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Hot Pie

By: SaucyEroticProductions



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All characters and individual material is © Daniel Riverton 2011. All rights Reserved.

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This was a quickie written during three coffee breaks at work. More of a sketch than anything else, but still funny. Also, it involves sex between dwarves, a subject not often explored. Made it fun to write, not to mention the accent! Let us know what you think! 

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Thorian Tarhammer leaned back on the stone-carved armchair overlooking the massive hall containing the great Forge of the city. The heat radiating from the molten stone and metal continuously was immense -- like a mallet blow the the face.

He had been raised in a remote little corner of what to most was known as Dun Morogh, raised by mother and father both to be a warrior. That life was now more than twenty years gone. It was in that capacity that he was visiting the Capital this day. The bulky dwarf was waiting for a contact to arrive, someone to give him a message containing information for his next assignment which as far as it went was an oddity for him. He usually worked alone. This time however...

It would take him to the Highlands, he thought. Arathi was temperate this time of the season, though he could not imagine it being as bad as Ironforge. Few things could be as hot as this, he considered with a few silent, well-picked oaths.

Thorian shifted on the chair, adjusting the scale-and-plate that he wore. He had not planned to be here for long, so undressing and removing armour seemed unnecessary and a waste of time. The massive, two-handed axe he used as he thought a tailor would use a needle and cloth stood leaned against the chair, the rune-inscribed handle covered with a variety of scratches and dents.

None of these marks were jarring enough to actually damage the quality of weapon however. He preferred a weapon that had seen action and showed as much. There was always the risk with new weapons -- especially foreign-made ones -- that they would break if swung at something particularly resilient. Not this one. The dwarf gave a satisfied grunt and scratched his brown beard, a decoration of perhaps middling length compared to most dwarves.

"Hot pie, sire?" A comely dwarven lass in a commoner's linen dress asked from below the balcony. "Made from fresh cherries, directly in from Elwynn only this morning!"

The smells rising from her basket made him salivate. It had been some time since he had had a proper meal. He didn't care for the gossip that some spread -- that the vendors that walked through the capital selling pies, fruits and candy only sold trash and fall-fruit.

Thorian gave her a wave and a nod and the girl stepped up the four stairs to the door. It was a spacious house, though one he had rented the two floors for a day only.

Now that she was close, he saw that she was stocky -- very well-built -- and perhaps thirty years of age. Still young then. Her cheeks and skin was the colour of rosy, healthy pink and there was a smell of cinnamon and cherries around her -- not just the large basked she held in one large hand.

"Aye, sire? You wanted a pie, yea?" There was perhaps a touch of amusement in that.

He realized that he had been staring at her tits. It must've been a long time since I saw one last, he realized glumly and cleared his throat -- a sound like wooden logs tumbling down a chute.

"I did at that. How much?" He grabbed for the purse at his belt.

"Two silver."

When he stared at her, he saw that she had pursed her lips. Perhaps -- because of the fine armour and weapon -- she took him for nobly-born and set the price of the meal thereafter.

He chuckled.

"Perhaps I do have the look of wealth, girl, but I only have a copper to me name or two. I can no pay that kind of price. I'll give you thirty coppers." He counted the small, rust-colored chips into his palm and held it to her.

"I can barely buy the flour for the pie for thirty cop's!" She exclaimed, covering the basket with one hand as though afraid he'd try to snatch one of her precious pies.

"Whatever happened two three pies for a silver penny?" He countered. Not angry however, more amused. "That seemed the price when I was here last, it was. "

"Really now?" She commented dryly. "Ye don't suppose that went down the drain with two 'cunts for a copper that some shanks in the caverns tell tales of?"

He chortled in spite of himself. He had heard that some Ironforge dwarves -- especially the more low-born had a mouth on them, but he hadn't expected it from her.

She eyed him, sizing him up from head to toe.

"How about the house? Does it have it's own spring and clean water?"

"Aye, it does." Thorian nodded slowly. All of the houses around the forge had that -- a small, stone pump with a wooden handle used to get water into the house.

She chewed her lower lip. "I need to wash me clothes, you see. That'd save me from using the cave's water, it would." She glanced through the window, arranging her red hair with a quick shake of her head. "I'll give you pie, a nice cherry one, if ye let me use your house for washing me clothes."

He gave a quick look-over. She was poor, but he didn't think her a thief or scoundrel likely to do something foolish if given access to the house.

"I'm waiting for someone. You'd have to be gone when he...arrives." Or 'she', he added silently. He just realized that his contact in Thelsamar had not told him whether the person he was meeting was male or female.

He thought her lips twitched a little. "Aye, I understand. I'll get me clothes. Can I..." she put the basket on the table, eyeing him with considering eyes.

"I'm not a thief." He said pointedly.

"Good! I'll be back I will!"

Thought the smells from the basket made his stomach growl, he restrained himself from eating any of the delicious content. The young dwarf was back quickly, a thick bundle of clothes under both arms. She gave him a mocking curtsy when he opened the thick iron-bound door for her.

"Why thank you, melord. Such a gentle dwarf ye be."

Within only an hour, all of her clothes were soaking in the tub with a mixture of soap and something he didn't recognize -- something womanly. His mother had often used such things. He paid no attention to washing. He had received one pie from her -- as promised - and they were delicious indeed.

"Do you bake these?"

"Aye, I do. Been baking all of me life. Good skill, me mother said, when you have not a coin to yer name." She gave a shrug, looking over her shoulder at him with a small, self-deprecating smile on red her lips.

The coarse linen dress she wore was spotted and flecked with water, but it was tighter then the garb she had worn before. She was pretty, he could see now. Her hair was a fiery red and her cheeks were spotted with a few, near-invisible freckles on each side. She was not as stocky -- not that stocky - as he had thought. It was a pity, since he liked his women built well...but considering how long it had been he ogled her all the same.

He could, since she was looking away. Thorian ate the pie slowly, savouring each cherry-filled bite and watched her shapely rump as it moved while she vigorously washed this or that in the soapy water.

"Ye men have a fondness for women who know their way around the stove, ye do. At worst, I can sell pies to the likes of you"

She turned again and he quickly smoothed his face, brushing pie crumbs from his beard.

"At best, I'll find meself a man with it eventually. Or perhaps workin' as a cook in a manse."

"That makes sense." He agreed complacently. He himself had been borne with little to his name, but the fighting skills he had acquired over the years had changed that. When you were good at certain things, that served to make a name for you without the need for coin.

"Why don't ye paint a still picture, happy-eyes? It'll last longer, and I might get meself undressed for a painter and a silver or two."

He started. "I'm not sure what ye mean, girl."

She turned, hands on hips. "You're looking at me arse. Is it that pretty?" She teased. "Smart women can tell when men are, ye know. It's like a bloody itch on yer back where ye can't reach it."

He decided not to deny it.

"Well, ye do have a pretty backside." he offered instead.

"How kind of ye to notice." She moved in a way that made her rump sway enticingly and grinned at him. "I like ye menfolk lookin. I know I look pretty, even without the beard."

He chuckled. It was true -- she would look stunning bearing a beard. Such luck was only reserved for the fewest of dwarven women however -- ninety-nine out of a hundred had no possibility to grow what all dwarven men considered to be their birthright.

"Yer still a comely lass." He complimented, now not bothering to hide his looks. She seemed not to mind.

"Thank ye, sir." She said with a grin, flashing white teeth. "Would ye like to feel it perhaps?" She gave a guffaw at his shocked face. "I'm no more traditional blood-born then ye are, man. We need no wait for marriage for such things."

It was true that chastity was valued particularly among the higher castes, but he had not expected the comment.

She came over to the chair he was sitting in, the same kind of sway in her walk.

For a moment, he thought to perhaps give her a quippy comment worthy a gnome how this might have been expected of someone who did sell herself, not just her baking. He quickly decided against that.

"Gladly. C'mere." He said instead, reaching out to place large hands on her waist. On a human woman, his large, calloused hands would easily wrap around the usually slim waist. On this woman - a properly set up woman -- however, it only made it possible to pull her closer slowly.

"Oh, forward! I like that." She giggled and sat down on his lap with a metallic 'clunk-clank-clink' from the rattle and creaking of his armour.

She didn't seem bothered by the plating however. He started feeling her body through the fabric of her clothes. His large hands cupped the warm mounds of her breasts firmly and he squeezed, making her lean forward against him.

"Oh yes, feel me breasts, man." She sighed deeply, pressing the upper body closer.

"Lovely." He commented, giving the orbs another firm couple of squeezes. Dwarf women were built as women should be, he considered. A human girl -- or any non-dwarven for that matter -- would be whimpering from the force of his hands.

Not her. She breathed deeply and gave little twitches from time to time, her strong legs wrapping around his waist.

"Yer armour really isn't...practical at times like these, ya know." She whispered, her hands working at the leather straps connecting plate to plate with hooks.

"Doesn't seem like it, no." He agreed. His hands had a much easier time with the cords holding her dress together. The thin knots came apart easily in his hands, and he slid the dress off her upper body.

And blinked. She wore nothing beneath -- not even a shift.

She grinned, dimples showing distinctly on her freckled cheeks. "Ye like?" She demanded.

"I like." He squeezed the now-naked orbs, feeling the nipples stiff beneath his thumbs.

She leaned against him, warmly nuzzling her round face against his and kissed him deeply. The kiss tingled -- it had been a year since he last had been with a woman -- and he kissed back eagerly. She shifted, pulling the dress down further.

He was happy to see that she wore underwear at least. It gave him the pleasure of pushing his thick fingers beneath the fabric and feel her, feel the downy, wet feel of her sex.

She gasped when he did so and stood up, pulling the dress all the way down. Her eyes went to him and she watched him expectantly. "Well? Ye think I'm the only one to get naked?"

He chuckled and stood, unstrapping the armour with a few, practised motions that loosened the plating from his body. It was essential that such a thing was possible, but not made to easy so as to have it happen in battle by accident. The mechanism that allowed it was placed below his shoulders.

She was upon him quickly then, loosening his protective tunic with deft hands -- despite the size of the fingers -- while raining kisses on his beard and lips with an eagerness that surprised him. Dwarven women were not exactly known for their promiscuity, yet this lass belied those tales quite...firmly.

"Mmm...ye're strong. I like it. A man should have a belly and a pretty pair of shoulders." She giggled, running large fingers along the numerous scars he bore on his chest and arms.

The tunic lay discarded on the rug and he pulled her close, stroking her rump firmly with both hands.

"Oooh..it seems more then yer muscles tell tales of giant-blood, donit!" Her hands went down, fingers wrapping around his quickly hardening cock as she looked into his eyes.

He grunted, leaning in to nip at her nose in a gesture of affection usually reserved for man and wife.

She looked surprised but returned the gesture, her lips kissing his broad nose, nipping the skin.

"Good lass.." He murmured, continuing to stroke and kiss her.

She looked amused at that comment and smiled, tossing her fiery-red hair back over her shoulders before leaning down against him.

He met her in a deep kiss, and they stood, groping one another with him leading the charge and making her move backward -- step by step until she bumped against the cold, stone wall.

There he held her, his hands firmly grasping her thick wrists. He could not understand how humans preferred their women to have sprigs and splinters for limbs. Sometimes it disgusted him. He let go of her left wrist, smacking her left part of the rear.

She gave an approving sound against his lips, her hand coming up to tangle in his thick, long beard of brown hair. Her grip was firm as she kissed, her fingers continually stroking the thick braids of the facial hair.

He turned, pushing her over to the table where he sat her down on a height where he could easily reach her, if he should want to take things much further.

Which he did.

He spread her legs with one hand with the other still busy at her breasts.

"Oooh...ye forward man, you." She commented, though it didn't sound like a complaint.

Especially not with the grin on her face when she leaned back on the table, easily spreading apart for him.

"Ye bet yer arse." He assured her, running one thick-fingered hand ripe with callouses over her soft belly. Without preamble, he moved into a better position and ran a large index finger over her sex, confirming the wetness that was shining for him to see clearly.

"mmm" Her moan came easily at his touch and she pushed her hips closer to him, encouraging more. "Go on, do it. Let me feel yer fingers in me before yer cock, will you."

He obliged her, easily pressing the index finger into her wet channel. The flesh gave way easily and he noted immediately just how ready she was.

"Ah! Yeah, ye bastard. Bugger me with yer fingers, will ye!" She cried out, hips thrusting upward against his hand.

He put the other hand on her lower stomach, holding her down with ease as he started fingerfucking the young, red-haired dwarf laid out before him. Her smooth skin and soft flesh quivered beneath his fingers and every movement of the digit pushing it's way in and out of her sex caused her to wetten further.

"Ah! Fuck, aye! Do it! Harder, fuck me hole!" Her voice rose, every thrust accompanied by a perverse exclamation from her. "Ngh! Aye, that's iiiit..." Her voice trailed off into a long, deep moan and she flexed her hands, clenching fingers into fists where she lay.

The scent and surrounding had quickly turned to a mixture of the heat from the forge outside, the heat from their body within and the scent of molten metal that always permeated the air was coupled with the scent of female.

Not just any female either -- dwarven females smelled much better then human or other, he thought. Musky and not as sickly sweet.

She didn't seem to get enough of the fingering he gave her and continued thrusting and pushing against his finger, encouraging him to do more, give her more. After a while however, he decided to push the entire thing forward -- literally -- and moved against her, pressing his thick, purple cockhead against her opening to give her some short warning.

A warning that made her eyes widen before he firmly gave it to her, slamming his cock in deep down her sex.

"Aah! Ye buggering..." She groaned. "..bastard! Fine, then fuck me! Fuck me wet cunt good, ye hear! Fuck me, do it!"

He did. Gripping the sides of her hips, he drove his cock in and out of her, eliciting cries and moans from her with the movements. Her hands flexed and finally reached, grasping parts of his biceps in the fingers.

When she looked up at him, she was biting her lower lip viciously and the sounds that escaped from her closed mouth made him even hornier -- like the growls and groans of a caged snowcat.

"Lovely...fine pussy there..." He managed to get out between thrusts and involuntary moans of pleasure. He reached with one hand, grasping one of the breasts that bounced violently from the movements on the table. Had the table not been fastened to the floor, he was certain that it would be on the other side of the room now.

"Why thank ye...aah!" She began, closing her eyes mid-sentence when he thrust inside her hard enough to make her head shift backward and bounce slightly on the wood. "...ye fucking...Roughbeard" She panted with a sharp glare at him, belied by the way she increased the pace of her moving hips and thighs.

He shifted her, turning her over on her stomach and all fours which she readily accepted, then rammed inside her again.

"Yeeeess..Light above!" She exclaimed when he did, gripping the edge of the table hard enough to make the sturdy wood creak slightly. "Oh, fuck me good, ye horny bastard!"

Thorian pushed her down against the table by her head, gripping the thick curls of her read hair while slamming her like a hound would a bitch. He was glad that the sounds of the forge, the city and the inhabitants would serve to drown out what sound reached beyond the house. Most dwarves would look with contempt at most who did such things openly -- or spoke of them openly for that matter -- but in private, he had noticed that most dwarven women seemed as inclined to truly have sex as women of other races claimed to be.

"Aeeehhh! Fuck me ancestors, YES!"

She gave a loud, cry that he was afraid would be perfectly audible outside, regardless if there had been five-hundred smiths hammering a thousand breastplates and shook beneath him, her body moving in the familiar throes of climax. He gave a hard, shove. Then another, and another, and another. Harder and harder he pressed while she came, moaning and whimpering beneath him.

"Ah...gonna cum, lass." He warned her, pressing hard against her.

"Not in me! Cum on me, not in! Outside, dammit Cum on me back or me tits, ye hear!" Her voice was ragged and hoarse, and she seemed to not want to say what she was saying.

He growled in dismay but complied, pulling out of her and pushing her over on her back. She grinned up at him while he spurted long-needed relief over her breasts and stomach, spattering her pale skin with seed.



Hot Pie



"Mmm..." She trailed the markings of cum idly with thick fingers, looking up at him. "Excellent work there. You seem as skilled with yer cock as ye are with yer axe, love."

It took his sex-addled mind a moment to register that particular comment, and the implications of it. "What do ye know of me axework, woman?" He demanded, now frowning down at the naked dwarf occupying the hired house's table.

"Oh...nothin much. Just hearsay and stories, ye know." She stood, wiping the seed from her chest and shamelessly licked her fingers clean.

He had heard that some women -- some whores -- would do such things, yet he had never thought to see a dwarf do it. Thorian blinked when she began quickly donning her dress, tying the garment snugly and retrieving her basket.

"What about yer clothes, woman?" He asked her, indicating the pile of clothes still to be washed.

"I'll be back" She informed him and grinned, indicating her wet dress. "I'll need te change me clothes."

"I have a visitor coming. Ye have to be out by then, ye hear?" He reminded her. Regardless of how good she was in bed, or how....fun a companion she was, he was not about to forget business because of it.

"Don't ye worry about yer visitor, warrior." She shot him a grin wide enough two show both rows of white teeth. "I'm sure he'll be here soon enough."

He was still wondering if she had meant anything by that when she closed the door and left him standing there. Grumbling, he fetched his discarded clothing -- as well as the armour -- and donned both. Usually it took more time to put it on then it did to discard it.

Still, the episode had made him more then content and he retrieved his wooden pipe from his backpack. He still had some fine-quality Tobacco from the south, leaves he stuffed into the instrument and lit it with a smoking firestick set fire to in the hearth. Within minutes, he was sitting down in the chair, puffing contentedly and enjoying the sweet aroma.

A knock on the door disturbed him.

"Bloody ye...Coming!" He called the last part loud enough to be heard outside.

When he opened the door, he looked at the robe-clad human expectantly. The man's clothing was adorned with stripes and patterns, and his belt held a dagger as well as a tome strapped to either side of the garment.

"Thorian Tarhammer?" The man asked expectantly.

Finally the contact was there. He was not alone, however. When he bid the human -- a mage clearly, or some kind of spellcaster -- to enter, a night elf and a gnome followed. And...Thorian frowned at first at the dwarf clad in purest white, a headdress that marked her as clearly a priest as the medallion around her neck did.

His eyes widened when he realized that it was the same dwarf he had fucked not thirty minutes past. She gave him the quickest look-over, then looked elsewhere as though she wasn't that interested.

He shook the man's hand numbly when the mage extended it, his large hand swallowing the unbearded spellcasters almost whole.

"We are the Glorious Goldshields. It was we who contacted you, through an intermediate. We have had you researched, to make certain that....you are who you claim to be."

That made sense. Thorian nodded curtly. One could not be too safe these days. Twilight's hammer, Dark iron, Demon-allies -- there were all manner of spawn about. Was that why the woman had done as she had?

"Ye said ye need me services, ye did." He reminded the human, hoping to quickly get the gist of the situation. And what exactly the lass game had been.

"We do." The mage said slowly. "Our comrade, Serial Stormbirthed, perished less then a moon's turn ago, and our glorious company is short one member. We have been looking to replace him since, but all prospects thus far have been....lacking." The human chose his words with care.

Thorian eyed them one by one. A human, a night elf, a dwarf and a gnome. Neither of them seemed inexperienced. All of their eyes held the grimness of those who had seen battle and worse -- even the dwarf's did, now that he saw her with proper clothes and not on her knees or trying to serve him thrice-cursed pies!

The human mage saw his glance. "I have the honour of introducing Tharessa Featherfall, Huntress of Ashenvale." The night elf clad in leathers, shouldering a bow, took a step forward and gave a formal greeting and a bow. Her eyes glowed and she seemed serene to the bone. The gaze she ran over him seemed to look for flaws.

"This is Toshen Cogspin." The human continued, and the gnome grinned through a small, pointed moustache. Several daggers hung from his belt and a small pack clinked with glass against glass when he reached forward to take his hand. A gnome -- close kin, in a way, and rogue he quickly deduced.

"And this lovely lady is High Priestess Teirna Ironstout."

He had to remember all of his iron-hard training not to recoil and fall like a brick of iron shoved to the floor by a titan. Everyone in Ironforge knew of the Ironstout family -- all of the members took great pride and devotion in their service to the light and their prowess in battle.

She was an Ironstout? She had been selling pies and fu-!

He cleared his throat. Then he cleared it again. "Ah...eh, Lovely to meet ye, milady Ironstout." He gave a respectful bow of his head.

"Oh please, lad." The title was a mockery of when he had called her lass, he knew almost instantly. He didn't think anyone else noticed however. "It's Teirna, to me friends and comrades." Her voice held a lilting, noble quality it had not before.

"And I am Gragor of house Marbrend. Of Stormwind." The human finished the introductions. "We would have been here sooner -- and together -- but Teirna insisted that she first approached you to make certain you..." He gave the dwarven priestess a quick glance "..were a devout and true Dwarf, worthy of accepting into our noble companionship." He sounded as though reciting something.

Thorian stared at the woman, but she didn't even crack a smile or a giggle. Instead she said sombrely "Aye. I did at that. It pleases me to say that he upholds the values of our forefathers well. I have no objection to him." She tossed down the alabaster-white hood, smiling at him and casting her fiery-red hair that had fell over her face back over her shoulder with a move of the head. Her eyes did sparkle a little now.

"Excellent. Then....we have decided that we will invite you for an evening, to drink and eat and talk of this. 'Tis not an easy decision to make, we realize. The Hearth has some of the finest boar in the city, and we have hired a private dining room."

He nodded mutely. Whether or not he wanted to join was not what was in his head at the moment. When they left the house and he closed and locked the door, he walked beside the other dwarf -- Teirna -- for a while.

"What...why....Yer an Ironstout!" He said at last when he was certain no one else could hear.

"Aye, I am." She said calmly and shot him a sombre look.

He wasn't sure whether she was close to laughing, but it sure seemed that way to him.

"What were ye thinkin!" He hissed, trying to be quiet and inconspicuous.

"To see what kind of dwarf ye are." She said, her face finally cracking a smile. A small one. "I like what I saw. What I" her voice went even more quiet. "felt."

He glared at her and shifted the weight of his axe on his back.

Well, perhaps he would join them after all.

Teirna shot him a smile.



Hot Poker



The ballroom was a lot noisier then I had thought it would be. There was a DJ spinning dance tunes and the floor was crowded with bodies. Colored lights flashed rhythmically with the beat. It was a bit surrealistic. Tim took my hand and led me to the bar, there were three seats open so we sat down. 

I couldn't believe I was bold enough to go out braless; it made me feel so naughty! The silhouette of my nipples was faintly visible through my white tank top for everyone to see. I even noticed the bartender checking me out. I felt a little self-conscious, yet it kind of turned me on to know that he was looking at me like that.

After we had ordered our drinks, Tim excused himself to the mens’ room. It wasn't more than a minute before a handsome young man sat down on the empty stool next to me. "Tonya?", he asked. "No," I replied “You are mistaking me for someone else.” "That's too bad" he said, "I was hoping that you were my date tonight." “I’m sorry, how rude of me, I didn’t even introduce myself, my name is Kurt.” I looked into his eyes; he seemed really sincere. He was extremely handsome. I thought that he would make some girl very lucky. "I guess my date blew me off, do you mind if I sit here and have drink with you?” "No I don't mind," I replied, "that would be fine."

He had brown eyes, dark hair, dark skin, and a very muscular body; he was a very attractive young man. Tim still hadn’t returned from the men’s room, it had been quite a while. There was something interesting about Kurt, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. He seemed nice enough, he oozed of self-confidence, and her certainly wasn’t shy. His drink came and he sipped it slowly. He turned toward me and put his hand on my knee, “Will you be my date tonight?” I blushed a little, “No I can’t, I’m with someone, but I’m very flattered!” “He must be very lucky to be with someone as beautiful as you.” He replied, squeezing my thigh for emphases. I could feel the warmth of his hand through my silky black thigh-high stocking. He had my undivided attention.

As Tim returned from the bathroom he was surprised to see what was happening. Kurt’s hand, most of it covered by my short black skirt, was still on my leg. I was leaning toward him far enough for him to see down into my tank top. I was showing him a little cleavage. As Tim approached he removed his hand and stood up. “Hi, I’m Kurt,” he introduced, “I’ve mistaken your girlfriend for someone I was supposed to meet.” As he gestured towards Tim, he put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me towards him, as if we were intimate old pals. “I was supposed to meet a blind date here an hour ago, and when I saw your girlfriend, I came over right away hoping it was her. My disappointment. If you don’t mind, I took the liberty of ordering us all a round of tequila.” He paused..... “ If you would like to be alone though, you can keep the drinks and I’ll be on my way.” What could Tim say?  Kurt was very gentlemanly, and he was nice enough to order us drinks. “No, stay,” Tim responded, although I could tell that he wasn’t really interested in his company. Kurt looked at me for acceptance, and smiled when I nodded affirmatively. He then raised his shot glass in the air, “ To a very sexy lady!” he toasted. “To a very sexy lady!” Tim agreed. 

We chatted and chatted and the shots kept coming. At first I was a bit leery of his motives, but I soon found myself really liking this guy. I found myself flirting with him, and felt comfortable doing it.

Tim was finally loose enough to dance, so at the first song that he cold move to, I whisked him off to the dance floor. The floor was crowded, and there were bodies rubbing everywhere. We boogied and bopped, shimmied and shook to three songs in a row. Tim was starting to sweat, and needed a rest so he decided to sit back down. Reluctantly I followed. When we got back to the bar, there was another round of shots waiting for us.

“You guys looked good out there,” Kurt commented. As I sipped your shot, I swayed back and forth to the rhythm blaring from the speakers. “You really like to dance,” Kurt noted. “I’d still be out there if someone would dance with me,” I said suggestively. Kurt looked at Tim, “Do you mind?” “Not at all,” he replied. The shots were kicking in, the music was loud and the lights flashed wildly. The atmosphere really enhanced the buzz that we were getting. The whole scene didn’t seem real. The dance floor was more crowded now than before, but we managed to find a spot, and started to swing with the music. I was feeling pretty well loose, and into the music. 

The crowd seemed to fade away, and I found myself in a private little scene. I danced seductively around Kurt, shaking and thrusting to the music, wiggling my boobs for him as if to say “look at me, you want me don’t you?” He did look. He smiled. He must have liked what he saw.  The more he acknowledge me, the sexier I danced, it was starting to make me hot. I knew that Tim was watching so I made sure that I put on a good show. I was trying to make him jealous, knowing that he would eventually be the one to satisfy my. I was putting on such a hot show it actually crossed my mind to pull Kurts pants down right there on the dance floor. But, I could never be so bold. By the look on his face, Kurt was loving every minute of it.

After just two songs the DJ decided to play some slow music, I thought to go back to the bar, but decided to stayed and dance a slow one. I snuggled in closely to Kurt, pressing both of my boobs firmly against his chest. He pulled me tightly against him, and pressed his groin against mine. I could feel the bulge in his pants against my pubic area. It felt big, it felt good, real good! I ground my hips back at him, hoping to excite him, hoping to make his big bulge grow even bigger. His hand slid down my back slowly towards my ass; but I quickly grabbed it and repositioned it at my waist. “Slow down big boy!” I whispered, fearing that I may have gone to far. He pulled me even closer and tighter, and ground his bulge firmly into my groin. I could feel him nestled right where I like it most. He kept it up until I purred like a kitten. He was being the tease now. 

He must have sensed a change in my attitude because his hand started to slide down my back again. This time I did not try to stop it. His hand slid down slowly over my buttock, past the hem of my skirt and onto my stocking.  He paused for only a brief moment, before he moved it up under my skirt, past the top of my stocking, and under the leg-band of my panties.

I purred wickedly into his ear, “You’re a bad boy!” And then, with my bare ass cheek firmly in his hand, he pulled my pelvis into his and whispered into my ear, “and you’re a bad little girl!” 

My heart began to race; I was trembling. He ground his body seductively against mine. I closed my eyes and focused on the tingling sensation that reached from my toes all the way up to my crotch. I unconsciously rocked my pelvis in positive opposition to his movements, getting the most out of his every grind. I could feel the bulge in his pants getting harder, I moved my hips and stood up on my toes until it was nestled right where I wanted it to be. His hardness was lodged directly in the soft spot of my panties, massaging my labia with every movement. It felt wonderful!

After the dance we returned to the table, my face felt red and flushed. “Enjoy the dance?” Tim asked. I simply smiled at him; enough said. Kurt leaned in close to us and said “I have a little bit of weed, would you guys like to go someplace and smoke it?” Before I could utter a word, Tim blurted, “We have a room upstairs, we can go up there!” “Oh great,” I thought, thinking about how horny I get when I smoke. Tim is going to be one lucky man when Kurt leaves.

There was a deck of cards on the table, so while we were smoking, Kurt dealt a couple of hands of poker. The weed really enhanced the buzz that we already had, we were all pretty wasted. “Let’s make this poker game more interesting,” said Kurt. Tim reached for his wallet to get some cash. “No, no that’s not what I mean; I mean, let’s make it really interesting.” Tim looked at me for some kind of response, hoping that I would not be agreeable. “What the hell!!” I blurted. “But only if I can count my jewelry.” 

I figured that I’d play until it got a little risky, and then quit. “No problem,” he said “I’m game. Here are the rules, the winner of the hand gets to chose who will take off some clothing.” “Oh, that doesn’t seem very fair to me,” I retorted. “I’ll make sure it’s fair to you,” he replied. “Okay, let’s play,” I said. I was astounded that I had actually agreed to play.

It didn’t take long for me to lose my shoes and my jewelry. I’m a pretty lousy poker player. I was left with my tank-top, skirt, stockings and panties. Tim won the next hand, and in fairness to me asked Kurt to remove something. He readily obliged by removed his shirt and exposing his masculine chest. I couldn’t help but notice his muscular body. He was young, only in his early twenties, and was solid hunk of man.

Kurt won the next hand and called on me to remove something. I thought hard about what to remove next, and finally chose to take off my skirt, knowing that I’d still be covered by my panties. I stood up, faced towards Kurt, and slowly and seductively slid my skirt down my thighs; when my skirt reached my knees, I turned around and bent over in his face, showing him my ass. I spread my legs so that I could watch his reaction. He was mesmerized by my beautiful little body. I certainly was enjoying the tease now. It took a moment for the game to get going again. Kurt spoke up, “ Let’s raise the ante even higher, from now on the winner gets to remove the clothing off of the person he picks on.”

“Wait a minute!” I reacted. “You mean that if you win, you get to take my clothes off of me?” 

“Yup”, he said proudly. 

“You couldn’t handle it!” I challenged, hoping that he’d take the challenge. 

“We’ll see who can’t handle what!” He retorted confidently. 

“We’ll see!” I bantered, “Deal the cards.” 

Tim won the next hand, and suddenly I got nervous. Reluctantly I got up and stood in front of him. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll trade you a kiss instead.” He offered. 

I gave him a quick peck on the lips and tried to sit back down. 

“No dice” Tim said, “That’s not good enough, from now-on each winning hand gets 15 seconds before the next hand is dealt.” 

To appease him I sat down Indian style in his lap and pressed my lips to his, treating him to the hottest kiss that he could remember. My tongue slid slowly between his pursed lips, probing deeper and deeper with each stroke. After the 15 seconds, I stopped, looked into his eyes, looked down at his crotch and asked wickedly, 

“Did that do anything for you?” 

“Whew!” was all that Tim could say. 

By the time we stopped, the next hand was already dealt. Kurt wanted to move the game along. I quickly won the hand, and looked over each of them. Which one of us would I choose? I made eye contact with Kurt, smiled, and then motioned for Tim to come close. 

I used most of my 15 seconds to loosen Tim’s belt, open his fly, lower his zipper and drop his pants to his ankles. Tim was still a little excited from that hot kiss. I reached into his shorts and started to stroke his semi-erect rod. I could feel it growing in my hand. It felt so good, Tim was hoping I wouldn’t stop, but time ran out, and I immediately sat back to play the next hand, which I promptly won again. 

“It’s your turn!” I barked at Kurt. 

He got up slowly and stood at arms length from me. I reached out, grabbed the waist of his pants, and pulled him to within inches of my face. 

“Don’t be shy” I said coyly, “I don’t bite!” 

I quickly unbuttoned his fly, lowered his zipper and pulled his pants to the floor, exposing a tight black pair of bikini briefs, which did very little to hide the enormous package behind them. I slipped my hand into his shorts, just like I had done to Tim.

“Wow!” I breathed quietly, realizing the relative enormity of his tool.

I looked up into his eyes as I gently stroked it. I wanted to tell him what a great cock he had, but time ran out before I could work up the courage. I moved back to my spot and silently dealt the next hand. We all quietly waited to see what would happen next. 

Kurt won the next hand easily. I tried hard not to make eye contact with him. I thought that this would be the end of the game. I had certainly teased him long enough, and I figured that this foolish game would surely get me into a situation if it were to continue. 

When I finally made eye contact, he simply nodded acknowledgment. I knew what he wanted. I swallowed hard, stood up and went to him. Tim was shocked, never expecting me to succumb to his wishes. 

“Kneel down!” He ordered 

I obeyed. 

He put his hands on my shoulders. I trembled at his touch. 

“Turn around.” He said as he twisted me so that I was facing Tim. 

He gently pulled my hair back behind my shoulder and brushed my neck purposely. His touch caused me to shiver. I closed my eyes so that I didn’t have to look at Tim. Kurt’s hands slid off my shoulders and slowly down the center of my back. I arched slightly away from his touch, when I did, my chest pushed proudly outward. Tim could see the silhouette of my big, dark nipples poking at my thin tank top. Kurt’s hands slid down to the small of my back, and the slowly around to the front. He grasped the seam of my top in both hands and started to slowly raised it upward. As his hands moved closer to my boobs, I started to breath heavily, as my chest heaved, my breasts stretched the tight material of my top. 

He pulled my top up over my shoulders, uncovering my perky breasts and my big brown nipples. He moved his hands back to my bare waist and started to slowly moved them up my body. My nipples stiffened with anticipation. I couldn’t believe that Tim was just sitting there watching this guy touch me like that. Tim wanted to stop him, but at the same time I could tell that he was enjoying the show. 

Tim sat frozen as Kurt’s hands reached my breasts. He gently cupped them in his big hands, keeping them out of Tim’s sight. He was giving Tim a show, and he had his full attention. Tim watched closely as his fingers parted and my nipples poked out between them. All of the hair on my body was now standing on end, and my swollen nipples were the size of a pinky finger. I couldn’t hide my arousal. 

He slowly closed his fingers back together, pinching my nipples between them. I took a sharp breath and held it. He squeezed harder and harder, knowing that it was sending shock waves through my body. 

“Ahhhhhhh!” I finally exhaled when the burning sensation reached my pubic area. 

Kurt grinned triumphantly. 

“Whew!” I breathed as he moved back to deal, trying to gain my composure.

Kurt won the next hand. 

“Shit!” I thought, “there go the stockings.” 

But he surprised everyone. “I’ll take a kiss instead.” 

I were relieved that he wasn’t going to make me strip any further. To show my appreciation, I got right up, sat in his lap, put both hands around his neck, pulled him towards me and rewarded him by planting my lips firmly against his. I pressed my boobs against his bare chest and positioned myself so that his bulge was pressed snugly against my panties. It felt just like the dance, only better, and it was my turn to tease. 

He was trying to take over control of the moment by pushing his tongue into my mouth. I teased him even more by keeping my lips tightly pursed, not allowing him to have his way. I was trying to give him the impression that I was a good girl, and couldn’t be had so easily. But, he could feel the heat coming from my panties. He knew that I was getting hot. 

He persistently worked his tongue back and forth across my lips, knowing that I couldn’t keep them pursed much longer. They opened slightly as I relinquished my control over the situation. He slowly and rhythmically slid his tongue in and out of my mouth, pushing just a little farther with every stroke. My head began to reel. He was violating my mouth with his tongue. I responded by rubbing my panties on his bulge in unison with his tongue darting in and out. 

My 15 seconds went by quickly. As our lips released, I exhaled loudly and sat back Indian style on the floor. My face was flushed and I was breathing heavily. I were trying to look nonchalant about the game, but it wasn’t working. My nipples were stilled puckered with excitement, and when I leaned back, I noticed that my panties were soaked through. 

Tim stared at my wet panties. He couldn’t believe that he had just watched his innocent little wife eagerly go to a black skinned stranger with nothing on but a thin pair of panties, sit in his lap, and let him french kiss her while she rubbed her panties on his huge bulge. Tim gazed at my soaked panties clinging tightly to my swollen lips, highlighting the opening to my vagina. His cock stiffened. He knew what I wanted.

Tim won the next hand; the possibilities of what could happen raced through my head......... Was the game finally coming to an end? 

Would it continue? 

Would Kurt be excluded?

To ensure that it would continue, I began to get up and move towards Tim as if that was the only option. 

“Stay there.” Tim ordered. 

I sat back in my spot, cross-legged. Tim was in control now and he realized that it was time for to face the inevitable. He could clearly see what was happening between Kurt and I, and decided that he might as well be a part of it. 

I was still sitting cross-legged when he sat down behind me and spun me so that I was facing Kurt. Kurt looked at me, and I at him. When our eyes met we both smiled. Tim put his hands around my waist and held me tightly. 

“You’ve been flirting with Kurt all night long, haven’t you?” I conceded my guilt with an affirmative nod. 

“Did you think that I wouldn’t notice? I saw you rubbing your little panties against his crotch.” He paused for a second. 

I began to get nervous, not knowing what he’d do next. The anticipation was driving me crazy.

“Well,...... Did you make his cock hard?”  I swallowed hard before nodding triumphantly.

“Did you enjoy rubbing against his big, hard cock?” Another nod. 

“Did it make your tight little pussy all hot and wet?” A faint mmmmm! rolled past my lips. 

“Show him how wet he made you,” He coaxed as he gently pushed my thighs apart. Hesitantly, I spread my legs, exposing my soaking wet panties.

“Now, I want to watch you tease him some more.  Make him want you. Drive him crazy. Look into his eyes,.....” 

Our eyes met again, and I gave him my best come-fuck-me look.

“Now touch yourself.” 

My middle finger slid slowly down to the wet spot of my panties. I shivered when it reached it’s destination. 

“Think about his big black cock!’ Tim ordered.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned, acknowledging that I already was thinking about it. 

Gently I circled my clitoris with my finger, all the time gazing into Kurt’s eyes. I fantasized that it was his hand touching me like that. I circled faster, and my breathing became heavy. I started to pant erotically. He held his gaze though, and wouldn’t look down away from my eyes. I wanted him to look at me. 

To get his attention, I brought my finger to my mouth, sucked on it, soaked it with saliva, showed it to him, and then placed it on the soaked panty covering my labia. He couldn’t resist any longer, his eyes dropped to and he watched contentedly as I slid my finger up and down between my swollen lips. 

The only thing hotter than the feeling of my wet finger poking at my pussy was seeing the hungry look on his face as he watched me do it. Tim started to massage my nipples.

I noticed some movement in Kurt’s shorts. It was working! Watching me touching myself was giving him a hard-on. 




Hot Poker



“Look at his shorts!” Tim pointed out. 

My eyes were fixed on his bulge as it began to come to life. Tim and I both watched for a moment as it began to fill his shorts. Tim kneaded my stiffened nipples roughly between my fingers, stopping occasionally to pull them tight and let them snap back.  

“I’ll bet he’s got a monstrous cock! ” He whispered. 

“Mmmmmm!” I agreed. 

“Do you want to see it?” He continued. I mumbled something inaudibly. He asked again.

“YES!” I replied firmly. 

“My wife wants to see how big your cock is. Will you show her?” Tim asked politely. 

“Are you sure?” Kurt asked, knowing what it would lead to. 

“Yes, I’m sure.” Tim relinquished. 

“No problem!” he said as he caught my eye and gave me a big smile, “What the lady wants, the lady gets!” 

He stood up and dropped his shorts. He was standing about three feet away from me when his massive cock sprung from his shorts. It hung most of the way down to his knees, and it was proportionately thick. I gasped at the sight of it. It really was a monster cock! He moved closer, so that it was right in front of me. 

“Go ahead, Touch it!” Tim urged. 

I reached out and started to pet it. 

“No, I mean hold it!” 

It took both of my hands to hold it up. It was heavy, but I finally had it positioned right in front of my face. He didn’t need to say anymore. I brought the head up to my mouth and placed it between my lips. 

It grew quickly, and soon couldn’t fit in my mouth; so I was content to lick and caress his enormous shaft. Tim was mesmerized by how masterfully I handled Kurt’s big cock. In no time he was fully erect and covered with my saliva.

“Look at how big and hard you’ve made his cock!” Tim whispered as I continued to lick it.

“You like playing with his great big cock don’t you?” 

“Yes!” I moaned smattering kisses up and down his solid shaft. 

“You want to please him don’t you.” He continued.

“Yes!” I again replied as I caressed his huge balls. 

“Do you want to show him your pussy?” 

“YES!!!” 

Tim nodded and Kurt reached for my panties. I were so nervous, I was shaking. Kurt took the waistband of my panties in his strong hands and tugged. I lifted my ass in the air so that he cold get them down to my legs, then I rolled up on my back and lifted my legs straight in the air so that he could slide them off. With my feet together, all he could see was a portion of my little slit. As I lowered my legs, I spread them until they were resting on his shoulders. 

“See anything you like?” I asked wickedly. 

He stared at my silky blonde bush. My pussy looked like a big red tulip, my huge swollen lips surrounding my stiffened clit. It looked ready for cock!

Tim watched over my shoulder as Kurt approached my hungry cunt. I leaned back against Tim’s chest. Kurt took my knees in his hands and gently pushed my legs apart. Obediently, I spread them for him, inviting him to come closer. 

My cunt lips were red and swollen with anticipation, and they glistened slightly from the juice that was beginning to ooze from my tight little box. Kurt placed his big hands at the inside of each of my thighs, and spread my legs even wider. I closed my eyes and waited. His face was so close, I could feel his hot breath. 

“God this is going to feel so good!” I thought. 

It felt like centuries had passed before he finally put his tongue against my pussy. When his tongue finally did touch my waiting box, I involuntarily bucked with a spasm of pleasure. 

“Oh god!” I breathed quietly. 

He poked his tongue at the base of my ass, and then slowly slid it between my lips, up to my clit, and then back down again. My body quivered, inviting his tongue back to give my clit more attention. He licked and sucked my cunt masterfully, preparing me for his giant cock. I could feel the lubrication oozing out of my hole. He stiffened his tongue and diddled my clit some more. My clit swelled to the size of a grape. Then, with his tongue still stiffened, he put it between my swollen lips and slid it gently down to my awaiting hole. 

He hesitated for a moment, and then slowly pushed it into my warm pussy. I spread my legs as far I could, so that he could put it in deeply. Even his tongue felt big. When he was in as far as he could go, I squeezed down on it with my tight pussy lips. I’m sure he had never felt any pussy as tight as mine. His cock stiffened. 

“Damn,” he mumbled, “this is some good pussy!” 

He stopped for a moment to kiss me on the mouth. He tasted of pussy, hot pussy. I liked the way he tasted. 

“Is your pussy always this wet?” he whispered in my ear. 

“No,” I whispered back, “Only when it knows it’s going to fuck a big, beautiful cock like yours!”

“Mmmmm” he grunted satisfactorily. 

He put his head back into my lap and began to slowly fuck my pussy with his tongue. Every stroke was as tight as the first. I moaned and groaned. 

“Oh God, that feels sooooo good! Don’t stop. You are making me so hot!” 

I watched his cock get even stiffer. It was huge, it must have been ten inches long, and a full two and a half inches thick, it was dark brown and had the biggest head I’ve ever seen.

The thought of seeing that great big cock in my tiny little pussy must really have turned Tim on. His dick was as hard as a rock. He pulled his pants down, grabbed the back of my head, and put his swollen cock right in my face. I eagerly put it into my mouth, and mimicked the strokes of Kurt’s tongue in my pussy. Tim quickly picked up the rhythm, moving his body in sync so that his cock was hitting the back of my throat at the same time Kurt’s tongue pushed deep into my cunt. I moaned in ecstasy as they drove deep, and sighed with disappointment as they pulled out.

This lasted for two or three minutes before Tim couldn’t take anymore, listening to my moans was going to make him cum. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and gave me a second to breathe. 

Then he press his lips against mine, I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue just as I had sucked his cock. My mouth was very wet, and it tasted salty; it tasted of sex, it tasted of cock. He slid his lips across to my neck, and whispered in my ear, 

“Does his tongue feel good inside your pussy?” I answered his question with moan of delight. 

“Look at his cock, look at how hard it is now, look at how big it is.” I turned my head to get a good look at his huge tool. 

I smiled at him, and let out a long “Aaaaaah!”as Kurt’s tongue flicked past my clit and drove deep into my hot little box. 

He held it in there, his lips pressed tight against my labia. I could feel the tip of his tongue exploring the inner walls of my vagina, poking into every juicy nook and cranny. My occasional breathy moans became more frequent. He retracted his tongue and gave a big long suck on my swollen clit.

“Oooooh!” I exclaimed!

I squealed when my stretched clit snapped back into place. His tongue fired back into my pussy! 

“Uuuuungh!!” I inhaled. I held my breath as his tongue probed my pussy, and then exhaled.

“Ahhhhhhh!!” I squealed as his tongue slid back out. 

Then back in.“Uuuuungh!!”

And back out, “Ahhhhhhh!!” 

As his thrusts came faster and harder, my moans and groans got louder and louder. My ass wiggled back and forth, in and out, rising up to meet his tongue. I held the carpet tightly in my fists. Tim thought I was going to cum all over his face! 

“FUCK ME!!” I shouted

. “Oh god! Make me cum!! Fuck me with that great big cock!!!” I begged.

He moved up onto his knees, and positioned himself between my legs. I spread them wide for him. I leaned back into Tim’s lap and braced myself, using his legs as supports. My head was leaning on the front of Tim’s shoulder. I turned and whispered in his ear. 

“Look at that great big cock! He’s going to fuck me with it!” 

“I want you to hold me tight and watch him fuck me.” I ordered. 

“Watch my swollen pink pussy lips open wide to devour his big, beautiful cock!  

He’s going to push that great big cock deep into my dirty little cunt and make me cum. 

Hold me tight so that you can feel me cum all over his great big cock!!”

Tim was as hard as a rock. He had never heard me talk so dirty before; but then again, he had never seen me prepare to be fucked by such a magnificent cock either. He cupped my breasts and prepared for the show. Kurt stroked his cock until it was semi-rigid and then moved into place between my legs. I spread wide, giving him easy access to my burning pussy. I looked up into his eyes.

“Go easy, ........go slow,........ make it last!” 

Just at that moment, he laid the tip of his monstrous cock against my swollen pussy lips. My whole body twitch with anticipation. Slowly he directed the head up and down my slit. Like magic, my lips parted for him. Juices oozed out of my little fuck hole, coating the end of his big purple knob. My juices made his dull brown head wet and shiny. My pussy lips swelled more with every stroke of his cock. 

“Mmmmmmm!” I moaned as his cock slid between my swollen lips, and then a short, sharp, 

“AHH!!” as the head of his enormous cock banged up against my engorged pink clit. 

My clit was so big I thought it would explode; it stuck way out past it’s little shroud. Kurt liked the way I twitched when his cock hit it, so he made a point of bumping it every chance he could. The more I moaned, the hotter he got. Tim watched him take his cock in his hand and press it firmly against my clit. 

“AH! AH! AH! AH!” I responded.

His cock seemed to grow with every moan. Kurt sensed that I was ready. He began to slowly slid his cock down to my tight hole. I was getting so wet, I could hear my pussy squish as his cock pushed against it. He positioned his cock at my hole, and then leaned forward so that we were eye to eye. 

“What do you want?” He asked. 

“I want you to fuck me!” I answered.  

“Do you want me to fuck your tight little pussy with my great big cock?”

“Yes!!” 

“Say it.” He ordered. 

“Fuck my tight little pussy with your big, beautiful cock!” I responded. 

“Louder!!” He Barked.

“FUCK MY TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY WITH YOUR BIG, BEAUTIFUL, BLACK COCK!” I shouted. 

“Say please!” He added. 

“PLEASE FUCK MY TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY WITH YOUR BIG BEAUTIFUL, BLACK COCK!!!!! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!” I begged at the top of my lungs. 

I sure that everyone on the floor heard me, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel his magnificent cock in me. I could feel it swelling against my swollen red pussy lips. 

“Please fuck it good,” I pleaded. 

His cock swelled even more. I had found just how to push his buttons. 

“Please show my tiny little cunt what it’s like to be fucked by a real cock!!”

All he could do was grunt in response. 

“Kiss me!” I demanded. 

Our lips met, my mouth opened, and I sucked his tongue into my wet mouth. I sucked his tongue slowly yet forcefully in and out of my mouth. 

“That’s how I want to be fucked!! ” I barked. “Fuck me hard and deep!! Make me your little cock slave!!”

I spread my legs wide, and arched my back to so that my vagina was as open as it could be. He pushed the head of his giant cock at my hole. Tim watched as the tip started to go in, but it was too big. He pulled back, and then pushed forward forcefully. Nothing. He began to assault my hole with quick short bursts. Still nothing. 

“Damn Bitch!” he exclaimed. “I thought you wanted my dick!!” 

“I do! I do! Don’t stop!” I pleaded. 

“Oh!! Don’t stop!” 

He put his cock back at my tiny little hole and tried again. Sweat began to drip off of my face and roll down my trembling body.  I could feel my cunt stretch, but still not enough for his massive dick. He pushed hard, but it still wouldn’t go in. 

“Shit you fucking little whore!!” 

He yelled as he pulled his cock away and gave my ass cheek a hard smack with his open hand, his fingers slapped against my swollen labia. 

“Now take my big black cock you little slut before I give you another!” 

He slapped me so hard, he left a red hand print on my little white ass. I could feel the burn inside my cunt.  I wanted him so badly I began to cry. 

“Do I need to spank you again?” 

“No.” I whimpered. 

“Are you going to take my cock this time?” 

“Yes.” I sobbed. “I,...I,..I promise!” Tears rolled out of my eyes. 

He repositioned himself between my legs, pushed my knees as far apart as they would go, spit on the head of his cock, and placed it at my aching hole. The slap still burned. 

“Let him in!” Tim pleaded. 

“I can’t!” I cried. “He’s too big!!”

“Look, look at his big cock teasing your little pussy, you know you want it!”

Tim leaned forward so he could watch. 

“Take him!” He insisted.  

The wet tip of his cock against my pussy soothed the burn. He was making it all better. His big fat cock was starting to feel real good. My sobs turned back to moans of ecstasy. 

“Oooo! Your cock feels sooooo good!” I moaned. 

The contrast of the hot burning from the slap, and his huge soothing cock at the same time was driving me wild. I wanted more. I turned to Tim...

“I’m a bad little girl!!” I cried. 

“ He wants to fuck me with his beautiful cock, but I won’t let him. Spank me!! Make me fuck his big hard cock!!” 

Obediently, Tim drew back his hand, and with Kurt’s cock still poised at my tight hole, he slapped the shroud over my clitoris. 

“AAAHHH!” I winced. 

The pain caused me to thrust my pelvis at Kurt’s huge cock. 

“Do it again!” I pleaded. 

“AAAHHH!” 

I winced again as his hand slapped against my clit, I pushed so hard it nearly bent Kurt’s cock in two, but it still wouldn’t go in. Juices dribbling out of the bottom of my hungry cunt. I couldn’t get any hotter! The air smelled of my hot pussy; he loaded the end of his cock with spit, held my knees wide open and prepared to enter me. 

“Oh I’m so wet!!” I joyfully exclaimed. 

“Spank my dirty little cunt again! Spank it hard!! Spank it real hard!!!” 

Tim raised his hand in the air; my body tensed up in anticipation. He smacked my swollen clit with tremendous force. The sting was incredible. 

“IIIIIIYYYYYEEEEEE!” I screamed as I uncontrollably thrust my pussy onto his rigid pole.

“Oh God!! That’s it! That’s it!!!!” I celebrated. 

“Oooooooo! Oooooo!” I squealed as my pussy lips opened and the head of his monster cock disappeared into my juicy cunt. 

“OOOOOHHHHH! FUUUUUUCK!” I moaned as his hot meat slid in. 

He slowly drew it back, and then pushed again.  My pussy juice coated his thick, stiff shaft. First one inch, and then another, and another. I could feel it pounding deeper and deeper into my cunt. Slowly and surely he was going to get his entire cock into my pussy. 

“Ohhhh!” I screamed, my hands gripping tightly on the carpet. 

“He’s fucking me!! He’s fucking me real good!! Watch my tight little pink cunt swallow his big black cock!! I love his cock!! I love it! I love it! Ohhhh, it feels soooo goooood!!!!” 

Seven inches of his huge rod was driving in and out of my juicy cunt. I could feel it hitting against the back of my vagina. I let out a sharp, loud “AHH!” every time his cock hit the back of my pussy. 

He made sure to pull the head all the way out on every stroke, so he could enjoying the sensation of his big knob penetrating my tight little hole. Then he reached around and grabbed my ass cheeks in both hands. He pushed his cock to the back of my pussy and just kept pushing. All of a sudden, something inside me opened and the remaining three inches of his cock slid in. He pushed until his balls slapped up against my ass. I was so excited my body shook wildly. I had never had a cock that deep inside me before! Every last bit of his massive 10 inch cock was in my tight little pussy! He reached up and grabbed my tits in each hand, and squeezed them like handles. 

“Now I’m going to show you what it’s like to be fucked by the master!” He proclaimed. 

He began pumping his big cock all the way in and out of my little pussy, harder and harder, faster and faster, his big balls slapping furiously against my ass. My head was reeling. I couldn’t control myself anymore. 

“Fuck me master! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” 

His big cock was making me wild. He pulled out and held his enormous cock against my pussy lips. 

“FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK, MASTER!! I’M YOUR COCK SLAVE NOW! I’M YOUR LITTLE FUCKING WHORE!” I shouted. 

“I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK COCK DEEP IN MY HOT, LITTLE CUNT!!! FUCK ME! FUCK ME DEEP!!” His cock sank into my hungry hole. 

OOHHHH  THAT’S IT!!! THAT’S IT!!!” I moaned.

I could feel his cock growing in side me, he was fucking me as hard and as deep as he could, and I was loving it! He had never fucked anyone who loved his big hard cock as much as I did!! It was driving him wild. I could tell he was about to explode. I reached up, pulled his head toward mine, held him tightly and moaned in his ear ....

“Ohhhhh! You’re fucking me soooo gooood!!! I love your cock!! No one has ever fucked me like this before! Your cock is sooooo big! It’s making my pussy burn! My cunt lips are on fire! I want to feel and watch your big black cock cum on my little white pussy!” 

He couldn’t hold back any more. I was right, he couldn’t handle it! My filthy moaning was too much for him, I made him come first!! He pulled his cock out of my burning pussy, pointed it, and shot a hot wad of cum directly onto my swollen labia. The first blast of cum slammed directly into my stiff clit, causing my feet to spasm uncontrollably. He kept pumping his hot cum directly onto my swollen clit, every blast bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. A trail of his warm jism dribbled down into my wide open vagina. 

“OH GOD! I’M GOING TO CUM!!!” I shouted. “PUT IT BACK IN!! FUCK ME SOME MORE!! LET ME CUM ON YOUR GREAT BIG COCK!! OHHHHH!! MAKE ME CUUUUUMMMMMM!!!!” 

His cock was still as hard as a rock. I spread my legs as far as I could for him. He placed the big purple head of his magnificent cock between my wet pussy lips. I could feel it throbbing as it pushed against my tight little hole. My cunt slowly opened, welcoming the thick shaft of his great cock He parted my swollen pussy lips and pushed his cock into my juicy, freshly fucked cunt. 

As soon as the giant head of his throbbing cock entered my hot little hole, my feet started shaking. The shaking moved upward through my entire body. My ass bucked uncontrollably, causing the head of his cock to massage the deepest crevasses of my hungry cunt. It felt wonderful! The feeling of his thick, warm cock filling my tiny little pussy was too much to handle. My body shook and spasmed, loving every second of being impaled on his gigantic cock.! I pulled his ass toward me, forcing his cock as deep as it could go, and held it there. 

“Unghhhhh!!!, Unghhhhh! Unghhhhh!” I moaned as I worked the head of his cock inside my pussy. 

My pussy was so tight, it caused him to let go again. Hot cum exploded from his cock and filled every nook and cranny of my hungry cunt. I could feel his cock pulsating as he pumped his hot load inside me. My throaty moans turned to wild howls. 

“WOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOO!” 

I screamed as every last muscle in my pussy uncontrollably contracted around his pulsating cock, milking every last precious drop of jism from his enormous rod.



Hot Porn Inspires Janey to...



Jane and I, Longjohn, haven't always lived in Britain... so this story... true... was from our other incarnation...

.. It had been a hot day and I'd been helping our neighbour Dave do some landscaping and turf-laying in his front garden... His brother (and his wife) were staying with Dave and his missus. It had been the three of us working on the garden. 

Evening came and the three of us were enjoying a beer and admiring our work. 

Jane came to see what we were up to... 'Why don't you guys have a shower and come over to our place for a few more beers a little later? Johno has a couple of interesting videos you could watch those.'

Well an hour and a half later kids well and truly asleep and over came Dave and his brother. Nibbles were out and the beers were well and truly chilled. After we'd had a beer and were feeling relaxed I put on the first DVD. It had a storyline of sorts but soon got down to action. We three guys were felling quite horny and began making comments and wisecracks to cover up the fact that we found the movie a turn on. 

Jane came in to replenish the nibbles... 'Gee I bet you could do better than that,' Dave commented, 'And I bet you'd look ten times better in some saucy underwear.'

'I do have a bit of a collection,' Jane replied. 'Perhaps I'll model it for you sometime.'

'Chance'd fine thing,' I teased. 

Jane left us to our beers and nibbles and the porno movies and off she went. Quite often she'd leave me chatting to a couple of mates and go off to bed. 

I went off to the loo, using our en-suite bathroom (which did have a bath). It was still quite steamy as Jane had had a long soak. She was dressed in black stockings and suspenders with a pair of lacy knickers and black and white half cup basque I'd bought her for Valentine's day... well I suppose I'd bought it for my benefit really. She was peering into the steamy mirror and applying the dark red lipstick that I really liked.

'You getting ready for bed?' I joked. Thinking I'd better get the guys out soon as I was in for a treat.

'We'll see.' She said with a wicked twinkle in her eye.

I peed washed my hands and went back into the lounge. The DVD now on had some serious gang bang action going on... one of my favourite fantasies which was a white woman being fucked every which way by a group of black guys... I know its wicked of me but I just love the sight of a couple of black cocks sliding in and out of a white pussy and arse... the negative image of that is a great turn on of mine too. 

Lost in the moment I forgot to utter inanities like, 'Gosh its bedtime already!' and ushering Dave and his brother (do you know I've truly forgotten the brother's name) out through the front door. 

A few minutes later Jane came in wearing the black stockings spiky fuck me shoes and a little red dress, I'd also bought for her. She didn't say a word, left the tv going... background imagery I suppose... and put on a CD. Can't remember the music, something rocky with a beat; Janey began to dance and gyrate. 

I was speechless... Dave's comment was, 'Christ my pants are a bit tight now, do you mid if I get my cock out.' /he unzipped and released his hard on, peeling back his foreskin to reveal his glistening bell-end.

Jane just laughed and scratched her fingernails along its underside as she moved seductively about the room to the music.

Dave's brother said, 'Not a word, my wife will have my balls.' This was about all he said for the next couple of hours really.

Janey has always been a great dancer, ballet in her teens I guess, that and moves she' picked up from strip clubs we'd been to together. Janey had also performed a striptease for both me, and my camera, several times before. She began to slowly and suggestively gyrate around the room, removing one or two items such as lace gloves and filmy scarf. She paid scant attention to me, focussing her raw eroticism on our two guests. She played with the zipper and thin straps of her red dress. Soon her dress was on the floor and Jane began to fondle her breasts, her nipples already exposed, the basque she was wearing beneath it being half cupped. Her nipples were long and erect, and lightly rouged. The hook fastenings basque were slowly undone and this too dropped to the floor freeing Jane's large tits which she began to swing about. 

We all had our cocks out by this time.... well to be honest we'd taken the opportunity to strip completely and were stroking our dicks. Jane removed her knickers and we could see her shaved pussy, lips wide, pink and very moist.

I was thinking, 'She'll stop now and send the guys on their way.' 

My dick was thinking, 'Get in there, find a hole and fuck.' ... Can dicks think? Well most women are sure guys think with their dicks.

Dave was s reclined back on one end of the sofa his dick pointing straight up. Jane climbed on top and lowered herself down... 

None of us guys dared say a word otherwise the magic would have been broken. Dave's brother and I watched as Janey slid up and down to the beat of the music. Dave just arched his back pushing himself further inside. After a few minutes he cried out, half in pain, 'Geez I'm coming.' Even in the dimmed light I could see the white pearly liquid begin to run down Janey's thighs. She climbed off and gave a quick suck followed by a cheeky, 'Who's next? Dave's brother mounted her from the rear as she kneeled across a large padded ottoman. I stood in front and slid my cock into her mouth. Soon we were fucking like animals. Dave's brother came deep inside adding to the stream still dripping out of Jane's cunt. I love to be sucked off; I also love to see a well ploughed, furrow full of spunk. I pulled out of her mouth and entered from behind. The stream that erupted gave me an orgasm that was almost painful in it's intensity. Janey's cunt was truly overflowing now. 

We three guys sat back on chairs and sofa as Jane reclined on the ottoman reaching down to grab globules of sticky cum only to massage it into her tits. She then spread herself wide and picking up a vibrator she'd dropped discreetly on the carpet continued her show.

Soon her eyes were rolled back, her smeared lips parted and she was moaning in ecstasy. When she finally looked around she could see that we three were still rampant. 

'Well, you guys just know when you're onto a good thing.'

Whoever designed the ottoman chair, designed it for group fucking. We took it in turns to lay underneath Janey fucking her streaming pussy, before sliding our cum slicked dicks into her arse... which at that time was a rare and wicked pleasure... or to stand in front of her while she sucked us off, her lipstick leaving her mark on each of us in turn like a brand; it felt hot like a brand too, but perhaps that was just the effects of heightened senses.

It was a like a game of French Roulette... except you don't have a revolver chambered with one bullet... you simply have pricks chambered with jizz. The roulette part comes in terms of where you cum... so to speak. 

We shot our loads pretty well synchronised.. just a few seconds apart. I came in Jane's mouth... even now she rarely will take a full load in her mouth... her lipstick a ring around the root of my shaft... I can't remember who was underneath, but Jane soon had another pussy load of cum and an arse well lubed with jizz.

Finally the two guys went home. Jane and I showered and went to bed... I was still hard.. the sensations of the animalistic fucking left me rampant. So there was one final fuck before we fell into an exhausted sleep.

True tale... one, which is still a very pleasant and arousing memory.



Hot Potato



I lean against my headboard and crack open a third bottle of beer. I'm already tipsy on two, and one more should get me properly drunk. They don't call me the Amazing Toothpick Girl for nothing.

My friend Lauren wheels the desk chair up to my computer. "Okay, let's do this. I am a... woman... looking for...a woman, a man, or either?" Her mouse cursor hovers over the drop-down menu, waiting for my response.

Alone, I never make it past that first question. This is why it's Lauren making my dating profile, not me. She's already helped by clicking, "I am a woman." I couldn't bring myself to make that claim, although I know it's the right answer in this situation. Gay men and straight women aren't attracted to me. 

I consider the second part of the question. "Neither."

"What if I take the 'n' off that?" Lauren suggests. Her patience already sounds strained.

"Men try to fix me and women taste weird." This is a gross oversimplification of the problem, but she doesn't need to hear the long version again.

"You said you want to start dating again. If you rule out everyone from the get-go this isn't going to work."

"I do want to date. It's just that no matter which..."

"No. Stop." She swivels the chair around and faces me with a stern look. "There's bound to be a man somewhere in the world who can have a relationship with you without trying to change you, and you've had what, two girlfriends?"

"I wouldn't call Casey a girlfriend." I realize even as I'm saying it that that's not the point, and I resolve that the next thing that comes out of my mouth will be more reasonable. I shouldn't be difficult when someone is trying to do me a favour.

Lauren dismisses my irrelevant argument with a wave of her hand. "Whatever. That's a pretty small sample size. Women don't all taste the same. Some women taste like liquid candy. Some women don't even like oral. Damned if I know why. But there's all kinds of people out there. You've just got to kiss a few toads to find your prince."

"Right. I'll kiss some toads and see what happens. Sorry. I appreciate this." What I'm really afraid of, though, isn't kissing more toads. These days, I worry that I'm just one of the toads that people kiss on the way to finding a prince. 

Lauren's face relaxes into a smile, and she leans over to claim the last beer from the six-pack. "Appreciation received. So will you be kissing boy toads or girl toads?"

"Either one, I guess."

"Excellent." She spins back around and clicks before I have a chance to change my mind. "Now let's get you laid before you get even more cantankerous."

I drink up and cooperate. 

###

I admire Jesse's jade green eyes as he tells me a story about getting lost in Quebec. He glances down as he reaches for his coffee, and his feathery eyelashes catch the golden light of the late afternoon sun. This isn't a date but I wish it was. 

I really did mean to date when I joined that site, but instead I've been chatting with a beautiful, cock-obsessed crossdresser who wants to hook up with a man. When he asked for advice about his profile pictures last week, I jumped in with suggestions — I love photography and all things gender-bendy. Suggestions led to chatting, and chatting led to us discovering that we live less than a mile apart. 

So now here we are at a coffee shop, supposedly to discuss the pictures I'm going to take for his profile. Instead, we have been talking about everything else under the sun for the last hour, from Cold War politics to chip trucks. His scattered stories and quirky factoids entertain me. 

Jesse takes a sip and grimaces. He pours another liberal helping of sugar into his coffee, which is already half cream and sugar. He must be like me — skinny no matter what he eats. 

"What's your waist size?" I ask. It's hard to tell exactly what shape he is under the oversized t-shirt, but it hangs loose on him.

He shrugs. "I don't know. Why?"

"Just wondering if some things I have might fit you." I get suddenly shy and stop short of saying which things. They're a little slutty. My ex-boyfriend bought them for me, hoping I'd wear them, but I hardly ever did. I feel more ridiculous than sexy in microscopic skirts and fishnet. I've been meaning to donate them to Goodwill, but now I'm glad I didn't. As I imagine Jesse trying them on, I don't think he'd look ridiculous; he'd look amazing. 

"I think we're close to the same size," I add.

Jesse bites his lip and smiles as he stirs his coffee. "Oh, probably." A lock of long blonde hair that won't stay in his ponytail falls across his face. 

I get a mental image of a man brushing the hair out of Jesse's face and holding it out of the way. Whether it's to kiss him or something else, I'm not sure, but I suddenly have a wet spot in my boxers. 

I shift the way I'm sitting so it won't soak through my jeans, and I try to sound normal. "I'll see if I can find them before you come over." 

"Sure. I have some cute things too, you know. It'll be fine," he says, then he suddenly has to tell me where you can get the best pickled eggs. 

Two hours and three beverage refills later, the sun has gone down, the streetlights have come on, and the barista keeps staring at us, probably wondering if we've decided to take up residence. We still haven't talked about what kind of profile pictures he wants. He's agreed to come to my place the tomorrow after lunch so I can take them, though, and that's good enough for me.

We step out into the spring evening. He shivers and crosses his bare arms over his chest. "How did it get so cold so fast?" 

"It's not that cold. Here." I unzip my big grey hoodie and drape it around his shoulders.

"No, now you'll freeze. Take it back. I'm the nargwar who didn't bring a jacket." He tries to give the hoodie back.

I put an arm around his shoulders, holding it where it is. "I have long sleeves. I'm fine. I'll walk you home and you can give it back when we get there." 

Jesse is almost exactly my size, and with him in my hoodie and with my arm comfortably draped around his shoulders, I've never felt less like a little toothpick girl. I imagine that I'm his boyfriend walking him home. I can't stop smiling, though I'm freezing and I know it's a silly fantasy.

Halfway to his house, I remember that I still have a thermos of hot chai tea and a pair of travel mugs in my backpack. I packed them before I left home, just in case the coffee shop closed early on Sundays. 

We sit down on a bus stop bench so I can pour the tea. 

Jesse wraps his hands around one of the mugs. "As if you just pulled a thermos of tea and two cups out of your bag. That's a first." He sounds impressed.

I snap the lids on. "Well, of all the places I could pull it out of, I think this is by far the most reasonable." I shrug it off like it's nothing, but I'm all warm fuzzies inside. Jesse likes me! Not exactly in the way I'd like, perhaps, but it still delights me. 

###

Either Jesse and I have a really different idea of what "after lunch" means, or he's late. Maybe he's not coming. It's nearly three. I'm too keyed up to focus on researching legal procedure for my mystery novel. I've played countless rounds of spider solitaire while checking every three minutes to see if Jesse is online. He isn't. A couple other guys and a girl from the dating site try to chat with me, but I can't work up the interest. I wish I'd gotten Jesse's phone number. I wonder if I accidentally offended him yesterday.

Just when I decide he isn't coming and I should find a better use for my day than playing five hundred rounds of solitaire, the doorbell rings. My heart skips. I tell it to settle down. This is not even a date. Jesse has made it quite clear that he wants something I don't have, and I ought to respect that. I will respect that.

I walk down the stairs like a calm person, even though I don't feel like one, and I open the door to find a couple of perky young women with clipboards who want me to switch to a different natural gas provider. 

"This isn't my house." I tell them. It's true. As a struggling writer slash dishwasher, I have the choice between living with my parents or living in a cockroach infested studio apartment and subsisting on noodles. I choose option A. It may not be what the cool kids are doing but it works for us. This week, my parents are in Peru, so the clipboard women are out of luck.

Just as they turn to go, Jesse rounds the corner from the opposite direction I expected him to come from, cuts across the neighbour's lawn, and hurries up the driveway. 

"Hi. Oh my god I'm so sorry I tried to take a shortcut and got so lost and came out like, three kilometers up Tenth Line Road and had to walk back and I thought it would be faster if I cut through the huge park by the high school, and actually I think it was faster, but I stepped in water at the bottom of a ditch and now my socks are wet," he babbles. His shoes squish as he comes up the porch steps, lending credence to the story.

"But you made it, and I have lots of dry socks." I hold the door open for him as he squishes inside, and all is suddenly right with the world. He's let his hair down. It looks wavy and soft. I start to lift a hand to touch it, but then I remember my manners.

Jesse kicks off his running shoes and peels off his wet socks. His toenails are painted perfect glossy black. So are his fingernails. Pretty. It makes me wonder what might be under those loose fitting cargo pants. If his legs are as smooth and well taken care of as his hands and feet, he's going to rock those microscopic skirts. If he tries them on. If they fit.

He catches sight of himself in the hall mirror and pats his hair in dismay. "Ack! I look like a puffball. And I just straightened this mess before I left."

"I think I have a hair straightener somewhere if you want one. I used to have enough hair to bother." 

He takes me up on the offer and lays out makeup on the bathroom counter, while I dig through the jumble of seldom-used toiletries and expired pharmaceuticals in the cupboards under the sink. I rise triumphant with the dusty straightening iron and Jesse goes to work on his hair.

I perch on the edge of the whirlpool tub and watch his flawless execution of the beauty routine that I could never get the hang of. He straightens his hair with expert efficiency. His eyeliner goes on in a smooth, even line and he applies mascara without his eyelashes all sticking together. The eye makeup accents the slant of his eyes, giving him an exotic look. The last time I tried that, I came out looking more like Alice Cooper. 

Jesse glances back at me in the mirror. "Does it look okay?" 

"You belong on the cover of a magazine." 

He stands up a little straighter and checks out his reflection from a different angle. "Really? Which one?" 

The titles that spring to mind are the fashion magazines that I studied when I was a teenager, still trying to fit in. I don't like to admit that I ever read them. 

Instead I say, "One that always has gorgeous people on the cover."

I give him a tour of the house and we agree that the solarium will be the best place for pictures. Plenty of sunlight filters down through the spring green leaves of the maples and the huge bushes that I need to trim soon. Plus the room isn't cluttered, which means less stuff to move out of the way. 

With the place decided, Jesse sits down on the fluffy white rug to poke through my bag of girl clothes. He holds up a little skirt made of nothing but artfully layered gauzy black material. "You have some nice stuff." 

I join him on the rug. "If you find anything that works for you, you can keep it." I can't explain why I'm so determined to get him into my clothes instead of his own cute stuff, whatever that may be. I hope he doesn't think I'm too weird.

He peeks at me over the waistband of the skirt he's holding and arches his eyebrows. "What? No, a sexy girl like you needs her pretty things."

I like that he called me sexy, but telling me I need pretty things because I'm a sexy girl hits a raw nerve. "Nope, I don't need them," I say sharply. Just great - yet another man thinks that since I have two X chromosomes, I should spend my life trying to look pretty to please them instead of doing what pleases me.

Jesse puts the skirt down in his lap and looks up at me, puzzled. "But I bet you look so good in them. If I had a body like yours, I'd want to show it off all the time."

Ah, so this is more about what he wishes he could do, and not so much about what he thinks I should do differently. I've never even told him that I don't wear these clothes. My irritation evaporates. "You do have a body a lot like mine. I think." And I hope he gets around to showing it off soon, since that's what he came here to do.

Jesse scoffs and pulls off his tent sized t-shirt, revealing a tightly laced white corset with black satin ribbons. His shoulders are a little broader than mine and he has a little more muscle than I do, but we are awfully close to the same size. His skin looks smooth and soft. 

"I wish," he says, and sighs. "I keep drinking soy milk, but no boobs yet." He pushes at the sides of his chest with his chest like he's trying to make cleavage appear, but he isn't built to squish that way. 

"I have a pair I'm not using for anything. Too bad we can't just trade parts like potato head people." Feminine curves would suit him, though he already looks lovely. I want to nuzzle my face against his throat, and feel his skin against my lips. 

He looks down at his lap and picks up the skirt again. "Yeah, we could trade. You want a giant cock? I've got one of those that's always getting in the way." 

Why did he throw the size part in there? Could he be hitting on me? Irrational hope springs up like a jack-in-the-box. 

I grin. "Sure, that'd be a nice change. As soon as they have the technology, let's trade. Then I'll be more your type." 

"Oh, you're my type alright."

"I am? I thought..." I can't string words together. I thought he wanted a man. A very anatomically correct man. I'm confused.

"I know." He shrugs. "Not even sure if I'd like it with some big hairy dude, really. Just thought since I'm single now, why not? I mean, I've always been curious. But I think I'd rather suck your cock."

It's the first time in my life I've felt vertigo while sitting on the floor. "Too bad we're not potato head people," I say, and immediately think that sounded stupid.

"You can be a potato head person if you want. Should I run over to Kitten's Lair and get you a strap-on? I can be back in, like, an hour." He waves the skirt in what might be the general direction of our neighbourhood's sex toy and porn shop. 

"I'm not sure I want to let you out of my sight right now." What if he didn't come back?

He springs to his feet and offers me a hand up. "Ok, then come with me. That way you can pick it out. Get the size and colour you want." 

I can't think of a single reason why not, so I take his hand and let him haul me to my feet. "Okay, but I can't go on a shopping trip like this with someone I've never even kissed." 

This problem is, of course, easily solved. We almost solve it so well that we don't make it out the door. Usually when I kiss someone for the first time, it feels a little bit strange. They feel different than my last lover — different textured skin, different shape, maybe even different sex— and I'm never quite sure where I'm supposed to put my hands. Jesse feels nothing like my ex, but he feels instantly right to me. He belongs in my arms, he belongs in my bed, and my hands are supposed to go under his clothes. 

He moans encouragement into my mouth when I slip my hands down the back of his loose cargo pants and over the silky material of his thong. His little butt cheeks are just the right size for my small hands to hold. I spread them apart a little. He kisses me harder. Jesse has "Fuck me" written all over him in invisible ink. It's wonderful.

###

There are only two strap-on harnesses to choose from in Kitten's Lair, and one of them looks like the one Casey had that would never stay on properly. It's an easy choice. 

Dildos are another matter. I wouldn't be half surprised if there are a hundred kinds, half of which I could use. How anatomically incorrect do I want to be? I can't decide, so I plunk my three favorites down on the counter. One is a realistic size and colour, there's a bright orange one that is slightly larger, and there's an enormous translucent blue one with sparkles.

Times like this are why I keep a change jar.

Jesse stares. Whether it's because I'm buying myself three penises or because I'm buying them with rolls of quarters and dimes, I'm not sure. 

I feel like I'm supposed to say something. "Potato head people normally come with multiple attachments."

"Oh my," he says.

"You started it."

"Yeah." He drapes an arm around my shoulders and whispers, "So... is that the biggest one they have?" He has to mean the blue sparkly one. It's a little over the top, but I like it. Considering the way he was talking back when we were chatting online, I thought he might like it too.

"Outside of the bachelorette party novelty area, I think so." I slip my arm around his tiny waist and feel the ridges of corset boning through his t-shirt. 

Jesse gives me a squeeze, and a pleasant shiver dances down my spine. I didn't know that could happen without any illicit drugs being involved.

###

No wonder Jesse got lost on the way to my house. We're halfway back to my house, winding our way through a patch of suburbia with streets arranged like tangled spaghetti. I grew up here,

The wind picks up and he stops to put his hair in a ponytail. A strong gust shakes white petals from an apple tree, and they swirl around us. 

Here I am in the company of a beautiful girl on a warm spring day in a shower of apple blossoms, with a backpack full of sex toys and plans to use them. Life is good. Too good. 

I look up to admire the tree and I catch sight of a phalanx of dark rain clouds rushing toward us. "We'd better hurry."

Jesse follows my gaze. "Oh shit."

We pick up the pace, but not enough. The first raindrops hit my face as we turn onto a bicycle path that threads its way through a narrow park, flanked on both sides by people's back yards. A minute after that, a curtain of rain catches up with us, driven hard by the wind. Icy cold raindrops slash down against my face and my neck. They sting.

Not just icy. Ice. Tiny hailstones bounce all over the bicycle path. 

We break into a run.

The only trees in the park are spruces and saplings, which are useless for shelter, but there's a garden shed with its sliding door left open an inch. This looks promising. It's in a stranger's yard, but since I wouldn't begrudge anyone the shelter of my garden shed in a storm, I tow Jesse off the path. We scramble into the shed, knocking over a rake in our haste to get inside.

I shiver and cling to Jesse as my eyes adjust to the dim interior. Hailstones rattle against the shed's translucent plastic roof. The dark shapes around us resolve into plastic plant pots, bags of bark chips, assorted garden implements, and a wire reindeer wrapped in Christmas lights. 

I'm guessing from the number of clouds that we're going to be in here a while, so I drop my backpack at the reindeer's feet . Even disentangling myself from Jesse for the few seconds it takes to put the backpack down makes me cold enough that my teeth start chattering. 

He gets his hands up under all three of my wet shirts and he rubs my back. His hands are warm. I press my face against his shoulder. Warm. How can he be warm? Didn't we both just run through the same hailstorm and get soaked to the skin?

A trickle of cold water runs down his neck to my cheek. "I want you," he whispers. His hands stray from my back to my backside, and we pick up where we left off when we almost didn't make it out of the house. Pretty soon, I'm not cold anymore either.




Hot Potato



I lean into him and back him up against the wall. "I can't wait to get you home."

"Do we have to wait? I don't think anyone needs garden tools right now." 

It's solid logic. The hail has tapered off, but rain still hammers the shed, propelled by gusts of wind. We could probably have an orgy in here without anyone noticing. I slide a couple of fingers into his mouth and let him suck on them while I think about how far I want to go here. I'm too shy to take my clothes off in some random person's shed, but there are other things we could do. 

"Are you the kind of girl who likes to give head to strange men in semi-public places with reindeer watching?"

He answers by sliding down the wall until his knees touch the floor on either side of my feet.

"Ok, give me a sec." I fish my new orange attachment out of my bag at random and try to get it out of the package, which turns out to be impossible to do with my bare hands. We both pull out pocket knives at the same time and break into a fit of hushed laughter. 

"Oh god. You're a keeper." He puts his knife away. 

Does he mean that? I hope he really means that. I extract the toy from its package and give it an experimental lick to make sure it doesn't taste awful. It just tastes like latex. I stand up, stuff it into my pants, and poke it out through my fly. Its rubbery orange testicles help to hold it in place. Not quite hands-free, but it looks nice if you happen to like men the color of traffic cones. 

In the time it took me to equip, Jesse has made himself more comfortable using one of those foam things people kneel on while digging in flower beds. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me toward him.

He gives the dildo a slow, sensual lick before his lips close around it. He lavishes attention on it, and eventually his mouth slides all the way down the brightly colored shaft until his lips touch my fingers. Heat builds between my legs as he strains to keep as much of the toy in his mouth as he can. His breath comes in sniffles, and he looks up at me with eyes that are wet with tears, still gracefully lined in black. 

I bet if I were a real boy, this would be the best blowjob I ever had. No, scratch that, it is the best blowjob I've ever had. Casey and I tried this once, but she kept giggling, saying she felt silly sucking on a piece of latex. Jesse, on the other hand, acts like it's real. I can almost feel his mouth on me. I grab his hair and pull him toward me.

Jesse gags and twitches. I back off right away and give him a chance to catch his breath. What's wrong with me? I know full well it's obnoxious when guys do that. 

"Sorry. You okay?" I move my hand to his shoulder and give it an affectionate squeeze. 

He nods as he coughs and the tears squeeze out of the corner of his eyes. A couple seconds later, he opens his mouth wide again. When I hesitate, he sticks out his tongue and licks the tip of the dildo. "Do you like choking me with your big cock?" he asks hopefully.

I go back to feeding it to him. "I love it." 

He grabs my hand off his shoulder and puts it back on his head. I take the hint. Now that I know he wants it and I'm not just being a jerk, I hold him by the hair and fuck his face. It's exhilarating. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world, with this beautiful, sexy creature on his knees in front of me. This morning I thought I couldn't have him, but right now, he's all mine. 

Jesse takes his hands off my hips and fumbles with his belt and fly. It takes him a while to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip. I'm impressed that he manages it at all, considering what I'm doing to his throat. I wonder if he has a lot of practice. I hope that's why he can handle this so well. If it's one of his favorite things, maybe I'll get to do this a lot.

He finally gets his cock out from under his wet clothes and jerks off while I abuse his mouth. I wish I could do that too - just whip it out and get myself off. For me, though, it's trickier and it'll have to wait until we get home. This is so good, but it's almost too much. I want an orgasm so bad. Want want want. Frustration makes me even rougher with him, which apparently isn't a problem because he comes, squirting all over my pant leg.

This seems like a good time to let him breathe. He pants, gasps, mumbles something, and tries to wipe off my pant leg. 

I drop to my knees too and hold him while he recombobulates, then starts to shiver. He needs to be warm and dry. I need my vibrator. We both need to cuddle and fuck like rabbits. The rain has tapered off to a steady drizzle. 

"How about I take you home now?" I suggest.

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I arrive at Lauren and Kate's house for our usual Wednesday B movie night, and I can only contain myself for as long as it takes to dump the nacho chips I brought into a bowl. 

"Guess what? I met someone awesome!"

"Fantastic. A guy or a girl?" Lauren asks, grinning.

"Neither!" I skip across the kitchen and dispose of the empty chip bag.

Kate pauses her guacamole-making and looks at me quizzically, holding a spoonful of avocado. "Explain?" 

I explain. The PG version, not the X-rated version.

Kate drops the spoonful of avocado into the blender and shakes the spoon at me like I've been naughty. "So why didn't you bring this Jesse to meet us?" 

"He's working tonight, but I can bring him next week." I can't wait to introduce him to my friends, 'cause I think he's a keeper.