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Magical Mystery Tour Ch. 01

By: Rockwell



Fantasy 1: Underneath The Mango Tree

Arnold Craven drove his rented BMW in the streets of London out to find that Madame Gypsy Rose’s address that his pal Johnny Olron gave him. He turned left to a narrow street called Dean driving slowly as he scoured the building establishments.

Finally he spotted the place. It was a jazz pub called Al-Grozo with Egyptian decor. Johnny said that he had to speak the password Umbop to the bartender. Once inside the joint, he sat on a barstool and ordered scotch on the rocks from the mustachioed Arab bartender. A motley crowd was listening to a fat woman onstage singing a Billy Holiday classic backed up by a group of middle-aged musicians. Arnold took a mental note of himself.

Arnold is six feet tall with some resemblance to Pierce Brosnan. Maybe the hair or the lips. At 51 his hair has been graying nicely, ever more making him a handsome executive in a communication company in the US. He told his friend Johnny, a bit older than him and a Jack Nicholson look-a-like that he couldn’t get it up anymore and his sex life has been a sorry note. Since his wife died he often had bouts of depression. He needed some fire in his gut. He knew Viagra but he was reluctant to try it. His mind is often times elsewhere that he couldn’t figure out what he wanted to do. His pal Johnny Olron is always enjoying life, quite the opposite of him. Johnny is an absolute pussyhound. He’d had the best, he’d had the worst but still unaffected by any kind of sexual disease. But although he abhors his pal’s excessive womanizing, he still remains as his best friend. Son of a very wealthy man Johnny doesn’t need to work. Racing cars and chasing women have always been his prime passion. Recently Johnny gave him a gift card that says: ‘for the man who seems to have everything’—Madame Rose Claviére and below is the address. It intrigued him that one day he decided to take the plunge and wing to London. 

Halfway through his drink, he called the bartender and leaned over close to the side of his face and murmured the password to him. The bartender looked at him briefly and while polishing a glass he inconspicuously instructed him where to proceed. 

After paying for his drink, he left a twenty-dollar tip and set off to the direction he was given. He entered the door marked ‘unauthorized persons keep off’. Inside he walked into an empty, dimly lit hallway then saw to his left the stairs leading down. He went three plights down until he reached an alley and headed toward a gray double door and pushed them open. Alas! It was an entrance to a somewhat simulated mine tunnel with a bridge to cross. The overhead curve and the walls that looked like furrowed earth were seething with red glow like there was molten matter beneath. “Thank goodness it’s warm here than the cold weather outside,” he told himself. The bridge had a wooden plank wide enough for his two feet to stand and walk on. There were ropes on both sides to hold on to. The plank creaked and swayed slightly under his steps. He could hear gurgling sound of water beneath the bridge with steam rising above it giving a misty setting around. Cautiously, he staggered along recalling those Indiana Jones’ movies he saw in the 80s. 

The bridge was terminated with a bend that was dimly lighted. While his eyes adjusted to the dark way up ahead a very tall, mummified figure carrying what seemed to be a scythe stopped him dead on his tracks. 

Before he could utter a word, the mummy raised the scythe above to cut him off. Arnold stepped backward holding up his hands to shield his head.

“Hey, Please no I’m here to see Madame Rose,” Arnold managed to yell despite the horror that struck him. The mummy lowered the scythe and spoke in a deep voice, “follow me,” and turned his back on him and walked in a brisk manner. Arnold quickly calmed down and followed in his footsteps through the twists and turns in that tunnel stepping on little animal bones like a bat’s skull until they reached a metal door which looked like an old vault with a turning wheel. The door is lighted by burning torches hanging by its sides. The mummy steered the wheel back and forth and then pulled the heavy door outward after an unlatching metal sounded.

“Get inside,” the mummy ordered and he did so. The door closed behind him sounding as if he was locked inside. It was chamber with a bat cave décor, cobwebs hanging so that he had to cast aside with his arm to see what else was inside. He found a tribunal in front that is seen only clearly whenever an artificial lightning light flashes over accompanied by the sound of a distant rumble. Slowly he walked toward and saw a slab of stone raising up from the ground along with a high back stone chair making a sound like that of crunching gravel and a mild tremor under his feet. It stopped at the level a desk should stand. Behind the chair was a bluish curtain that turned brighter upon the lightning flash. He stood next to the slab and wondered what’s going to happen next. 

What kind of a game is this. Am I going to be pinned down here and left for weird creatures to devour me? He shook his head forcing such notion from his mind. He touched the slab of stone, which was a cold marble with eerie streaks of veins. Suddenly strong incense wafted through his nostrils as smoke began emanating from below the curtains. He stepped back and covered his nose with the scarf around his neck so as not to be smothered by the smoke. When the smoke cleared up, a spotlight was thrown at the center of the curtain, which was parted by a tall, masked woman dressed sexily in a catwoman’s costume which displayed an impressive cleavage, narrow waist and curvy hips on shapely legs.

“This must be Madame Rose. Johnny didn’t tell me that she looked like this,” he mumbled under his breath. He thought she’s like some old witch. 

“Good evening. Mr. Craven,” she spoke in a throaty bedroom voice.

“Um…good evening to you Madame Rose.” His bewilderment faded soon as she greeted him with a smile. 

“The reception is quite enchanting,” he said.

“Certainly, my domain is enchanted. Welcome, Mr. Craven. I’m glad you didn’t have a faint heart on your way here,” she said and moved to take her seat.

“Oh, I believe that I still have a strong heart.” 

“Good for you Mr. Craven, ‘cause that’s what you need here. 

“You can call me Arny,” he said pronouncing it like horny.”

“Then Arny it is. Let’s do away with formalities and call me Rose.”

Just then he noticed that another masked woman appeared behind him pushing a chair for him to sit. She was clad in a cat suit all the same but with her beautiful tits exposed, pushed up and pressed together to make out a very fulsome impression. His whole body tingled pleasantly at the sight of the two women.

“Please sit down Arny,” Madam Rose said.

“Thank you,” he said and nodded his thanks to the woman with tits out. She made a little curtsy bow and disappeared in the shadow where she came. 

Madame Rose went straight to the point. “Your friend have already taken care of the expenses but if you happen to have additional requests then it’s on you to decide and add.” 

“May I know how much this whole thing had cost my friend?”

“One hundred thousand dollars. Down payment has been given, and if you are satisfied with the result half of the payment will be charged to your friend.”

“Oh,” he smirked. “This is something, huh?” A pause. “My friend Johnny is fantastic. He certainly knew something that I always didn’t know,” he informed her.

“He’s a regular client. Now tell me about your fantasy.”

“I’d like to be James Bond.”

Madame Rose nodded. “Of course, in a company of a beautiful woman.”

“Yeah,’ he said slightly blushing. “I feel like an old man and it’s funny why I should be doing this.”

“You oughta have fun. And you won’t regret this Arny. There is no age limit here. Most of my clients are much older than you. The only thing that is required is that you are willing to try this out with complete trust and by attesting to it you sign your name on this piece of paper.

He read the contents written in gothic letters and then Madame Rose pushed toward him on the desk a knife and a quill pen. 

“Sign it with your own blood,” Madame Rose said.

“What!”

“I’m just kidding, remember this is all for fun.”

“Oh! You almost get me there,” he grinned and signed his name on the piece of paper.

“All right then. On with our game. Now who in particular would you like to have for company? You have to give me the name of the woman. James Bond have a great list of women he bedded in his movies to which I’m sure you are familiar with.”

“I think … Halley Berry?”

“Oh by the way there were actors who acted the role of James Bond. From Sean Connery to Roger Moore this is categorized as the philandering James Bonds. From Timothy Dalton to Pierce Brosnan they are considered as the civilized James Bonds and Halle Berry happens to be in Pierce Brosnan’s scope. You have to choose among these actors whom you would like to act out in your fantasy. If you choose Sean Connery then you’ll have to pick on the list of his women and that goes the same for the rest of the actors. If you can’t recall the names of the women then I could help you with that.”

He leaned backward “If I may ask you, whom would you choose among the James Bond actors?”

“Sean Connery,” she replied straight out. 

“Why if I may ask again?”

“Because he’s got a bigger dick than the rest of them and he’s got fantastic stamina.”

A shaky laugh fell on his lips. “Okay, I’ll choose Sean and the woman would be ah, um Ursula Andress. Yeah, that’s right!” He blurted out. “The woman who emerged from the sea and walked the surf wearing a bikini with a belt knife. I couldn’t forget that scene.”

“That is a classic beach scene to which many a film have reprised but couldn’t beat. Perfect choice.”

“If I want another lady, is that okay?”

“Another 25 grand should be added and you have to wait for the waxing moon as I’ll have to prepare another potion for that. I do great preparation for every wish. That goes the same if you like two ladies or more at the same time which should cost you more. If you are satisfied with this one then certainly you will come back to try another until probably you have taken all the ladies you’d like to have. And each time you come back for more we’ll give you as much as 10 per cent discount.”

“Jesus, this is really fantastic!”

“Shall we begin, Arny?”

“I think so, Madame er…Rose,” he replied.

Madame rose snapped her fingers and the lady with her tits out appeared again from the shadows carrying a tray that held two stem glasses containing some brewed concoction.

“What are these?”

“The potion for your fantasy. You have to drink them all. Take your time if you wish and while you drink enjoy our compliment—Marie our exotic dancer will dance and strip away her clothes.”

“Wow! You really know how to make a man happy. May I know what these drinks contained?”

“Sweet red wine, rose petals, cloves, apple seeds, strawberry juice, vanilla extract, ginseng root and for the rest of the recipe my lips are sealed as they are to remain secret. I must leave you now Arny to attend to my other clients. Drink your wine accordingly as marked in numbers one and two and don’t interchange them. As soon as you finished the two glasses then you’ll find yourself in your great fantasy. Good luck and enjoy. See you later.” 

She stood and turned away and parted the curtain to exit leaving a memory of her bare spectacular ass. The tits lady appeared again carrying votive candles on a tray setting them one by one on the stone desk half circling his two stem glasses filled with Madame Rose’s brews. He watched her tits jiggled as she set them all on the table. A moment later the room darkened and the candles only served as the flickering light while he began sipping his drink. 

“Not bad, hmmm,” he whispered thoughtfully. 

The spotlight was thrown back to the curtain and Arnold squinted in anticipation. The stripper appeared out of the curtain wearing a costume that dated back to eighteen century. She looked demure and virginal. A jolly chamber music was heard and the woman started to work stripping down her enormous clothes with dexterity. When fully naked, she danced like a ballerina in a slow erotic dance and Arny was in complete awe. 

“What an artistic show. I’ve never seen the likes of it before,” he mumbled to himself and for the first time in years his sex hormones were raging. He realized then that he had consumed all the two wineglasses that were served to him never knowing how they really tasted. But it left a peppermint taste in his mouth. 

As soon as the lady stripper disappeared his body trembled and a blue spectrum of lights shone out from him. The aura surrounding him increased to its brightness until he could only see white light enveloping his body. 

In something like 10 seconds, he saw a mental picture of himself shooting out like a bullet from the barrel of a gun. A revitalizing effect took over in his body with the sound of crackling bones here and there until he felt tightness in his gut. Suddenly he was feeling great and very youthful. 

When he opened his eyes from what seemed to be a deep slumber he was surprised to find himself on a Caribbean beach on a crisp, beautiful sunny day. Quickly he noticed his tanned hairy arms and it was definitely not his. He touched himself and felt that he had a very lean and muscular physique and his paunch belly was gone. It seemed like Sean Connery’s persona had taken over him. His senses tangled with the scent of the beautiful sea breeze and the surfing sound of the water. When he glanced around he saw the movie crew on the beach surprisingly still, frozen from the activity they were doing. He saw the director, Terence Young holding a megaphone, his mouth opened in the act of yelling and his other hand was raised in front pointing a finger toward the sea. The crew, from the cameramen to the production assistant, the man holding the boom mike, the clapper and everyone else were all a bunch of stiffs. 

He stood from the sandy ground and brushed off the sand from the seat of his pants. His clothes fitted him well, an ice blue sport shirt with matching pants sans belt with the hem folded up close to his knees. He was barefoot. He walked around investigating the stiffed people and they looked like wax figures from a wax museum. He shook his head and fancied pulling off the bulging wallet of the director from his pants pocket. He found some 300 dollars and smaller bills and a picture of a lovely woman. “Hey I could earn some money here,” he grinned but returned the wallet into the director’s back pocket. One guy was seated, eyes squinting out to the sea, well dressed in a safari suit and holding a cigar between his fingers dangling from the armchair. Even the smoke was frozen. He must be ‘Cubby’ Brocolli the producer. He was tempted to touch one woman whose blouse hinted big breasts underneath but refrained from doing so. Nevertheless he patted her butt, reminding him what an incredible freedom he was having. 

Not long after he heard a woman singing a Caribbean folksong. She had just emerged from the sea and was walking the surf in a stunning white bikini and knife belt slung low about her hips. His heart beat faster. 

“Holy Cow, she’s really Ursula Andress. This is incredible!” Arny exclaimed.

It crossed his mind that the woman is Honeychiles Rider who went with James Bond in his pursuit of Dr. No.

“Are you looking for shells too?” Honey Rider asked upon seeing James.

“No, I’m just looking,” James replied. 

As she moved closer to him his manhood had thickened and hardened beneath his trousers like never before. 

Arnold could not believe that he was actually speaking the dialogue between James Bond and Honey Rider.

“What the hell happened here? Everybody turned like stone effigies except us, James!”

Realizing the change in dialogue, he knew he was on his own now. 

“I myself couldn’t believe this has happened,” he answered shrugging his shoulders. 

“Do you think they touched those radioactive rocks in this island?”

“I don’t think so, that was only in the script,” he answered cleverly.

“James, it’s just the two of us here. I’m scared,” her beautiful face frowned.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be up and moving about after two hours like nothing happened.”

“You think so?”

“Positively. Otherwise this picture will not be finished.”

“Oh God thanks. I’m not alone,” she said slipping her arms under James’ and pressing her body close to him. 

“James, I like your manly scent,” she murmured as her nose brushed at the crook of his shoulder and neck.

“I can say that our senses are mutually appreciating each other’s body.” 

“James is that a gun in your pocket or you’re just glad to see me?” she said leaning back a little bit and glancing down at him. 

“I believe that you’re talking about my gun that is licensed not to kill but to thrill. And yes I’m very happy to see you.” 

“Then what shall we do around here and about that license to thrill weapon of yours, James?” She lifted her face to him; her mouth fractionally opened and eyes glittering with desire. He pressed her close to him and she shoved her hips against him grinding and teasing the hell of out his tumescent. 

“With a beautiful woman like you I can certainly think of ideas to kill time.”

“Like what?”

“Kissing you for a start.” 

James kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, brushed his lips on hers, until he’s sampling her his French kissing. And she responded with her own style and with as much ardor as he initiated. They felt that rush of excitement in their bodies and before long they were locked in steamy, sensual embrace and torrid kissing with no director to yell cut.

“Oh James, let’s get out of our clothes before these people come back to life,” she giggled flirtatiously.

“You first.”

“Yes, and then I’ll help you.” She reached behind her back and undid her bikini top liberating her breasts, big, strong, full and round and coral pink nipples to chew. The knife belt was next to come off and then the shell back until she stepped out from her bikini bottom tossing them nonchalantly across. It caught in the rigid finger of the director. They both shook with laughter at its unexpected landing. 

As she stood fully naked before him, he stepped back a little to examine her divine beauty that could drive a man crazy at the count of three. Her bodily curves were scaled to perfection. Best round and pointed breasts he’d seen around, magnificently proud and gravity defying. And her bush was shaved showing a smooth dome with a deep cleft in the middle 

“Why did you shave?” He asked softly.

“Don’t you like it? They told me so. This is for our shower scene that’s supposed to wash off the radioactive elements that contaminated our bodies. In order that the camera won’t catch my pubic hair, I would have to wear this special nude color fabric close to my skin that would as much hint nudity but actually hide it.” 

“The heck, I like it?”

“Here let me help you with your shirt.” She yanked off the shirt from his pants and pulled them over his head.”

“You’re such a hairy guy James.”

“Don’t you like it?”

“Heck I like it,” she imitated him and her lips zeroed in to his tiny nipples licking and nibbling them till they pebbled and contracted. 

“Oh, my god this is really happening,” he spoke in his mind. After titillating the two tiny knobs she slid her face downward nibbling his stomach, pulling the hair between her lips while her hands began to work to undo his trousers. 

“You know the rumors is that you have a big dick,” she said glancing up at him while her graceful hand cupped the bulge in his pants making tiny grasps of his hardness. As she was now crouched on her knees on the sand she slowly unzipped his pants and James helped her rid off the damn pants. His white briefs were stretched to the max in front inches before Honey Rider’s face. When Honey slipped them out of him, his trouser snake sprang like King Cobra jolting her head back. 


Magical Mystery Tour Ch. 01



“Wow! This is the first time that the rumor I heard is true.” 

“And I heard the rumor too that you give good head,” James said arching an eyebrow.

“James, my English is poor, could you make it easier for me?”

“Of course,” he held his cock and smeared it on her lips.”

“Now I understand,” she grinned and replaced his hand with hers and began sucking him off coordinating it with her stroking hand. 

James’ face tightened as she tried to gobble him all slowly making a variety of licking pattern and sucking noises. 

“Boy, if only the male guys around here could see us they’ll be all jerking off.” He watched her lips covered inch after inch of his shaft until she reached the base burying her aquiline nose in the thick of his pubic hair. This time she sucked delicately and James could feel her throat massaging the head of his cock. 

“How could she do this?” He mumbled in his mind. “She’s the best cocksucking woman I have ever…ohhh!” He murmured in bliss. 

Much more than that her tongue slid out of her mouth and snaked down to sway against his testicles. She really loved doing this thing.

James touched her blonde hair moving down to her shoulder. Her appetite for fellatio was way too much and he had no desire to spill his seed into her mouth and so he began to pull it slowly off from her lips. 

“Oh James no,” she managed to speak and clung her lips to him eager to suck him more. 

“Enough,” James said. She frowned like a child whose lollipop was snatched away from her. 

“Oh, please James. Let me indulge. I don’t mind if you come in my mouth. I can swallow.”

“Honey, I don’t want that?” 

For once he was avoiding her mouth. 

“What exactly do you want?”

“To screw you?”

Honey rider laughed. “But of course. I’m just familiarizing myself with your body and your sexual equipment,” she said while noticing that her other hand was between her legs and pleasuring herself.

“So am I, I can’t wait enough to touch you,” he said walking about to pick up a folded blanket lying nearby and spread it on a spot shaded by a mango tree. “Now lie down here and stop talking.”

“Okay, I will,” she said in her sexy voice jumping a bit on her toes. She lay down on her side first posing like Marlyn Monroe and then on her back with one knee modestly raised. While James drank in to his gorgeous sun-kissed nudity she felt her tits and squeezed them while her tongue licked sensually across her lips. He slid by her side and watched her breasts heaved and her well-chiseled face was flushing, evident of being in a high state of arousal. His saluting cock brushed her thigh as he clasped her cheek with one hand brushing the little blond lock out of her face gently and gave her a long steamy sensual kiss. His hand ventured slowly down and captured her firm big tit and rubbed the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He did the same with the other and she started moaning in his mouth. When he began to suck her nipples, her hand reached down and cupped against her mound. Her thighs closed in on her hand and swung left and right occasionally lifting her ass off the blanket. 

James took her hand and pushed her wrist down beside her head and claimed her succulent nipples back in his mouth which all the more elicited moans and groans from her. When he released his clutch on her wrists, his mouth left her breasts replacing it with both of his hands, cupping and squeezing, and hefting them against his palms as he mouthed her soft belly. From his vantagepoint, he could see the smooth dome of her pussy begging to be cupped and fingered. As he licked her navel, her hand dashed forward to reach her pussy. James paused for awhile and watched her hand slide back and forth against her pussy. Once again James took her hand off her pussy and placed it along the side of her hips. He noticed that the pulps of her fingers were wet. And when he turned to look at her pussy from her heaving stomach, the dome was glistening with wetness and her clit hood had visibly risen like a mortar ready to launch its rocket. 

“Don’t you want my fingers to do that?”

“Oh, I thought you’d never ask,” she sighed with great craving. 

James began to palm the smoothness of her thigh up and down until he parted it with the other then his thumb descended on one of the twin segment of her pussy, caressing it and feeling how smooth she’d shave it. His other thumb followed and did the same thing to the opposite lip. When he pried open the puffy lips, the pink exterior lips seemed to drool. One thumb moved over the top of her twitching clit hood and his well-manicured finger began tracing the side of one dewy lip and on to another. Her hips began to squirm and buck slowly begging for his fingers to explore inside. His thumb holding down her clit hood pressed upward causing the skin fold to stretch and make her pink clit expose to gentle breeze. Now his finger from the other hand slowly entered her and though it glided effortlessly into her because of her slick wetness, it established a firm and snug contact. He pushed the finger back and forth to which her hips undulated in response. His finger glistened like it was anointed in oil as it plowed in and out of her slushy compartment eliciting ecstatic moans from her. This went on for awhile until he leaned his face close to the epicenter of her desire and began slathering the puffy lips with his tongue, mouthing each in earnest.

“I wish I have whipped cream on this, you taste like peaches,” James managed to speak before jabbing lightly his tongue on the inner folds, licking circles around the clit hood but avoiding direct contact to her engorged clit. 

“Oh James, think I’m gonna faint or die,” she shrieked.

“No, you won’t. You’ve been through this before, didn’t you?” James glanced up at her.

“Oh no, not to this extent. This is torture, but don’t stop, James, I’m nearly coming,” she breathed raggedly and forced his head back to continue. 

James poised his head now between her legs lapping up at her juices and making erotic squishy noises. Honey bucked her hips up and down and James had to pressed her hips so he could thoroughly push her to the edge of her climactic peak. As he licked and tasted her intense arousal, he could see over her chest and between her heaving breasts her head and blonde hair flipping from side to side. 

Knowing that she was at the point of no return, James mouthed in full the hood of her clit, sucking it lightly, licking around it inside his mouth and squirting it off only to repeat the process and speeding up the momentum. 

“Oh James, James, I’m coming, …I’m coming…urghhhhaaaahhh!” Honey screamed as James waved aggressively the tip of his tongue along the furrow of her pussy. In a tiny second she lifted her hips, convulsed wildly forcing his head down to her pussy and drenching it with her juice till he almost felt drowning.

James wiped his face across her stomach and lurched forward leveling his greasy face over hers. He clasped each of her hands with his and pinned them down at both sides of her head. His rigid member dangled off from his body, the tip touching and sliding off her mound, quite off tangent to its target. 

“James what are you doing, get inside me now and fuck me,” she ordered panting with breath and wished James was not restraining her hands so she grope him and stab his cock inside her. Growing impatient with his teasing, she lifted her hips spreading her thighs wide apart and tried to catch him with her desperate pussy. 

Finally, she caught him and pushed and maneuver her hips to get him penetrate her. James let her struggle while he remained still with his hands pushed straight down and pinning her hands. She buck her hips up and down but every time she managed to almost take him all, he raised his hips higher trying to retain only the tip at the entrance. 

“You fool, get your hands off me, you’re torturing me.”

James laughed a bit and released her hands, which quickly clung, to his neck and her limbs wrapped around his waist pushing herself up to him so she could get all of his thick meat inside her. The more she willed to get him inside the more tighter her pussy has become with the inches that she had gained. She bucked wildly beneath him, grunting at times and finally James collapsed on top of her but made sure she wasn’t pinned down with his weight and started kissing her with his pussy juice tainted lips. Then he began boring her, drilling her like jackhammer, making her breasts wobbled wildly and her face screwed up in the agony of bliss. James slammed violently and deep and it was incredible as her orgasm was rapidly coming again like an onrushing express train. James did a variation of pleasuring of her by pushing her limbs to her breasts while pounding her. Her teeth bit through her lower lip and grunted as she welcomed his assault.

Honey looked like beyond sex-crazed when James sat on his heels and pulled Honey to astride him without disengaging his cock. She began hoisting up and down and arched her back as James sucked her breasts and held her by her narrow waist. As he feasted on her breasts, she grounded her hips against him and felt that her impending orgasm had stood still on the brink and seemed to be gathering a storm to make a ton of orgasm. 

James rolled her body so her knees and hands were on the ground and fucked her from behind. He pulled on her hipbones and stomach as well for deeper penetration and chugged along with his steady hot thrusts. Honey kept wailing and felt that his cock was always giving surprise sensations she’d never experienced before. 

“Honey, do you want me to come inside you or out.” 

“Oh, God James, I can’t think of anything. I’m loosing contact with reality,” she panted. “Ohhh, breasts! Make it to my breasts!” She mewed.

James turned her over and once more gave his last ounce of stamina to hold on and as he pumped into her long and hard, her climax screeched to a fireball of pleasure transporting her body to the nirvana of the ultimate sexual pleasure. She was almost blinded with tears in her eyes and the vision of James pulling his cock and jerking it off above her breasts was a blur. At last she felt warm rain dropping on her heaving breasts. When her vision cleared James was kneeling between her legs, his deflating cock was still dripping come over her sopping pussy. She looked at her breasts and was surprised. A ribbon of thick semen had encircled both her breasts and on her stomach droplets formed a number seven. 

“Double O seven! Is this one of the things you do for England, leaving your code number to any girl you make love with?”

“Beats me. Let’s go to the beach and take a swim,” James said pulling her up to her feet.

“James, we still have an hour for another helping.” 

“Don’t you want to swim, snorkel or take a tour around this beautiful beach area?”

“No. All I want is you to dive on me, snorkel and harpoon me with your weapon that is license to thrill.”

* * *

Epilogue: 

When James awoke to reality in Madame Rose’s Chamber, he felt rejuvenated and blessedly tanned. 

“Did you enjoy your fantasy?” Madame Rose asked.

“Very much. I think I’m in love. I want to go back to Ursula er…Honeychiles Rider.”

“Oh. A lot of our customers say that. Try someone else. This is only a sexual fantasy and you don’t live with one like forever. I’m glad you enjoyed it Arny.” 

Arny was still in a dreamlike state but he understood what Madame Rose had said.

“I hope you’ll come back as I’ve already prepared another tryst for you.”

“Who would be next?”

“Do you still want to play Sean Connery?”

“I guess so,” rubbing his belly feeling muscle pain like he underwent some rigorous ab exercise.

“Then I suggest you take Danielle Bianchi, 21 year old Miss Rome who appeared in From Russia with Love.”

“Wow, think I can’t recall her beauty.”

“Here, take a look,” she glance to her side and a big screen flash on the dark wall and Danielle was seen in bed with Sean.

“She’s some beauty too.”

“Well, see you then next week on Thursday.”

“Rose, I can’t hardly wait.”

“Earlier than that will cost you double.”

“I don’t mind.”

“By the way, Rose, what did my friend Johnny Olron have the last time he was here?”

“Oh, he was fully satisfied although it cost him dearly.”

“Why? Who’s the girl?”

“It’s girls. Charlie’s Angels. I charge higher when the girls involved are currently active and in their youthful age.”

* * *



Magical Mystery Tour Ch. 02



Fantasy 2: BRIDAL SUITE

Arnold Craven was facing out through the big window of his Manhattan office, speaking on his cell phone when his pal Johnny Olron strode in. Turning, Arnold finished the call to welcome Johnny whom he was eager to see. 

“Johnny!” 

“How’s it hanging old fart?” Johnny said in his standard greeting.

“Still tight.” Both laughed aloud.

Arnold was jubilant. “Hey, thanks for the gift. That was awesome!” 

“Beyond your imagination, huh?” Johnny said throwing himself on an expensive leather chair next to Arnold’s large mahogany desk draping one jean-clad leg over the arm.

“Blew me away, dude.”

“Told you.” And they both laughed and slapped high-fives in the air.

“James Bond!” Johnny grinned shaking his head. “Way cool. Wish I had thought of that.”

“But Charlie’s Angels, man that’s a triple treat. Who’s the best among the three?”

“Wow, I can’t pin point who’s the best,” he sighed glancing toward the ceiling then back to Johnny. “It’s different strokes for different folks and I really had a blast.” 

Johnny leaned back on his reclining chair making a steeple with his fingers. “I feel a lot different now like I had the most wonderful vacation in a short period of time. My mind is clearer and I feel younger. Beats any spa or vacation spot in this world.” 

“Guess that’s the way to put it.” Johnny smiled his killer smile. 

“Listen, I’m hungry, how about lunch?” Johnny offered.

“Suits me.” 

Over at lunch in their favorite restaurant, Arnold asked Johnny how he got into this fantasy game. Johnny told him about the guy he saved last year from a ski accident in Switzerland. Shortly thereafter, they became friends and when they parted, the guy gave him the card in gratitude for his being a Good Samaritan. With regards to Madame Rose, Johnny recounted what she told him about her operation. 

“We are a mobile company, like a touring circus and the number of our clients are only few. In less than a year from now we’ll go into membership. That’s how far Rosy babe goes to tell me about her operation. It’s just a fantasy. Don’t go deeper than that,” Johnny said in between mouthfuls of pasta. “Anyway, she assured me that nobody gets hurt here and I would just have to follow instruction. The discipline to listen and follow is of the utmost importance,” Johnny continued.

“So where’s your next target?” Arnold asked buttering his bread.

“I don’t know, haven’t got a call from her in almost a week,” Johnny replied twirling his fork over the noodles.

“But who’s your next fantasy playmate?”

“Oprah.”

“You’re kidding me?” Arnold stared at him in an amused disbelief.

“Yeah, so every time I’d see her on TV, I’d say hey we’ve fucked a storm, didn’t we?”

“You’re incorrigible.”

Johnny just laughed.

“Did you ever have a lousy fuck here?” Arnold asked 

“I haven’t had one though. Now who would want a lousy fuck? You gotta have your money’s worth all the time.”

“Yeah, like if you don’t have a good product you wont sell. By the way whom did you act out in your fantasy the last time?”

“Spiderman.”

“Whoa! So maybe next time I’ll try Batman to fuck Catwoman,” Arnold chuckled. 

“Or Superman to fuck Lois Lane,” Johnny said with wide grin. 

Arnold laughed. “This is outrageous. We’re like kids here in a candy store. Just take your pick and fuck till you drop your prick.” 

“What if we swap fuckmates?”

“Why not? Yeah. And see if the scenario and quality are the same.”

“Yeah. And another thing is what if we take the same fuckin’ mate at the same time. Would that be possible? I mean can they clone a particular celeb so you and I can have her both at the same time?”

“Well, apparently we don’t have the same schedule but it is something that we gotta know from Rosy. I venture that maybe Rosy would say, ‘oh she’s already taken, give me your second choice,’” Johnny said.

“Or maybe we can end up in the same fuckin’ bed with the same chick we’d chosen.”

Both laughed with a laughter snagging the attention of some of the diners nearby.

Johnny gestured a slicing hand below his chin meaning to cut the laughter.

“The incredible thing here is how Rosie babe can do it. What’s her friggin’ formula?” Arnold spoke in hush-tone.

“Maybe she’s tapped some age-old hidden secret,” Johnny said going for the dessert. “That’s why she’s doing her damnedest best to keep it secret by always moving around and picking clients whom she could trust.”

“But how can she know whom to trust?” Arnold asked.

“Simply by face-reading. That’s why she’s always wearing a mask. That magic mask helps her focus her reading into your face.”

“And what if she didn’t find the client trustworthy?”

“Then she’ll use hypnosis and erase whatever negativity she may find in the guy.”

“Does she do that?”

“It’s one possibility. She’s a magical person, I believe.”  

When Arnold was back in his office, he found in his E-mail that his destination was Istanbul. Arnold wondered why in Istanbul, then remembered that James Bond went to this place in the movie From Russia with Love. Arnold E-mailed his reply as to when he’s going to Istanbul.

Johnny Olron received his message from his cell phone. It said: Oprah, it ain’t but your second choice S.H. it is. See you in Sta. Cecilla Mexico. “Yes,” Johnny hissed and muttered under his breath Salma Hayek.

* * * *

After landing in Istanbul Airport, Arnold took a cab and headed to St. Sophia church. As per instruction he will hear confession and speak to the father confessor this way: “Father, forgive me for I have sinned. And the father confessor would answer: “What sin have you committed my son?”

“Umbop.” he would say. That’s his password.

The moment Arnold uttered the password, the priest announced his absolution and ordered him to remain standing for a second. When he stood, the tile flooring beneath him slid open causing him to slip through a circular hole. Whoops! It was a fast slide all the way down till Arnold dropped into a casket. The casket lid closed automatically and Arnold felt the motion that it was being wheeled. For awhile Arnold panicked and tried to push open the lid but it wouldn’t budge. Arnold is mildly claustrophobic and thought this wasn’t funny anymore. When the coffin stopped, it automatically creaked open by itself and as he peered cautiously above the rim of the coffin, he saw that he was in a mortuary along with other coffins. The room was in dead silence. When he climbed out of the coffin, a voice called out his name coming from someone dressed in friar’s robe standing before a door. The hood was drawn to his bent head and so he didn’t see his face.

“Yes,” Arnold answered as he walked towards the man. When Arnold came near, the man raised his head revealing to his shock a skeletal face.

Arnold was jolted backward. “Who are you?”

“I am your guide and your bones beneath your flesh,” the man with a skeletal face answered, like his voice was computerized. 

“Then I suppose you’re bringing me to Madam Rose.”

“Come, follow me please.” Turning around the man produced a key from his robe’s pocket to open an ornate door. 

As soon as the door opened, the man asked him to enter. “After you, Mr. Craven.”

“After you, where? It’s too dark in here. I can’t see a thing.”

“You will. Just walk on.”

Arnold hesitated for a moment.

“Go on, Mr. Craven,” the man’s voiced bellowed shoving Arnold inside. Though he felt that was rude, he hadn’t had the chance to say anything as the door quickly locked him inside.

Arnold wondered what surprise was in store for him in this black as ink place. Recalling his first venture, a mummy almost cut him with a scythe in the dark tunnel he was treading. Whatever it would be, he’d got to move on. When he made his first step forward, a bluish square lighted on the floor underneath his foot. Immediately he thought that this was his guide. Another step and there was another square lighting up and so on as he walked. He began to be amused by recalling Michael Jackson’s music video in the 80s and thought that a music background would have been cooler. The popping lights on the floor stopped only when a bigger light came from above illuminating a small round table draped in white cloth with two chairs about it. Two goblets filled with the potion intended for him were already set on the table.

Arnold pulled one chair and as soon as he had sat down, a familiar voice greeted him.

“Pleasure to see you again, Arny. Welcome back,” Madam Rose said appearing again with a mask and outfit that was different than the first time he saw her. She wore a cropped black pin striped top half-buttoned at the chest to show ample cleavage and a matching mini skirt with garters attached to black shimmering stockings.

“Same here,” Arny said and they shook hands. 

“Ah, Rosy, how come you’re always wearing a mask?”

“Masquerade. Otherwise it’ll be just be like you’re talking to your neighbor or your secretary. What’s important is that you fulfill your fantasies here. Be that as it may, I hope you like my outfit whenever we see each other.”

“Ok, got your point there, and you look great, ” Arnold said.

“Thank you,” Madame Rose smiled aware that she had trapped his eyes by her busty chest.

Arnold lifted one goblet and faced it to the light finding some raisins settling on the bottom. “What are the raisins for?” 

“Just part of the formula for blood circulation and virility.” 

“Hmmm, wonderful,” he said with earnest expression. 

“You’ve already chosen your partner for this session and I’m glad to say that you’ll once again fulfill another exciting fantasy. As usual, drink the potions as numbered in sequence and enjoy our complimentary show while you sip them away. So have a good time Arny.”

“Thanks, Rosy,” letting out a sigh of relief.

“You’re welcome Arny. See you later,” she said and stood signaling him not to do the gentlemanly act of pulling her chair anymore. She turned and walked into the shadows from where she emerged from. A moment later the blackness at his side was parted away vertically and his eyes squinted at the burst of light that shone upon him. As soon as he’d adjusted his eyes at the light, he discerned that he was looking into a glass that revealed an underwater view of a swimming pool that is lighted under. Somebody dove in gracefully. A beautiful naked woman. Another followed and then several more. They performed dances under the water to the tune of the James Bond music theme. The dance culminated as their bodies linked together to form 007. 

Arnold was delighted and amused to the point that he clapped his hands. The moment he finished all his drink, the artistic show ended and once again he felt a bright light encroached upon him. His mind swirled into a myriad of colors bursting and throbbing like he was into an LSD trip. 

When these swirls of colors stopped Arnold found himself inside the bathroom of a bridal suite room of an old, elegant hotel with a light blue towel wrapped around his waist. The mirror beside him reflected his youthful self, a little resemblance of Sean Connery—sleek, lean body with fine musculature although his dark hair was not like ironed flat but similar to that of Warren Beatty’s in the 60s. 

“Here I go again,” he muttered to himself touching his well-scrubbed face and admiring his tanned and virile physique. It flashed to him also that this was the prelude to James Bond’s romantic affair with Daniella Bianchi as the Russian defector Tatiana Romanova of From Russia With Love and whom he chose as his fantasy playmate. Not long after he heard some noises and a thud from the direction of his bedroom. Reflexively, he picked up his gun and scurried silently into the balcony. Peering through the iron grill work that guarded the glass window of the bedroom he saw the intruder—a naked girl dashing toward his bed and getting into the bedcover. “Wow!” was the word that actually jumped from his mouth.

James twisted down the door handle to open and padded inside absentmindedly holding his gun but otherwise pointed to the intruder. She’s blond, elegantly beautiful, cream and peaches complexion with a curvaceous body underneath the sheet. Having a vast appetite for sex and conquest, his manhood swiftly thickened under the towel. 

“You looked surprise. I thought you were expecting me,” the intruder spoke in her sexy best voice.

“So you are Tatiana Romanova,” he said softly in manly tone.      “My friends call me Tanya.”      “Mine call me James Bond.”

She held out her hand and James shifted the gun to his left hand to shake her hand, breathing in as he felt its softness.

“Now that we are properly introduced…” 

“Oh your gun!” she cuts him. “Guns upset me,” shoving aside his gun- wielding hand away from her direction.

“I’m sorry, I was…um upset a bit myself,” he said putting the gun on the night table.

“I saw you in the photograph.”

James couldn’t pull off his eyes on her. He saw her with just the black choker on her neck and nothing else. It’s only the sheet drawn up to her chest that covered her nakedness.  

“You’re one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen,” he said as he sat next to her on the bed.

    “Thank you, but I think my mouth is too big.”

    “It’s just the right size, for me that is.” James said and without hesitation moved to kiss her gently on her slightly parted, moist apricot lips. His lips made feathery kisses on her lips, softly caressing, grasping, and brushing over her silky face from chin to her cheek bone which she gladly welcomed.  When he broke the kiss, her arms slipped into him and rested her chin on his shoulder. “Where’s the Lecter device?” James asked relishing her Chanel 5 perfume.

She eased from his shoulder and faced him a head away. “James, forget about our dialogue. I only have my licker here,” she slightly giggled and showed the tip of her tongue lolling across between her even teeth, not dentist even teeth, but human even teeth.

“What? Where’s the movie crew, the director?” James arch eyed around realizing that it wasn’t like before when he and Honey Rider saw them like stiffs or wax figures.

Her green eyes infringed with long lashes open wide. “Is that what’s upsetting you? We’re supposed to rehearse here for the bed scene tomorrow. Didn’t Terence tell us to make out and practice today so we could do this naturally like we knew what we’re really doing?”

“Gee, I simply forgot. I’m sorry.” A frown knotted on his brow. This is the game, he thought.

“Is that a sorry face or a horny face?” Her cute smile unfaltering.

“Make it both.” 

She giggled and lay back on the pillow, hands above her head, palms up framing her glowing, beautiful face. A provocative sight. He studied her smooth, perfect skin, the short rise and fall of her twin globes flimsily hidden by the covers. Arching her back a little bit caused the sheet to ride up precariously to the crest of her full, rounded breasts stopping in the nick of time to flaunt the nipples.

“Hey, we’re just alone here, like a couple of honeymooners.”

“That explains the bridal suite,” James said and leaned in to reclaim her lips, feeding himself with her sweetness while he reached over her hands and clasped each with his, fingers interlacing against each other. Soft and warm caressing of lips followed, gentle stabbing of tongue, every cell of his skin absorbing her fragrance as they wound up to a long, sensual kissing.

Finding it too irresistible to ignore her tits, James broke his kiss and nibbled his way lightly from her well-chiseled chin down to the column of her throat and to her valley of cleavage. His chin hooked down the hem of the covers unveiling out in the open her creamy latte nipples. Greeted by the sight of her bared tits, his hands swept down along the course of her arms toward her twin soft globes long protracted to be cupped and fondled. Having established the frontline of romance, James licked lightly around the dollar size areolas watching how her nipples grew spectacularly. His mouth closed over one and sucked it like a baby, the other one got rolled gently between his fingers. Tanya gasped slightly, her eyes falling into dreamlike state as James slathered the hardened nipples one after the other with his expert tongue. When his teeth rubbed over the stubby nipple and bit it lightly, Tanya squirmed and moaned vehemently.

“Was I rough on that one?” James asked long enough to see her grimacing face. 

“No, James. If you keep on doing that I’ll peak sooner than you know. Go back to them James, I’ll just have to hold on to your growing arousal here,” she said drifting down his hand to shuck off the towel wrapped around his hips. The towel was tossed nonchalantly and his hardening member slapped over her thigh. Unabashedly, she grabbed a hold of it. 

“Go on James, play my nipples and I’ll jerk you off, I am about to come,” she cooed and jacked him off they way she knew from experienced from the backseat of her date’s car. James resumed his suction at her nipples. 

“Oooooh, that’s very good, oh, ohhh, here I come, ohhh I’m coming…” she prattled then James paused. Her face took a look of desperate need and then disappointment. 

“No. don’t come yet, we’re not even half-way through. Save your energy.”

“James, believe me I’ve got all the energy to last me all this night.” 

Her nipples looked as they’re about to burst. 

“I believe you, that’s why I’m taking my time…the longer time you wait the more satisfying your orgasm will be. Calm down we’re getting there.”

“Gosh, this is so big and hard,” she groaned as her hand ran the full length of his manhood squeezing it. 

“I hope you’re not disappointed,” he said appraising her reaction.

“Disappointed? This is the right size, for me that is,” she said mimicking his earlier statement. 

“Fine. It fits all,” he smiled and took his turn to pull the covers completely off her body. After that, his eyes took a wild wanton look at her long shapely limbs twisting against each other as if this was the only vestige of modesty she could cling on to guard her most guarded secret. James took in every inch of her body, tits and pussy and all the rest that his eyes could lay on.

For awhile James allowed her hand to play with his cock, averting his eyes from what she was doing and drew his attention to her elegantly, sophisticated face. He removed the pins in her expertly coiffed hair style deciding that letting it all down was better. 

“Like it that way James?”

“Which one? He asked as she continued palming his hard-on and feeling the angry veins illustrating the shaft. 

“Loosening my hair.” 

“Oh ah yeah, more natural,” James replied.

“Like the way I take pleasure in your full, throbbing erection.”

“Eee-yah.” The only answer James could utter for that. Evoking in her face a high state of arousal, like aching for a desperate need, James began stroking her inner thigh moving up to the apex between her legs and cupped her curly mound making tiny grasps of its delicate softness. She was moist. He fluffed the wisp of auburn hair that covered her there, marveling at its silky smoothness. After a while, his middle finger rubbed gently back and forth along the source of her wetness until it slipped inside her, her ass lifting to accommodate every knuckle of his finger. 

“Ohhh…I never felt so sexed up like this before,” Tanya said breathing raggedly as she pushed her hips against his insinuating finger. “James, you’re so cool.” 

“I try to be. Now I think it’s time for my dinner,” James said softly. 

“Tell me where and what you’re going to eat.”

“Where else, but in your paradise inn where a hot pussy is served tender and juicy.”

“Oh, can I watch while you eat?”

“I’m a voracious eater.”

“So am I. And I’m glad you’re not on a diet.” she said her green eyes twinkling mischievously. 




Magical Mystery Tour Ch. 02



James swung out of bed and walked over to the foot of the bed. From there he stared at her magnificent nakedness and then pulled her legs toward him. When her legs dangled off the edge of the bed James sank down to his knees on the carpeted floor and positioned his head between her creamy thighs. Tanya spread her legs further for better viewing and James dive bombed his face into the slick, pulsating core of her womanhood. Tasting her arousal was inebriating. Propped on her elbows her body took an exquisite undulating outline as his tongue sizzled along the furrow of her hot pool of longing.

Every pussy has its distinctive taste, Tanya’s was like warm honey. While she shut and opened her eyes to his sinfully, intoxicating deed, her hands kept at the sides of her hips to hold them steady in place. Streams of rising moans emanated from her mouth as James devoured her pussy relentlessly. When the tip of his tongue encircled that tiny, but powerful center of her passion, she breathed in agonized gasp. 

“Oh James, Oh James, I can’t save this one, I’m coming and don’t you stop this time…James urghhh! She shuddered and wailed in an unspeakable ecstasy as her orgasm rocked her head like a rag doll followed by her body erupting into involuntary undulations. James couldn’t just dry her up even though he tried to lick and lapped all her juices. She had become wet like a busted pipe.

As her chain of spasm dissipated, James pulled up his drenched face from her and wiped it along her quivering thighs. From there he lurched forward hovering his face above hers. Her arms folded around his shoulders and she reached up, kissing his forehead appreciatively.

“You’re not willing to kiss my lips, are you?”

She laughed. “Why not?” she said and kissed his lips tasting her own juices. 

“James you’re a god. No mortal being could do a thing like that to a pussy.”

“What did I do that an everyman couldn’t do?” 

“Every guy I’ve known wouldn’t go down on me. I asked my friends and they agreed with me. They’re disappointed that a guy could just go fingering a pussy and when he gets excited enough, he’ll stick out his dick and go plunge it in until he grunts and spills out his ecstasy. And it’s hard to find a guy who’s a good kisser. They’re like kids, they want to get in their girls’ pants as fast as they can and jump out as fast as they can too. Not with you. You know the art. You’re a connoisseur.” 

“I’m surprised you’re so open with your feelings and also with your legs.” “Only for you James, ‘cause to me you’re a god.”

“Well, I’m no god Tanya. I’m just like one of them ordinary human beings and I think…I’ve got to run along now,” he said pushing himself up from her.

“Oh no James, don’t be a jerk,” she said hugging him quickly and tight. “I haven’t suck your dick yet. Now lie down and relax and I’ll give you what you deserve,” she offered and wrestled his body underneath her. 

“And what do I deserve?” James asked with a dumbfounded expression as she lay on top of him.

“The best. Watch me,” she purred slipping her fingers through his hair and began kissing all over his face. When their lips met, there was an urgency on her part and James drew every essence of sweetness from her mouth, sweeter and richer than a Hershey chocolate bar. 

“You love it, don’t you?” she said long enough to make a pause.

James hands caressed her back and reached over to grasp her rounded buttock. “Yes, I do.”

Tanya chuckled. “You sounded like a bridegroom in front of a priest in a church wedding.”

For the first time James smiled showing his white teeth. 

“Now you’re smiling. I have to go back to work. I want you to frown, and grimace… in ecstasy.”

Tanya kissed him once more torridly before drifting down her face to her objective. James’ cock stood like the obelisk at St. Peter’s Square in Vatican City when her fingers curled around it.

“Oh this is a humdinger,” she said running the whole length with her hand. 

“I admire the architectural structure of your cock and balls, figuratively speaking.” Even for a quick second, her eyes glancing over him carried an enamored look that could make any guy go mush. She pressed his cock against his body and started to bend down her head to kiss, lick his crunched up balls. Crouched down diagonally across the bed with her haunches up in the air, James was impelled to reach out and touched the back of her thigh sliding up to grasp her ass cheek. As he squeezed her ass, his fingers sneaked into the division and delved into the two orifices, the wet one still very persuasive of attention. His middle finger sashayed on the twin halves of her most delicate flesh and dipped inside. By this time his cock and balls were profusely moistened by her meticulous tongue. She tea-bagged his balls into her mouth while she jacked his cock and then later replaced her hand with her gobbling mouth taking him in to as far she could go while her fingers fiddled with his balls. James couldn’t help rewarding her with mews of bliss and labored breathing which, all the more encouraged her to pleasure him with all the best that her instinct dictated.

“Tanya, enough. I might as well fuck you now before I run out of strength to hold back,” James said rising from the bed. “Lie down with your butt on the edge of the bed,” he said as he stepped on the floor. Tanya did so and willingly spread her legs before James, propping one leg up his body with the other dangling down from the edge of the bed. James spread his own legs so as to level his cock to her pussy. Tanya watched him as he held his cock and rubbed the head against her sopping nest. The tingling sensation shot up to her brain and her face was flushed leaving her lips quivering like the soft petals of her pussy lips. At last James squeezed the sinewy length of him into her molten need. A moment later, James was doing the ritual, the sex machine act, his pelvis pumping in rhythm, steady fluid movements like John Travolta’s hips on Saturday Night fever. Tanya can’t keep her mouth close, as moans of pleasure kept streaming out of her. James right hand thumb pressed lustily over her clit while his left hand held the other side of her hips to steady her. 

“God, I’m getting so delirious…James… you keep me coming on I couldn’t keep score of my…ohhh.”

“Is it good?” he croaked, pumping and grinding his hips on hers while his thumb kept teasing lustily her clit.

“Oh god! So utterly good.”

“Let’s do the street doggie style,”

“The what?” 

“Get on the bed on all fours and I’ll fuck you from behind.”

“How ingenious!” 

James rearranged her legs to stand instead on the floor with feet spread apart. “Press your head down on the bed and bring up your haunches,” James said, “And don’t look just feel so that your sensation will be amplified."

“Really?” Tanya said. The sight of her heart-shaped rump was intoxicating.

“Quiet,” James said and eased himself slowly inside her.

She gasped, exhaling lots of lung air. “Oh, James, how… can I keep…quiet?”

James held her hips for deeper penetration, thrusting long and slowly at first, teasing by just barely entering her and then burying himself deep inside her. 

“Do you like it?”

“It’s new to me but ooh, yeah, just go on James, fuck me James in full force,” she said panting. James sped up his pumping and she breathed in fits and starts.

“Oh…oh…James…” Her voice though muffled over the bed was audible as he kept slip-sliding in her juices, flesh slapping against flesh.

“Tanya, I’ll give you the reign this time…I’ll lie on the bed and you ride on me, you like that?”

“Sounds fun to me, yeah,” she said peering over her shoulder.

“All right,” James pulled out from her and lay himself on the bed.”

“Wow, you never get soft,” she said as she began to mount him.

“Frog position, squat on your legs, feet on the bed.” “I got it,” she said and James held his cock in position for her to sit on it. Tanya pressed her hands on each of his shoulders and soon as her pussy touched the tip of his cock she began to lower down her ass. James removed his hand as her swollen pussy engulfed him effortlessly. 

“Bingo!” James said. “Now drive at your own pace and drive me crazy.”

“I am getting crazy looking at you grimacing like that. Oh god, this is a great turn on to me. How am I doing Commander James Bond?” she asked moving her hips up and down in a slow steady rhythm. 

James swallowed and answered. “You learn fast.”

“How about this?” she said rotating her pelvis and tightening her pussy around his cock.

“Divine. And how about this?” He held her hips and humped up beneath her fast and furious.

“Ahh…um…I could come…ahh…ohhh!” Their flesh slammed against each other racing to the point of no return. James was biting his lower lip controlling all he could to delay his come.

“James,” she wailed. “I’m coming. Coming!” Her body shuddered breathing erratically and reached her climax in a soul-shattering intensity.

“Oh god…” She slumped onto him. His hand on her butt felt her quivering. “Ohhh” she moaned into his ears and found his lips and their tongues dueled in frenzy till the tempest of pleasure subsided in her. 

“You haven’t come yet?” 

James shook his head. “Depends if you want me to come inside you or out.”

“James I’ve heard that some women swallow come. I don’t know if I could handle that. My first boyfriend came inside me. The second was a pre-ejaculator and he would always come before he even entered me. And the third if I would consider you as my third…I think I’ll take a shot at…I mean…” she stammered. “I want to jack your cock and see how it shoots.”

“C’mon move your hips again I’m about to come my self.” She began hoisting up and down. “Harder!” He said slapping her on her butt. “Oh,” she responded. Another whack.

“Oh jeez, I’m coming again,” she said speeding up her thrust. James met her downward motion increasing the decibel of slapping flesh. A whack on the left butt sealed it and Tanya was crying out in torrents of ecstasy. It was a blinding moment of release and her love juice flowed bathing his cock and balls.

James waited for a few more seconds and when he felt that he was ready to burst he shouted, “Tanya now, pull out and jack me off.”

Tanya quickly disengaged from him and grabbed his glistening cock. She made a fistful pump, staring at it up close, noticing his balls on a tight crunch. “Come James, come home, make it a home run, c’mon…” James grunted like a beast and a streak of white come shot out from the tip of his cock hitting the hair flowing down from her forehead. A series of shots followed, one zinging her cheek, then below her lower lip, and several more hitting her chin, the tip of her nose, her forehead and just about everywhere and the rest trickled down her hand. 

“Wow! Fascinating!” she said stroking him in slow corkscrew motion as his hips undulated. She drew closer and as he squeezed his cock, she stuck her tongue out firmed the tip and licked the droplets that oozed out from the burgeoning head. 

“Milk it, Tanya,” James said and Tanya obliged, putting his cock inside her mouth and suckled at him. 

“That’s great!” 

After thoroughly milking him she pulled his cock out of her mouth with a ‘pop’ and smiled at him, her face bedecked of his copious come. “Are you happy James?”

“You look like Christmas joy. It’s a call for celebration. We’ll open a Dom Perignon, 1956.” James winked.

* * *



Magical Mystery Tour Ch. 03



Fantasy 3: THE POP SEDUCTRESS IN DISTRESS

Our swinging hero Arnold Craven had gone back to Madame Rose for his next fantasy trip session. Nothing of those crap games occurred anymore preceding the latest meeting with her. He was directed to go straight to a suite room at the Grand Hollywood Hotel. 

In the suite room where only the lamps were lit Arnold followed the instruction and the first was to switch on the huge TV set. Madame Rose appeared on the flat screen TV and conversed with him. Still her identity remained enigmatic as her face appeared partly hidden and all that could be seen from her was her nose down to her décolletage to die for.

Arnold told her that he'd decided to quit playing the role of James Bond in his fantasy. Neither was he taking those girls in the 60s. He wanted to play himself, although much younger and virile of course and chose to play the hero rescuing a damsel in distress. The damsel he chose was the phenomenal pop princess Britney Spears and he as an F.B.I. agent. 

That said, he would fork much higher bucks as the girl he'd chosen was contemporary, currently youthful and at the height of her fame, according to Madam Rose. Money was no problem for Arnold and so his wish was granted. 

The usual two goblets filled with the enigmatic potion were already set there for Arnold along with a special gadget that he had to use to watch the complimentary entertainment treat usually given while he sipped his drink. Unlike the programs before where the entertainers were seen in person, this time Arnold would watch the Olympic games in Greece on TV. However, the special gadget were x-ray glasses so he would get to see the athletes without a stitch of clothing including the referees, coaches and those involved. 

Arnold had great fun watching as never in the history of his life nor for any entertainment matter had he witnessed such a show. Surely, more than ever, it was a fortune to pay such indulgences.

After he consumed the potion, Arnold felt his body spin like a freebee and shoot into oblivion. In a matter of moments he found himself standing on a side street looking across rows of houses spaced reasonably wide apart from each other. 

Our hero looked kinda like a younger Pierce Brosnan wearing a blue surf shirt with subdued prints and a darker pair of linen pants and Rocksport leather casual. It was a windy summer and the breeze mussed his black tousled hair as he crossed the street.

When Arnold rang the doorbell thrice at one particular house, a man in his thirties with dirty blonde hair answered the door. The man just opened a crack and peered without unhinging the chain lock. 

"Yeah?" The man spoke. 

"Sorry to bother you buddy. I'm a lost tourist down here and I wonder if I could use your phone," Arnold said.

"You're a stranger," the man answered sort of queerly eyeing him from head to foot.

Arnold flashed a 50 dollar bill that told he was willing to pay for the inconvenience. The man relented, opened the door and gestured to him to enter. 

A musty smell wafted his nostrils as he followed the man inside and observed that the place looked like a neglected dress shop.

"This place is familiar to me. I don't know if I'd seen this place in a movie," Arnold said. 

The man was wearing an Indian long sleeved shirt sloppily tucked in Levi's. After he retrieved the phone from under the counter he spoke with a knowing smile. 

"You know, you're making an alibi, the reason you came here is because you're after me."

"Why should it be so?" Arnold asked.

"Because I am the most wanted gay in this town," he replied cheekily checking the phone if it had a dial tone or not.

"S' that so?" Arnold said as he was briefly distracted by a big butterfly fluttering by and landing on a colorful spool of thread. 

"You should see me with my make up on, I look like Britney Spears," she laughed a brittle laugh."

Instinct swiftly told him that this man was FBI's most wanted man—Flinger Bunting –the serial killer whose penchant was skinning off his victims which had been mostly girls. The two clues that linked him were first, the butterfly that he saw which this man had been known to cultivate and the mention of Britney Spears who had been reported missing for two days and believed to have been kidnapped in the vicinity of her Sta Monica penthouse. Acting fast, Arnold flashed his FBI ID wallet badge, and drew his 301 Browning from the small of his back and pointed it to him.

"Freeze! F.B.I." He said.

The man shook with more laughter. "You're funny. Where's your gun?" 

Arnold gulped fearfully when he noticed that he had no gun in his hand, but eventually the gun materialized in his hand in an instant. The man changed his expression.

"I said freeze!," he repeated. "Turn around. Put your hands on your hand." His voice barked aloud.

Knowing that in the movie he saw, this man would make his quick escape, and so he quickly picked up a stone object he spotted and hurled it to him just as the man attempted to duck into the kitchen. The object hit the man just below his back skull and he fell on his face on the floor knocking him out of his senses.

Arnold moved forward and handcuffed the guy's one hand, dragged him further into the kitchen and chained his other hand to an old metal pipe under the kitchen sink. Suddenly he heard a sound. A distress crying of a girl. He noticed that an entrance on the floor leading to the cellar was opened. He went down the stairwell into a dungeon-like hideaway. Swiveling side to side with his gun for protection, he came upon a pit and located the girl crying: 

"Please get me out of here." The voice pleaded.

By the naked bulb hanging over the pit Arnold peered down trying to make out who the girl could be. "Are you Britney Sprears?" 

"Yes I am. Who are you?" She was standing face up her hands cupping the side of her mouth. 

"FBI. I'll get you out. Is your kidnapper alone?" 

"Yes." 

"I'll just try to find a ladder or rope to get you out of there."

"'kay. Please hurry. Where is he? Did you arrest him?" 

"I handcuffed him. He's upstairs."

"Don't let him get away. He's a dangerous man. He's going to kill me I know." Her panicky voice said.

"Don't worry other officers will arrive and they'll get him. Just hang in there. Holy shit!" He spat in disgust. He'd come upon the killer's lab or skinning room where big moths flew overhead and saw a 'skin suit' fitted on a dressmaker's dummy. 

"What the hell...? Arnold reacted to the horror at the sight he just found. In a bathroom off the workroom, he found a female hand and wrist extending out of a murky mixture in a bathtub. 

Britney cried again. "Bring me out of here officer." 

"Hold on I found the rope ladder."

Moments later, he had gotten Britney out of the pit. She looked like a train wreck and her clothes were dirty, her cropped top was almost shredded and her low cut shorts were half-opened showing her light green stringed thong. She sobbed on his shoulder and he gave him a comforting hug. 

"Did he hurt you?"

"He drugged me."

"Can you walk up the stairs?"

"Yeah," she gasped. They climbed the steps side by side with her one arm around his shoulder. He held her wrist while his other hand wrapped around her waist for support.

"Oops!" Britney missed her step and Arnold accidentally cupped one of her fulsome breasts which slipped out from under her cropped shirt. 

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright. You saved my life," Britney said. 

"Your skin is kinda greasy."

"I know, he threw me a lotion bottle in there telling me to rub it on my body from every two hours."

"It's a prelude before skinning you off."

"Oh god, he's insane." 

Finally they were up in the kitchen and the killer was still there chained to the pipe and unconscious. 

"Son-of-a-bitch!" she cried and stumped her foot on the killer's solar plexus.

"Alright, calm down Britney, calm down," Arnold said getting her out of the killer's body as she tried to kick his body again swearing in torrents: 

"Go to hell, you sack of shit!" she cried.

"We're leaving out of here. We're going to pass the back door," Arnold said. 

Arnold saw the car key peeking out of the killer's pocket. "Wait. Maybe we could use his car to get away from here."

"Where are we going?"

"To my camper right down the river nearby, so you could change."

The moment Arnold said that a puff of smoke covered them and when it cleared away they were already inside the Winnebago, Adventurer. Not a chance they had to use the killer's vehicle.

Inside the recreational vehicle Britney collapsed on the floor. 

"Oh my god, Britney, c'mon, what's the matter don't pass out on me! He said rapping lightly her cheek, holding her by the jaw and jerking her face back and forth but there was no response. 

"C'mon Britney, wake up," he said. No use. Arnold felt her pulse and it was beating normally. He thought that she just succumbed to over fatigue due to stress and that she'd come off it after awhile. But his heart was beating faster like a runner. And who wouldn't? She's the pop seductress giving him an in your face flesh look of her sun-kissed body lying vulnerably on the floor. 

A piece of work her body was--half virginal, half sex vixen face. Arnold could hardly contain the sudden surge of stripping her down item by item. Across her top was written in small print: If you can read this print your damn too close. Damn right he was. A breath away to touch her celebrated body.

The temptation is inebriating. He couldn't pull off her eyes on every part of her body. Her skimpy clothes hardly covered them. From the sight of her bosomy chest to her toned abs leading to her gaping shorts under which peeked a light green thong that made her luscious hips all the more delectable plus the supple limbs in enticing positions could make a guy go insane. 

He palmed her thigh up but stopped its course at the opening leg of her frayed shorts as sudden guilt swamped him. He thought of her ordeal in that pit and at the hands of that kooky bastard and what was he doing to her? It was out of character of him to force his desire at her. She's a helpless girl and out of her senses. It was pathetic and cheap an act for him to do. He quickly resolved his naughty intent and instead scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed and laid her there. He sat for a while on the edge of the bed and looked at the mirrored wall and waited for his aching erection to subside. God it won't quit, better get out here. At least he had thought of peeling off her sneakers and covered her with the blanket then left her in the room.

Triumphant over the temptation, he walked guilt-free into the kitchen to browse for anything to eat. He opened the small fridge and found a bag of Doritos and tuna dip. There was a big bowl which he retrieved and smelled. It was cream of mushroom soup and a fleeting smile crossed his lips at the idea that he would just reheat it. There was also a box of pizza and all he had to do was put them in the microwave and presto they have something to eat. He was sure she'd wake up. 

Arnold took a shower first and afterward dabbed Black by Kenneth Cole on his face and hard chest. The vision of the erection-inducing Britney lying there on the sofa was priming his cock and balls as it continued popping into his head like those pop up commercials in the Internet. All the more so when he switched on the radio and a club-savvy beat with Britney singing or moaning came on from the piped-in speakers. Although he's not offended with postpubescent kind of music, he preferred at this moment some music that's more soothing and tender so he turned the dial and sought for this kind. Acting like a civilized man as he could be he slipped into heather gray track pants to keep his rampant cock at bay and threw in a plain white cotton T for good measure. After brushing quickly his black raven hair he proceeded to heat the food items he found in the microwave. As he was putting the pizza inside the microwave oven, he heard Britney rose from the bed and came right behind him.

"How are you?" He turned to her. 

"Oh, thirsty," she said holding her forehead. Arnold gave her a glass of water but that wasn't enough, she drank two or three more to quench her raging thirst. 

"Ahh, I guess I'm alright now. I could smell you. You smell nice," she said in a still weak voice.

Erotic thoughts run through his private mind. 

"You passed out but I think you just gotta sleep."

"I've slept enough. Look, I'm embarrassed here. Mind if I go in there and take a shower? I think I smell like a desert camel here." Her voice sounded better.

"No, go ahead," he said. "Holler if you need anything else." 

"Thanks, you're very kind," she said and left the door ajar. He heard the ping from the microwave and he replaced the pizza with soup and bread. 

As he was getting plates from the cupboard Britney called out over the din of the water spraying down on her. 

"Hey Mister G-man what shall I call you?" 

"Call me Arny"

"What? Horny? Did I hear you right?"

"Spells A-R-N-Y."

"Oh Arny O.K. I can't thank you enough Arny."

"It's a job."

"I know and you risked your life too."

"I do it all the time."

"Listen, I'm gonna radio the other officers as they were raiding the wrong place at this time. So they could come here, fetch us and take custody of the criminal."

When Britney emerged out of the tub she was wearing a white terry robe and didn't bother to tie the sash. "This robe is kinda heavy. Can I look into your closet to find some lighter clothes?"

"Help yourself and then come here and eat some food. You must be hungry."

"Yeah, I could smell it. It's delicious," she said over her shoulder as she padded into the bedroom.

Britney shucked off the robe and flung it on the bed. He stole a quick sideways glance and saw her spectacular ass through the open door but forced himself to the task of setting the food and plates on the dinette table. 

"Arny, look what I've found, some really cozy clothes." Britney smiled for the first time since the rescue. She emerged wearing a male tank top and loose pants that threatened to fall down from her glorious hips. She raised the tank top just under the swell of her breasts to display her tummy and hooked her thumbs in the belt loops pushing all the more the pants at dangerously low level displaying her flat hungry tummy. As she posed like that in front of him, his cock became embarrassingly erect. 

Get down you fool! He ordered mentally as if he had any authority over his stubborn cock.

"Like it?"

Arnold tried as much to hide his erection by facing his pelvis close to the kitchen counter. Too late, her casting glance at his crotch was much too quick. His expression gave away.

"Honestly, I know that this is quite ungentlemanly to say, but you just gave me a giant hard-on that I think can crack ice." He gave up trying to hide. 

"Oh wow, what a way to put it," she said feeling her knees go mushy. 

"I like to talk to a no-holds barred, honest-to-goodness kind of gentleman who's horny like a bull but with an existing self-control," she said with a knowing smile while her eyes darted back and forth to the tenting in his stretchable pants. Obviously he had no underwear. 

"You know I also took the liberty of putting on a little make up." She changed the subject to ease him off the tension. His face was tinted with a blush. 

"How come you have some make up here and my favorite at that? And even perfume. Were they your girlfriend's? Wife's? Mother or who?" She said shrugging her shoulders with open hands.

He hesitated to answer and gazed at her like a student suddenly called by the teacher to answer a difficult question.

"No I don't have a girlfriend and my wife's been dead."

"Oh sorry to hear that. But how come you still have girls' make up?"

"Honestly I don't know. I don't even own this camper. This was provided for me and they must have stacked it with whatever they could think of."

"Well, some kick-ass camper, huh?"

"C'mon let's eat." Arnold invited though his appetite was obviously not on food.

"Hmmm, this soup is yummy," she said squeezing her eyes shut. "Thick and creamy." She slurped, wrapped her lips around the spoon, and sucked it while throwing a flirtatious glance at him.

"Hey, here's some chips and dips, pizza from New York Pizza Delivery and Pepsi."

"Wow, my favorite!"

Britney ripped open a bag of extra cheesy Doritos, dipped one into a bowl of dip cream, crunched loudly and wiped off the excess orange dust on the thighs of her falling down pants. 

"Sorry, I'm just stuffin' my face here," she said in a perky Louisiana accent, then jammed a slice of pizza in her mouth. 

After eating, Britney slumped herself on the sofa with one leg up and took a swig off her Pepsi in can. "How long would it take for the other officers to arrive at the scene." She appeared to be calculating something in her mind. 

"Don't worry. They won't take long. They're on their way by now," he said and to check, he stood on a chair, opened the sunroof and emerged his upper body holding up the high-tech binoculars to his eyes. Evening was setting in and from afar he could see the highway and the road leading to the killer's lair. The highway crossing a long bridge was almost empty with vehicles plying about. 

Britney almost jumped out of the sofa and fixed her face inches away from his crotch. The bulge now looked no more than a slight jut unlike awhile. She would like to see his erection grow again. For whatever reason or emotion, a wanton urge struck her to suck his cock.

Soon a chain of vehicles with headlights on appeared in Arnold's binoculars. He presumed this was the raiding team he was expecting. 

"Arny, what's happening there?" 

"I'm seeing a convoy of cars on the highway now and a chopper hovering above. This must be the raiding team," he replied.

Aware that Britney's face was centimeters to his crotch and feeling her hot breath transcend his track pants, he wished he didn't radio them just yet. 

Suddenly Arnold's eyes bugged out and almost dropped the binoculars as he felt Britney whirled her face against his bulge with her hand under his crotch. 

"Britney ahh..." his voice faltered. She pushed down his pants freeing his burgeoning cock. Her eyebrows jumped up to its glorious features, well-sculpted head and a network of veins underneath stretched skin, and taut as a bowstring as it appeared it was. Britney beamed like a child in Disneyland. She pedaled a few steps back and grabbed something on the dinette. When she moved forward to his cock again she held it like the way she does to a microphone and then knowing how pliant it was she used it to wipe off the remaining mushroom soup it in the bowl she took. When it was all smeared up by the creamy, delicious soup, she tossed the plastic bowl at the sofa and began sucking and licking his cock with her warm and drooling mouth. His cock zoomed like a high-powered paparazzi camera lens. Bolts of pleasure ripped through him as Britney sucked him off earnestly making lewd gobbling noises. Arnold was of course startled, but willingly gave in to the sensation. 

"Britney, they're coming!" But she didn't let up with his warning and continued licking all over him, like she would a tasty lollipop. 

"Do we have time for a frickkin' quickie?" 

He heard her say but he was dizzy with pleasure that all he could manage to answer was, "Uhhh." 

Arnold felt his knees start to buckle as she sucked him without let up holding the base of his cock with one hand and the other dragging lightly her cracked fingernails over his abs , pelvis and cupping his balls with an insinuating finger beyond them. Thinking that he might fall awkwardly down as he could hardly stay upright, he decided to slip back in carefully. 




Magical Mystery Tour Ch. 03



Even though Arnold almost fell in, Britney didn't let go of his tasty cock in her mouth. Instead her cheek turned inward increasing the pressure of her suction like she had no intention of letting it go.

"Oh Britney," he sighed. "I don't want to come in your mouth," he said pulling her head to him crushing his lips on hers, kissing her wildly. Britney responded fervently and their tongues writhed and stroked each other in the heated sharing of lust, mushroom soup, Doritos and pizza.. When she broke the kiss she turned around pushed her pants down and wriggled her bare ass against his hardness like a lap-dancer. Her back arched and leaned against him circling her forearms loosely around his head. He angled his head to kiss her delicious lips while his hands drifted around her narrow waist and moved up to gather her ample breasts under the shirt and dug all his ten fingers into each mound of flesh. The nipples tickled under his fingers as he mashed her generous twin melons in frenzy. Getting lava hot with excitement Britney encouraged Arnold to squeeze her harder and play her pale, stubby nipples. 

"You don't look tired, are you?" Arnold croaked into her ear.

"Do I? When I get aroused there's no idle bones in me like if I'm in a dance," she replied turning her lips to his for more exchange of nibbles, light suction, lusty breathing and soulful kisses.

"You have to fuck me now Arny before they arrive," she said snaking her hand behind to feel his stiffness.

"Why is that so?"

"Because you're a sweet man, handsome, a good kisser and on top of that you're my savior, a knight with a shining lancer. And if you want to verify what I'm saying my pussy is damp like Niagara falls if you care to pat it." She said as her hand urged one of his busy breast-pawing hands to check on.

Arnold's one hand slid downward in front and stuffed it at the apex of her legs. Surely her pussy was damp. His hand jarred over the fleshy, succulent heart-shaped pussy and pushed a finger inside the slick, velvety seam. Her hands continued caressing his cock and balls while her hips shoved and shimmied against his questing finger. 

By this time her pants had dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them and Arnold had kicked his aside. Still with her back on him she moved a few steps toward the dinette leaving Arnold a moment and space to feast over her spectacular curves. She mounted one of her thighs across the top of the dinette.

"Fucking hell!" Arnold groaned as he ogled at those supple thighs separate and divulged a perfect view of the pussy to die for. He quickly grabbed her bare buns filling his stroking hands like he would to a basketball he was ready to throw for a shoot. Crouching down on his heels he scrutinized the swollen twin pulps of her gaping pussy. The outer lips of her pussy were a warm pink in contrast to the white pale skin of her groin. He held each of her cheek ass and parted them, screwing his tongue at her pink star. 

Britney let out a host of giggles. "Hey, cut that out that's off limits. Stick to the basics."

"Off the beaten track is what I like to explore. Britney, your delicious!" he said darting his tongue into her hot vulva and then waving it to her skin petals like Da Vinci's detail paint brush. He sucked each outer lip and her nectar oozed in between his lips.

Britney shifted her position and sat on the dinette with legs spread apart so he could access more and she could watch him. He kissed along her inner thighs and then pry opened the peach melba lips of her pussy and slapped dash his tongue at the twitching sensitive petals of her most secret of places. 

"Arny, fuck me now with your cock. I'm gonna fucking come right here! She bellowed. He rose to his feet holding his cock and began rubbing it back and forth along the furrow of her bubbling cunt, the wisp of golden brown pubic hair glistening from wetness. Britney reached her jutting clit hood with her finger and began circling over it. Arnold removed her hand and pushed his cock inside her. He felt his cock was dipped into a tub of boiling oil.

"Ohhh yes...fuck me Arny!" 

Britney clung to Arnold and put her heart and soul into kissing him. The hot flush saturated her cheek and her neck. Arnold knew she was turned on as hell. Her swollen clit was getting pressure from his slamming pubic ridge. When she leaned back to watch his cock plough in and out of her she began to make whimpering cries. The obscene noises of their mingling flesh fueled their state of arousal to high gear. 

Arnold scooped her butt and carried Britney to the bedroom without disengaging his cock. Both fell on a heap on the bed. The mirrored wall reflected their erotic coupling, his flexing butt and her glorious hips bucking for every downward thrust. She roamed her eyes from his screwed up face, his rippling torso and his cock skin stretched over the veins as it plunged into the depths of her tightening clench. He propped one of her legs on his chest, rotated his pelvis at every downstroke of his cock and played her clit. 

"Oh, Arny, shit...I'm gonna come now...orhhh!" Arnold pumped harder and faster. Britney began breathing raggedly, her slacking lips emitting tiny gasps of pleasure. Watching her about to come was priceless. Her lips chanted, "yes, yes, yes!" until she screeched to her climax and her body convulsed into a chain of spasm. 

"Don't stop, Arny, make me come some more."

"We don't have time, the raiding team must have arrived."

"No I've got some more coming, please."

"Jeez, Britney you're so beautiful when you came that I think I won't be able to hold back any longer." 

Britney pulled down his head and kissed him, nibbled his lower lip and entered her tongue inside his mouth, pulled it back and a pleasurable sigh fell from her lips. A wave of shudder traveled through her arms. That finished Daniel off. His engorged cock spewed a river of sticky semen into her and with a half a dozen times more of slow but hard thrusting her pussy was filled to the brim.

Soon as his orgasmic bliss dissipated he pulled out from her and hurriedly retrieved her own clothes from the bathroom.

"We have to hurry Britney, here wear back your shorts and tattered shirt. You have to look as you were when I found you," he said slipping the shorts through her feet. However seeing her full round breasts rising and falling due to her panting breath he took the opportunity to paw at them once more and sucked her stubby pale chocolate nipples which he sourly didn't want to miss.

While Britney was trying to pull in the shorts, Arnold couldn't help but noticed her swollen pussy dribbling out the copious semen he had shot into her and they were running rivulets to her bottom. Seeing in his mind the CSI team trying to find evidence of rape in her, he dove to her pussy and licked like a maniac the semen between her plump lips, trying as much to clean her of any trace. He flicked around her clit until she was driven to another insane orgasm that made her body shudder uncontrollably. 

Now clean your pussy we gotta go, ok?" 

"Nevermind," she said now standing and buttoning the dirty shorts. She put on the tattered T and Arnold gave her a coat. Arnold dressed up his previously worn clothes as quickly as he could. 

"Hurry up we don't have time. We gotta be there in that killer's lair when they arrive."

'Poof' another puff of smoke flashed and instantly they were in the front porch of the house. Arnold was back to his previous clothes and so was Britney. And the raiding team had arrived timely. They got out of their cars and took position, the swat team moving at prescribed action.

The killer was apprehended and after a brief talk with the chief officer, Britney was put on a stretcher and was lifted into a helicopter that would take her to the F.B.I hospital for the initial investigation and check-up. Arnold joined her in the ride.

Inside the helicopter Britney indiscreetly groped between his legs and felt his cock still hard through his linen pants. 

"You're trouser snake is till alive."

"It'll always be with you."

Britney stifled a host of giggle. 

"Thanks Britney."

"What for? I'm the one that has to thank you. You saved my freakin' life."

"Yeah, but you let me fuck you and it was a divine experience."

"Life itself is not just simply surviving, it must have sharing and giving to make it wonderful."

"I didn't know that you are also a philosopher," Arnold said. Britney's eyes were swimming with affection and amusement as well. 



Magical Mystery Tour Ch. 04



Fantasy 4: Muy Caliente

Arnold Craven’s rolls up his magical mystery tour with Salma Hayek

Our man about town Arnold Craven entered Cedars Hospital to visit his friend Johnny Olron who recently figured out in a car race accident. “Valves burned out,” Johnny had said on the phone. 

Along the way while waiting for the elevator door to open, he overheard a chatter from two nurses about a guy sent in to the E.R. whose dick got glued to his hand after he mistook Epoxy glue for lube when he masturbated. Arnold was appalled and couldn’t help grimacing at the ludicrous incident. 

Finally he entered Johnny’s suite room with walls painted half orange and half white and was greeted by an abundance of flowers from well-wishers. A squeal erupted from a young and tall pretty nurse as he caught sight of Johnny slipping his free hand under her short uniform. Arnold shook his head at the mischief of his friend despite his condition of being bandaged and having one leg suspended and in a cast at that. 

“Johnny,” he called, jolting the nurse to quickly pull away from Johnny. She acted like nothing happened and turned to her tray on the table. 

“Arny!” Johnny yelled. “Come on over here my friend and meet my lovely sweetheart here. “Alisha, meet my good ol’ friend Arnold Craven.” 

“Hi Alisha,” Arnold said noticing a blush on her cheeks. 

“Hello, please to meet you Mr. Craven,” she said coyly extending her hand for a shake and Arnold acknowledged it. “I’m pleased to say that Mr. Olron is recovering well.” 

“Good. I can see that,” he said grinning.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve to run along now Mr. Craven,” she said and turned to Johnny. “Mr. Olron please follow the treatment.”

“Sure, sweetheart, but don’t forget my treat,” he said looking at her as she made an impish smile and started for the door. When the door creaked and closed to a thud, the two men burst into laughter.

“You old pussyhound bastard, you can’t keep your hands off anyone’s pussy, can you?”

“With a beauty like that how can I?”

“Oh look at you, I can’t believe you’re still having an erection even though half of your ass is covered up in cast,” Arnold said, noticing the tent in Johnny’s sheet.

“The problem is getting it down,” chuckled Johnny. “Look at my finger,” he said showing his finger still glistening with her pussy juice. “I’ve been sweet talking her to give me a blowjob and she’s rarin’ to give it to me when you came,” he said his eyebrows moving up and down and grinning like Jack Nicholson.

“A blowjob here in the hospital? You’re incorrigible!” he said amusingly as he took his seat across his bed. “How long are you staying here?”

“I don’t know. Several weeks maybe. Now I can’t do my fantasy trip with Rosey. So how about taking my place, buddy? It’s been paid and the potions have been done and ready. In fact I had them brought up here ‘cause I knew you were coming today.”

“You mean, I’ll take them here?”

“Yeah, they’re in the fridge concealed in two Coke Cans marked X-1 and X-2. Take a look.”

“Who’s the girl, Oprah?”

“Nah, Madam Rose changed her for reasons I don’t know, and so I opted for my second choice which was Salma Hayek.”

“That hot Latin spitfire?” Arnold’s eyes lit up. “Oh my god, I bit a bone steak when I saw her once at Alfredo’s.”

“Now I figure you’d fuck her to the ground from dusk till dawn. Ain’t that right, my friend?” chuckled Johnny.

“How could I refuse. She’s a magnificent beauty. What about the complimentary entertainment that usually goes with the potion?” Arnold asked.

“Me and Alisha. She’ll come back and you sit there and watch her give me the mother of all blowjobs,” he hissed giving him a naughty wink.

Arnold hurried to the fridge and found the two marked Coke in cans.

“Now start drinking them when Alisha comes back.” 

“I don’t understand. I have the impression that you seem to be part of this thing which is clouding my judgement right now of whether I’m at the moment dealing with real or the unreal situation here. I mean why in heaven’s name are you involved in the complimentary thing whereas you are just a customer like me in this game.”

“Yeah I know but I’m not. This thing happens to be out of their routine. And I requested that the potion be brought here for you so the real complimentary stuff was scrapped. This complimentary thing that you’re going to see if it ever happens is my own idea. Anyway the important thing is that the magic potions are here and if you drink them then your fantasy will take place.”

Arnold examined the cans and nodded to Johnny and raising the one marked X-1, meaning that this is the first that he should drink and then the next. When he pulled the ring of the can, he heard Alisha entered with a knowing smile. Alisha stood at the side next to the bed and ran a stethoscope across Johnny’s chest. Johnny pulled her arm to him and murmured something to her ear. Arnold took in a lot of leg view from her as the hem of her uniform rode up just below the underside of her ass. He wondered if she’s wearing a thong or nothing underneath the uniform. Alisha squealed a naughty squeal and glanced over her shoulder at Arnold. 

Arnold ran his tongue fleetingly across his lips at the erection-inducing sight of Alisha. 

“Arny, here answer the message on my cell phone.” 

Arnold took the cell phone from him and read the text message: State password and fantasy with S.H.

He replied. Umbop. Surprise me with some action. Give S.H. to me not as an actress but as herself but having another kind of profession. I want it to happen in my house and I wish to play as myself again.—Arny.

The cell phone chirped back immediately after he sent the message. Done. Have a good time Arny, she’s yours.—M.R. Arnold was extremely excited.

Arnold put the cell phone on Johnny’s bedside stand and seated back to his comfort and refocused his attention to Alisha and Johnny as they smooched and touched each other. He put the can to his lips and took the first gulp of his potion. The taste was funny but bearable. Alisha sat beside Johnny and leaned over to him. Her legs encased in sheer white hose were in a position to flash lingerie but she appeared too careful about it. 

But even as Alisha knew very well how to sit without flashing her panties, the naughty activity between him and Johnny would not be able to control her movement. Besides she realized suddenly that it was a great turn on when somebody was watching. So she thought, what the heck, Arnold would be as turned on as I am if he’d get to take a peek. 

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds and it seemed as though it was brighter as it peered into the insides of her legs. As Alisha rummaged around Johnny’s ears, tickling him with tiny kisses along the side of his neck, slowly her legs spread apart and her tiny panties appeared into view—nice lacy white. 

Johnny sneaked his hand between her legs and rubbed on the fattening, bit of flesh concealed by her panties. Arnold could see the darkness lurking on both sides of the crotch as Johnny’s fingers rubbed over. 

While Alisha leaned and rubbed noses with Johnny, her legs spread further apart. Arnold inhaled sharply as his questing fingers pushed aside the panty crotch disclosing the curly tangle of pubic hair. Quickly his finger located what the hair was hiding and she began squirming. Arnold was glued on his seat but his uncontrollable excitement made him spill his potion slightly over his bulging pants twice.

Soon Alisha had uncovered the part of Johnny where his erection was coming into a full stand. Holding his cock in one hand, she stroked gently his testicles with the other, then slowly began to move her hand up and down. 

“You have a gorgeous cock, she said fascinated by the giant strength of him. She pushed his cock against his body and bent to lick his balls delicately. Finally her tongue slid along the underside of his cock until half the length of him was engulfed in her mouth. Johnny winced as her head bobbed up and down. He reached for her chest buttons and undid them until her laced bra peeked out of the gaping uniform. 

“Show your big tits to my friend, will you?”

Alisha obliged and unsnapped the catch of her bra in front and her 36 c tits tumbled free.

“Oooh, aren’t they delicious, Arnold?” Johnny said hefting one in his hand and thumbing lazily across an erect nipple.

Arnold simply nodded and watched with silent appreciation.

“Take off your undies, sweetheart,” Johnny murmured. Alisha pulled her dress up to her waist and then pushed her panties down, slowly but deliberately all the way down and picked them off her feet and wore it on Johnny’s head like a mask. 

“Urghhh, I can’t breathe,” Johnny complained. 

“Yes, you can,” she giggled. 

This time Arnold could get a really good look at the wonderful curly hair, so soft and so secret between her legs. Alisha grabbed his free hand and greased his middle pussy finger with her saliva. 

Johnny returned to caressing her cunt, opening it with the V of her fingers, so Arnold could see how pink and juicy she was, under those thick dark bush. While he fingered her wet folds she sucked at him in her lips and pumped him rapidly in her hand. Both of them were moaning and groaning as they raced to reach their peaks .

Arnold became so thirsty and soon consumed the two cans as Alisha and Johnny cried out in shuddering mutual orgasms. Alisha waited until Johnny was relaxed and rose to her feet. “Rest now and I’ll come back to wash you off,” she said and walked to the bathroom. 

“Bravo,” Arnold said clapping his hands lightly. “I think you’re doing well because of the treat that they’re giving you here rather than the treatment.”

“I always say that sex is the best therapy,” Johnny said showing a very satisfactory grin. 

After Alisha washed Johnny with warm washcloth and patted him dry, Johnny said something like enjoy your date, Arny take a Hayek. 

After a while Johnny became drowsy and soon drifted into sleep. When Alisha left, Arnold fell asleep too on the chair like a drunken sailor and the potion he drank began to effect its magic.

The ding dong of the doorbell had woken Arnold up. He rose from the sofa and realized that he had napped in the living room of his house wearing a robe. 

Where was his houseman, George. “Oh, it’s his dayoff today ,” he mumbled to himself and rose to his feet to call the guard in the intercom to ask who were his visitors. The hollow voice of the guard at the gate came and said they were the pool cleaners. “Alright, thanks Billy,” he said remembering he’d asked for them to come over. 

He let the cleaners wearing striped blue uniforms with “Talk Dirty To Us” written at their backs enter the pool area and immediately they started working. When they were through one of the men told Arnold that their boss would come in and check what they’ve done and bill him either cash or charged. 

When they piled back inside their van the driver of a red Ferrari in front emerged out and walked toward the house. By the looks of her she was a drop dead gorgeous babe. She was dressed in a black cat suit with red piping zipped down at the top to flaunt her hefty cleavage. Her eyes were obscured by wrapped around dark glasses and over her shoulder hung a hobo bag. When she neared the porch he recognized her instantly as that Latin Spitfire Salma Hayek, half peasant half bombshell beauty whose screen presence was hot and sexy and smart as a fox. She mounted her silvery, wafer thin-platform strappy sandals with rhinestones on to the porch and walked over to Arnold standing by the door. 

“Morning Mr. Craven,” she said removing her sun glasses and extending her hand to him in business like fashion. He shook her hand and gazed on her face whose bedroom eyes and come-hither pouts almost knocked the daylights out of him. 

“I’m here to check your pool to see if my people have done their job to your full satisfaction. May I come in?” 

“Yes, I’m glad to know that your company strives for perfection,” he said making way for her to enter.

“Thank you. It’s the only way to gain trust from clients.” 

She strode inside and Arnold led her to the sliding door that opens to the pool area. As they walked over side by side, he noticed that there were assorted flowers floating in the swimming pool. 

“I wonder what those flowers are for?”

“It is just to perfume the water and they’ll be taken out by my people before I leave. Flowers have effects on people, like in aromatherapy. Don’t you think so Mr. Craven?” 

“Of course, though I don’t know much about that,” he admitted. Salma placed her hobo bag on a round table shaded by a big umbrella and darted her eyes around the pool site. 

“You have an absolute dream house here, Mr. Craven, the pool overlooking the soothing blue of the Pacific Ocean. Fantastic view,” she said in an assured tone. “Can I strip down to my bikinis so I can take a little bit of the sun right here while I do my inspection, Mr. Craven?”

“Only if you call me Arny,” Arnold said.

“Sure I will, Arny.”

“So be my guest.” Arnold said waving out his hands. 

She smiled and began stripping down her clothes to reveal her spectacular figure clad in skimpy pink bikinis. Arnold could feel the gravity of her enchantment. So strong that if he hadn’t had a good grip of himself he could have forced himself into her like a wild bull deprived of a mate. 

“Can I get you something like a drink, breakfast, um…” He swallowed hard as he gazed at her sultry body, the sexiest he’d seen. 

“No, thank you.” she cut in. “I won’t take long to take much of your time.” She started strutting around in her high heels around the pool side and Arnold relished taking in every detail of her devilishly designed body. 

After she completed the round, she took hold of her bag and unzipped the top. “It’s a bright sunny day, isn’t it Mr. Craven. It’s sure nice to get a good tan today.” Arnold was standing right beside the pool with unfaltering gaze at her intoxicating body.


“I guess you could say that again,” Arnold said hoping what she was getting from her bag was a lotion that she might ask him to apply to her body.

When her hand emerged from the bag it had a gun with a silencer in which she’d quickly pointed to Arnold, with her left hand cupping under her right and getting into a shooting stance.

Arnold’s mouth dried out and hung agape. Before he could utter a word, the Glock gun with a silencer spat three bullets catching him on the chest. Blood spurted out from his chest as he staggered and fell backward. 

Puzzled, confused and hurting Arnold dug his fingers on his chest. “You shot me!” Oh god there’s blood all over me, I’ll die! Why did you shoot me? I’ve done nothing to you!” He cried out while his robe had flapped opened at the center and his dick got exposed as he had no underwear. 

“Sorry buddy, I’m what they call ‘the cleaner,’ Salma said gazing coldly at his dick. “I’ve an order from the CIA to liquidate you. The reason? I really don’t know.” She shook her head. “I just do my job and see to it that it’s done clean.” 

“Oh god, I’m pissed off, oh…that hurts, please help me! Call an ambulance, for crissakes I’m dying here!”

“Sorry, it’s nothing personal. You’ll have to die. In a little while you’ll be lightheaded and in 15 minutes or less you’ll be dead due to loss of blood.”

Arnold groaned, too shock to utter another word, his mind raced as to how much strength was left from him. He was in an incredible pain, and oxygen was loosing rapidly from him.

“Oh poor boy, your big dick is out in the open, what a waste. I should have fucked you before I killed you.” She made a tsk, tsk sound while unscrewing the silencer and blowing at the tip of her pistol. 

After she returned the gun and silencer in her bag, Salma walked over and stood over him her feet on both sides of his hips and gazed down at him. From his lying position, his eyes could still see the shape of her pussy through the stretch bikini fabric and the curving undersides of her ripe, opulent breasts riding high on her chest with the nipples poking the fabric

“Oh god,” he moaned and his dick started to rise.

“My oh my, you’re dying and yet you’re dick is rising?” she said casually in a carnal tone.

She knelt before him near his face and his eyes managed to bulge a bit either because he was a few inches to her magnificent body or the few minutes ticking off before he dies. 

“If I’ll fuck you right this moment, you won’t enjoy it and you’d definitely die sooner. I regret that it had to come this way.”

Arnold was panting for breath. He mumbled something that she couldn’t understand.

“You wanted to fuck me, right?”

He nodded. “If only you let me lived,” he croaked.

“I’m sure you’d love holding my breasts?” She said as she wandered her hands down her body, lifting and cupping her marvelous breasts, squeezing them enticingly together with her eyes half closed. 

“And you’ll definitely wanna do this,” she said as she smoothed herself caressing over slightly round belly, her full luscious hips until she brushed her hands over the softness and shape of her pussy, fingering herself shamelessly through her wickedly sexy bikini.

She turned over her shoulder and peered down behind her back and saw his cock in full stand. 

“I’ve never seen a man dying with his cock still upright. Oh god you really wanted me.” The corner of her lip curled up.

Arnold was now lying under a pool of blood. 

“I gotta go swim for awhile and when your dead, I’ll put you in that big bin over there and pour you chemicals that will melt your body until there’ll be no trace of you. Gone with the wind just like a bubble,” she said rising on her feet.

“What kind of a babe are you?” Arnold asked his breathing uneven.

“Let’s not go into that. Who says that life is always fair? You got to die one way or another. Bye-bye horny boy. And those flowers are really for you,” she said and rose to her feet.

“And why me?”

“Somebody had to and that happens to be you.”

“Ow shit,” he croaked. 

Salma took off her strappy sandals, hitched up her bikini bottom and dove into the pool. She swam several laps and Arnold’s eyes followed her to the pool. He was getting weaker and weaker almost loosing sight of her as if he was drugged. However he mustered all his strength to roll his body toward the pool and thought that he’d rather die in the water with those flowers wafting fragrance into his nostrils. He dropped into the pool face down. In a few seconds Arnold lay floating dead in the water his blood spreading around him. 

Salma watched his floating body from the shallow end of the pool panting slightly. Then she climbed out of the pool, took the mattress from one lounging chaise and laid it down the pool’s side walk. From her bag she withdrew a skin lotion and then sat on the mattress, poured lotion on her palm and rubbed it all over her body. After she’d covered all her skin, she laid on her back on the mattress, basked in the sun rays and enjoyed the pleasant breeze brushing over her bare skin. 

After 15 minutes had passed Arnold’s eyes opened in the water. Astonished, he felt his strength coming back to him. For unknown reason he felt reborn and much more alive. He swam toward the shallow level and stood on the pool floor and examined his exposed upper body. To his surprise, the bullet holes had vanished and so was the blood that tainted the water. “Must be the water! It’s a miracle. This is something from the water because it tasted and smell differently.” 

Salma was napping down on her stomach unaware that Arnold had risen. He had wrapped his silky robe around his waist and stood next to her, his body a Grand Canyon of his manhood. Her smashing petite figure lay on the ground with her legs slightly spread from her full round butt. 




Magical Mystery Tour Ch. 04



A stinging slap landed on her butt. “Wake up little pussy bitch!” 

“Huh!” Salma gasped her eyes suddenly wide open shifting her legs to turn over.

“Don’t turn around. Just raised your butt up and put your hands behind your head,” he ordered and she obeyed. Slowly she raised her shapely ass. With the boldness of an outlaw, he pulled down her bikini bottom exposing her butt crack and the twin labia wonderfully framed by her beautiful butt cheeks. He put his fingers in his mouth and gathered some saliva and then rubbed it there. Her hips squirmed and anticipated his too soon entry.

Salma felt something too hard and hot entered slowly into her. She wanted to turn and look but she could not. She was told to keep still and remained her hands behind her head. As the hard thing inched more into her, she surmised that it was the barrel of the silencer that he was sticking into her.

“Arny, you’re alive! That was fast! My experiment was a success!” she exclaimed.

“What? You even used me as your guinea pig in your experiment?” He sputtered. “You goddamned bitch!”

“Calm down, Arnold. You should be happy. You’re alive. And you can fuck me for as long as you want. Look at you. You look stronger and beautiful than before I shot you. Your body could shame those statues in Rome. Can’t you see? You’re going to be my fuckmate and soulmate.”

Arnold had looked at his body and hers and he’s convinced. He looked like a Greek god of war and she the goddess of pleasure.

“Oh, please cut the vengeful act. Be forgiving. Get that off me and replace it with your dick and let’s fuck all the way up to Kazoo.”

Arnold’s anger calmed down and slowly he pulled out the gun from her. Her cunt squelched a sigh as the gun slid out of her.

Salma quickly rolled over, slipped the damn bikini off her feet, drew her knees to her and hugged them as she sat. 

“Arnold that’s not a real gun I shot you. It’s called ‘air soft gun’ a replica of a military or civilian gun. It’s simply a toy for adult men. The bullets are paintball bullets used for plinking games. You thought you died because you’re afraid of blood and you had the illusion that you were really shot because lots of blood spilled out from you. Truth is you didn’t know that we put plastic bags that contained red liquid that is life-like blood at the back of your robe which you popped out when you fell on the floor. But there’s drug in those bullets that induced stupor and put you into a deep sleep. However, you chose to fall into the water and that hastened up your recovery. The water with the flowers is supposed to make you relax and feel exuberant especially when you wanted to have sex or when you’re about to make love.”

Arnold looked at the gun and stood from his one leg kneeling position. “I’ve never fired a real gun in my life.”

“I know. You only fired only with your dick.” 

He gazed at her as she stripped her top bikini. The sight of her now leaning on her elbows showing her enticing bush and tits put heat in his balls again and his dick started stirring back to life. He turned his back from her.

“Come Arnold, put that gun away and let’s go swimming into this perfumed water and afterwards I’ll give you a massage and from there hmmm… we’ll fuck our way to heaven and back.”

Arnold put the gun back in her bag and together they stood before the pool. 

“I suggest that if you win I’ll smoke your pole and if its me then you’ll have to lap the breadbasket so to speak.”

Arnold could find no reason to argue with that. There would be no losers actually. So at the count of three they dove into the pool and raced like Olympic athletes.

After the second lap, both almost arrived at the same time but it was Arnold who won. Salma leaned at the wall of the pool at the shallow end and gazed at Arnold’s face with reined–in desire. She wasn’t in a hasty mood. It wasn’t her style. She wanted to take it slowly, learn the shape of his mouth to match her when she kissed him. So she let him take a good look at her body first, feast at it until it was unbearable for him to touch her. However, he stood immobile and waited for her moves. He was the winner and perhaps he was waiting for her gift however she wanted to present it to him. 

Salma glanced down at Arnold’s cock, so long and thick, rearing so strongly upward from its tangle of dark hair. She wanted to touch it but she had to start from his lips. She’s too sensual to go directly to his cock. She’s not a whore who’s only after his money. She’s into fulfilling a sex adventure beyond her wildest dreams just like him.

Slowly she held his hips her thumbs skimming his hipbones. “This is the part that I love best in a man, the hipbones.”

“Why?”

“Maybe it’s the suspenseful part as in a story or if I see them sticking not so sharply, just a hint, then the man is in good shape, good abs come naturally with that and the rest follows to be as nice as the other one. Then his lips,” she said lifting her face to reach his sensual pout.

Slowly but masterfully she caressed his lips with hers. “Oh Arnold, you’re going to come again and again…” she assured him. “Until you think you can’t come anymore, I’m going to milk you dry.”

They embraced each other and Arnold answered her kisses with mixed aggression and gentleness covering not only her lips but here and there all over her face and neck. His sizzling tongue and mouth almost stroked her to orgasm had she not paused in their torrid exchange of kisses. Not yet, Salma thought and she gazed into his eyes sliding her body down and dragging her nipples against his hard chest and abs. When she reached his saluting dick, she studied it gloriously. After a while she wrapped her hand around it and rubbed its mushroom cap around her nipple and across it repeating it with the other. Feeling that she could do better than that, she sandwiched his hot meat between her knockers and rubbed it upward several times until some of his essence oozed out and she scooped it with the tip of her tongue. 

Arnold’s heart went wild as he watched her avid tongue polished his knob. He tried to choke out a curse, but his voice didn’t work. She alternately cupped and stroked and licked him until he cried out and roughly pulled her up his body.

A moment later, Arnold had hauled her body out of the pool and made her recline on the sun deck with legs up, slightly bent and spread. Hands up, fingers slightly closed above her head, she projected the most seductive look Arnold had ever seen. Arnold lurched over her and began kissing her, grasping her lips in sweet caresses, tongue writhing along with hers, feeding each other with the sweetness of their mouths. Then his kisses slid along the column of her throat and as he looked at her breasts, so utterly young, yet heavy and opulent, he molded them in his hands and his mouth gnawed on her erect nipples, licking, teasing like he would bite them off and sucking each till they looked like they were ready to burst. 

His sizzling lips continued to travel down south of her. Her cunt stared at him with her dark pubic hair appearing like they had been combed apart to give credit to the big hood of her clit jutting out from the semi-shaved labia. Arnold had never seen a clit so aroused. He placed his hands on each inner thigh with thumbs pointing at her bottom and angled his head and started a long sweeping up lick from her ass-neck and orbited along the sides of her elongated clit. His two fingers from his left hand stretched out the labia so he could lap along the crevice, insert his tongue into her vulva, lick her juices and tease the loose but firm skin of her clit hood. Salma could no longer control her moaning and the undulation of her hips as Arnold plugged his finger into her wet hole and searched her G-spot which she knew could make a tremendous impact on her orgasm. A big O formed on her mouth when he located her G-spot giving it the pressure it needed to satisfy all the nerve endings under her skin while his tongue continued waving over her dewy cunt.

“Oh, Arny!” she muttered hoarsely. He raised his head a bit and watched her chin lifted upward, craning hard from her neck as if it wanted to detach from her body. 

“Arny, I’m so close, please don’t stop,” she pleaded her fingers tangling into his hair. Arnold dove again and once more caressed her gaping pussy, slithering at its every nook and cranny pushing her to unbearable limits of ecstasy. 

“Arny, I’m coming, suck me hard!” squealed her desperate voice. Arnold circled his tongue around her flaming bud, closed his mouth over it, sucked the hell out of it, squirted it off, sucked it again and then firmed the tip of his tongue to jill and lick her clit the way a kitten does to milk. 

“Oh, oh, ohhh,” she gasped arching off hips and launching her pent-up orgasm in a series of spasms and wails that echoed around the place. When he shifted to suck her nipple and inserted back another finger into her cunt hole with his thumb pressing over her clit, he felt her vaginal walls sucked tightly his fingers in and her legs tensed. 

“Oh god…oh good god…I lost my mind there,” she said catching her breath. “Will you fuck me now Arny. I want your big cock inside me now. Sit here and I’ll ride you on.”

Arnold sat on the edge but before the ride Salma knelt on the floor and gave him a breath-taking blowjob sucking and coating him with her saliva. Her curvy butt jutted beautifully to the sky. After thoroughly giving head to him she stood and mounted him and slowly let herself be impaled by his one-eyed wonder weasel. Bracing her hands on her shoulders she began her Kentucky derby ride. Her clenching vagina, so slick and yet so warm and tight was giving him a hell of holding back his climax. But he needed to stay longer. He wanted to fuck her like he wanted to, that he’s the one pumping her, drilling her till she breaks down in ecstatic cries again. But this ride the baloney pony, this horizontal mambo was propelling him to climax sooner. 

“No way,” he was screaming in his mind. So he changed the position motioning her to take the doggie position and she obliged using the lounging deck as their prop. He stood and moved behind her and stabbed his magic scepter into her cum-hole. Now it was better but it didn’t mean that her riding him off for the home run wasn’t good. It simply because in this way not only his cock was massaged by her love muscle but his ego as well. The macho man that he was, he fucked her deaf and blind, attacked her G-spot and reached to pet her big clit with his finger until she had her tumultuous, rip-roaring orgasm that he had to hold her wiggling hips to steady his thrusting motion. Soon he was out of control himself and giving way for his cum soldiers to jump ship. He wailed like never before as he blew his load, “aahhh” like a busted dam, he spurted like an endless stream like they would go all the way to shoot out of her mouth. After a few seconds Salma spun around and took hold of his cock and milked it dry like she promised. When it deflated Salma cupped her pussy and a cupful of cum filled her palm. 

“Gosh, you emptied my nut sack,” he said seeing the copious cum in her palm.

She massaged her cum-filled hand all over her breasts till they become glazed and pasty. 

“What could they do on your breasts?”

“Smooth it like a baby’s ass,” she said grinning her even teeth on show. “Your next cum will be on my face, okay? So my face will always look young and healthy which no other cosmetic can do.

“As if I have enough left. You guzzled them all out.”

“Oh no don’t say that. Like I told you I’m gonna make you come again and again.

“In that case I’ll fix us a drink.”

“How about some vanilla milk shakes and jumbo hot dog sandwiches. I can rustle something like that,” Salma suggested. 

“Alright go to the kitchen while I take a swim here in your water garden.”

Salma came back with a red apron with white ruffles along the edges tied around her waist and carrying a tray that held the jumbo hotdogs and vanilla milk shakes. 

“Oh boy that was great, I never felt so hungry in my life. Sex and food …how they go together, perfect mate.

“Do you think we’re a perfect couple?” Salma asked as she lay on her back on top of him. His hands went naturally to caress her breasts, playing the hardening nipples. He kissed her ear, the crook of her neck and shoulder. 

“Sexually, we’re unrated I would say, unbeatable match,” he said drifting down one hand and cupping her succulent bit of fat flesh through the apron. “Let me take this thing off,” he said. “I want to see your pussy all the time.”

“Looks like you want a second helping?” Through her spread legs just above his pubic ridge, she groped for his dick and squeezed it, feeling how hard it was growing to be.

“Go down on me,” he said.

“Yes master,” she said and slid down from him.

Arnold sat up at the edge of the chair combing her hair with his fingers as she was poised between his legs dribbling his dick to her tongue and working her damnedest best to keep him hard and eager. Arnold made appreciating noises as she pushed her mouth against him with her hand lending a helping stroke. 

“Enough, dreamheart, you’ve already proven yourself as a good cocksucker. Now I want you to lie down here and I’ll fuck you out of your wits.”

“Make sure I come twice,” she smiled.

“You’re greedier than I thought.”

As she reclined back on the lounging deck, she bent her legs and spread them apart to give him access. Putting her one leg over his shoulder was better when he began to squeeze his dick into her. The wooden lounging deck and the rubber foam made erotic noises as he pumped and drilled into her, long strokes. Looking at her, seeing how she flinched and grimace at every thrust, building in them the pleasure ride to their peaks was the greatest sensation. 

“Oh, your dick is so hard,” she said staring at the mingling of their sexes tickling his tiny nipples, abs with her long lacquered fingernails. “Ohhh, you fuck so good, I wonder how you do it, my clit really goes for you…oh… I think…I…am…com…ing…again…ohhhhh! 

Arnold kissed her opened mouth and thrust his tongue exacting the true definition of French kissing and stifled her cries of a bombastic orgasm. When he looked down his cock was so glistening with her juices like she peed. That did it to Arnold and he couldn’t hold back anymore and announced his coming. After a few thrusts, he pulled out from her and like he promised he held his cock tightly in his hand and walked to her side and pointed his cock to her face. His left hand held his cock at the base while his right hand made tiny strokes around the shaft until the head bulged even bigger and in a tiny second he came, not like a flood in her pussy the first time but spurting separate convulsive contractions that were so powerful that he could do nothing to keep himself from uttering cries of abandon.

Droplets of cum were spread all over Salma’s face and they sparkled under the rays of the sun. 

“That was good, Arny, very good,” she said as she began to rub his cum all over her face like a moisturizing cream. 

Arnold slumped on her tummy, exhausted while Salma caressed his head through his thick raven black hair. From his vantage view, he could see the glistening black pubic hair of her pussy, not concealing her clit hood and inner lips jutting out in the air like the tip of an elephants trunk. He reached it with his hand and scooped a juice from its opening and put his in his mouth. “You are really delicious. I can’t remember if I have tasted a pussy like this before, hmmm, and nuzzled his face to her stomach with affection while he palmed and caressed her silky smooth thighs.

“You’re a great lover Arny,” she said and pulled his face up to her and kissed him affectionately and lovingly.

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