2 comments/ 37459 views/ 5 favorites Char By: johnnieblue44 It was our second date, and it was time to fuck. I had Charlene on her couch, spooning her as she lay on her right side, my hard cock poised and ready to enter her. I love that particular position, because not only can my cock enter deeply yet at a leisurely, mutually comfortable pace, but it also leaves both hands free, one to play with her nipples, which in Char's case were the approximate length of banana peppers, and the other to stroke and stimulate her clit. It also allows just the right angle to kiss, either on her full, flush lips, or on her neck and shoulder blades. And at this time, all of the above were occurring simultaneously. Things were hot. The first date, in a public place, the Borgata casino bar, almost ended with public fornication, such was our immediate sexual chemistry, but casinos tend to frown on that kind of activity. Hence, Char's invitation to spend the night at her house, no kids, no time constraints, no pesky bouncers witnessing the events. Charlene was blonde, 5'8", slender, but with fairly large breasts (C cup), nice legs, and a tight ass that she is legitimately quite proud of, especially for a woman in her forties. Even more endearing was her self-description during a conversation over the phone in between our first and second dates. "I've often wondered what the exact definition of a nymphomaniac is, and whether I meet the criteria. What can I say, the older I get, I just love to fuck." Yes, it was time to fuck, all right. The initial penetration is always the most erotic part to me. I love the feeling of stretching a woman as she adapts to my size for the first time, her being so open and vulnerable to a stiff cock, both physically and emotionally. Her body protested slightly at the invasion at first, shocked at both the depth of my initial stroke and the size. Acutely aware of her reactions, I stayed still allowing her body to adjust to me. I felt her body relaxing but she was still incredibly tight, her core still gripping me like a vise. I gritted my teeth as every muscle in my body urged me to drive into her, to slam my big piece into her until we were both gasping and panting for breath. I began to play with her tits while my cock eased into her channel, agonizingly slowly, quarter-inch by quarter-inch. Her breasts were big. Bigger even than I had thought, soft, warm, pale, rising to a point at her impossibly long dark pink nipples, and I sat back while my cock throbbed inside of her just to look for a little bit. I had thought about what they looked like since the nanosecond I had seen her, and now I lifted them high in the air with my hands snaking around her torso, and with her back arched, she was giving them to me, begging me to take them, and I felt how hard her nipples were, and I contorted my neck to take her right nipple in my mouth, and with the first touch of my tongue on her, she cried out, the verbal introductory warning for the approach of the first of many orgasms. Char's hands joined mine in fondling her tits and we played with them together while I fucked her harder. The sight of us in the mirror across the living room made us even hotter, my dick appearing and disappearing inside of her folds as her flopping tits were being pleasured by four hands at once. "Play with your clit too," I told her, and I eased her hand down to her mound. She began to shiver as her cunt pulsed and contracted over my cock, now impaled a good seven inches within her. Her voice getting raspy now, she grunted, "You fuck me so good John... Oh baby I'm gonna start cumming on your big cock." Char obeyed my whispered demands in her ear to continue to touch herself, and again and again we strummed her clit in tandem, as well as massaged her big tits. The sight in the mirror was driving us wild. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over Char's sexy body, I could feel her stomach churn and her thighs pulsate with heat. She was now cumming so hard I felt as if she were going to detonate. She began to whine louder in orgasmic glee, "Oh God I'm cumming, hard...Fuck me John....Fuck me deep...Make me your own private little whore...Oh God John I'm falling in love with your big cock." I fucked her as hard as I could now, sweat pouring from our bodies, her left leg now dangling in mid-air as my cock stretched her wide. Char grunted, "That's it Baby... Take your pussy... Ruin it with your big cock... Stretch my pussy so it fits just you." I let her finish cumming, then got up and flipped her onto her back, and dragged her to the edge of the couch as I stood up. I placed her legs over my shoulders and ground my cock back into her. I had stretched her pussy and she now accepted my girth easily. I couldn't believe it was possible but I got even deeper in her this way. I held her ankles, one in each hand and spread her legs wide for me. I gave her long, hard, deep strokes; pulling all the way out to the tip, then slamming the entire eight-inch length back in. I felt my heavy balls slapping against her ass cheeks as I fucked her into ecstasy. Char was rolling her head from side to side as I hard-fucked her. She began to cum again, "Oh yes, John... Fuck it's big... it's so fucking big... give it to me baby... make me take it all... stretch me baby... open my pussy up wide with your cock." I fucked her now with wild abandon. Char wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me close. This time she kissed me. A lover's kiss; passionate and wet. She sucked on my tongue while I began to slow fuck her, burying my big, thick cock balls deep in Char's sopping snatch. When I had stuffed her full, I began to rotate my hips in a circle, helping her pussy stretch even more to accommodate my size. She lifted her hips as I thrust into her; letting me get just that much deeper in her tight pussy. She welcomed my cock into its new home. I ground my hips roughly against her hard clit and her orgasms came rushing back. She was losing control again. She moaned, "Oh baby... You are so good to me...Fuck me John... It's so deep inside me." I could hold back no longer and began to shoot my seed deep into Char''s womb. I emptied my balls inside her, filling her with my sticky cum, spraying deep into her uterus. She came with me again making her pussy a wet sloppy mess. Literally shocking me with her energy, as she felt my climax start to slow, Char pulled my still-shooting penis out of her sopping cunt and wormed herself down toward my cock. Without hesitation she wrapped her entire mouth around the member. I felt a surge of pleasure/pain shoot into directly my loins, and I involuntarily grabbed Char's head between my hands, face-fucking her, urging her to take it all. She sucked and sucked and sucked, her tongue and mouth cavity vacuumed tightly around my shaft. She was literally summoning every last remaining drop of the jizz out of my slit with her vicious suck. I had donated every ounce of sperm that I had, or so I thought, but she did not stop, she worked her tongue under me, assuring she had captured every drop, still licking and sucking as I felt the aftershocks of my powerful orgasm and was unable to focus my eyes for a moment, as she finally relinquished ownership of me, and curled up in between my legs, with her head on my thigh, and softly stroked me, still half-erect. She continued to softly stroke my dick, which I was amazed to see was responding to her. She leaned up and whispered in my ear. "Will you fuck me again?", she asked. "I love the way you just fucked me." She raised her body up to kiss me on the mouth next, with her hand still stroking me, finding my mouth with hers, and giving me such warm, wet kisses that I was almost breathless from them and her hand on my dick. Then, pulling her hot mouth away from mine again, she moved down, down, this time stroking my rapidly resuscitating dick with her magnificent, just-fucked sweaty body all the way down, rubbing my cock against her flat belly, again against her heavy breasts, and now her mouth found mine again. It was sweet torture, but achieving the desired effect, as my cock was making a Lazarus-like revival from the dead. I held on tightly to the back of her hair, now my hands in fists, as her tongue, with my dick in her hand, made merciless circles around the sensitive tip. Round and round, while slowly stroking me, up and down, and I could see her eyes fluttering from getting off on doing this, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her, her hair wild and messy from the recently completed hot fuck, partly over her eyes, but I could still see them. I could see them glancing up at my face in almost animalistic heat. And slowly, making those slow, teasing circles, she moved her fingers in a circle down my dick as her mouth slowly, slowly swallowed me to the nuts and she moaned as she could feel me getting harder still. I couldn't believe how hard she made me, so fast, she had me that turned on. I was now like a rock once again against her tongue as she stroked me with it, teasing my balls now with her fingers, she started, started to go faster now. I saw she wasn't going to slow. And now even faster, her tongue working my thick shaft, in, and out, and in, and out, so hot, now dripping wet in her mouth, her tongue still working the tip of my dick every time I slid out, but now she would not let me out that far, and I heard her as she started to moan as she got faster. Now, every time she slid her mouth down the shaft of my dick, she would rotate her mouth so her lips swirled in a circle with each movement. Her tongue was driving me crazy, harder motions, harder strokes, faster and faster her hungry mouth swallowed me, and I saw, despite the fact that I was so close again, that she was cumming, she was coming just from sucking my dick! I heard her moaning into my shaft, felt her fingers tightly into my thighs, and now she just sucked me wildly, so fast, so unbelievably fast, in, out, in, out and then she felt me tremble, felt me unable to control the guttural moan that escaped me, as my head went back, my back arched, and my cum began to rumble from deep in my testicles. At the first taste, she pulled my shaft out of her mouth and aimed it at her own face. Two messy ropes splashed against her mouth and cheeks and onto her left eyelid. She used her fist to continue pumping, urging the last clear drops out onto her hand. After this, she snaked her body up onto my exhausted form, straddling me, rubbing her still soaked pussy flesh around my deflating penis. She shoved her fingers into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself, then she offered her face for me to lick clean, which I did hungrily. When the sperm was cleaned from her face, we found ourselves kissing tenderly, giving our kisses to one another. Finding stamina from some unknown source due to the sheer sexual adrenalin she had evoked within me, I picked Char up by the buttocks, lifted her, and placed her on the couch on her back. She looked down at me, with that kind of questioning look lovers give after sex for what seems like ages, a look that said, what could ever follow such sweet perfection? I gazed deeply into Char's eyes as I moved my hand between her legs and placed two fingers inside her. I stroked her g-spot and watched as she suckled her nipple with her mouth, nibbling herself softly. I moved both my arms around Charlene's midsection in a warm embrace, nothing more than a hug. I licked her neck, firmly, and Char shuddered again. She moaned loudly but could not form words. Then I pinched her nipple, and yet another orgasm threatened to wave over her. "Plea... please..." Char groped for the words. I kissed my way down to Char's belly button, digging in with my tongue, as my hands fondled her breasts, and she came again. At the precise moment I placed my tongue against her clitoris, the insatiable self-described nymphomaniac spasmed against my face and the couch flooded with her cum, as she ripped the pillows away from the couch with her flailing arms. She kicked and kicked at the air. She seemed to recover somewhat, slightly, as I licked deep inside her vagina, my lips moving with pressure against her smooth meaty walls, but the respite was brief as another shattering orgasm hit the nymph. She bounced like a ball on a trick seal's nose. Then I shoved my fingers back into her pussy as I moved down to lick her asshole, relishing the sour wetness between her cheeks. For the next five minutes, Char came repeatedly, calling hoarsely for me to stop, don't stop, stop, trying without strength to push me away from her gaping anus. She orgasmed, she orgasmed again, then she suffered through another one and another as I tongue lashed her asshole and rimmed her dark anal opening. I rubbed her legs and stomach with my hands, I grabbed her tits and arms and ribs, I even licked her thighs and knee pits and sucked her toes. She writhed helplessly, convulsing across the surface of the couch, sweating profusely, twisting her head back and forth, and made a generous, though somewhat obvious, offer. "You can have my other hole... if you want it." In answer to her question, I pushed her down on her elbows and proceeded to rim her ass hole from the top. Her satiny behind began to move in concert with my oral efforts. I inserted the tip of my tongue past her tightly wound muscle. She thrust back against my face as if needing to pull my tongue inside her tight little hole. "Oh that's very, very fucking dirty... and so very nice!" Char gushed. "Charlene, uh, are you experienced in, ah, anal sex?" I asked. She responded succinctly. "It's been quite a while. My ex-husband didn't like it; he tried it once, but got turned off. My former lover, he took my ass regularly; he really got into it, but he was sometimes a bit too rough. I like it with the right man, a guy who knows what he's doing. I'm guessing from the tongue fuck you just gave my little pucker that you have some experience in these matters?" I continued my oral exploration of her tender hole, working as much spit as I could inside. I inserted one, then two fingers through her tight anal ring. Her special opening relaxed as if on cue; she was more experienced than I had anticipated. I rolled Char over on her back. She raised her tight thighs up against her big breasts, positioning herself quite nicely for the anal invasion. By now, my dick was again ready for the task. Nothing gets me re-energized than pleasuring a woman with my tongue the way I had just orally sated Char. I growled as I maneuvered my cockhead against her most intimate orifice, and she groaned when she heard the demand. "Give me your ass, slut. You know you want it—look at you, preparing it---and you know you want it, you ass whore, don't you?" Turns out, as much as she enjoyed the dirty talk, Char did not enjoy being banged up the ass from directly above, the angle was not quite right and she couldn't handle my girth without pain. The last thing I ever want to do to a woman is inflict pain. Maybe some get off on that BDSM stuff, but not me. Sex, even anal plundering, should be all about pleasure. Call me old-fashioned that way, I thought, as she rolled on her side and I read her mind, coming up closely behind her as she wantonly reached back and spread her butt cheeks in renewed invitation. This time, I found the comfortable target quickly, jammed the fat head of my cock past the barrier muscle and slowly shoved my high hard one deep in her bowels. I pushed both of her thighs out of the way and settled into perfect position in front of her as I began a slow, lazy invasion of her rectum. Some women hate anal sex---the pain, the submission---the sense that it is just an act of male domination. She had had less than enjoyable anal experiences. This one was starting out very differently. I made love to the parts of her face and breasts that I could reach with my lips and tongue as I made love to her ass. I know I am fairly well endowed, so I was gentle, if indeed an ass fucking can be defined as gentle. Her tight sphincter continued to work my cock, making it grow for the final time today to its full eight inches, now firmly imbedded in her bowels. But we needed more lubrication, so I spit in my hand and spread the saliva over my massive shaft, and pulled her hand back to assist in the stroking. Taking it in her hand, she rubbed the bulbous head between her palms making it wet and slick too. I again placed my dick at the opening of her anus and pressed against her, irresistible force against somewhat moveable anal object. Char's surrender was almost complete. And she asked that I go faster now, so with my my hands holding tightly to her, I could feel her starting to cum, felt it inside and out, her hands over her head, in her hair, her head back and if I wasn't holding tightly she might have fallen off the couch, and she was so hot, so tight, and watching her, I came, came so hard and she did again, also, feeling me inside her, and she kissed me and put her head on my shoulder. She had fucked me, blown me and given me her ass, and my cum coated her pussy, throat, and ass. It was a good second date, wouldn't you say? Char-Latte Every morning Charlotte's alarm clock goes off at 6 AM. She reaches over and shuts off the alarm, then lays there stretching a bit before venturing out into her apartment and into her bathroom to take her shower. Charlotte has a stereo in her bedroom that she turns on before she enters the bathroom. It suddenly blares some music, startling her, but it was just the wake up call she needed to stay awake. Charlotte turns on the tub water to get the right temperature, then turns the knob to shower. The water comes bursting out. Charlotte closes the shower door, and lets it steam up while she goes to the bathroom. When she's finished, she then takes out a couple of towels and places them on the heated towel rack, then opens the door to the shower and enters into the hot steamy mist, the water cascading down Charlotte's body. She flips her head downward and wets her hair, then grabs her bottle of Pantene shampoo and places some into her hand, then massages it into her scalp and hair, before rinsing. Charlotte then rinses her hair, and grabs her bottle of Pantene conditioner, and repeats the process, leaving the conditioner in her hair until she is done with her shower. Charlotte then takes her bath puff and puts her favorite bath soap onto it, then replaces the cap and the bottle in its place. She then takes the bath puff and traces it all over her body, leaving no part of her unwashed. She then rinses out the soap from her bath puff, and places it back where she kept it, then rinsing herself off. She then flips her head downward again, and rinses out the conditioner from her head. Once Charlotte's done with that, she turns off the water, and rings out her hair, before opening her shower door, and takes a towel off her heated towel rack and wraps her hair up turban style. Charlotte then grabs the other towel off the rack and begins to place it around her, before getting out of the shower. She then exit's the shower, then closes the door behind her, she ventures over to the sink and grabs her hair pick, and begins to pick her hair. Charlotte has a curly perm in her hair, so this process takes a while, especially when you have long hair, like Charlottes. But Charlotte has always used a pick on her hair, as he hair stylist told her it's better to use a pick on your hair, because it cuts down on the split ends. And Charlotte has always stuck by this rule. When Charlotte was done, she took her can of volumizing mousse and squeezed some into her hand and massages it through her hair, she then with her head still flipped downward, grabs her hair dryer and begins to dry her hair. When she is finished, Charlotte returns to the upright position and then adds her make-up using the huge vanity sized mirror in the bathroom. When she was done, she exited the bathroom, shutting off the light as she exited. Charlotte wandered over to her dresser and opened the drawer and grabbed her sexy thong panties, and her lace bra and puts them onto her bed. She then travels herself to her closet and rummages through her cloths, finally settling on a typical 80's outfit. A sort of short 80's style woman's suit. Charlotte then places the items of clothing onto her bed, and begins to dress herself. First her sexy thong panties, then her lace bra. Charlotte then began to put the rest of her cloths on. Then walked herself over to her closet and grabbed herself a nice pair of stiletto heels and put them onto her feet. She then went to her dresser again, and took out some fancy 80's type earrings and put them into her ears, then dabbed some perfume onto her neck and her wrists. She then grabbed her purse, and her briefcase, along with her laptop in another bag. Charlotte went to the stand by her door, and grabbed her keys off of it, then unlocked the many locks on her door. Sighing as she's unlocking all the locks on her door, Charlotte thought it's better to be safe than sorry in New York City. Charlotte then opens the door and then ventures out into the hallway of her apartment building. Being on the 12th floor, she pushes the elevator button and waits for the doors to open. When the elevator reaches the 12th floor, and the doors open, Charlotte looks inside making sure it's safe from the common criminal and that there actually is a floor there. With all the horror stories of elevator doors opening and people entering and finding that the elevator hadn't reached the floor yet, Charlotte just wanted to be safe. After all, malfunctions happen, and sometimes for the worse. So after deciding it was safe to get onto the elevator, she enters and presses the lobby button on the control panel. The doors suddenly close tightly, and the elevator begins to go down each floor, this time without stopping on any other floors, which made Charlotte very happy. When the elevator stops at the lobby floor, she hears the noise of the elevator stop, then the door open. She then looks outside and makes sure it's safe again, then exit's the elevator. The doors behind her wait a few moments and then closes. Charlotte reaches the apartment door and opens it then exits her building, and off the steps and onto the sidewalk. Charlotte then hails a cab. The cab stops directly in front of her, and the driver asks, "Where to ma'am?" "East 69th Street, please," said Charlotte. The cab driver said, "alright get in ma'am." Charlotte then enters the cab, and sits down in the back seat, and closes the door to the cab as the driver pulls away from the curb. After a few cab ride minutes, the cab comes to a halt, in front of the 69th Street Starbucks. Charlotte pays the taxi cab driver, then grabs her stuff and opens the cab door and exits, shutting the door behind her. Charlotte then hoisted her purse up onto her shoulder and positioned her briefcase and her laptop bag in each hand. Then walked up to the doors of the 69th Street Starbucks corner coffee shop. As she reached the doors, someone else was entering and opened the door and stood off to the side and let Charlotte in, then he entered the store himself. Charlotte said her 'Thank you,' to the handsome looking man as she edged forward into the store. The man replied with, "my pleasure, ma'am." As Charlotte entered, she was eyed by the man behind the counter. His name, Miguel, who nodded his head towards the back of the store, to which Charlotte went behind the counter and followed Miguel to the back of the store. The store wasn't that busy, so Miguel had time for a quick love affair with his favorite customer, Charlotte. Charlotte was a 5'2 woman, with a body that was made for sin. Her chest was at least a 34b. Not too small, but yet not too big. Just enough to grab onto, when need be. Miguel was 5'6, very good looking, and was a full 9 inches when erect. The perfect size, thought Charlotte. Enough to get her off, and then some. When Charlotte and Miguel reached the back of the store, Charlotte put her briefcase, and her laptop bag and her purse onto the floor next to each other. When she was done, a 34 year old Miguel unbuttoned and unzipped his dress pants and reached inside into his boxers and grabbed himself and then pulled himself out. Charlotte quickly seized the moment and grabbed the now unhidden treasure and began to run her hand up and down his jewel. Miguel brought Charlotte closer to him, his lips meshing with hers. Their tongues probing each others mouths. Miguel's hand on Charlotte's hip and the other caressing her chest. Charlotte breaks the kiss, and receives a moan from Miguel. She then travels her kisses down Miguel's body. Tasting the saltiness of his Spanish skin. Stopping at his neck, then further down her tongue swirls around his nipple, then the other. Then Charlotte furthered her exploration, to his navel, laving there a few minutes, then down to the top of his cock, but not touching it. Charlotte wanted to prolong his wanting. So she traveled her kisses down each thigh and back up, and finally engulfing his cock into her mouth, running her tongue along the vein underneath, before caressing the tip. Charlotte kept this up for a few minutes, in fact, until he was about to come. Then with a protest from Miguel, she stopped, and his cock made a plop from her mouth, bounced and lingered in the dim light of the far end of the back of the store. Miguel then grabbed the front of Charlotte's waistband of her trousers. Charlotte placed her right hand on Miguel's right shoulder, and her left hand just underneath his chin, and brought herself forward and kissed him. All the while Miguel unhooked Charlotte's trousers. His hands working furiously. He finally had the last hook undone, he placed his hand at the top of her panties, and then worked his hand inside. He found exactly what he was looking for. Moisture. The very moisture that covered her lower lips. Miguel's hands ventured further, and explored her wetness, as they continued to kiss. Their tongues invading their mouths in their wake. Miguel finally worked his finger inside Charlotte, and began massaging the inside of her walls. Then Charlotte wiggled her cute little butt and with one swift motion her trousers landed around her ankles. Her sexy thong panties still attached to her shapely body. But in another swift motion, Miguel had her panties down around her ankles as well. Charlotte knew what she needed, and didn't need any prodding from Miguel, even though Miguel pressed his leg up against hers. Then with one swift motion, his cock entered Charlotte, and began to have a life of its own. Charlotte's insides gripped him like a vise. Charlotte unbuttoned her blouse, and reached inside and unhooked the front her lace bra. With this measure, Charlotte's breasts came undone as well, they freed themselves from the confines of the undergarment. Charlotte cupped one of them and offered it to Miguel. Which was an offer he couldn't refuse. Miguel captured Charlotte's nipple in his mouth and began to suck wildly on the bud, which made his cock jump even more. Charlotte took her hand and placed it behind Miguel's head, and brought herself closer to him. With her one leg placed onto the shelf behind her, and her other placed onto the floor, it seemed easier for Miguel to thrust deeply inside her. And with a few last strokes, Miguel's body went stiff inside Charlotte. Charlotte's body also went still. Her body still gripping Miguel's cock like a vise, milked him until he was dry. After empting his seed into her, Miguel's cock made a plop noise again and exited Charlotte. Charlotte protested this, and began to run her fingers up and down his cock. Slowly Miguel's cock began to get some life back into it. Miguel and Charlotte both watched as her hands did their magic. As Miguel's cock began to get a life of its own, his hands began to roam Charlotte's lithe body. He cupped her breasts, and then began to roll her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, before bending his head and enrapturing one between his lips. His lips gripped her nipple as he began to suck. Miguel was sucking her nipple furiously, before he stopped and turned Charlotte around and spread her legs. Miguel then entered her from behind, this time a little more slowly. Then with time, his pace began to quicken. He grabbed onto charlotte's breasts and used them in his hands, pulling on their nipples as he thrust himself into her. Charlotte's knees began to weaken with each thrust. She knew she was headed for a big orgasm, she could feel the sensation welling up within her. Miguel pulled Charlotte's nipples a few more times as his thrusts became more furious. Miguel was a little more vocal then usual. Charlotte could hear him grunt, a little louder with each thrust. Soon his grunts became words, "arghhhhhhh, fuckkkk, fuckk, fuckkkkkk," said Miguel, at least three times before he finally climaxed into her. With Miguel's seed flowing into her, Charlotte finally climaxed as well. Then as each came down from their orgasm high, Miguel, without puling out of Charlotte, pulled her closer to him. Charlotte felt Miguel's hot seed flowing through her body. Working its way to where she knew it should be. This routine of theirs went on for months, almost a year, before one day, when Charlotte entered her favorite 69th Street Starbucks, everyone gave a thunderous applause as she entered. Someone even whistled. Charlotte grew embarrassed. As especially she didn't understand what we happening. 'Was she the 1 millionth customer?' 'What?' She wasn't sure, until Miguel came from behind the counter and got down on one knee and opened a small box in front of her and everyone. Charlotte gasped in delight, for she finally knew what all this meant. Miguel was asking her hand in marriage. Before Miguel could say anything, Charlotte shouted, "yes! Yes!, yes!, I will take your hand." Then Miguel took the ring out the box, and placed it on Charlotte's left hand, third finger. Then getting up on his knee, he embraced Charlotte in a huge kiss. Again everyone in the 69Th Street Starbucks showed their enthusiasm. Miguel then grabbed Charlotte's hand and took her to the back of the store, like he did many times before. He kissed his beautiful fiancée. Charlotte, so overwhelmed kissed him back, then breaking their kiss, and opening her mouth to say the one thing that she knew belonged in the air. "Miguel." "Yes, my beautiful flower?" "I think we have another celebration dew in about 8 months," Charlotte blurted into the dim lit area of the back of the store. Miguel looked into Charlotte's eyes, and begged the truth. Charlotte just shook her head, yes." Miguel let out a loud holler that everyone could hear. Then grabbing Charlotte's hand, and running to the front of the store. Miguel finally quieted everyone down, before telling everyone, "we have another announcement for everyone." The crowd hushed again, as Miguel told them that in 8 months they were expecting a little wonder into this wonderous world. The crowd in the 69Th Street Starbucks became thunderous with applause. Congratulations was said by Miguel's fellow employees behind the counter. After the crowd calmed down, Miguel again took Charlotte's hand and lead her to the back of the store and began kissing her. And before you knew it, they were in their usual position of Charlotte's leg resting on the shelf behind them, and her other leg on the floor, with Miguel thrusting a little more gently inside her. Miguel and Charlotte came with joy. Then Miguel exited Charlotte's body, and he slowly turned her around. He then looked deep into her eyes as Charlotte did Miguel's. Charlotte then tore off his shirt, and began clutching Miguel's firm body, massaging his nipples, which made his cock jump a little against Charlotte's belly. This excited Charlotte to no-end. So Charlotte turned around and then reached behind her and grabbed onto Miguel's cock and guided it to the hole where she knew it should be and began to gently push back and fourth with her cute little butt hitting against Miguel's tone belly. Miguel as usual placed one hand on Charlotte's hip and the other cupping her breast. Climaxing again and again, as Miguel softly grunted his familiar, "fuckkkkkk, fuckk, fuckkkkkk, I'm coming." And with that Miguel yet again let loose his seed into Charlotte. When they were finally finished, Charlotte was dressed as well as Miguel. They began kissing, then breaking the kiss, Charlotte says, "if I don't get out of here, I'm going to be late, and we won't have enough money to celebrate our celebration in 8 months." Miguel kissed Charlotte one more time before picking up her briefcase, lap top computer and purse, and handing it to Charlotte. Miguel then spoke up and said, "You will be mine forever. I love you always." Charlotte kissed Miguel and said, "I love you always." Then kissed him again, before turning on her stiletto's and walking to the front of the store. A few employees of the 69Th Street Starbucks congratulated Charlotte on the way out of the store. Charlotte took Subway 12b to her downtown office. You see, Charlotte was a writer for a magazine, sort of like Carrie in the HBO TV series and now a major motion picture, 'Sex and The City.' But Charlotte did not write about sex, nor did she write about the city. She wrote about fashion. Charlotte wrote about the latest styles, colors, the latest designers all the way from Dior, Lagerfeld, Louis Vuitton, Donna Karan, Prada, Dolce and Gabanna and the like. When reaching her office building, Charlotte was greeted at the door by a man in a suit entering the building also. He held the door for Charlotte, so Charlotte hurried inside, then saying her, 'thank you," to the man. To which he replied, "your welcome maam." Charlotte reached the elevator, and pressed the button. When the elevator finally arrived, and finally opened its doors, Charlotte entered. Just as the elevator was about to close its doors, Charlotte heard someone yell, "hold the elevator." To which Charlotte, held the elevator. Charlotte finally reached the top floor of her building, then off the elevator she went. Her heels clicking on the floor, until she stopped at the double doors to her office. Opening the door Charlotte bustled herself inside the office of Vogue. Where she stopped at the main desk, the woman handed Charlotte a bunch of 5 x 7 papers, with messages on them. Before Charlotte was able to take them out of the woman's hand, the woman squealed in delight. Seeing Charlotte's new ring. The woman immediately knew that Charlotte was indeed engaged. And before she knew it. Charlotte's news was all over Vogue. People she knew and didn't even know, stopped by to congratulate her and have a look at her diamond ring. Charlotte kept the other secret to self, for the time being. She thought that it would be too much excitement. Not that her ring and her engagement was excitement enough. Although some of Charlotte's fellow co-corkers were envious of her joyous occasion. But she knew that was to be expected. The ones closest to her wanted every detail of her courtship. Who the guy was, where he proposed, and where he bought the ring. Although the latter didn't really matter to Charlotte, in fact she didn't even know, nor did she care. Charlotte was getting married. And within the next four months, Charlotte and Miguel landed themselves a church with 150 guests. Mostly friends, family, Miguel's fellow employees of the 69Th Street Starbucks, where he and Charlotte first met, and then finally got engaged. The rest of the 150 guests, were Charlotte's co-workers at Vogue, with her best friend since childhood, as maid of honor. Charlotte and Miguel had a wonderful honeymoon visiting the island of St. Thomas. They made mad passionate love, in all of their favorite positions. Standing, sitting and lying down. Four months later back in N.Y.C. Charlotte and Miguel welcomed a baby girl, weighing in at 7 lbs. 16 oz's. her name? Starr Melia Denise Santos. Starr after the place where Charlotte and Miguel first met, Melia after Miguel's mom, Denise after Charlotte's best friend since childhood, and of course Santos, her last name. Charlotte, after maternity, returned to her writing at Vogue, and Miguel returned to the 69Th Street Starbucks. He wanted to keep the tradition alive, so every morning when Charlotte went to work at Vogue, she stopped at the 69Th Street Starbucks for a quick love affair with her favorite Starbucks employee, in the back of the store. Char Says Goodbye I toss and turn in the small hours of the night, restless with the wanting of you. It has only been a week since I saw you and still I can not get enough of you. I wake up each day ready to begin anew, knowing that you are in my world. Finally I fall into sleep, and feel you in my arms. Turning, I gather you to me and sigh in contentment. I sleepily kiss the side of you face and chin. As you draw me closer I feel the quickening of your breathing and the warmth of your body as you surround me with it. I drift on a cloud of euphoria as I feel your hands roam over my body, stopping to caress a breast or a shoulder. Feeling it as you hand skims across my face and pulls me to you to receive kisses. I gather your face in my hands and play at you mouth with mine, enjoying the gentle touches that deepen with the passion we stir. Until finally they become the soul searing kisses that flash across my mind and plummets me into the fire. As the fire consumes me, I feel your mouth as it travels down the beating pulse of my neck and across my breast to find that which you enjoy the most, a nipple that is hard and standing, waiting for you to suckle. Latching on to it you draw it into your mouth and suck to the point of pain. When I near that threshold you gentle your tugs, and lave away the hurt. Then move on to the other, giving it you fierce attention. Again and again you draw me to the edge with your ministrations but you do not allow me to go over. Your mouth moves on me again and travels down my stomach leaving a trail of kisses in its wake. I feel you kiss the top of my mound and then run your tongue over it. I tremble and shudder; this above all is what I yearn for. To feel you love me with you tongue and lips. You take such infinite care as you graze my nether lips with kisses. Licking and sucking them so they vibrate to the throbbing of my heart. As if breaking a peach apart you place your thumbs on each side of my lips and gentle pull them back to expose my inner fruit. Placing you tongue at the bottom of the slit you gather my nectar as you stroke up. At the top of my slit you find that which you would play with. Sucking on it and flicking it with your tongue, you can feel me as I begin to undulate to the rhythm of your touch. Your tongue moves to probe me and I feel the invading warmth. Sighing, I cradle your head in my hands as you feast upon me. Loving your gluttony as you proclaim your satisfaction of the feast that I serve. Closer and closer you drive me to the precipice. As I dangle on the edge, you circle you tongue upon me and flick it quickly over my most sensitive part. I shudder, I scream as I fall over the edge to my small death. I rouse myself and feel the tears that cover my face. Tears that have come unbidden to wash clean the hurt and ache that I feel when my body remembers what my head can not forget. You are gone. Your simple two-line note that tells me you have found someone and can no longer be with me confronts me as I look around for you. Lying there where I left it when I sought the solace a sleep. I remember that no words were spoken and no promises made that would bind us and that each sought in the other something they could not name. I remember the joy of our brief encounters and the mutual satisfaction of the sharing of our bodies. And I remember the fun that you brought back into my life. How could I wish you ill after all that you have given? I cannot. Instead I come to terms with the grief of losing you and turn my face to the new beginning that lies just outside my door. I wish for you the best. I wish for you your heart’s delight. And pray that she treat your heart as gently as I would have. Goodbye, my sweet man, I give you into the care of another and I begin anew. Character Description Dos and Donts FBI'S MOST WANTED; A LIST OF DESCRIPTION DOS AND DONTS Half of the stories you see on this website suffer from a simple, and easily-reversible flaw. Show, not tell. Specifically, characters. The paragraph below is an example of a writing style that is unimaginative, cheap, lazy, and unappealing to read. ... "Hi, my name is Brenda. I've been going to Fuckmesilly University for three years now. I'm 5'2", blonde, and I weigh 100 pounds. I have DD breasts, and bright blue eyes. I like to shave my pussy, but sometimes only in a landing strip. I find it hard to buy bra's sometimes, so I often go without." ... There are many MANY things wrong with the above paragraph, but the first and foremost is SHOW not TELL. This is the most basic rule that you learn in writing. The first time I heard about show not tell, I was in fifth grade. If a visiting author of CHILDREN'S books knows it, then we, as adults, should also know. Now, granted; it is a lot harder to show your main character's desirable traits if you're writing from first person point of view. If you often have trouble describing what you're character looks like from 1st person, try writing in third. Now, there are several very simple techniques that can be used to give the reader an idea of main characters, but there is also a very simple rule. Let's call it the golden rule of Show, not Tell. GOLDEN RULE: Don't tell all at once. If you give away you're character in little snippets and bits, it's far easier for the reader to digest. Maybe you think I'm going way too deep for a simple wank story. If you write simple wank stories, then the 'most wanted list' approach is natural. But if you're struggling to make a long erotic story, or a story with a plot, then this rule will help immensely. Here is a second example, different character. ... I woke up with a start. Rachel's alarm clock was going off. I groaned and put my face back into the pillow. I fuckin HATE mondays, and my roommate has a class at eight, so I can't help but get up at the crack of dawn with her. I eventually gave up at trying to sleep again, so I minced down the bunk bed ladder, it always gets really cold in winter. Rachel always hogs the mirror and sink, so I have learned the ancient art of braiding my hair without one. Rachel says that my hair looks better down, but I'm Irish, so I have the reddest curliest goddamn hair the world has ever seen. I have to braid it so I don't go crazy, or get the teeth of my comb lost in the ensuing tangle. I pulled the blinds closed and quickly pulled off my pajamas and got dressed. Me and Rachel both pull on sweaters, because of the weather, and she gives my chest a longing look. 'Beth, I wish I had boobs like yours... I mean, you can't even SEE mine when I'm wearing all of this shit!' --- This style of writing does take longer, another reason why the writers of quick jerk-off stories don't like to employ it. It took an extra two paragraphs, but we learned so many things, and without the awkward 'Most Wanted List' intro. We learned her name, hair color, that she goes to college, that it's winter, and even a bit of her personality. All and all, the passage reads easier, and it feels more natural. TECHNIQUES; HOW TO BREAK THE VICIOUS CYCLE I use several techniques to my advantage in my stories, they are all simple, and if you don't use them gratuitously often, they pay off and make the story seem more natural. THE COMPLAINT: Men and women (women to a greater degree, but don't write off gay men...) always have complaints about their body issues. Odds are, since this is an erotica website, your main character will be incredibly attractive, but there are always little complaints that you can use to reveal more of your character's physical appearance. A few examples --- Ugh, I hate the summer. I literally CANNOT tan. I'm a redhead y'know, so all the sun ever does is make my freckles breed... I managed to make it to forty, but my hairline is finally starting to suffer. I guess I'm lucky... but I still hate seeing it every morning. Heidi is a doll, and she always says it makes me look refined... --- And so on and so forth. The complaint is a good strategy, but can only be used sparingly. If you use it too much, your main character could be everything from a little bitchy to completely insufferable. GROOMING: I don't use this one too often, but it's almost like another version of the Complaint. It just shows a part of the main character's routine that emphasizes one of their traits. It could be anything from what hair products they use to where they have to shop. FAWNING: This does absolutely jack-shit if you're trying to describe your narrating character, but it helps to introduce the reader to side characters. It's basically when you're main character is ogling another. Like so. --- I just couldn't believe it... James was looking better then ever today... He was in his jogging shorts, and his legs were shiny from sweat, because he had been running. His blond hair always clumps into these spikes when he runs... He's so tall, I would barely reach his chest. Those amazing green eyes looked my way, and I nearly ran into a wall! Man, do I just love my teacher's legs. I know she's older, but DAMN! She always wears these sheer stockings, and one time, I caught a glimpse of her thighs, and the lace near the top. She makes me afraid to stand up! --- So, useful. Also, this technique finds a niche when you're doing multiple perspective stories. THE STRANGER: Okay, bear with me, because this one takes a little explaining. This technique cannot be used in all stories, and it mostly works in two situations. The first situation is one where the main character has undergone some deep traumatizing event, the second is when a character is acting completely different from how they normally would. What happens next, is they see their reflection, and they feel like they're seeing a stranger. Both of the examples I'm going to show you are ones that are in my actual stories, and not just made up on the spot. --- When I opened my eyes, I could see my reflection in the casket, a feminine blonde boy with hair that was too long and dark eyes that were swollen and red from crying. I hated that boy; I hated how weak he was. "Come back you limp-dick pansy! Come back and fuck me!"
Was that her voice? That drunken and furious slur that snarled obscenities at the demon? Master came forward and picked up the leash from where it had dangled during the Makeover. As we left the room (me on all fours) I glimpsed my face in the mirror, and I barely recognized myself. I was smooth and naked and slender, crawling like a woman in the dirty magazines my friend carried around. My body smooth and hairless, my eyebrows arched and smooth. My eyes were a little red from crying all the time, but my mouth was full and my cheekbones high and I looked... I looked pretty. I had never seen myself in this way before. Part of me hated that pretty face surrounded by a new stylish haircut. Part of me hated the sensation of my hairless thighs whispering together as I crawled. That part of me was broken and emasculated. --- So, yes. The Stranger is a technique that can only be used in very specific situations, and I hope I did a good job of explaining it. I can't use it all the time, but when I do, it works very well. THE MAKEOVER: A simpler, easier version of The Stranger, the Makeover is often used partway through the story. Maybe the woman decides that she is going to splurge, and go to a beauty spa. Maybe one of the man's gay friends takes him shopping to get a new wardrobe. Maybe she models a new dress. Maybe he decides that dammit, he's gonna lose some weight if it's the last thing he ever does! The Makeover is one of the nice opportunities you will have to describe yourself, without sounding like a wanted list. Your main character is so amazed by him/herself that he/she will literally just describe themselves, amazed and flattered by what they see. --- They say that you're not supposed to see the bride in the gown before the wedding... My mom took it a step further and didn't even show me the gown. She literally blindfolded me when they were tailoring it, and when her and my sister were helping me get it on. They finally took it off and I gaped at the mirror in shock (insert description here) All straight men need a gay friend. It is a little known fact in life. I only had the confidence to start flirting with women after my friend Xandir started clothes-shopping with me... He picked clothes that I thought were ridiculous, but when I tried them on, they made me look thinner. He told me that girls love red, and he must have been right, because I get more numbers when I wear the red shirt. I call it my lucky shirt! --- So, again, simpler version of the Stranger, and I hope it works! THE FAMILY: It just proves that the best way to describe yourself is to describe others. Describing the main character's sister, and then pointing out small differences works. Or maybe saying that the main character inherited (insert sexy trait here) from his dad. It's an easy way to squeeze in some characteristics, provided the family is a part of your story. --- My father is lovably insane. He looks at me and my brothers, with a huge smile on his face. He says that Ian got his eyes, Ben got his voice, Joseph got his looks, then he looks at me, rubs his balding head ruefully and claims that I stole his hair. It's sort of true. He's balding, and I'm the only son that turned out blond... I guess it's only fair that people compare me to my sister. She's so beautiful, that to compare me to her is the highest compliment that people can give. We both got the green eyes, the curly hair and creamy skin, but what she got that I didn't was the talent. I got the weight. --- COMPLIMENTS: Exactly what it sounds. Have side characters compliment the main ones. A five year old could do it. --- "Ohh, I wish I had skin like yours! The day I break free of puberty, Strydex stock will plummet!" "I love your eyes, they remind me of the ocean." --- Alright, that's enough with techniques... I hope that this has been helpful and informative. This is my first How To, so please tell me if it was at all helpful. Also, give me a heads up if I'm absolutely full of shit. The people reading this need to know! --Cruel Charactoons It all started by chance, and innocently enough. I was reading the Discussion Board messages on Literotica, and an impulse took me to check out the "How To" topic. There, I found a couple of the women had these character "dolls" that they had found, and wanted to use them in their signature lines. The word "charactoon" came from one of the participants later, but I like it, so I'll use that to describe them. The one that caught my eye belonged to Angel. It was an image of an angelic little blonde with a halo and wings. She wrote "Hey Celestiale, those are really adorable. I love the Mermaid! I'm thinkin of sticking all the one's I've collected/made/altered on a site now with everyone gaga over em! (I just can't get them transparent without fuckin' em up. Ah well.)" I noticed that it had been saved in the wrong format, and was much larger than it needed to be, so I spent a few minutes fixing the shading so it was more even, and making the background transparent. Many of the charactoons that the women were posting didn't have a transparent background, and, since I'm a damn perfectionist, I offered to help them out by editing the graphics so they would look better. And, I e-mailed the Little Angel to Angel. Apparently, I had done good, because she thanked me in a return e-mail, and my modified doll was the one she was then using. This was great. I was getting e-mail from one of the Lit-babes telling me what a nice guy I am. Then, after the women saw the Angel-toon (and she thanked me in public), "Guru you are a freaking GEM," and "Thanks Guru! For fixing the transparency. You rock." I got several more requests for toon-work. I created a web site and began to modify or repair, and now host, toons for Lit women. Then one day, feeling exceptionally spunky, I decided I could erase the Little Angel's clothing and e-mail her to Angel, as a flirty gag. I drew a hot little, petite blonde body to go with her angelic appearance, and sent it. Soon, Angel made "Lit Guru" and presented her naked toon-self to the Board. This made my day, and I was really jazzed. I spent way too much time on Lit that night, and on the 'net looking for new toons. Finally, I was exhausted and went to bed, thinking about the little Nude Angel, and the other mischief I'd started. *** ANGEL The next morning, I awoke with a raging erection, and as I lay there letting consciousness seep back into my mind, I remembered the dream I'd had. The Angel toon, the nude one, had come to me, floating in the air, flying without using her wings. She glowed, as if she was still on my computer screen. She seemed to be composed of tiny, glowing dots of red, green and blue like the computer. I said "Hello, Angel." I'm such a clever, suave conversationalist in my dreams. She held her finger up to her lips, shushing me, and flew over to me. Her arms wrapped around me. Her lips almost touching mine, she used her tongue to trace the outline of my mouth. I put my hands on her body, feeling her smooth sides and hips. She certainly felt nice: smooth, soft and warm. She pressed her lips against mine, and began to slowly, yet deeply, french-kiss me. I let my hands roam over her body, feeling her small, firm breasts, her soft arms, and her *wings*, which were downy soft and feather-like. She pressed against me more firmly, floating up a little, and then down, letting my erection rub against her small patch of downy pubes. She kissed me harder, and deeper as she did this. Then she floated up just a little higher, and rocked her hips so that the tip of my cock slid back and forth along her very wet lips. She then pushed forward so my cock began pushing inside her--she was so tight, and I was just a half-inch inside her, feeling the heat and extreme wetness. The alarm woke me at this point, and here I am, with an erection that's almost painfully hard. But, the work day called, so after a couple of minutes, off I went to my job. *** All that day as I worked, I couldn't get the Lit Angel out of my mind. Of course, she was just perfect in my mind, because I had made her that way. No wonder I found her so desirable. After my day at work, I checked my e-mail and had a request from Nekky Baby for a charactoon, Naked! She sent: "woohoo nekkie doll! i have long reddish wavy hair blue eyes and big tits how big you ask? a 38D" So I began my search for a good starting point. Soon, I found one that fit perfectly, except she was wearing clothes. I quickly changed her hair and eyes to match Baby's description, and eagerly erased the clothing and drew in the flesh that had been covered. I uploaded the toon to my web site, and e-mailed Baby that her toon was ready. She put it up right away, and really got appreciative comments from the guys. I was having a blast, and stayed up late, again. I was really tired when I finally headed up for bed. *** NEKKY BABY Again, I had a dream. This time, it was Nekky Baby who came to me, and she was very naked. Her flowing red-hair, very buxom and sexy figure was exactly as I had drawn it. She glowed like Angel had, and also seemed to be made up of little primary colored dots. She walked up to me, and said "You. I want you, and I want you now!" Her voice was low and husky--very sexy. I started to say something lame in reply, but she clamped her mouth on mine and began to French kiss me. She reached down to my cock, and grabbed it roughly, feeling it get erect at her touch. I could feel her large breasts pushing against my chest. Her nipples were hard, and I could easily feel the pressure of them pushing into my chest. As soon as my cock was hard, she pushed me back so I was laying on my back, and leaped into a sixty-nine position. She ground her cunt onto my face, and I licked and sucked as skillfully as I could. She got wilder and faster as I continued, rubbing her lips across my face. She continued to stroke my cock, keeping me excited while she used me for her pleasure. Soon, she began to get closer to cumming--it was obvious from her grunts and moans as I licked her. She began to move her cunt quickly back and forth across my mouth, and pressed down even harder. Then she came, gushing onto my face, saturating my moustache. She had almost completely ignored me so far, just stroking my cock enough to maintain my erection. After a second of rest, she began to make up for it when she leaned over and took the head of my cock into her warm mouth. The feeling was exquisite, better than I ever remembered from oral sex when awake. Then, damn it, my alarm rang again, and I awoke. I savored the memory of this dream, and made sure that I recalled every little detail. I thought about how she tasted, and smelled, and the wild, bucking, intense climax that I gave her. It was at this point that I realized something very strange, and a little scary: My moustache was wet, and smelled like a woman. I discounted it as coincidence--I must have been drooling, or something, as I slept. And the smell... I couldn't quite figure that out. Another day at work ahead of me. I really didn't have time to dwell on a smell at the time. *** ANGEL 2 That night, Angel responded to one of my posts with a comment that her boobs in real life were bigger than I'd drawn them. So I changed her Angel-toon. I teased her a little about wanting to get a boob job, and posted the "before" and "after" on Lit. She seemed to like her new toon, answering me with... Again, that night, I had "The Dream." Angel came back, with her new breasts. "These are much better, don't you think?" she said. Her voice was husky and low as she moved in closer. "Feel them, they are really nice." I reached out, and touched them softly. They were full, large and very nice looking. The areolae were obviously flushed, and her nipples were erect. As I touched her breasts, and teased her nipples, she reached down for my organ, quickly giving me an erection. She pushed against me, and breathed into my ear "I love my new boobs. How can I thank you?" I moved one hand down to her crotch, and felt that she was very wet. She wrapped us with her downy wings, enveloping me and pulling me tight against her. She began to kiss me deeply and passionately. My cock was between her legs, and she maneuvered me inside her. We began to move together as much as we could, but she had a tight hold on me, and I could barely move. She was controlling this, as I was firmly in her grasp and enfolded by her wings. Angel used her muscles to tighten around me, rhythmically matching and strengthening the intensity of her pelvic movements. It didn't take too long doing this to get her and me really close to climax. Our movements picked up intensity, and then we came together. It seemed to last a very long time, and afterward I was completely spent. She kissed me one last time, hard, and then floated away, and faded from my sight. *** When the alarm went off, I spent just a minute laying there thinking about the great dream I had. It didn't take me long to realize that I had obviously had a wet dream, as I was a sticky mess. Damn, I hadn't had one of those since I was a kid. I got up, and headed to the bathroom to clean up as well as I could. During the day, I couldn't stop thinking about the dreams I had been having--they were so real, and vivid. And yet, they were so, weird. Who dreams about little charactoons come to life? *** TOON ORGY That evening, I had decided that the dreams were just my imagination gone wild, and it couldn't possibly last, so I may as well enjoy it while I could. I thought, "What the heck. I should draw something that I would really, really like." My plan was to assemble three or four naked charactoons into a group scene. I had several cute little toons to choose from, and I arrayed my little group tableau. There was a blonde with short hair, and small, perky breasts. A tall, black woman with long hair, and very dark skin. And, a very busty brunette with long legs and a shaved crotch. I spent about an hour on these, and arranged them into one graphic. I spent the rest of the evening thinking about having a dream with these three hot babes, and what fun we could have. My imagination was working overtime. Finally, bed time came. I was so keyed up that I had a hard time falling asleep (no pun intended), but finally drifted off to have my dream encounter... *** The next thing I knew, the alarm was waking me up. No dream, no erection, no wet spot, nothing. Damn. I didn't understand it--it had worked for Angel (twice), and for Nekky Baby. Well, I thought that perhaps this was a happy fluke of the dream world, and it was done. It was just a couple of dreams, after all. Time for work. I'd miss those dreams. *** THE COUNTESS That evening on Lit, in a thread, Countess DeWinter asked for a naked icon. I found one that was close, and posted it. She wrote back: "Oh my!! I love it! Can you give her short hair? Bigger tits would be nice, but you can't do that can you? oh, and how do I put it on my sig line? love ya, the Countess" Well, I could do all that. I e-mailed her, asking for what she'd like, and she replied "THANK YOU!! Wow...a naked pic of almost me. I'm so excited. My hair's pretty short, only about jaw-length and straight. And I wear a 34DD. kisses and licks." I eagerly read and reread her description. I shortened the hair, and enlarged the breasts to match her description. Her complexion was very fair, so I lightened the skin. She also pointed me to the amateur pictures section of Lit, where she had a few posted: "*giggling* I'm guessing then that you don't look at the amateur pics very often *blush*" *** That night, she came to me in a dream. She was much different from the other toons that I had dreamed about. She was taller, and had an air of dignity and authority about her--as if her Countess handle was based partly in truth. But there was also a seductive, sensuousness about her that made her very desirable. (She was my dream, after all). She glided up to me. "Thank you for the things you helped me with today." Her voice was so seductive, with a low, husky tone to it. I could feel the desire in the way she said those words. She took my hands, pulling me toward her, and kissed me. Long, slow, and very passionately. I could feel her body just inches from mine, and mine responded. As I became erect, the head of my cock just touched her neatly trimmed bush. She moved just a little, back and forth, as we kissed, rubbing my cock across her mons. My hands had found their way to her large, firm breasts. Her nipples were very large and prominent, and they were both erect. She was pressing closer now, and I could feel the length of her body against mine. "I've been very naughty today, showing this body to everyone. What would you do to discipline me? I should be spanked, don't you think?" Her voice was so sultry, cool and hot at the same time. She slid down my body, leaving one hand on my cock until she had to release it to get into spanking position. She was on all fours, her gorgeous ass toward me. I could just see her cunt between her cheeks, dripping wet already. "Spank me, now," she whispered. I gave her a swat on the left cheek, then another on the right. She squirmed a little at that, and mewed her approval of the pain. With more force, I repeated this. She responded with more mewing, and wiggled her butt. "Harder," she said, her voice even sexier and huskier now. I gave her more whacks, each time she responded by groaning her desire. Once her butt was nicely reddened, she turned around and got up on her knees, taking my cock into her mouth, and sucked with enthusiasm. As soon as I got close, she stood up, turned around, and pushed me into herself from behind. We fucked like this for just a while before she came. As I would get close, she would change her rhythym, or the angle, or something that would prevent me from cumming. A while longer, she came again. A while longer, she came again. Every time she came, I would get this incredible rush. An electric feeling through my whole body that left my toes tingling. She kept me going for a long, long time. I'm sure she came ten times. Finally, she had this huge, incredible orgasm that pushed me over the edge, and we came together. *** When my alarm went off, I felt like I'd spent the night out partying, drinking and carousing like I had in my younger days. I was completely drained, and sore. I could hardly move. I managed to reach the alarm to shut it off, and slowly stumbled to the kitchen to make some coffee. I called off from work that day, telling them I thought I was coming down with something, and needed to regain my strength. What had happened here? I couldn't get my little orgy charactoons to work, but every time I made one for a Lit member, I got a visitor in my dreams? And, the Countess must have an incredible amount of sexual energy, or at least, her toon does. God I was wiped out. During the day, I read a little on Lit, and poked around, but what I really needed was a long nap. I went to bed early in the afternoon, and slept right through the evening and into the next day. *** LAVA GODDESS The next night after work, I logged on to Lit, and began reading threads. I read a thread that had a message from Lava Goddess, which said "Now if I could only get Guru to make my devil naughtily dressed....or nekkie......" An invitation I couldn't pass up. So I copied her little she-devil icon, and worked on it. When it was done, I had made it much redder (hotter) and given her a chain between her nipples, a gold band around her thigh and a tiny red thong. I made the tail look more like it belonged with her body. This little toon really looked hot. I was getting really good at putting sexuality into these little things. When I posted it, she was thrilled, and began using it right away. *** Predictably, that night, I had the dream. The Lava Goddess didn't just glow. She radiated heat that I could feel from what seemed like ten feet away. And, she caused the background to turn very red, like lava. She was incredible looking. Her glowing, red skin, gold nipple rings and chain, and the gold band around her thigh. Her tail was held behind her, and was wiggling a little. "I've come for you," was all she said. Her voice was very strange--not demonic, but it seemed to have several timbres, or tones, in it. She approached me, and I moved toward her. Something in the back of my mind was warning me that she was dangerously sexy looking. As we embraced, I could feel the intense heat of her skin. If this weren't a dream, I'm sure I would have burned where we touched. I let her kiss me--in truth, she was very strong, and I don't think I could have stopped her if I had wanted to. Her tail wrapped itself around us, pulling us tighter together. I could feel it sliding over my lower back and butt as it did. It was as soft as her skin, and as hot. I felt her breasts, caressing them, testing the nipple rings and chain. I ran my hands through her hair. She began to nibble on my ears and neck. Maybe it was a little more than nibbling. It hurt. Almost. Her tail wrapped around my legs, brushing against my balls. Sliding against me under my balls. Soft, and hot. What a feeling. She continued to kiss and bite me while her tail wrapped, and slid, and caressed. Her hands moved down lower to grasp me, to feel my erection. She took my hands in hers, and pushed my arms up over my head. I felt metal rings, or cuffs, being fastened around my wrists. She was kissing me hard, so I couldn't look up to see. Once the rings were fastened, my arms were pulled up tight, stretched out to their full length. Then, she started to really nibble. She bit my neck, and sucked. Her hands had again grabbed my erect organ, and she was slowly stroking me, just keeping me hard. She moved down to my shoulders, and nibbled all over them. I glanced up to see how the hell I was fastened, and there were black, iron-like bands around my wrists. As far as I could tell, there was no way to open them. A chain connected them, and stretched up into the dream-mist as far as I could see. I looked down--God, she was great looking. She was moving her bites toward my erect cock. This worried me, a little, as she was biting harder as she worked me over. When she reached my cock, she bit my thighs, and nibbled on my balls, but didn't suck me. She just kept stroking slowly with her hot hands, teasing me. Then, Lava stood up, and spread her legs, inserting my cock inside her. The feeling of her -- very hot, very wet -- was intense. Her tail had a pointy tip--not sharp, kind of like a small finger, and it was exploring beneath my balls, and my crack. Then, I felt it touch my anus, and begin to insert itself into my opening. She would bite me occasionally, hard, on the shoulder, or the neck, or anywhere she could reach, as she moved up and down hanging on to my body. She would move, then her tail would twitch, then she would stop her body movements, use only her tail, then she would speed up, slow down... I know this lasted a long, long time. Many of the details are gone from my memory, but it was a mixture of extreme, intense pleasure mixed with pain. I'm sure I came at least twice, and couldn't begin to count her orgasms. *** When I awoke, I was drained, drenched in sweat and sticky, and every inch of me hurt. I dragged my aching body into the bathroom to pee, and caught a glimpse in the mirror, then stared at the sight. I had bite marks and hickies all over my neck, shoulders, arms and elsewhere. My skin looked like I had a sunburn--it was definitely reddened--but many of the reddened areas looked like hand prints or lip prints or, I guess, tail marks. Charactoons I resolved that I would be very careful what kind of drawings I did for the wild women of Literotica. Who knows what might happen, in dreams? *** THE END Thanks to Countess DeWinter, Lava Goddess, and especially Angel, for their permission to use their charactoons and some of their words in this story.