn. 

However, when once again he made to kiss her she responded with equal eagerness and Mark just knew that Jennifer had completely surrendered to him.

Mark was undoing the belt of her skirt and when he held the hem with the intention of pulling it off Jennifer obediently lifted her bottom to allow him to do so. Then he methodically undid each of the buttons of her blouse. 

Jennifer just lay there and Mark looked down at her and straight at the damp patch on her panties. Jennifer could see what he was looking at but could do nothing about it except blush once more!

He lay beside her again and this time she raised herself on one elbow and her blouse, with the buttons undone fell open and revealed her curvaceous breasts inside her bra. She kissed his mouth and put hot little kisses over his face.

 “I have got feelings too”, said Mark and put her hand on to the bulge in his trousers. 

It seemed that Jennifer was under his complete influence because she immediately knelt above him and  released his belt. Then it was his turn to lift his bottom as she pulled his trousers off. His boxers came off at the same time and little Jennifer gasped as she looked at an erect penis for the first time in her life!

“Don’t you know what to do Jenny”, said Mark?

She lay beside him and kissed him again while Mark put her hand around his erect penis and asked her to make it feel as if it was inside her.

Her hand was firming gripping his manhood and she was enthusiastically masturbating him until he had to plead with her to stop.

It was time to finish stripping Jennifer and she just shuddered with excitement and anticipation as he unclipped her bra and played with her breasts. Then he pulled her panties off and she quite deliberately lay there with her legs wide apart.

 Whatever had happened to that shrinking violet called Jennifer?

He rose from the bed and a naked and willing Jennifer watched him strip his shirt off and go to a drawer in the dressing table. She thrilled at the sight of his muscular body but thought that his “thing” sticking way out in front of him was quite funny! 

He gave her the packet and stood beside the bed. She put her legs on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed and then tore the packet open. She needed no instruction as she rolled the condom on to Mark’s enormous erection.

“I am frightened, Mark”, said Jennifer as he kneeled between her legs. 

He kissed her again and then gently but firmly he introduced his manhood to that hot, tight little vagina. As he pushed in she winced but then as he began to rhythmically slide in and out of her he found that she was eager to thrust up to him. Soon they were just flying!

Mark collapsed on top of her after he had his own climax and Jennifer once again covered his face in hot little kisses. 

“That was wonderful”, she said. Then they realised that there was blood on the sheet beneath them. Mark knew then that he had just deflowered a virgin!

Jennifer lay there completely at ease with the world. “Ohhh!, isn’t  sex wonderful. Do it to me again Mark. Oh please do it again”.

 Mark recovered after a few minutes and once again they were locked together and having the time of their lives. 

That week they saw each other every evening and each time made straight for Mark’s bedroom. Jennifer was very demanding and now that she had tasted what life is really about she wanted more and more of it. 

One evening, when Jennifer was astride Mark and looking straight at him while they were fucking she heard the door behind her opening. Briefly she looked round and could see that it was a friend of Mark’s that she had been introduced to. 

Then, quite brazenly, she returned to the urgent job in hand and her ponytail, which had replaced her pigtails, was bouncing wildly up and down. She was on top and in charge and fucking Mark energetically until she made him cum was more important than anything. 

Mark’s friend, whose name was Randy, was still in the room and congratulated his friend. “So this is what you get up to in the evenings up here”, he said. 

As for Jennifer, she was becoming totally reliant on frequent sex and embarrassment was now a thing of the past. 

Randy seemed in no hurry to leave and Mark turned his back to get dressed.

Jennifer was looking straight at Randy as she slowly and deliberately pulled her panties on. “Who wants to fasten my bra”, she said mischievously. “Don’t all rush”.

 Randy offered his services as Mark was still getting dressed. He came up behind her and adroitly clipped it and at the same time ran his hands down Jennifer’s arms.

 She shuddered. Randy was just as good looking as Mark and powerfully built. She wondered what it would be like to be fucked by him?

They sat down and Mark poured out some drinks. Jennifer joined in the conversation in a way that just a week ago she would never had done. 

Randy kept looking at her and she pointedly returned his stare. Mark seemed not at all worried. Eventually he said, “you two fancy each other, I wouldn’t mind betting”?

 Randy laughed and said, “well, who wouldn’t”! 

“You trying to pass me on Mark”, she said laughing? 

“We both think you are gorgeous”, was all he said. She sat between the two of them and couldn’t help noticing that they both had an erection. Perhaps it was the Bourbon making her light-headed but Jennifer was even more flirtatious than ever.

 “Just look at both of you”, she said and put her hands on their bulging pants. 

Both boys needed no further encouragement and they seized her. She gave a little squeal and wriggled from their grasp. They soon cornered her on the other side of the bed and she was roughly thrown on to it. Mark lay beside her and pinned her arms above her head. 

Jennifer felt Randy lifting her dress and she parted her legs for him and his busy fingers were inflaming her passion again. Once more her panties were pulled off and she felt Randy’s head under her dress and kissing her wet pussy.

Mark held her arms firmly while Randy sent her wild with his tongue until she shuddered uncontrollably in another orgasm. The idea that she was helpless in the power of these two hunks was just arousing her even more. 

She shuddered once again as they both undressed her and Mark held her hands above her head while Randy proceeded to fuck her fast and furiously. 

 Then it was Mark’s turn again and Randy held her tightly while Mark took her forcibly. When they had both finished Jennifer admitted that it had been so exciting to be held down.

 Jennifer provocatively dressed in front of them and she left with Randy.

 “I live in another house not far away”, he said, “but I will take you home first Jenny”. As they sat in the car Jennifer nestled up to Randy. “Lets go back to your room first, she said”.

So it was true what Mark had told him. He had found this shy little virgin only a few days ago and she had turned into an insatiable nymphomaniac! It was becoming clear to Jennifer that the more boys, the better! 

Jennifer didn’t know it and might not have cared if she did, but the truth was that she had become too hot for Mark to handle. 

He realised that she was extremely sexually active and was too much of a handful for him on his own and that is why he had called on the help of his friend, Randy!

Mark and Randy spoke on the phone the next day and agreed that little Jennifer was hot, hot hot! They agreed that she must be firmly strapped to the bed next time!



Too Hot To Handle



She'd been in a state of hyper-arousal all day. It wasn't a new thing, but she didn't remember it being this strong before.

Sometimes it was linked to her cycle; sometimes it was called just being 25 and never having been with a man. She was well-acquainted with her vibrator, though.

Some of her troubles had to do with the flirty conversations she'd been having with a 'Net friend as of late.

At work, she'd groaned internally, feeling every nerve in her breasts brushing against her shirt. Her suitcoat likewise stimulated the nerves in her arms, and its collar her neck. The clock didn't seem to move as she tried not to writhe in her chair in frantic need.

Stepping into the restroom, she saw her nipples were rock-hard, pressing through the red tanktop she'd worn beneath her jacket. Eyes closed, she brushed her fingertips across her still-covered nipples, moaning softly at the jolt that shot straight to her pussy. Unable to take the time to fully let go, she brushed her nipples once more, adjusted her suitcoat to cover the evidence and stepped back out.

Finally the clock hit quitting time. She headed to the store to pick up some chicken and a salad for supper. As she shopped, she ran her tongue around her mouth as she often did. Her mind drifted to what it would be like to have someone do that to her. Then her tongue drifted across a particularly sensitive spot, and she nearly jumped at the unexpected rocketing of sensation, again straight between her legs.

"Oh God," she whispered softly to herself, trying to surreptitiously touch her breasts again in the middle of the store.

Hurriedly checking out, she drove quickly home, windows down. But strands of hair fell out of her updo and tickled the tips of her ears.

She gasped as that, too, nearly undid her.

The breeze continued, and she clapped one hand over one ear, wailing "Stop, stop, stop," nearly in glorious physical pain.

She hurried into the house, signing on to AOL, heading straight to her favorite smutty stories site. She read a few stories, then clicked on the "free sex video," watching an Asian clip.

Her pussy heated and wet, she signed off, slid her pants down and laid on the couch. Slipping her hands beneath her tank top, she caressed her generous breasts, moaning in delighted pain when she pinched her nipples.

She moaned deeply, running her hands over her stomach, sides and arms, torturing herself by delaying her pleasure. Finally, her right hand crept downward, slipping through the dark blonde curls, slipping into her vagina. She stroked herself — a little by her entrance, circling up by the sensitive spot she knew would send her over the edge, but not quite touching, back down, then over the clit.

She hissed at the unexpected shiver that hit her. 

Her arousal was almost frantic by this point. Her other hand kneaded her breasts, playing with the nipples, while her other hand frantically rubbed her clit. She dipped a finger into her sopping wet entrance, moaning again.

"Fuck," she whispered. "Oh... OH..."

Contorting herself slightly, she frantically rubbed her clit and pounded her fingers into herself. She came in a fury of feeling, literally an explosion in her stomach. Her breath caught as she arched her back, giving herself totally to the moment, lost in the feeling.

Her left hand, which had been clutching the back of the couch, brushed hard rubber. Her silver speckled vibrator with its 2-inch circumference fell into her hand.

Surprised, she pondered it. She'd often used it to incite orgasms, but never after. She'd read enough sex stories to know that often the girl comes and then the guy enters her and the girl often has another orgasm.

Curious, she slipped the tip into her dripping hole. A lightning bolt of sensation hit her.

"How come no one told me..." she wondered in passing.

Not yet turning it on, she pushed the big vibrator into herself, groaning at the fullness and the riot of sensation in her pussy. She shook as it touched passages she was eminently familiar with but had never felt quite this ratcheted up.

Reaching between her legs, she turned on the vibration and immediately nearly fell off the couch as her whole body seemed to explode.

She moaned frantically in the silent room. She couldn't do it all herself. It was too much sensation and she didn't have the strength to fan the flames any further.

"Damn," she said, satisfied, as she laid on the couch.

She looked at the night sky and wished on the first star that she'd one day have someone to try that with.



Too Hot to Handle



I'd been married all of my life to a woman who had grown more shrewish and frigid as time had passed, and so ugly both physically and spiritually that I could hardly stand to be in the same room with her anymore. She had become, as I grew wealthier and more successful, a real cunt. She flaunted my wealth, and my success, as if it was her own, and treated other people she deemed her 'inferiors' with the utter contempt that only one who has no appreciation of an honest day's labor can bestow on another human being. In short, I had after twenty years of marriage grown to hate the bitch.

And then I noticed a funny thing. All of my friends and associates were married to middle aged menopausal lunatic bitches, and we were all being driven to an early grave by these monstrously foul creatures who took, took, took, and felt hostile and annoyed if life made any demands of them. This included having sex with us, their husbands, which they now seemed to feel was beneath them. As I looked at my wife - and the other women like her married to my friends - I wondered what the options were as most of were approaching fifty years of age and few of us are what the ladies today call date-bait. 

And let's face it, at fifty we're no longer studs capable of fucking a woman for hours on end; sometimes not capable of fucking at all without the help of Viagra or some other such potion. And younger women need sex; how else can they get pregnant and tie their men down to a life of slavery and servitude? And once these creatures have their babies, watch out! The well runs dry, menopause hits, and any semblance of a sane and happy life disappears forever.

Options?

Hookers? Can you spell pelvic inflammatory disease, crabs, gonorrhea, syphilis, or any of the other delightful diseases that lie in wait for the hapless middle aged man in those waiting arms? And let's not even talk about the lonely and degrading prospect of a series of emotionally meaningless encounters, and how that will surely degrade the man's spirit over time. So, let's try another option. 

The younger woman option is fraught with peril. Unless you're lucky enough to find the one woman in a million who doesn't have that biological time bomb ticking away in her womb, you're only buying a short term fix. Any young woman worth her DNA is going to be out hunting for some sugar daddy with a Private Banker at Chase, or better yet, Credit Suisse, and she'll borrow your sperm and rope you in to servitude or alimony payments so ridiculous you'll wish you were dead. So while she may be the fuck of the century, look out! Time ain't on your side.

Even if the woman in question is biologically incapable of child baring, that doesn't mean she still doesn't harbor such ambitions. Ever hear of adoption, amigo? And chances are she's infertile due to ovarian cancer, and you ain't seen baggage until you've tried to carry that load. This one will rope you in with a really good fuck, then while away the rest of your life chasing her Prozac with vodka, and spending every dime you make trying to buy her way out of your misery at every shopping mall within a five hundred mile radius. Sounds good, huh?

An older woman? Come on buddy, really. Only fags and really horny teenagers go after women over forty. And lesbians.

On the woman front, that leaves necrophilia. I don't want to speak for everyone here, but this one leaves me cold. I mean, really, who wants a cold pussy. On the other hand, you won't be bothered with idle chit-chat and 10k a month Nieman-Marcus bills. So, who knows, might not be such a bad choice after all! But, yeah, I'm kidding. So shoot me!

So, dogs, sheep . . . Ain't no way, Jose. I read somewhere that about 16% of all young men report having their first sexual experience with an animal. You know what? I'm in the other 84%. I love pets, but ain't know way I'm going to love my pet.

So, we're down to men. I know what you're thinking, hey, I did too. Really unappetizing. In this regard I have a real problem . . . I like the way women look. I like tits, and a woman's legs are just too much for me sometime (ask my wife about that one sometime . . . she had killer legs until she fell in love with chocolate ice cream). Sorry gay guys, you just don't cut the mustard as far as I'm concerned.

So, at any rate, one of my real old friends got married again recently . . . to another guy! He immigrated to Canada so they could live as a married couple . . . imagine that! True love!Well, he decided to have a bachelor party for all of his poor indentured male buddies at a really fun place in Montreal, and he promised no overt gay stuff, so off we went in this huge caravan driving up from all over New England to Canada to celebrate one of our own making the big switch. A lot of our friends didn't come, you know, because of the gay thing, but who cares. We were intent on sending off our bud with a real bang.

After settling in at the hotel near the planned party, we all got together for drinks in the lounge downstairs. We tossed a few down and talked about the party, like, what we were going to do if a naked guy jumped up out of the cake kind of stuff. Lots of laughs, but every one was really kinda nervous, too. Well, anyway, we hopped a bunch of cabs and headed down to the nightclub where the party was going to happen. Lot's of strip joints and hookers lined the street, which was a good sign as far as I was concerned.

In we went, hoping for the best and expecting God knows what. Phillip, our friend getting married, had a private room all set up on the second floor of this place, so up we went. The place had a nice dinner ready for us, and cigars and brandy . . . you know, all that really relevant guy shit. After dinner we sat around shooting the same old shit we'd been shooting for two decades running, and enjoying the hell out of it.

So, in comes this hooker, I'm thinking, cause who else but a hooker would do one of these affairs, right? This chic has it all, too. I mean really nice hair, fairly mean hooters, not any fat around the middle, and best of all, what appears to me to be about the best legs I've seen on a girl in years. She slipped off her dress and revealed her pure white skin and slinky white lingerie. She was sexy as hell, too. The whole garters and stockings and high heels thing. My pecker was at DefCon Two and ready for launch, you know what I mean?

At any rate, this girl - said we could call her Brandi - strutted around the room a few times. Really showing off her stuff, too, and everyone was like really enjoying the show. Lots of tents on the trouser fronts. After a minute or so of this she dropped to her knees right in front of - ME! Before you could say 'wanna blow job, buddy' three times, she was between my legs and had my pants down around my ankles and my cock in her mouth. God-all-mighty could that girl give head! I'd say I lasted less than three minutes, and I hadn't even popped a Viagra! The girl made her way around the room, not taking no for an answer, and blowing every one in the room save Phillip all the way to orgasm. Chic swallowed, too!

Well, after she'd done us all, she stepped to the middle of the room and dropped her panties, revealing a really nice seven inch long cock. Phillip, you dog! A couple of the guys got up right then and beat it; didn't come back, either! Phillip had his laugh, though.

So, the girl parades around the room with her cock sticking out, stopping in front of each one of us and asking if anyone is going to take care of her. Me, I'm looking at these killer legs in white stockings and pumps, thinking this 'girl' really is hot. So she comes around to me and hangs that cock right in front of my mouth, and says "How about it, baby?"

Well, ain't no tellin' why I did it, but I took that cock in my mouth and grabbed her waist and pulled her to me, and just like I knew what I was doing, I went to town all over that pecker. I bobbed and twisted and jacked that thing like I was the Pro from Dover, and pretty soon I could feel that cock twitching and pulsing. The girl, well, whatever, was about to pop and she at least had the courtesy to ask if I wanted it. Well, hell, I did, and I told her to fire away, too.

She got really wound up with that and grabbed my face and pumped away, and within a few seconds she was dumping a load and a half down my throat. What a weird sensation! Like snot, only worse, cause there was a whole lot more of it! Hell, I was really pretty shook up by this, but my friends were hooting and hollering and clapping like I had just hung the moon or something, so I looked at my friends trying not to turn too red in the face, and gave them the thumbs up . . . you know, right manly and all that shit.

Well, the girl gets right down in my face and kisses me, then tells me thanks, and if I ever want to see her again if I come back to Montreal to give her a call.

So, what do I have to say about that?

I ask her if she'd come back with me to the hotel!

And, hell, she said yes! Hot damn!

So, not too long after that I was headed to the Hilton with the best cocksucker I'd ever had - and with the best looking legs I could remember seeing in years - and I thought it was funny as hell, and I wasn't nervous one bit. Brandi was a blast to be with, kinda feminine but still aware of what it is to be a guy, but with none of the bullshit that comes with the territory when you're out with a woman. You know, you can tell the same kind of jokes you can with the guys, laugh about how funny cunts look, tell blond jokes, that kinda shit. 

She wasn't real big. Like maybe 5'6" or thereabouts, and I'll bet she weighed about half what my wife weighed then, or about 125 pounds. Probably a size seven shoe, and pretty feet, real feminine looking. Not a hair anywhere on her body except her head, and that was a real nice brunette color, long and straight. Hell, she even smelled good! I was a goner, that's for sure.

So, we're driving along in the back of this taxi, and what the hell, I lean over and kiss her. Not a real wimpy kiss, either. I'm talking a real lip-lockin' tongue dancin' spit swappin' french kiss, and it made me horny as hell. I could look into her brown eyes as I pulled back, and she looked at me kinda shy, like she wasn't sure what was going on. She asked me if I was gay, or if I'd been with a girl like her before, and I answered not guilty on both counts, which kinda shocked her. She asked me why, and I told her.

I told her my wife made me sick to my stomach, and that women in general were beginning to get to me, but that I wasn't attracted to men as such, that I loved the truly feminine, not this ersatz lumberjack look that young women today seemed to enjoy. She kinda laughed at that, said she knew what I meant.

Well, we made it to the Hilton, and she asked again if I really wanted her to come up. And I told her again that yes, I did, and I was looking forward to fucking her ass off as soon as possible. She slipped on out of the cab, I paid the fare, and we headed up to my room.

As soon as I got the door closed behind her I went wild. I took off her dress, but told her to keep her stockings and stuff on. That shit turns me on, and I'm tired of having to apologize for it, O.K., ladies? I threw my clothes off and knelt between her legs and started to suck her off, and she got real hard real fast. Man, I loved the way she felt in my mouth, and I started to get hard from just sucking her cock. I thought about fucking her again right off the bat, but all of a sudden I really wanted to eat her cum again, and I told her so, too. I started sucking on her real hard, and jacking her cock while I sucked on just the tip of her cock. A little pre-cum oozed out, and I could taste it there on the tip so I played with it - nibbling and licking on the tip of her cock until she announced she was going to cum. Man, I dove back down on her cock, deep throated her, and then I felt another really huge load pouring into my mouth. Man, I was turning into a world-class cum-slut right there before her eyes, and I was fuckin' lovin' it.

So, my cock was doing the Statue of Liberty thing, and I tossed Brandi over and dove into her ass with my tongue, and I reveled in how clean she was. I reamed her out real good, then placed my dick over her asshole and slowly worked the tip of my cock into her. Not as tight as I'd imagined, but still a hell of a lot tighter than wifey's cunt. Wife was always way too special to even consider taking one in the ass . . . 

I can't even begin to guess how many years it had been since I'd popped off twice in one night, but I could feel the second one looming off in the distance. Hell, then it was on me - well, no, it was in her - and I shot off a nerve shattering load deep into her ass.

I'll tell you a funny thing.

I asked Brandi to spend the weekend with me, which she did. But that wasn't enough. So I started coming up on weekends, which wife didn't mind at all. Then that wasn't enough, so I moved my practice up to Montreal. I divorced my wife. I asked Brandi to marry me, and she said yes. Phillip was my best man, and his wife (yes, you guessed it, he married one of the girls!) was Brandi's Matron of Honor. Hell, it really is a brave new world out here.

So, O.K., ladies, here's fair warning. Y'all gave up on the feminine thing, you gave up on taking care of yourselves, you've become fat and abusive self-righteous feminist bitches, and we men are tired of it. Right now, something better has come along to take your place. Something feminine, graceful, and not so full of their omnipotent superiority that they can't have fun with a man anymore.

And guys, you gotta broaden your horizons. Girls like Brandi aren't too hot to handle, they're just hot. And don't knock it 'till you try it. All you got to lose is the collar around your neck, and the chain around your cock. You simply ain't gonna get over how good a hard cock in your mouth feels . . . hell, even women know that much! And guess what? You don't have to swallow, but you'll probably like that, too.