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Quick1

By: Alex Finch



A brief warning: this will be quick and trite. How is that different from anything else I write? Shut up, wise-ass. 

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I was sitting in class today, a morning in May, and I felt so hot that I was sure I would lose control at any moment. In fact, the only thing keeping me up was the erection I had gotten from dreaming about all the girls in my class. Fifteen of them; I was the only boy. Three years. Nearly four, as we were all eighteen of course, and I’m still sitting here fantasizing, while I’m sure that every other guy on the planet is having sex with two, if not three girls at once. So hot, so hot, so sweaty. The blouses on the girls’ uniforms were growing sticky with sweat, I could see. God bless private school. 

I had gotten such a damn fetish for those uniforms. But I was just sitting there, getting my underwear sticky with pre-cum, as I ran off two or three of my favorite sex scenes over and over in my head. And then I suppose the heat got to me, as I began to think. What was the bother? I had so little class time left, and I had no desire for college. No idea of what to do with my life. So why not go out with a bang (Alex’s note: Yes that indeed was the official atrocious pun that all fine smut requires. Resume touching yourself, and for God’s sake, be proud of it!)?

I stood up from my desk and tossed off my sport jacket. I loosened my tie. Ms. Johnson spoke up.

“Mr. Stack, I don’t believe it is time to leave … yet…”

She began to trail off as I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and tossed it off, leaving my chest bare and wet. I walked up the center row of desks and tossed off my dress shoes and socks. Girls began to gasp as I undid my belt and pulled my pants down. I tossed them onto Jenny Fine’s desk. Ms. Fine was fine indeed, (Alex again: I hate myself) very tiny and sweet with rosy cheeks and the most innocent face you could imagine. I could not picture her in the brutally hedonistic atmosphere of college. It was known in school that she had never kissed a boy before. Her mouth was wide in shock; her eyes locked onto the bulge in my briefs. I adore girls who wear no makeup. I smiled at Jenny, and whipped off my underwear, letting my dick stand tall and proud. The tip glistened with clear syrup, and the rest had never felt better. I turned to my right and saw that Courtney, a rather promiscuous girl, was sitting next to me. I scooped her up out of her desk, and kissed her deeply and fully; her tongue tasted like cigarettes, but I loved it anyway. I hugged her tightly, and indulged my penis, which was rammed right into her chest. A thin line of pre-cum connected my dick to her blouse as I pulled away. I looked again at Jenny, and walked toward her.

“Oh… oh wow… what are you going to do to me?” she warbled in obvious excitement.

I stood her up and smooched her nose. She giggled at her first contact with a naked man. I kissed her lips teasingly, quickly. I’d kiss a little longer and pull away more quickly each time. Finally, after the sixth or seventh kiss, I caught her little pink tongue flicking out as I pulled out.

“Caught you,” I said.

I noticed the other girls had gathered around by now, as I kissed Jenny for real. She had no clue what to do, which was wonderful, as I had full control of her mouth, which tasted like bubble-gum. I caressed her ass, and was amazed to discover that she was softly moving it in unison with the strokes of my hand. This girl was into it! Finishing the kiss, I lifted her up and stood her on her chair. She giggled uncontrollably as I ripped the skirt from her hips, which were level with my face now. I lifted the tips of her blouse up, and saw that her white cotton panties were accentuated with tiny dots of wetness.

“You fantasize in class too?”

“Yeah, all the time.”

I softly kissed her all over those moist bloomers, and I heard her moan above me. I also heard something from behind me.

“Mr. Stack! Stop this at once! That’s the minister’s daughter you’re fooling with! We’ll all catch hell! Now get dressed and…”

Ms. Johnson stopped quickly as I turned away from Jenny and pushed my way through the crowd of girls, my penis receiving a tiny jolt as it caught the bare thigh of a field hockey player as I passed. I stood in front of Ms. Johnson’s desk and stared her straight in the eye. She was only about thirty, with blonde hair in a ponytail. Teachers could dress down, so she had on a blue T-shirt. I smiled at her and leapt onto her desk on all fours. I thrust my tongue into her mouth as I grabbed my dick, jerking out as much pre-cum as I could into my palms. I then rubbed them all over Ms. Johnson’s wonderfully big breasts, through the shirt of course. Possibly due to her surprise, she was a very aggressive kisser, thrusting her tongue all over my mouth. I had to suck very hard to get her to calm down a bit. Then she would begin to fight more, and the struggle continuing for minutes. 

I loved it; teasing the gorgeous snatch of the most virginal girl in school, and now groping my teacher like we were drunk at the prom! Still kissing, Ms. Johnson stood up, and climbed up onto the desk with me. I laid down, and she laid right on top of me, the two of us making out on top of her desk, knocking everything off. She was grinding herself into me, and I was afraid I’d cum all over her. So I pushed her off and the two of us sat down on the desk, facing the class. The girls were now totally in shock. I looked to Ms. Johnson; she was stunning, with her now damp shirt complimented by rather small cargo shorts and leather sandals. No socks. Her body was awesome; I could detect no cellulite on her, but she was still soft and fleshy, like a nude from old France. 

My appreciation was broken as Jenny pushed through the crowd and hopped up onto my lap, my dick between her soft pink legs. She kissed my cheek over and over, and I snuggled her closely. And while all this occurred, I turned to the class, a fresh idea in my head.

“All of you! I know this isn’t what you usually see in class. And I know you want it to continue! It beats dreaming about it on a hot day like today. So if you want to see any thing else, take off all of your clothes and throw them out the window!” (Alex, once more: Now this is just silly... but I like it!)

Courtney was up immediately, pulling her shoes right off and removing her socks with her own feet. The rest of her uniform fell off almost like magic, and everyone gasped to see that she wore no underwear whatsoever. She turned gracefully, and her beefy ass bounced satisfyingly as she tossed all her clothes out the window. She smiled devilishly, plucked my clothes up off the floor, and threw them out too. She then sat Indian-style at the foot of the teacher’s desk, her boobs squished between her arms. The other girls soon followed suit. I had never seen so many naked, glistening, freckled, sumptuous (but I hasten to remind you eighteen year old) bodies before! You could pick out the swimmers, who were fully shaved, their tiny cunts dark against the rest of their nude flesh. They all sat around the desk in a circle.

Jenny and I grinned at each other and stood up on the desk, high above the sea of nudity. We spread Ms. Johnson out on the desk, and slowly removed her clothing as well. She had lacy pink panties and a matching bra on underneath her clothes. We then sat her up, in just her underwear, and we licked her everywhere from head to toe, myself nude and Jenny in her blouse and gray knee socks. Ms. Johnson moaned and gurgled loudly; she was in deep, deep enjoyment. Then a louder moaning came from beneath us. I removed Ms. Johnson’s foot from my mouth to find that all the girls were masturbating below us. Most of them were absolutely soaked with sweat, as it was sweltering in the room. I looked over to Jenny, who was contentedly sucking on Ms. Johnson’s fingers, and spoke.

“Jenny, get up and get naked for everyone, except for the knee-socks. Then lie down.”

Jenny leapt to her feet, and simply could not get her blouse off quickly enough. Her bra practically burst free, as she had plump boobs for such a small girl. Her ass was just as nice, covered in freckles, like the rest of her. Her pubes matched her hair, golden brown. She laid spread-eagle on the desk. Ms. Johnson, spying her chance, grabbed Jenny’s sweet legs, still covered in soft gray wool, and ate her wonderful pussy out with as much force as she had kissed me with. I responded by tearing off my teacher’s bra and panties. I grabbed her huge breasts, rubbing her hard nipples between my fingers. I thrust myself forward, and began to fuck Ms. Johnson doggy-style. 

In five minutes all three of us were screaming as loud as we could. Every so often, I would pull out of her, kiss her ass all over, sucking the flesh and exploring her hole with my tongue. I would then slowly push my cock into her ass, and fuck her slowly and deeply. Then, it was back to her pussy. This allowed me to savor how different each entrance felt, and the different types of pleasures each awarded me. And finally, after minutes upon minutes, I came all over her, soaking her heavenly butt with my cum. Ms. Johnson finished with Jenny as well. Jenny’s eyes were glazed and teared up, with a big dumb grin on. The three of us bunched up into a group embrace, and we relaxed as the rest of the girls finished their orgasms. Some were so powerful, the girl was left thrashing on the floor (on in her neighbor’s lap). I was amazed to find that I was still hard.

“So what now?” murmured Jenny.

The answer came in the form of a hot, wet sensation on my toes, which were draped over the side of the desk. I looked down to see a sexy redhead slowly popping my toes into her mouth, her face flush from pleasure. She slowly kissed my legs as she stood up, and then enveloped my dick with the greatest blowjob I had ever enjoyed. And as a squinted in pleasure, I saw all the other girls stand and practically attack Jenny and Ms. Johnson. In ten minutes, the desk was nearly buckling under the weight. 

Thank God I had a double class that day. 

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Copyright 2001, Alex Finch
All rights reserved

Quickening



The smell of sandalwood fills each breath as they come quicker now. Feeling his fingers teasing my nipples, his hands kneading my breasts, sliding warm, strong over my body. The oil warm, slippery against my skin as he rubs the fragrance into my being.

I open my eyes slightly, smiling up at him. Flickering shadows highlighting the strong set of his jaw, the angular cut of his cheek, the flame in his brilliant blue eyes. His lips parted ever so slightly, sparkling wet as his tongue caresses his bright white teeth, subconsciously anticipating the tastes, sensations we will share. His long, muscular arms reaching down to touch me. His broad chest glistening in the candle light, muscles moving, shadows dancing. His own nipples as taut as mine. God, he is beautiful.

His fingers dance over my chest, leaving my nipples straining for the feel of his strong fingers, his sharp nails. Trailing up my neck, slipping lightly across my lips, I taste them. They smell of scented oil and taste like toasted coconut mixed with my own musky secretions.

I close my eyes again and surrender to my other senses. I hear his breathing in cadence with mine. Smell his sweet breath each time my breasts rise, straining to feel his searing skin against my nipples. Feel the touch of his fingers drawing my excitement to the surface, the strength of his thighs now straddling my ribs, the heat from his ass across my hips, the weight of his balls on my mons.

With each breath my stomach lifts, and his balls press hot against my skin. A trickle of sweaty oil dribbles down my breast bone, tickling my skin as it slides down my belly and pools in my navel.

My own hands caress his powerful legs, feeling them ripple beneath my touch as he shifts position just so. My fingertips grip his ass, slide around his hips up his stomach, then down. 

His cock between my fingers. Its skin so hot, so smooth, so tight. The oil on my palms mixing with the hint of come seeping from its crown as my thumb brushes over the tip. His cock reacts, growing slightly and pulling back towards his stomach as his body shudders and his thighs flex, pinning me tightly beneath him.

A low purring moan escapes his lips.

I open my eyes and whisper.

"Do it now."

He smiles. His eyes dance in the candlelight.

I feel his weight shift as his hands slide past my shoulders, pressing into the bed either side of my head. I turn my head and taste the salt on the sensitive skin inside his wrist. 

He leans forward and I feel his raging cock hang down, glancing off my stomach, a long bead of pre come sticking there then drawing out like a spider's silky web, stringing up my chest as his powerful legs uncoil sliding his body higher.

My own fingers on my nipples, pulling, twisting. My palms lifting my breasts, pressing them together, I feel him there.

His cock, hot, hard between my tits.

He moans. 

I feel him start to move. His cock sliding against my breast bone, slick with oil and sweat. Tiny hairs on his stomach dragging against my nipples as his weight flattens them between us.

It is so animal.

So dominating.

So submissive.

I am completely overwhelmed by him now.

The sandalwood drifts away as his scent fills me. My lips press wetly against his stomach as it slides past so close to my face. I watch droplets of his sweat sliding down his body, hanging from his stomach, hovering over me. Salty. Searing my eyes.  

His weight hangs over me, pressing me down. His penis trapped against me. His balls hairy against my stomach, touching the bottom of my breasts with each stroke.

Faster now, I hear his breathing quicken.

Somewhere above me I know his face is twisted into that wonderful grimace of pleasure I love so much.

Feeling him against me, the tunnel between my breasts growing slicker as more come coats his shaft, lubricating my sternum, I feel the pressure building within my own loins.

As he pounds wildly against me, I let one hand slip down, finding my own wetness, mimicking his moans, his moves, his quickening pulse. One free breast slips away, allowing his hip closer to me, his penis harder against my chest. I imagine it becomes harder to breathe, yet I know it's my own excitement driving my chest upwards against him as powerfully as his bucking hips compress me.

He cries.

A shudder. A sudden thrust against me and I feel the searing strike of his come against my throat. Again. Again.

His pistoning slows as his cock starts to slide more freely, bathed in come, across my chest. I feel the head slipping sideways, against my nipple. His weight slowing against me, easing down, drawing the wetness down towards my fingers.

Just in time.

And then.

I follow.



Quickening



1

I bought something just for you.

She changed her mind, unsure, hidden, sweltering in the overwhelming feeling to turn and walk away. Besides, she reminded herself, it's just coffee.

"I expected more people." He scanned the room, his eyes returning to hers, looking down. He wasn't much taller, only three inches. "We don't have to stay. I thought we'd have a crowd to get lost in."

"It's OK. It's OK. Coffee? Yes, coffee. There, in the corner."

Mabel's Kitchen was a quaint hole-in-the-wall, the perfect place for a close encounter of the third kind, where they'd not stumble over anyone they knew. A nook with a homey feeling, a maximum capacity of thirty-five, the absence of windows shut out the bright afternoon sun.

A nod, leading, almost to the table, a glance over his shoulder, taking her wrist, not pulling, not dragging, her in tow. The door opened, Men, closed. He turned on her, close, her back to the door.

She took his wrists, pulling a breath, his hands worked the buttons, her hands impotent, riding his. This is not a good idea, she thought. She poised the declaration No, but couldn't give it voice.

"Pretty. New? Black lace and flowers. Perfect." His calm, it-seems-like-we've-done-this-a-million-times demeanor disarmed her.

She knew if she admitted buying the bra for him, she'd be admitting too much. Her cheeks caught fire. "Yeah." Deep draw on the air, hands flat to the door, back arched.

Slipping in her shirt, his right palm cupped her ribs, his left hand cradled her right breast.

"I got little tatas." Her self-perceived inadequacies rushed in on her like a backdraft. She wanted to pull she shirt closed. She burned to turn away. His gaze trapped her, contradicting everything she felt about herself.

"Cute little tatas." His lips barely caressed the waterfall of color running down her neck onto her chest, pausing on the exposed bulge of her breast.

"Damn." She tensed against the door. This, is not the plan.

His fingers worked the buttons again, his eyes watching hers, her eyes watching back.

"That's as naked as I need you at the moment."

Helping with the buttons, she sighed with relief. She sighed with disappointment.

Like a butterfly's wing, his lips touched hers, hers, his.

Tapping sang from the door. "You OK in there?"

She blushed. He snickered.

2

"You've really been married three times?" she asked casually, watching first her coffee, and then his seaweed brown eyes.

"Marry young and marry often." His hand roamed the small table, a finger glancing the back of her free hand.

"Where'd you tell her you are?"

He shrugged. "Where'd you tell him?"

She shrugged back. "Just curious, I guess. Like --" She narrowed her cobalt eyes, a surreal color belying the reality, calling into question the soft sun-bleached winter wheat of her hair. "-- I know you've got this life you haven't told me about."   

He mocked her eyes. "When I was seven, I was out playing and got to laughing so hard, I peed my pants. I went to the birdbath and dumped in on myself, telling my mother it spilled on me when I was changing the water."

"That was smart, I guess, but what's that got to do with anything?"

"Many things happened in my life -- are happening in my life." He cradled her hand, running his thumb across her pallid flesh. "None of which has anything to do with this moment." He nodded toward the restroom. "That moment, or any other moment with you."

She bit her pinked lower lip. "I was just --"

"I was going to say: the time to address your guilt was when I suggested with meet, but really: the time for you to address your guilt was when I first IMed you."

"It's complicated."

"Most people want to make a complex stew out of life. It's not. It's simple. You told me things you thought I wanted to hear, I've told you things I thought you wanted to hear."

"It's been a good friendship, us supporting each other unconditionally. The thing I like about the Internet is I can at least pretend people are listening to me. This -- meeting -- is something different."

"We lie to our self twice about our lover. In the beginning to her benefit, then in the end to her detriment. Here, in this moment, we just have now." He sat back, taking in the room. "You're the most beautiful woman here."

"Liar."

He twisted a smirk, leaning forward, taking her hand again. "Oh, if you only knew." His eyes danced from her face, down her neck, pausing on her breasts as if to see through the soft white cotton of her shirt. "Then, allow me to add: in this moment, to me, you are the most beautiful woman in the room."

Oh, man, she thought, blushing deeply again, considering her coffee. If my husband would look at me like this. "Or look at me at all."

"Say again?"

"Just thinking aloud." She rolled her eyes, unsuccessfully trying to withdraw her hand. "I can't remember the last time --"

"Love can change, become comfortable."

She sighed. "Not fiery."

"Comfortable."

"Do you pull your wife into bathrooms --"

"No."

"Why?"

"She'd think it stupid and embarrassing. Besides, the smell of the urinal blocks makes her gag."

"That's too bad." She glimpsed the door. "I'd not noticed --"

"That would be the point."

3

"How'd it go?" he asked, not looking from the computer.

"As expected. You're home early."

"Yeah."

She meant: Why are you home early?

"I was thinking." The buttons came undone. With much lip-biting, she opened her shirt. "What do you think of this?"

"What?"

"You have to turn around and look."

"Just a sec. I gotta harvest this."

Thirty seconds dripped by. Finally, he turned. "You've got a muffin top going."

She closed her shirt, hugging herself. Fifty years on the planet and squeezing out two kids will do that. "I meant the bra."

"Oh, whatever, you don't have much to fill it anyway." He swiveled back to Farmville.

The dig, which was similar to any dig on any given day, didn't sting as usual. She closed her eyes, embracing the memory of a firm hand and soft lips. "Cute little tatas," she whispered aloud.

4

"We just talked," she said into the phone, watching her eyes in the mirror, now unhappy with the contact lenses, lenses that changed her eyes from tanned leather to surreal blue, lenses that her husband hadn't noticed, or at least hadn't commented on in six months.

"Is that all?" The question stung sharp, like an accusation.

Well, he did drag me into the restroom where he torn my shirt open and we made out. "We had coffee, too." OK, we didn't really make out. Unable to explain what happened, she didn't try.

"So, we still don't know." A long pause dripped in the air. "Now what?"

"He is a charmer. And, a flirt."

"You're telling me stuff I already know. I can see how weak-minded women can fall for that crap."

"I'm going to have to see him again."

"He didn't bust a move at all?"

"I wish you'd never involved me in this."

"You're the only friend I have who hasn't met my husband."

Friend. We knew each other in high school decades ago. If not for Friendfinder -- "I thought the roleplaying would be interesting, if not fun. Now, I don't know."

"I do appreciate you doing this for me. I thought about hiring a PI to kick the door in and catch the sleaze ball in the act, but that costs money."

"I understand." She broke the connection, still watching the mirror. "He has cheated, what's passed between us already online." She dropped her eyes to the phone. "I'm not sure you'd understand that, and I'm not sure it'd matter."

5

The card read: Franklin Plaza Hotel, Saturday, 8 PM.

Her first thought was: I hate going into the city. The flowers were impressive, a bold gesture. She was glad the affair wasn't secret. Punching keys on her phone, aware of stares from her coworkers, she asked for her husband. Minutes leaked by.

"What's up?"

"I have to go out Saturday night."

"With that guy?"

She closed her eyes. "Yeah."

"You aren't going to fuck him, are you?"

"What? No!"

"Just kidding. I think this is great you doing this for your friend. Like something out of those cheesy chick flicks. Maybe I'll go down to AC. The guys have been talking about a road trip."

She hoped he trusted her. She knew the reality was that he thought no one would wish to fuck her. "I'd like to go to AC, with you, sometime. All I seem to do anymore is work, clean the house and take care of you."

"I'm low maintenance!"

Get real. It's like having a kid back home. "Yeah, you are."

"And, you spend a lot of time on the computer with that guy."

"Because Sharon asked me to, not because I want to."

"Whatever. I'll be back sometime Sunday morning."

"Want me to harvest your crops while you're gone?"

"Would you?"

"No."

6

She didn't call Sharon with an update, not wanting a PI to kick the door in.

"Sharon," she said to the rushing hot water of the shower. "I'm getting the idea you're the loser, not your husband. Maybe if you'd turn off whatever you're doing, my guess is Farmville, and look at him and talk to him, he'd not be trolling the Internet for someone to listen to him." She rolled her eyes. "Isn't that all any of us really want?"

She realized she was talking about herself and in that moment, decided not to go on the date.

7

A tremendous sense of relieve came over her with the decision made. She resented Sharon calling out of sun in left field, feinting a friendship in high school, talking like they were best friends back in the day. She knew of Sharon. She did not know Sharon. They ran in completely different circle.

The request appealed to something primal, something reptilian deep in the recesses of her mind squirming, yearning to be born. They had touched in cyberspace like she had never been touched before. "OK," she said to the computer, deleting the email she had started. "I can't break up with you electronically."

She wanted, needed to watch his eyes watching hers one last time. She got dressed, not like she had planned the past week as she looked at the flowers on her desk. She wore simple underwear, white cotton, not the complex black lace and flowers she bought for him. Jeans, comfortable, a size too large topped by a navy gray sweatshirt sporting a black and white cow graphic, pink socks and sneakers. "Sneakers, in case I have to run away."

Her makeup subtle, she left her contact lenses in the case, tying her shoulder-length hair back and high.

The house was quiet, comfortable, her husband having left hours before, excitedly rushing for the door like a teenager off to an amusement park with his friends, no kiss goodbye, no hug. She washed the dishes, dried them, putting them away. Signing onto her husband's Facebook account, the crops needing harvesting were done in fifteen minutes. Another fifteen minutes melted away gathering his clothes for washing the next morning.

"Comfortable," she said. The years had been that, comfortable. The relationship was always safe. "Would be nice if you'd not say mean things to me all the time." Women in the office would tell stories of their husbands saying mean things, which sounded like grade school whining. "Some men are just like that," she said, closing the door behind her. "Their insensitivity is more about their insecurity than it is about any reality. My boobs are small. I do have a muffin top."

8

The train let her off underground six blocks from the hotel. She didn't like driving in the city, never finding a place to park, and when she did, the cost was shocking. A mature man held the door, nodding a greeting. The restaurant was easy to find. She assumed they'd meet in the restaurant. She felt underdressed, but knew she would; however, she wasn't the only one in casual clothes, the Franklin being popular with tourists from around the world.

With a quick survey of the room, she chose a spot at the bar away from the restrooms. "Seltzer with a twist, please."

The young man nodded, mechanically producing the drink. "Anything else, Mrs. Emerson?"

"Huh? What?" She blushed. "Who are you?"

"Sorry, you don't remember. Corey and I went to school together. We chaired the student committee at the PTA. You were one of the few parents who never missed a meeting." Holding her eyes, he still returned the blush as if she could read his thought.

"Eh, nice to see you again."

"How's Corey? I've not seen her since graduation."

"Getting married, actually. After graduation next year."

Hands floated on her shoulders, warm lips touched her cheek. "Bourbon, rocks," he whispered.

The young man reach across the bar. "Joey. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Emerson. I went to school with Corey."

He took Joey's hand. "Nice to meet you. Busy with work, I missed so many of Corey's friends."

"Life's about choices, sir. My parents were all over me, but now I have to work my way through college."

"Difficult to say which is the better choice."

After supplying the bourbon, the bartender retreated to other patrons.

"Nice save," she said.

He didn't sit, standing close. "I have a room."

"We need to talk."

"Rooms are good to talk in."

"I think here is just fine."

"Joey's friends might stop in."

She bit her lip. "Good point."

9

"That going to be OK?" he asked, swiping the card, the door opening.

"Yes. I'll jump out in front of it, call Corey in the morning, just in case."

As the door closed by its own power, he turned on her, cupping her face, stepping close.

"William, eh, we need to talk."

He drank her eyes. "Shh for a moment. All you need do is say no."

His lips floated near hers, pausing. She reached deep for no, but couldn't bring the air across her vocal cords.

"I've been waiting for this moment a very long time," he said.

She inhaled his bourbon-scented breath. She knew somewhere in the drama she'd have to kiss him, even before they made contact on the Internet. In thirty years of marriage, she'd not kissed another man romantically. In high school, she kissed a boy she hated, selling the kiss, when she was cast in the role of Juliet.

There, with her face in his hands, alone in a hotel room in the Franklin Plaza, she had all the evidence, though empirical, that Sharon was looking for. Her knees grew weak and her lower lip trembled, her hands coming to his stomach to push him away. Again, she reached deep for the word no, again fruitlessly.

I want to be kissed by him.

His lips met hers, just like that, motionless. The universe sighed, time stood still. The forever moment passed too quickly, his lips kneading at her. She resolved not to kiss back, finding herself doing just that, their mouths playing at each other, her arms snaking around him, her right leg twitching.

He backed a half step, bringing her forehead to his lips. "Thank you."

"Eh, your welcome?"

He smiled into a light laugh, moving across the room. "Drink?"

"No, thank you." With narrow eyes, she said: "Thanks for the flowers."

"I was going to just send you an ecard instead."

"That would work with Corey. You weren't online all week."

"Too busy thinking about you. What did you want to talk about?"

She blushed, holding his eyes, crossing over to him. "I forget." With her cheek on his shoulder, she curled her arms on his chest. "Hold me?"

His arms were already around her.

"I don't know how I got here," she whispered. She knew Sharon had asked her to make herself available to her husband, to see whether her husband was cheating. That was the plan.

"Does it matter?"

I don't know how I got here, wanting to make love to you.

"I thought it was enough, you know," she muttered into his shoulder.

He snuggled the side of her head. "Liking someone and having that someone like you, saying nice things?"

"Affirming me, yes."

"Wanting you."

She shivered, and then let out a long sigh. "Last week, yes. You eating me with your eyes. Your desire, your lips barely touching mine. Your lips resting on my breast. All filled me up. I thought that was enough."

Wrestling from his grasp, she backed away, reaching behind herself, laddering the back of her sweatshirt, watching his eyes, pulling the shirt over her head in front of her. "All you have to do is say no."

He smirked, sitting on the bed. "OK."

She released the shirt down her arms, to the floor.

"I've always liked the classic cotton, natural, like the brown of your eyes."

She shrugged, dropping the straps down her arms, tugging the bra around, releasing the hooks. "I thought the blue might be sexy." The bra joined the sweatshirt.

"You, are sexy. I knew your -- what did you call them?"

"Tatas."

"Yes. I knew your tatas would be adorable."

She blushed again, but kept his eyes. She'd never dream of underdressing with her husband watching. She'd undress in the same room, but not with the intention of having him watch. "No comment about my muffin top?"

"Your what?"

Pinching flesh with both hands, she said: "Overhangs my pants, like a muffin top."

"Endearing name. Like the brown of you eyes, I like that you're well-fed, that you eat well, that you don't starve yourself, punish yourself, deprive yourself. Your muffin top, too, is sexy."

This is not a good idea. She placed a foot on his knee. "Little help?"

He loosened the shoestring, flipping her sneaker off. "I like, too, that you didn't dress up. Real, honest, like our relationship has been."

There's not been anything honest about our relationship. She supplied the other shoe with the same result.

"I guess you expect me to get undressed, too," he said.

"Not if you don't want to." Undoing the snap and dropping the zipper, she bowed to the waist, worming her pants to the floor. With a bend of the leg in turn, she pulled her socks off. "Still sexy?" she baited.

"Breathtaking."

By the intensity of his stare, she had no reason to doubt the statement.

10

Under the covers, she stared at the ceiling, listening to the shower run. She thought of her husband down the casino with his friends, ogling the woman with big breasts. She didn't actually catch him, but she knew he masturbated a good deal. She'd lost interest in him losing interest.

Comfortable.

After thirty years of marriage, sex with her husband had become mechanical, she feeling she wasn't anything more than a sperm receptacle, something to masturbate in.

"Still here?" His voice surprised her.

"Of course."

Naked, he moved around casually, as if they'd been married for years. "I didn't really need a shower. I thought I'd give you another chance to run for the door."

He wrestled his way under the covers, propping his head on his hand, watching her face. She turned on her side, watching back, his knee slid up between her legs, her leg moved over his, his arm over her shoulder.

"Nice mesh," he said, kissing her softly.

"I was just thinking the same thing."

11

For what seemed like hours, his mouth danced on hers, her lips playing back, his hand exploring her ear, the side of her face, her neck, her breasts and finally slipping between her legs, his fingers working her moist vagina open, sliding up, his finger slowly circling her clitoris.

She gulped, raising her leg, allowing comfortable access. "Oh, my."

"Like that, huh?" His warm breath raked her face.

Opening her eyes, she blushed, finding his eyes dancing on her face. "Yeah," she whispered, wrapping her arm around his head, planting her lips on his, accepting his tongue into her mouth, lost in the overwhelming experience. His forefinger slid down, penetrating, his palm applying firm pressure, up about an inch, down, then up again slowly, each movement drawing a moan as she pushed back.




Quickening



This is not the plan, she reminded herself as he rolled on top of her. She tried to lay her legs flat on the bed, together. He worked between her legs, taking either side of her head, his thumbs on her temples, his eyes drinking hers.

"You're the most beautiful woman in the room."

She giggled. "I'm the only woman in the room!"

"Don't cloud the issue with facts." He kissed her quickly, softly. "Let me ask you something."

She felt trapped, but not a prisoner. "Sure. You have my undivided attention."

"You sure you wish to do this?"

No. She could feel his penis against her. She knew, given her position, he could force himself in, but it wouldn't be easy without her cooperation. His lips came to hers again, her legs spread and her knees rose in answer to his question. Without moment on his part, she drew him in. He closed his eyes, burying himself deep within her.

She gulped.

"Sweet," he said, holding his position, pulling away just a little to watch her face. "Tell me about the tattoo."

Watching up at him, she said: "Huh?"

"Birds of Paradise, my guess, looking like a waterfall of color leading from your neck to your yummy what did you call them?"

"Tatas."

"Yes, tatas." He rolled his eyes, taking three long strokes, than pausing deep in her again. "Is it spiritual? Religious?"

She tried to breath, successfully grinding just a little. "Neither. It's kinda embarrassing."

He matched her rhythm playfully, kissing her cheek and then her ear. "Tell me."

She worked her hands down to the small of his back, pulling to match his stroke, working her hips to the motion. "High-school-to-piss-my-parents-off."

He laughed subtlety. "You should at least make up a better story than that. Maybe some lurid tale about a vacation in the islands."

He lifted away from her, reaching between them.

"You're not going to have to do that," she whispered, taking his face in her hands.

His lips found hers again, his hands on her cheeks, their cadence meaningful. The universe took a breath. She lost herself in the sensation, pulling, pulling, pulling. Her body rippled like a flag in the wind, she shivered, she shook, her legs convulsed. She tried to pull away, and couldn't. He buried deep in her and held. She pushed back.

She screamed through her clenched teeth, convulsing again, breaking into a wonderful sweat.

He kissed her cheek, her ear and then her forehead. With her breathing close to normal, he softly kissed at her lips, her kissing back.

"Wow," she said into the kiss. "I'm not a screamer."

He snickered. "Today, you are."

Watching her eyes, he picked up his rhythm, her working back against him. In moments, he withdrew, planting his penis on her stomach, his mouth on hers, moaning softly as semen flowed up to her breasts.

She expected him to push off and run for the bathroom, maybe getting dressed on the way. They made out for a quarter of an hour, him humming sweetly. Finally, he rolled on this back, pulling her to him. They spoke of her children, college, her job, and her sweet breasts for two hours.

12

"You can have the shower first," she offered.

"I want to smell like you when I get home."

She bit her lip. "Oh, that would be fun, but I can't afford it."

Man, she said to herself, watching the image in the steamy mirror. Drying off, she slipped into her bra and panties, returning to the room.

He watched her in the mirror, adjusting his tie. "I love you," he said.

"I can tell," she answered, worming into her jeans. "I love the idea of you."

He narrowed his eyes at the reflection, smiling. "This is it, then, huh?"

"Yes, this is it."

13

The sun peeked over the trees, washing the night away. Sitting on the lawn chair in her backyard, she shivered at the memory of the violation she allowed to her body. From the first IM, she enjoyed the romance, always rationalizing she was doing a favor for Sharon. Somewhere black and white became gray. "Yummy," she said aloud, thinking of his eyes watching hers as he penetrated her, as she pulled him inside her.

She punched numbers on the cell phone, sipping her coffee.

"Do you know what time it is?"

She chuckled. "Not really. Around sunrise."

A moment leaked away. "Oh, so?"

"I'd say he's a womanizer, and a flirt."

"So, he's cheating?"

"No, Sharon. Sorry to disappoint you. He's what we called a pussy winkle back in high school."

"Huh?"

"He gets a girl all worked up, then doesn't deliver. I think he just gets off on the romance, the chase. It only looks like he's hitting everything in town."

"Damn. I was hoping to void the prenup."

Bitch. "Sorry to disappoint."

She no sooner broke the connection, when her husband stumbled out into the yard, dropping on a chair. "Man, what a night."

She shrugged. "How much did you lose?"

"It's not about that!"

"That much, huh?"

He looked to the grass like a scolded puppy.

"I want a divorce."

"What? Where's this coming from? Is there someone else?"

She smiled. Yeah, there's someone else: me. "We can decide who gets what. I don't really need anything." I'm OK.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Move in with your mother?"



Quicker Still !



After my gap year between school and University, in which I had met both Steve (“First Fumblings”) and Ollie (“That was Quick”) I became a fresher, had a room in College and joined the College rugby team. Rugby is a tough, physical contact sport requiring courage and specific talents according to where you play on the field. Before a game the changing room is fairly quiet but afterwards it’s pretty boisterous and rowdy. There’s a lot of manhood on show in the showers and changing-rooms and most players just let it all hang out. That’s how I came to notice Phil, who had the most remarkable pair of balls I’d ever seen. Everyone noticed them and, I think, felt inwardly jealous that he had such a splendid sac between his legs. It gave promise of fantastic virility, even though his dick was relatively small. 

He was different from Steve, who was good-natured, easy-going and a bit credulous. The eldest of four boys in his family, his father had been an Olympic athlete. He was a good athlete himself and very brainy, very ambitious but less open-hearted than Steve. On his wall in his room he kept a calendar on which he marked with an asterisk the days on which he had had a wank. I saw it once. It showed that he would lay off for about five days and then there were asterisks for the next three days! After my experiences with Steve and Ollie I was intrigued and wanted to see how those enormous balls of his performed. Amazingly, an opportunity soon arose for me to find out. 

During the Easter vacation of our first year we went on tour in Wales, playing several matches and seeing the famous tourist sites. A highlight was a two-day trip to a small offshore island which had once been used by the Army for target-training. The former barracks still stood there, including a long dormitory with roughly sprung beds, a rudimentary kitchen, a refectory and a small room full of pipes for drying out clothes. The only inhabitants left on the island were the two keepers who worked the light-house on the rocks facing the Atlantic ocean. I remember well the open-boat voyage to reach it, the spray that drenched our clothes and the rocking motion over the waves. When we reached the barracks the first thing we did was to dump our gear on our chosen bed and, as luck would have it, I landed up next to Phil. There were no curtains in the dormitory, so when we were all in bed that night I could see the outline of his body in his bed. And while the rest of the team settled down to slumber I watched, hoping to see the movement which would indicate that he was having a wank.

He was quite restless and kept turning in his bed, so I knew he had not gone to sleep. Every now and then he would sigh – and then, about twenty minutes after lights-out, I saw his left hand creep down the bed and make a hump over the area of his groin; and then his right hand started moving, gently at first and then more vigorously. Soon he was hard at it, so, greatly daring, I leaned across and touched his bed. He got the message and the movement stopped. Consider, then, my surprise when, after a pause, he leant out of his bed and whispered to me "You can DO me if I can see you." Maybe this was because he knew I had an eight incher, but "doing" - our word for mutual masturbation - was an extraordinary offer because it was frowned upon as implying homosexual practices and none of us wanted to be considered in any way "queer".

But it was too good an offer to turn down, so I said "Where shall we go?" and he said "We'll meet in the drying-room. I'll go first and to avoid suspicion you follow five minutes later." And with that he got out of bed as if he was going to the toilet and left the dormitory. Those were five minutes of exciting anticipation for me as I imagined his cock spurting a huge load of sperm as I ran my fingers up and down his shaft. I joined him, horny as hell, five minutes later. He had switched the light on and was sitting on the floor amidst a pile of rugby shirts, boots and other clothing. It was very warm and humid in that room. I sat down beside him, undid my pyjamas and took out my dick so that he could examine it. Normally I would have been shy about doing this but after my experience with Steve it seemed easy. He was very interested in science and is now, I think, a senior neurologist in a hospital, and he certainly gave my dick a thorough examination, exclaiming at its size and stiffness and the pre-cum but in no way trying to "do" me. Because he was himself circumcised he gave my foreskin special attention, moving it slowly up and down to see how it worked and enjoying the different ‘feel’ of it. 

When at length he had finished I said "It's my turn now" and he immediately lay down so I lay beside him and undid the top button of his pyjama jacket. As my hand slowly reached for the next button down I glanced up into his face. His eyes were tightly closed and he was living the moment, relishing every move I made towards the bulge I could see below, anticipating the orgasm to come. When the jacket was open I ran my hand down his smooth, pale chest, and rested it for a moment on the draw-string of his pyjamas before pulling it open and drawing out his cock. It was very neat and straight - but no more than five inches. Sticking up over his enormous balls it made a striking sight which was somehow out of proportion. The tip was dry but I knew he was hot from his quick breathing and the way those magnificent balls were close up against the base of his shaft. I gently moved my fingers over his quivering glans and closed them round the shaft just under the head. Gently I pressed down for the first stroke and immediately it erupted! No pre-cum, and just one single spurt of super-sperm-enriched white semen which landed in a blob on his stomach. At once his dick went limp in my hand whereas after an orgasm mine stays hard and then semi-hard for a bit before relaxing. It's amazing how different we all are!

Well, given his intense interest in my dick and his carrying out to the letter our quickly-made agreement in the dorm, it was no problem for me to say "Would you like to see me cum?" and for him to nod his assent. So I gently massaged my exposed glans with the pre-cum which was oozing out of me. I found after the excitement of watching him cum that it took me slightly longer to reach a climax than usual, but Hell! was it worth it! When I came, it was like a fountain of spurting spunk and the spasms were as intense as any I had ever had. He was mightily impressed because there was so much more juice than he had produced and we both returned to our neighbouring beds in the dormitory with much to think about. I realized then (and now) that the size of your balls is in no way related to the amount of semen you ejaculate, though it must surely affect the quality of the sperm produced. That single glob of spunk on his stomach probably contained enough sperm to populate a village!

I don't know what he thought about me, because it was partly an experiment for him (as it was for me) and we never repeated it. Steve just loved coming off for the satisfaction of it and went for it in a big way, whereas with Phil there was a biological/scientific interest. As for me, there was a bit of both of them in my make-up and I've remained fascinated by masturbation and the differences between individuals to this day, more than thirty years later!

I don't think there was any harm in what we did and that sort of thing must have been going on in the armed services and at College, with young men at liberty from their homes for the first time, for yonks. But what I could never have guessed at the time was that he was but the first of four members of the rugby team that I would have sex with during my three years at University. And there were one or two others as well! 



Quickfur



"Set a course to rendezvous with the starship Galaxy, Ensign Travis," ordered Lieutenant Haskell.

"Yes, Lieutenant," replied Ensign Travis.

He laid in his course settings and reported, "Course: two-two-seven point six, mark three."

"Make that two-two-seven point five," ordered the Lieutenant."

"That will take us awfully close to the star, Delta Vega," warned Travis.

"It will also shave nearly a day off our trip home," replied Haskell.

"But, Lieutenant, I don't think we should take that risk," Travis advised.

"May I remind you, Ensign James Travis, that you are the junior officer aboard this shuttlecraft?" scolded the Lieutenant.

"Yes, Ma'am!" came the reply. "Course: two-twenty seven point five, mark three," he reported.

"Engage."

"Aye, aye!"

The two Starfleet officers settled in for the tree day journey to the Galaxy. They had been assigned to make a detailed survey of habitable planets in this sector and report back to their captain with their findings. In nearly a week's worth of searching they only found one planet capable of sustaining life. They were tired and ready to go home.

Ensign James Travis, only six months out of the academy, had already made a name for himself piloting shuttlecraft and was well on his way to becoming chief helmsman on board the starship Galaxy.

Lieutenant Cheryl Haskell, a brash, young officer was the highest ranking second tier crew member aboard the Galaxy. Captain Rice often assigned her to take junior officers on training missions because of her leadership ability.

"Well, James," said Cheryl, "let's settle in and relax. We've got a long ride home."

"Yes, Ma'am. Three days," replied the Ensign.

"James, my name is Cheryl. We can speak informally until we get back to the Galaxy."

James always felt a little uneasy around Lt. Haskell. She was a strict officer who commanded respect from her juniors. She was also strikingly beautiful. She was tall and lean with shoulder length, dark brown hair which contrasted her green eyes. She always wore her Starfleet uniform buttoned up to the collar, even when she was off duty. It was a rare occasion when she showed her ample cleavage under her tight fitting clothes. Most of the male junior officers clamored to be assigned to her command. James usually felt awkward around women but he knew that his comrades envied his position. Every one of them would have given their eye teeth to be stuck in a shuttlecraft with her for ten days.

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant... I mean, Cheryl," stammered James, "it's force of habit."

"Well, during informal situations, officers may be permitted to speak on a first name basis."

"Thank you," smiled James.

The two of them sat back in their chairs and relaxed. James took out an electronic book and read silently while Cheryl put on a pair of earphones, leaned back and listened to some music. The shuttlecraft was on autopilot and only needed to be monitored occasionally to be sure it was on course. It would be a long, monotonous journey back to the starship.

A short time later, Cheryl put away her earphones and tapped James on the shoulder. "Why don't you go back to your bunk?" she said. "I'll take the first watch."

"You don't have to," replied the Ensign.

"Protocol," she answered. "You've been piloting the whole mission. You need some rest. You'll have to be sharp when we return to the Galaxy for docking.

James agreed. He headed aft to the bunks and turned in. Cheryl took a position at the helm and dimmed the cabin lights. She slouched down in her chair and stared at the forward view screen. It was the same featureless view of space she had been looking at for six days. "I just want to get home," she thought to herself. It wasn't long before her eyes fell shut and she slowly drifted off to sleep.

James was jolted awake by the sudden buffeting of the cabin. The entire ship rocked violently to starboard. He was almost shaken out of his bunk. He sprang to his feet and sprinted for the helm. "What's happening?" he shouted.

"I don't know, I fell asleep," answered Cheryl as she sprung to attention. The sound of the ship's alarm jarred her back to reality.

"Darn it!" shouted James. "It looks like some kind of flare from that star!" he exclaimed, wrestling for control of the ship.

"WARNING!" sounded the computer voice. "Stellar flare approaching!"

"Shields!" shouted the Ensign.

"Not responding!" replied the Lieutenant.

"Well, then, HOLD ON!" he said, "This could be rough!"

The flare overtook the tiny shuttle, shaking the crew violently and overloading the ship's computer systems. The engines failed then the entire cabin went dark.

"Damn it!" exclaimed James. "I knew we shouldn't have come this close!"

"I'm sorry!" replied Cheryl. "I just wanted to get home!"

"I shouldn't have listened," he growled. "Now we're dead in space!"

"I think I can bring some reserve power on line," said Cheryl.

"Mayday! Mayday!" James called into the emergency transmitter. "This is Ensign James Travis and Lieutenant Cheryl Haskell aboard the shuttlecraft Alpha... Mayday! Mayday!" he repeated. "We have been hit by a plasma flare from the star, Delta Vega. All major systems are off-line!"

"Ensign!" called Lt. Haskell. "Remember, there's a habitable planet in this star system!"

"Yes, I remember!" the Ensign replied. "The third. Right?" he asked. Lieutenant Haskell nodded in confirmation.

"Impulse engines are back on-line but only seventy percent power," reported the Lieutenant.

"Hold on!" he said. "I can bring her in but it's going to be a bumpy ride!"

They both fastened their safety restraints and braced themselves. The Ensign fought for control of the ship.

"This is Lieutenant Cheryl Haskell aboard the shuttlecraft Alpha," she spoke into the microphone. "We are making an emergency landing on the planet, Delta Vega Three. Please send rescue party immediately!" She ejected the locator beacon just as the ship began to enter the planet's atmosphere.

"Okay! We're going in!" reported the Ensign, "Brace for entry!"

Lt. Haskell braced herself, put her head down and said a silent prayer, hoping that Ens. Travis wouldn't notice. Ens. Travis strained to keep the ship under control. He, too, hoped his companion wouldn't notice him praying under his breath.

It only took a few minutes for the ship to reach the surface but it seemed like hours. It was a hard landing but Ens. Travis was able to bring the ship down safely. They both breathed a sigh of relief when the it finally skidded to a stop.

"Nice flying!" commended the Lieutenant.

"Thanks," he said, "but, with all due respect, Ma'am, would you please listen the next time I give advice?"

"Sorry!" she replied, "I just wanted to get back to the ship."

"Now, look where we are!" he shouted back.

"Well, there's no use crying over spilled milk!" she exclaimed, "Let's figure out a way to get off this planet... Ensign!"

"All engines and communication systems are down," reported Ensign Travis, "life support is on emergency backup."

"This planet supports life so we should be all right," Lieutenant Haskel said, "let's hope the Galaxy finds our emergency beacon."

"They'll come looking for us after we're more than twenty-four hours overdue," said Travis.

"We've got six day's rations left," Haskell said, "we should be able to hold out until they come for us."

The two sat in silence for a few moments while they collected their thoughts. "Any injuries?" asked the Lieutenant.

"None," he said. "You?"

"Just a scratch on the elbow," she replied.

"Break out the med kit and patch it up," said Travis, "then, let's rest up before we go explore the planet."

"I'm not going out there!" exclaimed Haskell.

"Well, excuse me, LIEUTENANT HASKELL..." said the Ensign with an annoyed voice, "We have to find food and water then set up camp. We don't know how long we'll be stuck here."

"As your superior officer, ENSIGN..." retorted Lieutenant Haskell.

"Let's not fight!" interrupted James, "It doesn't matter how we got here, anymore. If we're going to survive, we have to work together. Right, Cheryl?"

Cheryl was taken aback by James' sudden grip on authority but she felt a certain sexual excitement at the same time.

"Agreed, James!" she answered, "I'll collect the first aid and the rations. You try to salvage some communications gear."

They both worked silently, as they went about their agreed-upon tasks. James stopped briefly, when he thought Cheryl wasn't looking, to sneak a look at the curvaceous lines of her uniform. The Lieutenant always noticed when the guys checked her out but she never let on that she knew. James was a young officer, fresh out of the Academy. He was strong and muscular. Cheryl knew that protocol prevented her from fraternizing with officers her junior but that didn't stop her from appreciating his firm, muscular ass under his tight fitting pants.

Lt. Haskell was a good officer. She was one of the best that Captain Rice ever had on his team. She was stern and efficient. She was, perhaps, a little too stern for Captain Rice's taste. That is the reason she never caught on to the fact that, Travis, the best looking young officer on the ship, just happened to be assigned to her command so soon after being posted to duty aboard the Galaxy.

"I might have a tricorder working, here," James reported, "but it's not 100 percent."

"Good work!" Cheryl exclaimed. "Anything's better than nothing."

"I don't know how much daylight there is left," said James. "We should probably do some exploring before it gets dark."

"Right!" said Cheryl.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

"Ready!" she replied as she picked up the tricorder and turned it on. "It looks like the atmosphere is breathable. Life form readings are inconclusive but I don't think there are any hostile beings out there."

"That's good because both phasers are dead," said James.

Cheryl shook her head. "No sense worrying about it, now," she said as she punched the button on the airlock and opened the cabin doors. "Be my guest!" she said.

"Oh, no!" James smirked, "I'm the one wearing the red uniform! I'm not going first!" James often joked under pressure.

"You big baby!" laughed Cheryl as she playfully pushed him out the door. "You're supposed to protect the ladies," she said. 

James and Cheryl stood just outside the ship, surveying the landscape around them. They looked around for several minutes while Cheryl scanned the area with the tricorder. James kept his eyes and ears open for signs of people or animals.

"It doesn't look like there's anybody here but us," said, Cheryl.

"Okay, let's move out," said James.

James and Cheryl hiked over the hilly terrain for several kilometers. The landscape was rocky and barren with only a few plants growing in sparse clumps. Cheryl stopped to adjust the tricorder. "This thing only works intermittently," she complained.

"The stellar flare must have overloaded its power supply," James replied. "Our communicators and phasers are completely dead," he added.

"We'll have to stick together for safety," Cheryl ordered. She didn't want to admit that she felt afraid.

James sensed her anxiety and tried to reassure her.

"Shuttle pilots have to go on several survival missions before they can be certified for duty," he said. "When was the last time you camped out?"

"Never in the wilderness," she replied.

"All right," he said, "stay close by and follow my lead. I can pull us through this mess until the Galaxy arrives."

James' act of bravado seemed to be working. Cheryl became visibly more calm. "What do we do first?" 

"We're going to need to locate a source of water. Then we can try to find a place to signal the Galaxy from. They'll need a safe place to land the rescue craft." James said.

"Can't they beam us out?" Cheryl asked.

"Do you want to transport through that plasma storm?" James replied. "They'll have to make a landing rescue."

The Lieutenant nodded in an attempt to play down her ignorance. The Ensign pretended he didn't notice.

"Keep your eyes peeled for any possible source of food or water," instructed James, "and do not touch anything until we know if it's safe!" he added.

"Don't shout orders at me, Ensign!" barked Haskell.

"We're marooned on this planet, no thanks to your mistake!" Travis shouted. "I'm not going to let you pull rank and get us into another mess!" He paused a few seconds for effect. "Besides, this is survival. There is no such thing as rank, anymore. We have to act as a team!"

Lt. Haskell knew that Travis was right but she didn't want to admit she was in over her head. She made no reply. She was tired and didn't want to fight anymore. They pressed onward, climbing uphill in search of a vantage point from which to survey the area. Ens. Travis stopped to give his crew mate a hand climbing the steep grade. They reached the top and stood, looking out over the landscape. The weather was hot and humid. Lt. Haskell took out her canteen and took a long drink as she wiped the sweat off her brow.

"Go easy on that water!" warned Travis, "That's all we've got to survive!"

"I'm hot and thirsty!" complained Haskell.

"We've got to conserve water until we find a source," Travis said.

Cheryl put away the canteen then began to unzip her uniform. James stood silently, pretending not to notice as she pulled her zipper all the way down to her waist. He carefully strained to get a peek at the body that, until now, had always remained hidden beneath heavy fabric. The front of her uniform swayed open revealing a glimpse of her ample breasts, supported by her low-cut bra. James quickly looked away when she glanced in his direction. Cheryl knew that he was noticing her. She pretended to be unaware as she loosened her top, exposing her lean stomach. "Whew! It's hot!" she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

James followed suit. He unfastened his own uniform and pretended to fan himself with the flaps. Cheryl made no attempt to hide the fact that she was looking at James' muscular chest and well defined abs. He felt a little bit embarrassed and aroused at the same time. "I guess we've got to make due in this heat," said James as a thinly disguised excuse. They stood in awkward silence for several minutes, looking out over the horizon.

"That looks like a clearing down there," said Cheryl.

"Yes, I see it," replied James.

"There must be water because there's grass growing," she said.

"It doesn't look like grass,' he answered.

They stared down at the large valley, rimmed by a low wall of worn rock and low growing vegetation. It appeared to be a kilometer wide and, at least, two or three kilometers long. The whole floor of the valley appeared to be covered in a lush brown carpet of short grass but it didn't look quite right to be grass. They stood quietly, trying to decide what it was. A stiff breeze blew up, causing the vegetation around them to rustle in the wind. Suddenly, they looked at each other. Cheryl spoke first, "Does that look like fur to you?" The grass in the clearing waved in the air currents. "I think you're right!" said James, "I think it is fur!"

Cheryl started climbing eagerly down the hill. "Come on! Let's go check it out!"

"Wait!" called James, "We don't know what it is yet!"

Cheryl sprinted several meters ahead. Rocks and debris slid down the steep trail in front of her. James ran ahead to catch up. "Be careful!" he called out. It was only a minute before he caught up to her. He grabbed her by the back of her uniform and stopped her just as they reached the edge of the grass-fur meadow.

"Hey!" shouted Cheryl as her uniform slipped off her shoulders. She struggled to free her arms from the sleeves then let the top of her leotard fall down and hang around her waist. James was surprised when his crew mate made no attempt to cover herself up but the weather was hot and she had been complaining about the heat. He put aside his lustful urge and continued with his warning.

"You don't know what could be in there!" James instructed. "We have to check things out first."

Cheryl picked up the tricorder and scanned the area. "No life readings," she reported hastily.

"That thing's not reliable," James answered. "Let's go back to the ship before it gets dark," he said. "We can start exploring again at first light."

Cheryl reached down and touched the brown growth at her feet, in front of her. "It IS fur!" she exclaimed, "It's really soft!" 

A subtle scent wafted up when Cheryl's hands brushed through the fur. She inhaled the rich, musky fragrance. A sense of exhilaration came over her as she ran both hands back and forth. The more she rubbed the stronger the scent became. Cheryl felt her inhibitions slip away. She didn't recognize the drug like effect it had on her. The more she inhaled the more she wanted.

Thirty seconds later, the fur's aphrodisiac properties had completely intoxicated her. She was overcome by the strong desire to touch and to be touched by the fur.

"It will be safer if we make camp back by the shuttlecraft!" James exclaimed.

Cheryl acted like she didn't hear him. She kneeled down to unfasten her boots before kicking them off her feet. She waded, barefoot, into the fur and stood about two meters from the edge of the land. "See, there's nothing wrong," she said.

James just stood on the shore and shook his head as his shipmate turned and walked farther out into the sea of fur. She danced and frolicked like a little girl. "It's nice!" she said, "It feels so soft on my feet!" A moment later, she took off running, full speed, out into the middle of the furry meadow. "Come on!" she called, "Let's have some fun before we go back to camp!" She didn't stop running until she had reached the middle.

James was aroused by the sight of Cheryl running, nearly topless, through the sea of soft, sensuous fur. The scent of the pelts was beginning to take its effect on his mind, too. The setting sun silhouetted her form. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as she ran. He inhaled the fur's musky drug once more. James was overcome by the desire to wade out there and take her in the middle of the giant lake of fur. His attention wandered as he daydreamed about the beautiful woman dancing in front of him. Cheryl's screams suddenly jolted him back to reality.

"I'm stuck!" shouted Cheryl, "Help!"

James looked up and saw that Cheryl had somehow sunk almost knee deep into the ground. "Get out of there!" he hollered back.

"I can't, I keep sinking!" she shouted back. She struggled for a few moments and finally freed one foot then, after more struggling, the other came free.

"Get out! Run!" shouted James.

Cheryl sprinted for shore but she sank in, deeper and deeper, with every step. Her gait became more and more labored the farther she sank. The soggy ground seemed to ripple like water around her as she fought to stay on top. Her legs began to tire. Her muscles felt like spaghetti as she tried to high-step her way through the deepening quagmire of fur.

"Help me!" she cried out in terror.

James hesitated for a moment before stepping into the fur. He tested the ground with his foot. It felt solid. He stood with his full weight in the fur. He felt as steady as if he was standing on solid ground. He sprinted out to Cheryl, still sinking in the fur. By the time he reached her, she had sunk up to her mid thighs.

"I'm sinking!" she screamed.

James grabbed Cheryl by the arms and tried to pull her free. She kicked her legs, struggling to battle her way out. James pulled even harder and finally, he succeeded in freeing Cheryl from the fur bog.

"My uniform!" shouted Cheryl.

Cheryl was free but, in the process, she slipped out of her uniform which was still stuck in the fur. She bent down and tried to pull it loose to no avail. It seemed like something below the ground was pulling against her. A moment later, Cheryl lost her grip and the garment disappeared below the surface.




Quickfur



"Forget it!" said James, "Run!"

The two of them tried to run for shore but the fur below their feet turned mushy again. In only a few seconds, they were both knee deep in fur. James struggled to slip himself out of his uniform. He freed himself and stood on the surface, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. He watched his garments disappear below the surface. His triumph was short-lived. Just a second later, James found himself sinking up to his knees again.

"What the hell is this stuff?" exclaimed Cheryl.

"I don't know," replied James, "it's like furry quicksand!"

"Quickfur?" said Cheryl.

James laughed, "Quickfur! That sounds like a good name for it!"

"Quit joking," cried Cheryl, "how do we get out of it?"

James looked around. They were at least 500 meters from shore in any direction. There was no way they would be able to make it to safety before sinking completely below the surface.

"I don't know," he said, "We have no weapons or communicators."

"We don't have any clothes, either!" added Cheryl.

The scent of the fur wafted up again, quickly renewing its effects on the couple. James stood only a short distance away from a stunningly beautiful woman, wearing only her underwear. She was definitely not wearing Starfleet issued undergarments! Her faux leopard print thong panties and skimpy bra came as an arousing surprise to him. He had always thought of her as "strictly by the book." The sight of her large, firm breasts, her lean, athletic body and tight, round ass made him feel overcome by sudden lust. The sensation of soft fur sliding against his legs as he sunk deeper into the quickfur excited him even more. James tried to hide his stiffening member from the Lieutenant as it strained against his boxer shorts.

Cheryl often fantasized about her junior officer but the fur drug gave her an insatiable desire to ravish his naked body. She had worn her sexy lingerie on this mission in hopes of having the chance to seduce him when they were alone on the shuttlecraft. She thought that she could casually reveal her leopard undies as she was turning in for her sleep cycle but she wasn't able to gather up the courage to do it. Now, she could only stand there and stare, longingly, at his muscular chest and strong abs. Her eyes were fixed on the lump in the Ensign's shorts as the fur slowly sucked him down. The soft sensations against her skin aroused her more than she had ever been before. The deeper she slipped, the hornier she felt. She began to anticipate what the fur would feel like against each part of her body as she slid progressively deeper into the fur.

Cheryl and James stood there, silently, lusting after each other. They were only two meters away from each other but they could do nothing to satisfy their desires. The fur was almost up to Cheryl's waist when she started to take off her bra.

"To hell with it!" she exclaimed. "If this is going to be my last day I'm going to enjoy it!"

James' eyes widened as Cheryl's breasts fell free from their restraint. He couldn't believe his eyes. Next, she pulled down her panties and deftly ripped the waistband.

"I wore these for you, James, but it looks like this is the end for us, so, to hell with it!" Cheryl said.

She finished stripping off her underwear and tossed them toward James. They landed in a pile half way between the two of them.

"I dreamed about you ever since the moment I saw you, my first day aboard the Galaxy," James confessed, "but I never thought we could be together."

He ripped his boxer shorts and pulled them free of his body. He could feel her eyes staring at his long, hard member. This time, he displayed it, proudly, to her. He tossed his shorts toward Cheryl and they landed midway between, right beside Cheryl's lingerie. They both watched in amazement as the fur rippled and swirled. An indentation formed beneath their underwear. Little by little, the undergarments were pulled beneath the surface. There was an awkward moment of silence when Cheryl and James realized that the last of their clothes were gone.

Cheryl let out a surprised shriek.

"What?" asked James.

"I'm next!" she said.

"How do you know?" he replied.

"Because I can feel the fur moving!" she exclaimed.

A moment later, a large indentation developed in the fur around Cheryl. It swirled around her like a whirlpool then it began to swallow her at an even faster pace. She shrieked again when the ground beneath her feet suddenly gave way, quickly dropping her farther into the pit. James could only watch Cheryl wiggle and squirm as the fur closed in around her gorgeous, naked body, swallowing a little more of her each second. Cheryl screamed in pleasure as it caressed and stimulated each part of her body before it disappeared. James watched intently until Cheryl was more than waist deep in fur. He hardly noticed the fur moving around his own body until it had already begun to swallow him up as well.

"It's my turn, now!" James called out in panic.

The fur swirled around him then suddenly, almost violently, pulled him down. He found himself chest deep in only a second. He tried to regain his balance but his thrashing only made him sink faster. James looked over toward Cheryl just in time to see the fur lapping at her breasts. Her eyes grew as big as saucers as the fur massaged her tits, almost overloading her pleasure circuits before finally swallowing them.

"Oh, my God!" she gasped.

"What's wrong?" asked James.

"Nothing," said Cheryl. She relaxed her body and let her arms and shoulders disappear into the quickfur. She closed her eyes and surrendered her whole body, letting the quickfur have its way with her. Only her head was visible above the surface. She leaned back and began to moan.

"It's good!" she said, softly.

No sooner did the words leave her mouth when the fur increased its pleasurable assault on Cheryl's senses. She felt a hundred furry hands probe her naked body. Each one brought more pleasure than the last. The fur slid over her bare skin, setting off lightning bolts of pleasure as it moved. She felt it against her shoulders and her back. It massaged her stomach and slowly teased its way up to her breasts where it swirled them with indescribable sensations. She felt fur caressing her buttocks and tickling her between her thighs. She wanted the fur to go between her legs so badly she could hardly stand the anticipation.

James struggled in a last ditch effort to escape but his efforts were for nothing. He was soon chin deep in the quickfur as well.

"No! Don't fight!" Cheryl hollered between deep, labored breaths. "Just relax and enjoy it!"

James finally allowed himself to relax into the fur. The more he did, the more it pleasured him. As his mood changed from panic to pleasure, the quickfur began to do indescribable things to his body. It wasn't long before Cheryl and James were both moaning and screaming, out of their minds with unbridled, furry passion.

Then, almost as if on cue, the fur gently but firmly spread their legs apart. They both knew what was coming next. The fur crept up their inner thighs, causing them both to squirm in anticipation. It closed in on their waiting crotches. They both wanted this as badly as they had ever wanted anything in their lives.

"Oh, yes!" they cried out, in unison, when the fur began to tease them.

James felt the fur grip his balls, first. It squeezed him and surrounded him in warm, soft pleasure. It teased its way up his swollen shaft. He silently begged for it to swallow him up.

Cheryl felt the fur slither over her vulva, gently massaging her at first but, gradually, it parted her lips and found its way inside. It teased her clitoris and made her shiver with excitement.

Just when they felt like they couldn't take another moment, the fur finally took them. It slid along James' hard cock, slowly at first, but it gradually pumped his dick, faster and faster, as he moaned and contorted his face. Cheryl grimaced in pleasure when the fur took her to new heights. It rubbed her clit in small, furry circles, pushing her to the edge of orgasm. It held her there, in sexual suspense for minutes. Finally the sensation welled up inside her and she exploded with passion, screaming, "Yes, yes!" at the top of her lungs. By this time, James was nearing the brink. Just when he thought he could stand it no longer, a furry mouth swallowed his shaft and began sucking the semen from his quivering dick.

The two of them came repeatedly, for hours on end. The quickfur gave them only brief respites to recharge their sexual batteries before it fucked them again. It was well past dark by the time they regained their senses. James could see the outline of Cheryl's face by the glow of the moon.

She looked over at him and smiled. "I've never felt anything like this!"

"I think I came fifteen times!" replied James.

"I lost track somewhere around forty!" she said.

The quickfur gently swirled around them, causing their bodies to bob up and down like two skinny dippers swimming in the moonlight. They closed their eyes and swooned each time the fur brushed their naked bodies. They basked their afterglow, enjoying the pleasure of each other's company even if they couldn't have the pleasure of touching each other.

There was a sudden movement in the quickfur. James and Cheryl felt themselves being jostled around.

"What's happening?" cried Cheryl.

"I don't know!" James replied.

"Something's different this time!" Cheryl said.

"I think it's time for number twelve!" said James with a smile on his face.

"This is going to be the end of us!" she worried.

Cheryl shrieked as unseen hands suddenly seized her from below and pulled her completely under the surface. They spun her around, head over heels, until she didn't know which way was up anymore. The musky, fur smell filled her senses. The effects came on stronger and faster this time. She knew what the drug was doing to her mind. Cheryl wanted to get stoned. She breathed in deeply, savoring the euphoria that overcame her. She drew in breath after breath until rational thought abandoned her. A great animal lust overcame her.

Lieutenant Haskell wanted to fuck. She wanted to fuck Ensign Travis. She always wanted to fuck him. She wanted to fuck him from the moment she saw him board the Galaxy. She fantasized about him all the time. She couldn't stand the thought of bunking right next to him in the shuttlecraft sleeping quarters but not being able to have him all to herself. She masturbated in her bed, just two meters away as he slept only an arm's length from her.

Lieutenant Haskell's career meant everything to her. She would never jeopardize it by fraternizing with a junior officer, no matter how badly she wanted him. Her cold demeanor was just a front to hide her feelings for the one she loved. She had her chance to make her dreams come true but her hopes were crushed when she wrecked the shuttlecraft. This time, she wasn't going to let anything get in her way.

Cheryl was going to fuck Ensign Travis. She was going to fuck him long. She was going to fuck him hard. She was going to fuck him and fuck him until she couldn't fuck anymore. She made up her mind. Cheryl was going to fuck James and she didn't care what she had to do to get him.

James called out, "Cheryl!" as he searched for signs of her beneath the fur. It boiled and seethed all around him, spinning him in circles until he started to get dizzy. Cheryl! Cheryl!" he cried again and again.

Cheryl's head slowly surfaced in front of James. The look on her face showed nothing but pure lust. She grappled her arms around him and pulled his naked body close.

"Just shut up and kiss me!" Cheryl commanded.

As their lips met, the quickfur sucked them both under. Their bodies intertwined as they tossed and turned in the torrents of fur. James was frightened and disoriented. The scent of the fur drug saturated his lungs making him relax. Cheryl ran her hands over James' naked body. The aphrodisiac took its affect on James' mind and rejuvenated his body. His giant cock became rock hard and stood fully erect as he groped her body through the fur.

The quickfur massaged and tickled their bodies, bringing them to the brink of climax. It teased and tortured them endlessly. Just when they thought they would have their relief, the fur denied them release. It swirled around them, massaging them, kneading them and breaking them down into complete, willing submission. They both grunted and groaned and screamed and made inhuman noises in the night. They were so overcome with pleasure that they felt like they were going to explode.

"I've got to have you!" Cheryl demanded between gasps for air. I've always wanted you!" she confessed. "Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me now and don't you ever stop!"

The quickfur fur pulled Cheryl's legs wide apart. It guided James in like a shuttle docking with a starship, slowly but firmly bringing him home, until his long, hard shaft was pressed against Cheryl's pussy lips.

"Fuck me, Ensign Travis!" screamed the Lieutenant with an animal growl in her voice, "That's an order!"

Cheryl felt James penetrate her. He groaned as her wet, hungry pussy greedily gobbled him up. She began to climax almost the second his big cock filled her up. Cheryl panted loudly as the fur forced James to stroke in and out, slowly at first, gradually moving him faster and faster. It swirled around them and glided over their bare skin, deftly attacking their every erogenous zone. The quickfur moved their bodies like puppets, manipulating them in a bubbling cauldron of flesh and fur. They screamed and moaned and cried out with ecstasy. Cheryl felt her third orgasm overtake her. James screamed loudly as he shot his first load deep inside. The quickfur kept pumping them. It forced them both to come, over and over, until their bodies went limp, too exhausted to move under their own power. They were jostled about like rag dolls. They were helpless to stop fucking each other but they didn't want it to end. Then, with a mighty squeeze, the fur wrung one last, great orgasm out of the helpless couple. They groaned in breathless ecstacy. The fur tightened around their bodies, squeezing them like a giant boa constrictor. Their vision dimmed until they gradually fell unconscious in each other's arms.

"Captain Rice, I'm receiving a distress signal from shuttlecraft Alpha," reported Lieutenant Loomis.

"On speaker, Lieutenant," said the captain.

"We are making an emergency landing on the planet, Delta Vega Three. Please send rescue party immediately!" Lieutenant Haskell's voice cracked from the speaker.

"Captain, I'm picking up a locator beacon," said Loomis.

"Can you home in on it?" asked Captain Rice.

"Triangulating its position now, sir," Loomis replied.

"Set a course for their position," ordered the Captain, "three quarters impulse." "Engage when ready," he added.

"Aye, aye, sir!"

"Captain, may I have a word?" said the First Officer.

"Come to my ready room, Commander Harrison," replied Rice.

The two men moved discreetly into the captain's office. The doors slid shut behind them.

"Speak, commander," said the captain.

"Sir, don't you think we should go to warp? It will take thirty six hours to reach Delta Vega at impulse," said the commander.

"We don't need to expend the warp engines, William," said Captain Rice.

"No, sir? Why not?" William asked.

"Delta Vega Three is a habitable, class M planet with no hostile life forms," said Rice.

Commander Harrison nodded.

The captain continued, "Lieutenant Haskell and Ensign Rice are both capable of surviving on Delta Vega Three. I see no emergency, here."

"I understand," said the commander.

"Will there be anything else, Commander?" the captain queried.

"No, sir!" he answered.

The captain dismissed the commander. Harrison turned and walked toward the door. Captain Rice paused a second before speaking up.

"One more thing, Will," the captain said, a sly smile appearing on his face.

"What is it, sir?" Harrison asked.

"Travis and Haskell should have found the quickfur, by now..."



Quickie



He grabbed my arms from behind and pulled me violently into an alley off the main street. He looked around, satisfied, and marched me deeper into the darkness. I glanced at him without recognition as I stumbled on my spiked heels. He was a foot taller than me, much heavier and unbelievably strong. I did not resist. 

He looked me over approvingly in the dim light, running his hands around my tits, over my hips and garter belt, up and down my thighs, finally cupping my ass cheeks under my skirt. He kissed me hard, his tongue tasting of tobacco. Electric sensations shot through me, amplified by the feel of the sheer nylon stockings on my legs and the silky blouse moving over my bare breasts and erect nipples. He stopped and looked at me, pleading, and searched my eyes for my answer. Up to that point, I might have resisted, but being asked is just so damn sexy. I could not disappoint him. 

"Yes, anything you want." It was obvious what he wanted, demanded. I unzipped him and withdrew his hot organ, already steely-hard and high. 

"Balls, too," he said, and I gingerly eased his sack outside his pants. His equipment was clean, trimmed very short, and quite impressive. I had an intense flush of desire.

"Up my ass," I demanded, confidently. His eyes sparkled in response. I opened a condom and rolled it down over his gorgeous cock. He held his adorned member upright for me to see, quite proud of its looks, apparently. It pulsated with energy. The condom was pink, shiny, and squeezed him tightly without a wrinkle. I raised my short pleated skirt. He tried to turn me around, but I resisted, so he shrugged and pressed his cock snug against the body-hugging red nylon of my pantied crotch. I moaned and leaned into him, reaching down to caress his shaft with my long nails. He shoved his cock stiffly between my thighs and dry fucked me, his pelvis thrusting back and forth as he pleasured himself against my warm flesh and lingerie. I hung on to his neck with one hand and explored his superbly muscled body with the other. My nipples responded, swelling eagerly as I pushed against him to increase our excitement.

Suddenly he picked me up like a toy and slammed me down onto a nearby car hood, breathing heavily. He pulled my ass into him, and I raised my legs and tilted my hips backward so that he could penetrate me more deeply. I reached down to slip my buttplug out from inside the tight crotchless panties that I had worn backward. Hot K-Y dripped from my carefully prepared channel. He nestled his cock warmly against my wet, naked sphincter, quivering. We looked at each other for a moment, lust in our heavily lidded eyes.

Then he thrust into me aggressively, and I pushed to open myself to his massive organ. My tight channel resisted him, and as he sawed back and forth to gain entry to my body, he over-stimulated himself and began to ejaculate. He groaned and sunk his rock-hard shaft into my ass with one long, ruthless, cum-spurting thrust. I felt him jet deep inside me again and again, convulsively draining himself, reluctant to withdraw, even for a moment, from the hot, liquid clench of my flesh and the ecstasy he had found there. I swooned at the sensation of his huge cock spasming inside me, hurting me delightfully. I wrapped my legs tightly around him, as I felt the uncontrollable pleasure of my own climax engulf me. 

With his magnificent, latex-covered penis fully engorged and pulsing rigidly against my prostate, I orgasmed effortlessly without being touched. He covered my tits with his hands to increase my delight as my balls pumped semen powerfully up through my swelling shaft and gushed it out of my cockslit into my skin-tight panties.

Our contractions slowed as we spent ourselves. He shuddered and withdrew his cock wetly from my ass, easing me gently to the ground. I felt my hot sperm flowing down my belly and pooling in my panties. I tottered unsteadily on my high heels and held on to him, leaning back against the car for support. The last of our kisses became softer and more tender. He smiled at me and wiped a lipstick smear from my chin, adjusted himself and zipped up. I pulled my skirt down, and walked out into the street on shaking legs.



Quickie



They were in a hurry, they knew this would have to happen quickly, if it was to happen at all. If it had been any other man she might have begged out, complaining of an impending flight or meeting, but no, now was the time, she'd just have to make sure it was quick.

"We need to hurry," she said tearing off her blouse and unhooking her bra, "we've only got 750 words to finish this up.

Way ahead of her, he pulled off his pants and underwear, exposing his hard cock. "Don't worry babe, I've been waiting so long for this I know I'll be quick."

"Good, because we've already wasted one hundred and sixteen words," she replied, removing her pants and panties and leaping onto the bed.

She had barely landed when he dove in after her, his head moving between her thighs. His tongue plunged into her pussy and then slid up the slit, where he sucked her clit into his mouth.

She moaned, "Oh that's good, but do we have time, it's already been one hundred eighty one words."

Between the slurping sounds of him teasing her clit she heard him mumble, "Don't worry honey, this shouldn't take you long, no more than one hundred sixty words total." She felt him return his attention to her clit as a finger slid into her wet hole.

He was right, in just a single paragraph she felt the pleasure shoot through her body and she arched her back, grabbing his head and pulling him against her. She ground her pussy on his face for a moment and then settled back onto the bed, reaching to pull him on top of her.

This man was amazing, in less than three hundred words they had undressed and she had climaxed, no man had ever taken her there so quickly. She grabbed his hard cock and guided into her wet opening.

He entered her slowly at first, but as his cock got lubricated in her juices he began moving quicker, thrusting his cock deep into her. Focusing completely on the man, watching his ass rise and fall with each penetration she felt herself nearing the edge once again. Could she... could she... yes, she came again.

She moaned thinking, "Only halfway though the seven hundred fifty words and she had come twice. This guy is amazing."

Suddenly she felt a wide void in her body and she looked at him, whining, "What are you doing?"

"Quick, on your hands and knees, I want you doggie style."

She quickly turned over and prepared herself wondering, "Is he going to make it? Couldn't he come the other way? Was there something wrong? Hell they only had three hundred fifty one words left." His cock slid into her and she felt filled once again.

Wanting to help him come quicker she reached her hand up between her legs and touched his cock and balls as he moved in and out of her. She also let her hand stimulate her clit while touching him and in just a few moments she lost herself in her third orgasm of the evening.

"Oh yeah baby," she heard him say as she came. Hopefully he was getting close, but, taking no chances she continued touching his cock and balls as he fucked her from behind. She hoped it worked because they had less than two hundred words to finish.

His balls were slapping against her now as he slammed himself into her and she could tell he was getting close. She leaned her head down on the bed and moved her hand so she could watch as his glistening cock slid back and forth. Moving so she could see it better, she raised up off one knee until she could see where his cock disappeared into her. She loved how her lips seemed to move a bit with him, folding and unfolding as he moved.

Suddenly, he arched his back, shoving his cock deep into her cunt nearly knocking her down. Catching her balance, she braced herself as he slammed into her once, then again, and then he was still, his cock burrowed deep inside her. She could feel it twitching inside her as he filled her with his hot, sticky cum.

They paused a moment, joined together in the ecstasy, then remembering she called out, "We need to hurry, it's been seven hundred thirty eight words."

He pulled out and they dressed. He quickly kissed her, "Goodbye." 



Quickie



She smirks, biting his lip playfully as his hands creep beneath her skirt. He lifts the tight shirt she'd worn on purpose just to tease him, and they break apart from kissing long enough to lift it over her head. A bra is quickly pushed up; he can't be bothered to fumble with the clasp. Instead, his mouth finds one nipple, his fingers find another, and her hands tug with a little frustration at his zipper. She's able to ease his jeans off his hips, but he gasps when she catches the waistband of his underwear on his cock. She apologizes, kissing and sucking at his neck in between sorries, and he doesn't bother to tell her that it hadn't hurt.

He stops long enough to take off her bra entirely, and it's flung to some far corner of the room. Gripping her hips, he turns her around on his lap, sitting her so that his cock and her (frustratingly still-clothed) ass were touching. When he moves his hips forward, she gets the hint and uses her arms to brace herself and push back. He groans, a hand moving up to tangle in her hair.

"Fuck," he hisses, and repeats it when she stands up. She gives his erection a searing glance and a half-smile, but when she starts to move her body, she watches his face. Moving slowly, hypnotically, she turns around and slides her jeans off her legs, bending over oh-so-unintentionally as she does so. He leans forward to touch her ass, but she gives a warning glare over her shoulder.

"Nuh uh," she says, half-grinning. "Not yet." The underwear, she slips off without ceremony, dropping them to the floor and stepping out of them. With a renewed sense of urgency she turns back around, watching as he takes off his own shirt. She plants kisses from his collarbone down his chest, her tits conveniently rubbing against his erection. He bucks his hips once or twice, until she swats him teasingly on the stomach. "Stop that," she says, giggling a little. "Just wait." She glances up to see the puppy-dog eyes she knew he was giving, and she just rolls hers in response.

A few kisses later she's to his cock, but she doesn't do anything. Instead, she looks up and waits for permission with her eyebrows raised. His own eyes are half-shut, but they open when she's gone about five seconds without touching him. "What're you waiting for?" he says, sounding irritated and breathy and horny all at the same time. This time she goes for it. Her mouth forms an O shape, far too small for his cock, but she has a technique. It's like he's fucking her for real, except not quite. She eases him into her mouth, stopping with just the head of his cock in her lips. He groans like she's hurting him, but the sound changes to quick gasps when she starts to flick her tongue at the sensitive spot on the underside. Her hand moves lazily up and down the shaft of his cock, enough to torture but not enough to get him off, and she sucks and licks at his head until she hears him gasping 'please' above her.

When he begs, she gives in, and sucks at his cock as she takes it deeper in her mouth, swirling her tongue and making patterns as she goes. One hand stays on his erection, moving up and down in rhythm as she bobs her head. Her other hand moves down to cup his balls, caressing and squeezing so lightly—but she knows she's doing something right when his hips jerk forward. Soon they have a rhythm—he thrusts forward as she moves her mouth further down his cock, and he leans back as she pulls back up. His breath is ragged and she's holding hers half the time as she sucks and licks and kisses at his cock, head moving fast, his hands tugging at her hair so rhythmically she's not sure he even realizes he's doing it.

When his erection seems hotter and larger in her mouth, she knows he's close, so close to coming, and so she stops what she's doing, ignoring his protests. He'll like this better in the end anyhow, she thinks, and sucks and licks her own fingers for a second before sliding two of them, and then three, into her pussy. She leans back on his lap, letting him enjoy the view if he likes as she finger-fucks herself for a few seconds, stretching her pussy and making sure it's wet enough to take him without a problem.

"You wanna fuck me?" she asked breathlessly, her voice rising and falling as she shoves fingers into her own cunt. He's beyond speaking. He just groans and strokes himself slightly, trying to stay hard and keep from coming at the same time. The sight of that, and the thought that he's remembering how her mouth felt on his dick, makes her smile and turns her on more. It's more than she can deal with without help, so she straddles his legs and wraps an arm around his neck, using the other hand to grip his cock as she lowers herself onto it.

It's not much pleasure for her at this point, because she hasn't built up a rhythm, but he tosses his head back. He's miserable because of the pace she's using, going up-and-down in-and-on on his dick so slowly, but it feels so good to have his cock in hot, tight, wetness that he has to think of football to keep from coming. After a second she's got the movement right, though, and she's riding him, angled so that his cock hits her G-spot, making her gasp obscenities, and there's pressure on her clit with each thrust, and his hips are thrusting to meet her.

And then there's a few confused moments of movement and he reaches up to play with her tits, tweaking her nipples and pulling her down so he can suck and bite on them, still fucking her and being fucked ruthlessly. Somehow, unusually, she's coming first—the tightness around his cock gets tighter, and she's still moving up and down. He'd swear it's like fucking a virgin all over again when he times it just right, plunging in just as her muscles are tensing. Riding the orgasm out like that makes her legs shake and she moans, and before thirty seconds has gone by, she's rubbing her own clit and fucking him again, until she has a second orgasm that's quicker but more intense than the first. This one, she simply spasms around his cock, and it's enough to drive him over the edge and back. His lips are on her nipples but he moves to her shoulder and bit down, a little bit hard, but they both moan and he finally comes in her pussy.

He leans back, reclining on the couch and pulling her to lay on top of him, still inside her. She pants a little and wipes the sweat from her upper lip, kissing him once, intensely as she always did right after sex. He plays with her hair absently, and she lays her head on his chest. They know that very soon they'll have to separate and clean up. He can only hope for a little shower sex.



Quickie



"Hi honey!" I cry as I enter the house at around noon on a Wednesday. "I just came home to grab a file I forgot this morning." I chuck my purse roughly on the chair by the front door and practically kick my shoes off before bolting down the hallway for the office.

"God, you would not believe the morning I've had," I carry on, knowing he's somewhere in the house and probably rolling his eyes at me. Sometimes I really wish I had the option to work from home like he does. "First Marjory tells me she can't stay all day so she's going to miss the meeting this afternoon and then Bill kindly informs me that I had the numbers on the Markum file wrong."

I dart into the office at the end of the hallway and head for the broad wooden desk, fishing out the key for the filing cabinet. Then I leap to the front of the cabinet, fiddling with the tiny keys until I get the lock open, still yelling about my morning at the top of my lungs.

"So I start to review the numbers and Bill is actually right for once! But of course, when I try to recount, I don't have the entire workbook. That's why I've driven like a bat out of hell on my already shortened lunch break so I can get home, get the file and still make it back with time to recount and make it to the meeting."

"Unbelievable," a male voice interrupts, scaring the wits out of me and I spin around to see my husband standing in the doorway, stark naked.

I laugh helplessly and blush furiously, all at once. He is perfect to me and after all this time, I still feel a twinge in my stomach at the sight of him without any clothes. I shake my head and turn back to the filing cabinet, desperate now to find that file and get back to work. I know what'll happen if I don't escape as soon as possible. But I'm utterly distracted by the sound of his breathing and the sudden feeling of his warm body pressing against my back.

"Honestly," I whisper, my voice almost entirely lost to the husky timber of desire.

How does he do it? I wonder. How does he manage to flick my switch every time?

"I don't think I have time to stay long," I go on and lean back against his firm shape with a sigh, knowing the battle is lost before I've even started.

His warm chuckle stirs the hair at the back of my neck and sends a tingle coursing through my entire body.

Oh, I'm completely at his mercy now and he knows it, damn the man.

"I don't need you to stay for long, love," he murmurs and he's leaning so close now that I can feel his lips brushing against my ear.

I shiver again and drop my hands from the cabinet, reaching back to touch him

"Now you're getting it," he says with another laugh.

Then he grasps my shoulders, spinning me around and pushing me roughly against the filing cabinet. His hand closes on my chin and our eyes meet in heated passion before he kisses me, lips separating mine a split second before his tongue brushes mine. I can no longer keep my eyes open and my lids slide shut as I moan against his lips, reaching up to hold on to his shoulders.

"Mmm, you taste like donuts," he murmurs against my lips, drawing a laugh from mine.

"You taste like coffee," I reply and groan as his hands slide up under my blouse.

"Do you think anyone would notice if you came back wearing a different shirt?" He asks a second later, gazing down at my heaving chest.

"Why?" I ask curiously, following his gaze.

He grins at me and I open my mouth on a protest a second too late. He rips my shirt, popping the buttons from their places and splitting the blouse open so he has free and easy access to my breasts.

"You bastard," I gasp as he leans down and closes his lips over one nipple, tonguing the sensitive tip through the fabric of my bra.

He says nothing, only brings his hands up to slide the straps of my bra down off my shoulders. Then he reaches into the bra cup and scoops out my breasts, murmuring praise to them like they have done something good. I laugh again and lean back against the filing cabinet as his mouth captures one naked nipple, laving the tip into a perfect hard nub.

"Oh god," I moan, digging my fingers into his shoulders and curving under him, loving the feeling of his erection pressing into my belly.

His hands drift down to my ass as he suckles on one nipple and then the next. I lift one leg, allowing him better access to my backside and then I jerk against him as his fingers dig into my crack.

"I bet you're already soaking wet for me, aren't you?" He growls against my throat, abandoning my breasts for the moment.

I shake my head feebly, at a loss for words as he works his fingers more against me, digging into the fabric of my pants. He makes another inarticulate sound against my skin before grabbing hold of my thighs and lifting me. I gasp and hold on for dear life as he spins me around and then props me up on the desk.

"I don't like these pants," he says, staring down at me as I lean precariously back on the desk surface.

"You told me you loved them!" I reply and protest as he yanks at the button fastening the waistband together.

"I love your ass in them," he concedes, still jerking on the pants until they are sliding down over my legs and dangling off one foot. "But I love this even more when it's uncovered." This he says as he cups my moist center. Then, "I fucking knew it," he exclaims proudly before thrusting a single finger inside.

I moan loudly, letting my head loll back and reaching down to hold on to his shoulder as he works another finger inside. I feel his mouth come back down on one nipple, sucking it roughly and nibbling lightly on the tip.

"Oh yes," I whisper, lost in the sensations of his hand and mouth on my body.

"Yes what?" He replies, lifting his head from my chest and staring into my eyes with such desire that I can't answer.

So he grins and withdraws his hand from between my legs, making me whimper helplessly in protest. But he drops from my sight and I feel his breath on my thighs as his hands run up the backs of my calves, caressing the sensitive skin behind my knee moments before he licks me from the bottom of my wet pussy to the top, where he sucks teasingly on my clit.

"Holy shit," I breathe, trembling all over from his attentions. I am never tired of what he does to me, even after four years of marriage.

He's not listening to me, I don't think. He's concentrating on making me even wetter, licking me and stroking my clit with his thumb. His tongue slips between my pussy lips, tasting deep inside. He presses harder with his thumb and flicks his tongue inside of me, tickling my inner walls. I buck against his mouth, crying out loud at how good it feels. So he presses harder, pinching my clit roughly for a second before stroking it in slow, light circles.

He slides his tongue out and once more laps at my lips, drinking in every bit of moisture that escapes from within. Then he sucks my clit into his mouth, suckling roughly for a second before pushing two fingers inside my hole. I shriek at the twin sensations and grab the back of his head, holding on for dear life.

"Oh god, yes!" I scream, writhing under him, focused on his mouth and hands while trying desperately not to fall off the desk.

As though sensing my dilemma, he abruptly releases me and rises. He gently slides his arms under me and draws me down to the carpeted floor. Covering my body with his, his mouth meets mine and I can taste myself on him as he pushes his tongue between my lips. I suck on his tongue, savoring the taste and knowing that he is even more turned by that.

His hand drifts down my body, squeezing a breast and massaging my abdomen lightly before pushing between my damp curls. His fingers deftly tickle my clit and I wrench my mouth from his to gasp in pleasure. But his other hand rises to capture my face and hold me under him as he ruthlessly shoves his tongue into my mouth again. I wriggle underneath him, so close to climaxing that I'm unable to lie still.

And I want to feel him inside me as I come. So I reach down between us, searching and exultant when I find the hard cock throbbing between our heated bodies. I stroke him, feeling and loving each bump and vein. He jumps in my hand, just a little and I grin against his lips, knowing that I do to him what he does to me.

His hand moves from between my legs to circle mine over his erection and together we stroke him, our tongues matching the movements until we're practically on fire.

"Now," I moan against his lips. "God, I need you inside me now."

"Fuck yeah," he agrees roughly and together we draw his cock towards my dripping hole.

With a low groan, he buries himself inside of me, rocking all the way in once before drawing back. I reach around and cup his ass, begging him to push into me again. He obliges, sliding languorously back inside. But he is still in control and I am helpless as he pulls almost all the way back out, following up with quick, shallow thrusts.

"You're killing me," I bite out between gasping breaths.

He merely chuckles and presses his lips to my chin, lapping at the sweat that has broken out there. Then he licks along my jaw, tasting all of me, all while continuing to drive me insane below.

I pull harder on his backside and lift my legs to cradle him. He slips lower between my legs and I feel his cock a little deeper.

"Yeeeessss," I hiss out in satisfaction, lifting my hips to get more of him.

One hand moves from my face to my side, trying to hold me down so he can still have his way with me. I protest, moaning loudly and digging my nails into his ass cheeks. He groans and pushes me down with both hands now, lifting his face from my neck and glaring at me. I bite my lip in contrition that he knows isn't genuine and a grin breaks out across his handsome face.

Reaching down, he slips his fingers between our bodies and strokes my clit, making me press my head back against the floor. I inhale sharply as he presses harder. My nipples are painfully hard, reaching up and he bends low, sucking one into his mouth. He switches quickly to the next one, still teasing my clit with his hand. And still his thrusting is rapid and not nearly deep enough.

All of a sudden, he sinks all the way in, bringing our bodies together with a jarring slap. I yelp and he captures the sound with his mouth, stroking my tongue with his. I open for him, letting my lips open wide and dropping my legs open further to get him as close as I can.

He begins to thrust deeper, with purpose. He rubs my clit harder, short brutal strokes that have me writhing under his body. His mouth his fierce on my breasts and I know I'll probably have a mark there. I don't care though. I care only about the cock between my legs and the man in my arms and the way he's making me climax right now.

I lift off the ground with a long, low moan that I'm certain isn't possible. Every part of my body tingles and my toes curl as a slow pressure is suddenly released in an incredible wave. His thrusting continues, pushing me beyond moaning and into mewling sounds of passion that I didn't know I could make.

"Yeah, come for me," he groans, lifting his head from my breast and watching my face as I buck with my orgasm. "I love watching you come."

I can't speak words; I can only smile and hold on to his shoulders as his hips slam against my body over and over again. I know he is getting close and I can still feel the tremors shaking my entire body as his pace increases.

Reaching down, he pulls my leg up until it is trapped against the side of his chest. Then he does the same to my other leg, folding me nearly in half and hitting me deep inside with each new pounding thrust. I gasp for air, clawing at his shoulder as he grinds against me, rubbing my clit just so. I can feel the pressure building again and I close my eyes, letting it wash over me as our skin slaps together. He is moving very fast now, a heated mass between my legs and I cry out as he tenses, spilling everything he has inside of me.

He pushes into me a few more times as our mutual pleasure coasts along. Finally he allows my legs to unbend and stretch out on either side of him as he leans down and kisses my mouth tenderly.

"I love you," he murmurs.

"I know," I reply and laugh out loud as he tickles my sides. "I love you too!" I say to get him to stop tickling me.

But he doesn't and I'm laughing still.

"Why do you...do this...to me?!" I manage to get out between bouts of giggles.

"I love the way it feels when you laugh and I'm inside of you," he replies with a grin and bends down to kiss me again.

As he does so, I can feel his cock twitching inside of me. I stare up at him in amazement.

"Really?" I ask with another breathless laugh.

"It's you, baby," he replies, nuzzling my neck. "It's all you."

I wrap my arms around him, adoring him, my husband and thankful for all he is to me.

And knowing that I might just be late for my afternoon meeting.

As he moves above me, hardening within me, I shrug.

The Markum file can wait.



Quickie



 

Charlie Harris woke up one Friday morning, glanced at his clock and saw he was already running late. He then glanced down at his erection and being that Charlie was never one to waste a quality erection like the one he was sporting that morning, he knew he had to move quickly. Leaping out of bed, he quickly got dressed and then checked the ribbon on his Underwood typewriter.

"Damn, almost out," he exclaimed, grabbing his telephone and dialing. "Hey baby, you're still there?"

"Good, good, hey I've got something to show you, but I'm in a hurry."

"Okay, okay, I'll be right over," he replied, hanging up the phone, pulling on the rest of his clothes and grabbing his car keys. Glancing at his counter, he realized he had already spent over one hundred twenty five words just getting dressed. Damn he had to hurry.

He drove the long way, knowing there was very little scenery to describe, just road and guardrails and a few other cars. Thankfully there were no blossoming trees or anything like that. After the long drive he screeched up in front of his girlfriend's apartment and rushed up to her door.

Charlie grabbed for the door knob but discovered it was locked, so he then wasted a number of words reaching up, grabbing the ornate brass door knocker with the number four hundred twelve inscribed on it and knocking three times. He then wasted some more words tapping his feet and waiting for her to answer the door.

She opened the door and before she could say anything, Charlie said, "Quick I'm in a hurry and running out of typewriter ribbon, so don't talk. I've already used up almost three hundred words just getting over here and getting you to open the door."

"Now Charlie Harris, if you think you're gonna barge in here with an innie outtie cum fuck you have another thing coming. You better plan to at least let me come."

"Okay but only if you promise to remain still, not to moan out or cry out while you are coming and to limit the pulsations of your pussy."

"I'll see what I can do," she replied pulling off her night gown. She sat back on the bed and watched as Charlie dove in between her legs, immediately pressing his tongue into her.

Feeling his tongue slip into her so quickly, she let out a slight gasp, but then was able to keep herself relatively silent. She just spread her legs wide open and let Charlie do his stuff.

After a few moments she whispered, "Do you mind if I rub my nipples while you do that?"

"If it will make you come quicker, in fewer words," Charlie replied.

She moved her hands to her nipples and ran her palms over then, feeling the electric pleasure move down her body into her clit, which Charlie was now running his tongue over. As the pleasure increased she couldn't help but moan, and the forgetting what she promised, she said, "Yes, yes it's so good."

Without moving his mouth from her clit he shushed her as she lifted her ass off the bed and came. Charlie didn't even bother to shove his fingers inside her to feel her pulsations, he was worried it would take too long. Instead he moved his head and crawled up over her.

He was about to plunge his cock into her when she said, "Wait, you're gonna wait until it's all the way finished, I don't care how many words it takes."

Charlie merely grumbled, "Six hundred words."

After a few moments she nodded to Charlie, who leaned forward and let her guide his cock into her pussy. Without a word, he began thrusting and withdrawing, sliding his cock in and out of her wet pussy. He tried not to think of softness of her pussy, of how good it felt wrapped around his cock, but he just couldn't keep those thoughts out of his mind, wasting almost thirty five words on just one thought.

Just to goad him a little she giggled bit and then moved her hips some but the moving of her hips felt good so he didn't complain, he just kept on thrusting and withdrawing, thrusting and withdrawing feeling the pleasure build up inside of him. He then arched his back and pushed deep inside her, spurting his cum again and again.

Charlie pulled away, put on his clothes and rushed out the door. Wow.

  



Quickie



A few weeks after the incident with Chloe at the business convention I was asked by Sarah Johnson to accompany her and Gwen Stephens to gymnastics meet at the state university. Her daughter, Angie, was on scholarship there. As usual my husband, Steve, was on a business trip and our two sons were away at a weekend football camp. With nothing else to do, I agreed to go with them.

It was about an hour's drive and we chatted away the time. As usual they expressed boredom in their marriages and that they were both sexually frustrated. They envied me and my situation. Both felt that they would like to experience the freedom of their husbands being away for periods of time. They wanted the very same freedom that I was experiencing.

I really do have the perfect life but I only wish that I could squeeze in a little more sexual activity. I would like to do both of these attractive women, put a little spice in their sex lives, but as I have said before, they live to close to home. I have to seize the moment when it presents itself. I need a sexual interlude that does not threaten my marriage or lifestyle.

We arrived on campus and were met by Angie and one of her friends, a girl named Marilyn. Angie was her usual, cheerful, bouncy self and we exchanged several guilty, if not, lustful glances. Marilyn, on the other hand, was quiet. After the introductions she didn't say much and kind of hung in the background. Marilyn wore very little, if any, make up and her dark hair was pulled back in a bun. Her thick sweater and dress fit loosely and appeared to be too large for her. She also wore rather large, horn rimmed glasses and appeared to be what kids now call, a complete nerd.

As the morning wore on we watched the gymnastic competition. Angie was very good. In fact, she was outstanding and won the two events that we watched. As she worked her fine little body and her muscles rippled I could remember licking her cum filled pussy and I even experienced a small orgasm. Beneath my skirt, I could feel the juices soaking my own panties. Well, they were actually Jill's. The ones with the lime green stripes. I have taken to wearing my love trophies, panties, as often as possible.

When it came time for lunch everyone wanted to go somewhere to eat. I was tired and since I never eat lunch anyway, I said, "If it's alright with the rest of you I'll just find a place to rest?"

"I'd like to rest for a while myself." volunteered Marilyn. Those were the first words she had spoken since the introduction. "You can come with me to my room. It's not far from here."

I looked at the frumpy girl and replied, "Thank you. I'd like that."

"The competition starts again at one o'clock." Sarah injected. "It's eleven thirty now, so we'll see ya'll then." We walked to her room, which was in a co-ed dormitory, and was only about ten minutes away. As we walked I asked, "What is your major? Her response in a low, somewhat monotone voice was, "I'm a psychology major." 

"Do you make good grades?" was my next question and, not surprisingly, she answered, "Straight A's." Since it appears that I was going to have to initiate any conversation between us, I continued, "What is your classification?"

"I'm a second semester junior." Was her reply, and that ended our conversation as we reached the dormitory. It was a nice, older building and her room was on the third floor, number 363.

As we entered she said, "You can just sit or lay where you want and relax. Make yourself comfortable. I am going to change my clothing." There was only a desk with a straight back chair, a bed, and one large comfortable looking chair in the room. I chose the chair and as I sat down, Marilyn pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it on the bed. Under it, she was wearing a revealing, loose fitting, red blouse that clung to her surprisingly large breasts. She then pulled down her loose fitting skirt and dropped it to the floor. Under it she wore a red skirt that matched the blouse, and reached to just above the knees of her elegant, well shaped, long legs. I was taken aback and my jaw must have dropped to the floor. She looked into my eyes and saw the lust there.

Stunned, I watched her walk into the bathroom and close the door. I heard water running and in a few minutes she opened the door and walked toward the bed. Gone were the glasses and the bun. Her straight, dark hair hung down to her shoulders, she had colored her cheeks, and put on a little lipstick. Marilyn was beautiful and I wanted her badly.

She plopped down on the edge of the bed, skirt hiked up, with her legs spread wide. Between her long, lean thighs I could see that she also wore red panties. Around the edges dark, pussy hair peeked out. I was suddenly mesmerized as I took in the beauty of this lovely creature and I began to salivate.

I was startled when she asked, "Do you want to lick my pussy?"

I hesitated, but only for a little while, before managing, "Yes.... Yes I do!" 

"Lock the door." She directed and added, "We don't have much time. Let's make the most of it."

I stood up and awkwardly, took the few steps to the door, locked it, and turned around. Marilyn had removed her skirt and panties, and with her hands, had pulled her legs up to her shoulders, completely revealing her beautiful, hairy, dripping pussy. Her red panties had caught on her right knee, and hung there, dangling near her face. God! It was an erotic sight.

Without moving, I asked, "How did you know I would do this?"

"I saw the way that you looked at the other women." She replied. "I read your thoughts through your eyes. I know I didn't look attractive but you never looked at me. Never judge a book by its cover. This is going to be the best pussy you ever had. Stop wasting time. Come now.... Come eat my tight, young pussy"

I love spontaneous, unexpected sex. It is always the best, so I moved forward, dropped to my knees, and without hesitation, buried my entire face into her wide spread pussy. "Ooooh Yees! Marilyn exclaimed. "That's it! Put your whole, beautiful face in my pussy. It's been a long time pretty baby. Lick...me...good!

And lick I did. I ran my tongue along the entire length of her engorged cunt, lapping up the copious amount of cream that poured from her hole. I sucked her salty, sweet juice into my mouth. I pushed my tongue in and wiggled it around. We both moaned. Her scent was heavenly and the taste of her clean, excited pussy almost made me climax. God, I love the taste of a woman's cunt. I sucked and lapped, tongued her, and I could tell from her movements that she would cum quickly. She started to buck her hips and pound her juicy pussy at my probing mouth. I burrowed deeply into her, wetting my chin, nose and mouth with her juices. "Hunh, Hunh, Hunh, Unh, Unh, Unh!" she chanted as she bucked that fine ass in rhythm to my lapping tongue. " Ooooh Shiitt! I...am going... to... cum. All...over... your...beautiful... fucking...face! Marilyn stuttered and then screamed, "I'M CUMMING!" All... Fuckin... Ready!

Oh God! I thought. I love to eat pussy and I love to make a woman cum. Just seeing and feeling her cum made me cream in my panties. I hadn't even worked her clit and she had already cum. This little baby needed some good loving and I was in heaven as I lapped at her steaming cunt. I licked from the bottom to the top over and over, flicking her small bud at the end of each stroke. I feverishly licked all of the nectar that I could find as I probed her hole. I cleaned her pussy as best as I could and then ordered her to, "Get on all fours! I want some of that fine young ass."

"You sure can eat pussy. I knew you would be good, older women always are." She volunteered as she complied and turned over and stayed on the edge of the bed on her hands and knees.

"Like this? I like it like this. I like doggie. Do my ass. Lick it good." Marilyn continued. This, obviously, wasn't her first time.

"Be patient pretty baby." I said as I gave her exposed butt a hard slap that made her delightful ass jiggle. "Ohh God, Yes!" She gasped. "I love to be spanked." I brought my hand down sharply again leaving an angry red handprint. Yes!... OHH, Yes!... Harder. I like it hard." 

"Not now, Baby. I need to look at that fine pussy and ass before I eat some more." I said as I expressed my desire.

I looked at the juicy gash between her legs and found it to be, indeed, beautiful. Her aroused lips were engorged and hung down, glistening with her sexual secretions. I do love to eat pussy, especially hairy ones, and Marilyn certainly had one of those. It was covered with a thick bush that ran down either side. I leaned forward and ran the tip of my nose between those lips and I could feel the hair tickling it.

I raised my head, continued my appraisal of her slit and said, "I love hairy pussies."

Marilyn responded with, "I was worried about that. I haven't trimmed it in awhile. I didn't expect to be sexually active for some time and then you came along and this opportunity presented itself."

Her puckered and crinkly, little ass hole was beautiful and I sniffed it. It had a clean and slightly soapy smell to it. My little darling had washed it thoroughly during her time in the bathroom. I gave it a tentative little lick and she sighed, "Oh God, Yes! This is going to be good."

Emboldened by her words, with a flat tongue, I licked her juicy gash from her clit to her tiny little puckered ass hole. When I reached it I swabbed it thoroughly several times as I drenched it with my salivating mouth.

"This is so filthy. You are one nasty girl. That's it baby, lick my ass hole. That feels so good" She managed. "Oh shit, yes, lick my fucking asshole. Make me talk nasty to you. Make this nerdy little girl say bad words."

I pulled back and said, "Talk nasty baby while I eat. I love your young ass. Keep talking baby girl. Tell me what you like."

I gently nibbled around her little star with my teeth and then I rolled up my tongue and tried to drive it as far as I could up her crinkly little hole.

"Oh Yes! Pretty baby. Tongue fuck that ass and finger fuck the shit out of my pussy." Marilyn demanded.

Eager to please, I twisted two of my fingers on my right hand and carefully slid them into her steaming gash. I slowly pressed them in and out, my wrist rotating with each thrust. I licked and sucked her ass and rapidly tongued it and she began to moan and cried out. "That's it! That's what this nasty girl likes. Tongue...my...ass. Finger fuck my pussy. HARD!...Do...it...Hard... Baby!" She again demanded as she started to buck backwards smashing my lips with her firm ass.

"Hunh...Hunh...Hunh" She grunted then managed, "Oh shit, yes, lick my ass hole. That...feels...so...fucking...good."

Marilyn continued to buck that fine young ass against my face and exclaimed. "God! You...are...so...good. You...really...know...how...to...do...a...girl. I am going to cum again. DON'T YOU STOP! FUUCCK MEEE! I'mmm Cummmiing!"

She slumped forward on the bed and my fingers slipped from her pussy with a squishy popping sound. They were coated with her thick juices and I placed them in my mouth and languidly savored the taste.

"That was so fucking good. You made me cum so much." Marilyn slowly and contentedly whispered. "I've got to taste you. I want to suck your pussy.... Now!"

"Roll over onto your back." I directed. "Let's sixty nine."

As she complied I removed my soaking panties and climbed onto the bed. Facing her feet, I straddled her face and dropped to my knees and as I lowered my dripping gash, she said, "Raise your skirt. I want to see what I'm eating." I hiked my skirt above my waist and completely exposed my swollen, excited cunt for her perusal. "Oh, Miss Betty! You have a beautiful pussy. It's so hairy. The lips are so big. It is the most edible pussy that I have ever seen. Let me have it. Feed it to me."

As I lowered my cunt she grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled me down to her eager mouth. "Oh Yes!" She exclaimed as she thrust her mouth at my dripping pussy. Marilyn sucked my engorged cunt lips and thrust her tongue deep inside my tight, wet opening. She burrowed her face and her hands pulled my hips hard against her mouth. I did not need any encouragement and pushed my pussy down and started to slowly fuck her mouth. God! Her lapping tongue and sucking mouth felt fantastic as they worked my sawing hole. Her nose pushed against my asshole and I thrust and rotated my pussy seeking release. I wanted to cum all over her beautiful young face and I was determined to do so. 

"That's it baby girl. Lick my fucking pussy. Suck it good. Make me cum on that pretty face." 

I wanted to taste her again but I needed to cum first so I concentrated on that and provided encouragement with, "Yes...like that. Lick a little harder. Oh, that's so fucking good. Suck the cum out of my sweet...pussy....Hunh!...Oh!...Yes...Baby!...I'm... almost there. Oh!...Fuck...yes...Baby....suck...that...pussy. Ohhhh...yesss, I...am...going...to cum, Oh...sweet...darling. Lick my pussy! Aaaahhhh...I, mmm Cumminng!

I slumped forward and placed my face in her warm, wet pussy. Spent, and breathing in short gasps I inhaled the pungent smell of her beautiful fuck hole. As I languidly began to lick the thick love juice flowing from her cunt Marilyn stopped licking and said, "Oooh Baby! You cum so much. Can you go again?"

With my face resting in her pussy hair I managed, "I love to cum and I can cum often. What do you have in mind?"

"Turn around and straddle my face." She directed.

I turned around and straddled her beautiful face and bracing myself with my arms I held onto the back of the bed. I lowered myself and spread my thighs wider until I felt her softly lick my pussy. "Now fuck my face. And fuck it hard Miss Betty!" Marilyn demanded.

Aiming to please, I started to move my hips backward and forward in a sawing motion, slowly at first and then moving faster until I was giving her pretty face a really good ride. I was hitting my engorged clit against her nose with her mouth in my pussy and her tongue moving all inside of me. I felt so powerful that I fucked even harder and faster as I felt my orgasm building. I was really stroking and fucking her face so hard, that I no longer cared if I hurt her. My strokes were so powerful and long that her nose was going from my asshole up to my clit and down again, faster and harder. "You like it rough. Do you? I'm...going...to...fuck... that...pretty... face...Offff! I grunted and frantic to cum added, "Oh Fuuuck! I'mmm...about...to...cum."

I stroked a couple more times and screamed, "Fuuck Yees!" I had never cum so hard or long in my life. I screamed again, "FUCK!" and again, "FUUCCK! My orgasm lasted an incredibly long time and I ground my weeping hole down on her face, smothering her. Pussy juice was flowing out of me in thick and copious amounts and I could hear loud, slurping and gulping sounds made by Marilyn's appreciative mouth as she devoured my secretions.

"You cum so much." She observed. "Your pussy juice is so thick and tasty. Sweet pussy juice. I could eat you all day long but we have to go. Let me clean you." Marilyn managed as she continued to lap at my gushing hole and moan as she swallowed my sweetness.

I rolled to my side and said, "Good shit, huh? Unexpected and sudden sex is always the best and I sure didn't see this coming. I wish we had more time but we do have to get back."

Her face was a mess and covered with my secretions. Long thick streaks covered her nose, cheeks and forehead. God! She looked beautiful. "We do need to clean up. Let me help you." I offered as I licked and swallowed the cum that coated one of her cheeks. "I love to eat cum." I added. "I can't get enough and I won't waste this." I continued as I noisily vacuumed my tasty juices from her beautiful cum streaked face.

"You are one nasty bitch," she observed, "and a hell of a pussy eater," she added as she sucked in my cum coated tongue and we engaged in a lingering tongue swapping French kiss. We broke apart and I said, "We better get cleaned up and get back to the meet." 

As we quickly put ourselves back together Marilyn said, "Please don't say anything to Angie about this. All of the girls think that I am totally nerdy and I'd like to keep it that way."

"Why would I tell Angie? I asked.

"I saw the way you two looked at each other and I can tell that you and Angie have been intimate before and probably will be again."

"You certainly are perceptive, and by the way, I want these red panties for a keepsake." I said as I picked them up and placed them and my soaked ones in the bottom of my purse. I'd have to go the rest of the day panty less.

"Love trophy? She asked as we started back to the gym.

"Yes it is." I answered as we briskly walked. "This certainly wasn't your first time with a woman."

"I'll quickly tell you my story" Marilyn volunteered. "My parents were killed in an automobile accident when I was a senior in high school. I was seventeen at the time and my mother's best friend, Erika, took me in. She was married but did not have any children of her own. They were wonderful to me and soon after I turned eighteen she seduced me. I was a virgin. After several wonderful encounters with her, Brad, her husband joined in and together they taught me how wonderful sex could be. It was their idea that I play the nerd while at school so that no one would hit on me. We are from upper New York State and they fly down about once a month and we spend the weekend in a hotel making love. They couldn't make it last month and I was getting horny until you showed up."

"I'll give you my number and if this ever happens again, you give me a call and maybe I'll be able to come and meet you. We'll get a room and really do some loving." I responded as we approached the gym.



Quickie



Veronica was considered very well at what she did for a living. She was single at the young age of 25 and satisfied her sexual thirst with the help of several one night stands spread randomly on her calendar. Veronica worked with a secret government agency and her oath did not allow her to share her stories with any of her friends or family. But little did they know that her job wasn't the only secret she carried with her.

Her years of training had developed in her the habit of waking up at 5 am sharp whether she liked it or not. Not that she complained, as her work hours were much earlier than those of other jobs, which meant she had a longer evening to go out and have fun. After one particularly tiring day of work, she had gone straight to her local bar and got wasted. She had barely managed back home. Next day she woke at 6 am with a splitting headache and a terrible hangover. Considering her lifestyle, this was not an unusual occurrence and she had a remedy developed over the years.

She packed up her work bag and government-issued custom 0.22 pistol and started walking to work. She had a full hour before she had to report for duty and it would take only 10 minutes by taxi. But if she did that then she wouldn't be able to walk through New Oakette. The part of the town mentioned above was informally considered one of the poorest areas in a considerable radius. It was more of a ghetto than a civilized society. Not many people were around at 5 am in the morning, which was exactly how she liked it. She delved deeper and deeper into where traffic was non-existent and the houses where in desperate need of a do-over. She smiled when she found what she was looking for in a narrow alley.

A makeshift bonfire was created there using a barrel and whatever was in it, and curled up near it covered in a torn blanket was what looked like a human form. She went over and rudely kicked the man awake, and had the 0.22 pistol pointed at his face when he came to. She saw to her disappointment that he was rather old; at least 60 years. But then she decided she didn't really have time to be picky.

"W-why are you doing this?! I have done nothing wrong!" He spluttered out. Veronica had no time for conversation either. She said sharply, "You do not speak unless spoken to. Unless you want a bullet through your sorry ass! Now wash your mouth with this!" She handed over some mouthwash. She proceeded to give him a face-tissue to wipe his face with. Satisfied, she commanded him, "Now lie down on the ground face up".

He did as he was told, wondering what this was all about. Veronica pulled down her jeans and panties and sat down on his face before he could do anything about it. She sat facing away from his legs so that she wouldn't have to gaze upon his pitiful form while she sat. She sighed in comfort when she had the familiar sensation of a face being plugged into her ass. Although the tramp had a bushy mustache and a beard, his nose made up for it. He had a very large ugly nose which, when forcefully shoved up her asshole, felt to her like it was custom made for her ass. He tried to remove her from his face, but Veronica put a bullet to the ground so near to his dick that he immediately calmed down. He was shivering while silently taking her whole weight on his face. Veronica knew from experience that this wasn't just due to the chill of the morning. She checked her watch and saw that she still had a good 35 minutes.

After about a minute, the tramp couldn't hold his breathe any longer and started to struggle, but was careful not to bring his hands anywhere near her ass, for fear of losing his manhood, although he had no recreational use for it at his age and status. Now you should know that Veronica wasn't the sadistic type. She just needed her quickie to ease her hangover. She let him breathe more or less immediately when he started to struggle. She moved up to his chest and explained to his terrified face that all she needed was a quickie and that he would be left alone as soon as she was done. He nodded fervently. "Good" she smile and sat back on his face, this time much more relaxed. She didn't bother to balance some of her weight on her legs as this was always a buzz kill. 

She felt him move his tongue into her vagina and immediately moved up again, cursing herself for not mentioning it to him before. "er, I'm sorry I forgot to mention this the first time, but you can use only my asshole. I don't want your dirty tongue touching my vagina." If the tramp had any objections, the fear of the pistol took them away from him. She sat back down on his face (this time a little more away from his legs to give him easier access to her asshole) and waited expectantly. In a few seconds, she felt a familiar awakening feeling when his tongue hesitantly snaked its way up her asshole. Then without warning he started to move his tongue back and forth and around inside her. She was again used to this. Men who were forced into doing this were always in a hurry to get it over with, which made them ideal toys for a quickie.

Since his nose was no longer wedged inside her asshole, he could breathe faintly. This meant that Veronica no longer had to get up. She was completely relaxed on his face putting all her weight on it and determined not to get up before she had an orgasm.  

Ten minutes of pure pleasure passed, but Veronica still saw no hint of an orgasm. Also the tramps licking had slowed down and he had started to groan slightly. She knew this was not only because of his tongue was getting tired from continuously licking her, but also because he was getting asphyxiated and because the concrete ground was unforgiving when confronted with the Newton's third law, the action in this case being Veronica's concentrated weight on his face. 

She could let him take a break, but she would lose whatever arousal that she had and starting over would result in the same scenario. She knew what to do in this situation though. She brought her legs together and blocked out whatever faint supply of air that he was already receiving. He started to groan thinking she did this by accident. She informed him then that he can forget about breathing before she had an orgasm. He immediately increased his pace. But that was still not good enough as the man was terrible at it. She deduced that this man probably never had sex in his life and never knew how to pleasure a woman. She thought amusedly to herself that she was doing him a favour.

Another minute passed and his struggling became much more violent. But fortunately for Veronica, he didn't stop his frantic licking. It turned her on to see him kicking and turning while his face was unmoving and licking her ass like his life depended on it. She began to get aroused really fast now. She knew that if she could keep this up for another minute she would have blessed release. But he wouldn't make it. So reluctantly she moved her legs apart for a few short seconds and brought them back together again before he was satisfied. This meant that he got to the struggling state faster. She was again brought to a heavily aroused state. After a minute passed, she knew she needed less than 20 seconds to reach her orgasm. But again, he was struggling way too much. But selfishly, she decided to remain seated. He was now trying to roll around hoping she would fall off, but she was way too experienced to do that. Another ten seconds passed and Veronica knew that the moment was upon her anytime then. He was now beyond reason and tried to grab her off with his hands. But she held his hands down with all her strength. She managed to hold for a few more seconds when suddenly the orgasm hit her. It hit her in waves again and again and when finally when was done she let go of his hands. They had stopped moving. 

She checked her watch and saw that she could still reach work 5 min early. She sat breathing heavily for a few more seconds and then got up. The old man was not moving. She felt his side with her shoes until she came to the point she knew so well. She kicked him there sharply and he woke gasping. His tongue suddenly started to go up and down. She pulled her pants back on and started to leave without giving him another look. Then she turned around flipped a coin into his bowl and then went on her way laughing at her own joke. She got a cab and reached 4 minutes early as her usual bubbly self, sparing no more thought about her morning quickie.



Quickie



In retrospect, it was probably the voice that was my downfall. He had a sexy rumble that seemed to come from the depths of his barrel chest. His slow drawl disarmed me. By the time I realized the devil was hiding in his dimples it was too late. I was already hooked. Weeks later and I find myself standing on his doorstep again.

The door opened. One corner of his mouth twisted up and something in that smile had the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. "Come in." The vibration of his deep voice seemed to hit my clit and I tried not to flinch. His smile broadened and I said a silent prayer of thanks that he couldn't know his effect on me. His hands slid down my arms as he took my coat. 

I expected him to hang the coat. Instead, he advanced on me as he threw the coat aside. I stepped back in surprise and he followed me. Before I could guess his intent he had one hand cupped behind my head and the other gripped my hip. He pulled me to him and nipped the sensitive junction of my neck and shoulder. I gasped and tipped up on my toes. He pressed me to him allowing the heat of his skin to sear me.

He lifted me and had me on my back on the couch before I realized what was happening. I moaned as he lifted my tits out of the top of my dress. He rolled my nipples between his fingers and I couldn't stop myself from arching into the harsh caress. He flipped my skirt up and slid between my thighs. "Yeah, baby." His husky whisper was another caress against my wet pussy. I felt his breath seconds before his tongue flicked over my clit. I was moaning, fighting not to writhe away from the pleasure he was inflicting on me. His tongue claimed me in one long stroke. Slowly, he repeated the torturous caress. I was trembling as I tried to hold my thighs open to the pleasure he was giving me.

He shifted and rolled me onto my stomach. He grabbed my hips and pulled my ass into the air. I tried to rise but his hand on my shoulders pinned me down. My face was buried in the pillow as he shifted himself against my upraised hips. He pressed his cock against my pussy and I whimpered into the pillow. He paused with his cock poised to claim me. "I'm going to fuck you now." I tried to rock back against him but he held me in place. "You're going to like what I do to you. You're going to scream for me, aren't you, little whore?"

I moaned and shook my head. His laugh was harsh. "Yes, you are. You aren't going to be able to stop yourself when I start to rock my cock into your body." He was stroking my pussy with his dick, rubbing my clit until I was squirming. "I'm going to fuck you hard enough to make your teeth rattle and you're going to beg for more."

That was the only warning he gave me before he sank his dick into me. He drove me forward hard and I felt his balls slap me. "Uh!" The force of his thrust drove a grunt out of me. "Yeah, baby. Feel me hit you deep." He did it as he said it and I couldn't stop myself. I made a small sound as he drove me forward. "Louder," he ordered. I had every intention of ignoring him until he grabbed my hips and pulled me back sharply as his dick hammered into me. He was fucking me hard. His cock was slamming into me and I couldn't stop the cries falling out of my mouth. With horror, I heard myself grunting with each rhythmic thrust of his cock. He was stretching me, fucking me ferociously and I felt the orgasm clawing towards my pussy. 

He withdrew his cock and I gave a cry of protest. He had me by the hair and was pressing my mouth down onto his dick. I tasted my own arousal as he pushed into my mouth. "Suck it, my little whore. Give it to me." I was slick, aching with the need to come. I sucked his cock desperately, needing him back inside of me. His hips rocked as he fucked my mouth with shallow thrusts. His hand slid down my back and his hand landed on my ass. I squealed around the cock in my mouth and he laughed. 

I bounced on the cushions as he threw me onto my back. He lifted my ankles onto his shoulders, tilting my hips up as he shoved his cock into me. "Ask for it," he demanded. "Fuck me!" I was feverish, my pussy was contracting around his invading cock. I felt my muscles begin to pulse as my orgasm rose. He gave a deep rumble of satisfaction at my capitulation and took me hard and fast. My back arched and I heard myself scream as his wide cock stretched me roughly and catapulted me into my orgasm. He slammed into me again and again as the orgasm wracked my body. My clit was pulsing and I felt my pussy sucking at his cock as he gave me what I needed. He grabbed me and pulled me tight against him as I felt him splash inside of me. I moaned and he let my legs fall. I tried to shift and he held me in place. "Stay there. I want to fall asleep inside you." I was too tired to protest. I let my thighs drop open and I dozed with his heavy weight on top of me and his thick cock inside me. I had sweet dreams.



Quickie



He slammed the front door shut and charged through the hallway to the back of the small house where his sub would be working in the office. Since she was given the opportunity to work from home that day, he was kind enough to let her sleep in, but left a note with simple instructions.

"Good morning pet,

I will be coming home at some unknown time today, at which I expect you to be in the sheer tank top, a tight thong, and high heels. Your leather collar must be on at all times, and same for your ankle and leather cuffs. You do not need to greet me when I get home, rather, continue with your work...but your pussy must be wet at all times. Be prepared for anything

yours truly,

Sir"

She heard him plowing through the hallway, and thought something was terribly wrong. When she swiveled around on her desk chair, it wasn't long before he came in, grabbed a thick handful of her hair, and pulled her roughly out of her chair hard enough so that she lost balance. She stumbled and waved her hands frantically to catch her balance, but was caught by the wall, her head pressed roughly against the white grains. He yanked her thong up hard, giving her a nice camel toe against her slit, and spanked her pale ass cheek hard. She didn't know what to say, the movements were so sudden, but she spread her legs obediently.

With one hand still grasping her hair, keeping her at full attention, he slid his free hand between her legs and up against her pink lips. He pressed the material from her skimp undies deeper inside, pressing for moisture. Though her panties were wet, she was not as wet as he'd hoped. He released a faint growl under his breath and by her hair, pulled her away from the ground and pushed her straight down. She didn't have time to lock her legs so she could stand, and she fell to her hands and knees. For a moment, he pulled her back up so her arms dangled at her sides, and grizzled into her ear, "you're going to crawl to the bedroom briskly, but with good posture." He bit her neck, enough to make her struggle a little away from him, then pushed her back to all fours.

She started crawling very quickly towards the door, much faster than he desired. He quickly caught up, and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her back hind-side. "What did I just say? Maybe I need a short lead on you to keep you where I want you...we need to practice...but I don't have time for that today. Go, slut. Do it right."

He shoved her forward, and she crawled a little more slowly, dramatizing the movement of her hips for his pleasure. He watched her cheeks push up and down with each movement, her large breasts swaying ever so slightly out from underneath her with each step. On the way out, he grabbed the bullwhip hanging on the back of the door. He liked to keep an implement or 2 in each room in case he should ever need it at short notice. To keep her focused, he let the tapered end slither down her back and over her lovely hump. Her back arched, pushing her ass out more towards him. He smiled for the first time that day.

When she reached the bedroom, he grabbed the chain lead hanging from the wall among other crops and accessories. He hooked his finger into the D ring on the front of her collar and pulled her up. She was allowed to fully stand for only a second before he pulled her back towards the bed in such a way she fell head first toward the covers. As much as he wanted her to take proper form, offer her ass and what she had, he wanted to just take it from her.

He gained a new grip on her hair, exposing her thick black collar. He pushed her head down and to the side so he could hook the chain to it. He could have her wait there while he sought more toys, but he didn't want to give her the slightest moment to think about what was happening. Quickly, he slipped the chain under her body, between her breasts and between her legs, and pulled so that her face would stay pressed to the covers. While pulling the chain with one hand, he shoved her ass forward to gain better access. Both her holes were glistening, she was now soaked. "Looks like someone's all wet from being pulled around like a little pet, isn't she?"

Her cheeks blushed red. She always got embarrassed, and yet even more turned on whenever he pointed out how much she loved the dirty ways he sometimes treated her.

Condom in pocket, and the double-ended snap hooks in another, he was prepared. Her ass stayed in the air as he let go to grab a hook and pull her arms together. Luckily she was obedient, as he didn't have time to deal with her occasional struggling. He clipped her leather cuffs together behind her back with one hand while pulling the chain lead further down, stepping on it so he could use both hands to prepare himself.

He gave her 20 firm spanks on the ass, turning each one a slight shade of pink. He wanted to continue, but knew he was strapped for time. She laid on the bed helpless, though without struggle.

"what a good willing fucktoy she's being today...we'll see how willing she is very soon..." he thought to himself.

He angled her ass up higher, and with practiced aim, he pulled the thong to the side and thrust his thick pulsing cock into her slippery tight pussy.

"MMHMMM" she groaned in pain, not quite ready for his thick head. Her little body tensed against his will and she tried to pull off him. He ignored her body and used both his hands to pull her pelvis back toward him. Her body twisted slightly, her arms falling off to one side. He let himself sit inside for a moment, only to feel the pulsing and fighting her inner pussy walls were attempting. He reached under and gave the chain a little pull, the fluffy covers swallowing her face so she could just barely breathe, and see nothing. When he felt her juices flowing, he pulled out, enough to lube herself with her own juices, and then thrust back in.

He fucked her tight pussy harder as it loosened for him. Her body fell a little more limp, though he kept the chain taught to keep her attention, and her ass in the air the way he wanted it. His legs slapped against hers roughly, he could feel her cervix, his head banging it consistently. She moaned from a mixture of pain and pleasure while he used her body simply for his pleasure. He fucked harder, fucking her to cum...not to please..not to be pleased...but for the simple purpose of release.

Though she was doing little work, her body was sweating, worked by his cock. He thrust harder, pulled her body continuously into his, slamming her, their fluids echoing smacks through the house, but he could not finish as quickly as he thought.

He was almost set off. 5 minutes left before work, he was not about to blue ball himself.

He pulled out, and shoved his fingers into her now loosely spread cunt. He scooped up a couple fingers-full of natural lubricant and forced it inside her ass. He repeated this twice, ignoring her fearful gasps and whimpers. She attempted to kneel away, but he grabbed the clip holding her cuffed hands and pulled her, sliding her back towards him. Finally he started forcing his pussy-lubed cock into her tight anal entrance. She tensed and struggled, but he only pulled on her leash and smacked her ass a few more times to distract her enough to relax...and she did. Her little anus sucked his throbbing cock right up in a matter of moments. He released a semi-evil laugh of triumph while grabbing her hair, raising it slightly so he could hear her better. "That's right, you're just a little fuck-toy today. You have no say, little slut."

He stroked his cock with her ass slowly at first...he wanted to feel every anal muscle squeezing around his cock. He shoved 2 fingers back into her drizzling pussy, and she let out a deep moan. He smiled and began fucking her harder now, using her ass to jerk off his cock. He thrust deep, pulled her ass into him so she could not restrain, and released his juicy fingers so he could tangle his hand in her hair once again. She groaned, screamed, whimpered.He was close. So close. "If you don't quiet down, you'll be gagged for the rest of the day!" He thrust harder, her ass seemingly getting tighter around his cock, her little body helpless beneath him while he took her, took every bit he wanted of her...she had no say, no will here. She was a fuck-toy...

...A fuck-toy he defiled. He pulled out, releasing her chains and main to control himself. He tossed the lubed protector aside, and his cock spat across her ass, up her lower back as her hips fell to the bed.

When the painting of her skin, and deep moaning of the beast had stopped, he reached down to gently pet her tender lips. He could barely feel the heat of her body, for her lips were engulfed and layered by her thick juices. Nonetheless, she felt it and twitched violently, kicking her foot up to her inner thigh to protect her loins. He chuckled to himself lightly. He was impressed how stimulated she now was. In previous encounters it always took a bit of clitoral attention. *I broke her* he laughed inside.

He checked his watch. 15 minutes...not too bad. He clicked her wrists free, her arms falling to her sides, and then tossed her chain back up over her back so that it still was wrapped around her, He straightened and redressed himself. Her right buttock received a gentle kiss before he headed for the door. Before leaving, he turned around to admire his sub.

She was free, yet her body lay there limp, briefly but strongly used, tender holes sore, and her skin, glazed, was claimed by his scent across her back. He knew the next time he walked through the door, she'd probably throw herself at him. He couldn't wait to come back for more.



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Quickie



It was the party that started the whole thing. Justine had been enjoying herself, flirting with the boys, chatting with her girlfriends and having a few drinks. Not many drinks, but enough that she needed some relief later in the evening. So she'd ducked into the house to use the bathroom.

It was a strange house to Justine, and so it wasn't really her fault that she turned the wrong way when leaving the bathroom. She'd only taken a few paces when she realised that she was going the wrong way and turned around to retrace her footsteps.

As she turned her eyes just naturally looked through the open door next to her and she paused, puzzled as to what was going on. Jason was standing there, leaning forward slightly, and then the full scene clarified with an embarrassing suddenness,

Jason was leaning forward with his cock determinedly thrust into a naked girl's pussy. Maria, one of her housemates, noted Justine, while her cheeks flamed bright red. For a few horrified moments Justine couldn't tear her eyes away, but stood there in shock, mouth gaping.

She must have gasped or something, for Jason turned and looked at her. He was laughing at her shock, Justine realised, and then he winked at her. Before she could turn and bolt Jason held up a finger, indicating that she should wait a moment.

While she watched, Jason slowly withdrew from Maria, drawing himself almost fully out and then pausing. With a laugh on his face and a flamboyant gesture, he indicated his erection, inviting her to admire it.

Then, on hearing a squeak from Maria, he slammed back into her, whereupon Maria let out a happy squeal of appreciation. For a few moments Justine stared at the pair of them as Jason played with Maria, while holding Justine in place with his eyes.

Then Justine blinked and bolted, hearing happy little squeals emanating from the bedroom as she fled.

For the rest of the night Justine made sure that where Jason or Maria were, she wasn't. She wondered if Jason had told Maria that she had seen them in action, but decided probably not. Why would he?

She ran into Jason several times over the next week but, apart from smiling broadly at her, he didn't make any comment on the little scenario she had stumbled across.

She had forgotten about the incident by Friday, or if not forgotten, definitely relegated it to the back of her mind. The memory came flooding back when she answered the door, Friday night. Jason was there, presumably calling on Maria, but quite possibly seeing one of the others. She'd heard a few rumours about him and was quite willing to believe that they were all true.

Jason stepped past her into the hall while Justine closed the door. She turned back to the hall and he was still standing there, and she had no room to move. Then he was kissing her, pressing her up against the wall, and his hand was lifting her skirt and pushing her panties to the side and, oh, my god, that cock he had so laughingly displayed to her was pushing into her.

Justine tried to scream in surprise but his mouth was muffling hers, and his cock was surging into her and, in self-defence, her body relaxed and let it come.

Then he was screwing her, thrusting in hard and fast, while her own hips bucked and ground against him. This was not happening, a little voice said. There is no way he has just grabbed you and started raping you right next to your front door, when any of the housemates might appear at any moment.

Oh, yes, this is happening her body shouted at her, desperately impaling itself on that dancing spike. Any sound that Justine might have made was swallowed by Jason as he kissed her roughly, which was fortunate, as she screamed when her climax smashed into her, feeling Jason releasing his seed at the same time.

Then he was stepping away from her, still laughing, damn him, thought Justine as she stood and watched him walk down the hall, shuddering slightly in the aftermath.

"That," thought Justine, as she ducked into the bathroom, "is the fasted sex I've ever had. The man's a maniac. We could've been caught at any second."

Taking her time in the bathroom, Justine eventually joined the others in the kitchen. She absolutely refused to look at Jason. Shortly after Jason departed with Maria, while Justine left to meet up with some friends.

Justine was feeling a little restless that night, and was unable to settle down and just relax with her friends. Eventually she gave up and returned home early. She was sitting in the kitchen, relaxing with a cup of tea when Maria arrived home and strolled into the kitchen, followed closely by Jason. Jason saw her sitting there and gave her a wicked grin.

Maria bustled about, making coffee for herself and Jason, and the three of them sat there talking. Talking a little nervously on Justine's part, teasingly on Jason's and puzzled on Maria's.

Eventually Maria bit.

"Is there something I should know about?" she asked.

Jason laughed. "I'm glad you asked," he said. "There was something I wanted to raise, but I wasn't sure how to broach the subject. You know how last week I took off your clothes and entertained you? Well, we forgot to close the door. When I looked up Justine was standing there watching us."

"I wasn't watching you," protested Justine. "I just happened to be there and the door was open and I couldn't help but see what you were doing."

"Yes, watching, like I said," said Jason. "Now, Maria, I think that it's only fair that you should get a chance to watch while I entertain Justine for a while. Don't you think that's reasonable."

Maria was blushing. "Did you really see Jason and me?" she asked Justine.

At Justine's miserable nod, she giggled.

"God, how embarrassing," she said. "I can just imagine what he was doing at the time." She glanced at Jason, who was sitting there smirking. "Do you really expect me to sit here and watch while you strip Justine and take her?" she asked laughingly.

Justine's explosive "NO" came out at the same time as Jason's laughing assent.

Maria giggled again. "I vote yes," she said, "so it looks like the ayes have it."

Jason rose and walked around to where Justine was sitting, indicating she should stand. Justine felt heat rising within her as excitement began to build, but she held firm, refusing to move.

Jason shrugged, reached down and pulled her top loose from her skirt, lifting it up and over her head. Justine swore at him, but was ignored as he deftly flicked her bra undone and pushed the straps over her shoulders. Justine tried to cover up, but Jason calmly took each arm and slid the bra straps down and off, finally tossing her bra to the side.

Justine sat there helplessly as Jason's hands closed over her breasts, squeezing and teasing them. Knowing that he was going to take her, no matter what she thought, Justine yielded when Jason next indicated that she should stand.

Standing, she felt herself drawn back against him, while his arms circled her and held her breasts, gently teasing them.

"Maria, why don't you help Justine out of her skirt?" suggested Jason.

Giggling all the while, Maria came and crouched in front of Justine. It was only a matter of a moment and her skirt was undone and dropping, and then Maria was pulling down her panties and encouraging her to step out of them.

Maria stepped behind Jason, reached around and undid his belt and pants. A tug and they dropped away, with his underpants following quickly.

Justine could now feel Jason's erection, pressed firmly between her buttocks, giving her uneasy memories of the way he had so suddenly taken her earlier. She half wished he'd do the same now. Then it would be over and done with.

It was not to be. Jason urged her to lean over the table, taking her weight on her hands, while he urged her legs apart. Then he started stroking between her legs, while she shifted restlessly.

Maria was now sitting back, watching and laughing quietly.

Justine felt Jason's cock resting between her legs, while his hands returned to cup her breasts. She could feel him gently rubbing himself against her lips, and despite herself, she was pushing back against him.

She blushed, mortified, when Jason spoke.

"Maria, I think Justine is ready for me. Why don't you make yourself useful and help guide me into position."

Justine could only stare at Maria as she walked around and knelt next to her. She could feel Maria's hands touching her and then she could feel Jason's erection being pressed firmly between her lips. This time, Jason was taking his time. He pressed slowly into her, moving gently deeper, giving her body time to adapt and take him.

Justine gasped, feeling Jason starting to move gently within her. Slowly he pulled out, slowly he eased back in, tantalising her. On he went, with all the time in the world, slowly driving her out of her mind.

Justine writhed against the cock that was delivering such exquisite torture, forgetting about Maria watching, forgetting that she hadn't wanted this, just wanting more.

Jason was laughing softly as he took his pleasure, enjoying watching the way Justine was squirming against him. He could see she wanted more and took a wicked pleasure in denying her, letting her needs build and torment her.

Maria was fascinated. While she'd had her fair share of sexual encounters, she'd never actually seen another woman being screwed like this. She felt hot and bothered herself, and resolved that sometime in the near future she was going to get herself fucked while someone else watched. She wondered what it would be like to be taken by one man while another watched, knowing he couldn't have her?

Justine was pressing herself hard against Jason, trying to encourage him to speed up. After her earlier episode with him, this prolonged encounter was driving her wild, desperate with longing. She groaned as she felt her nerves screaming, calling for relief.

Jason listened to Justine as she groaned, hearing her little babbling pleas as she begged for an end to this. He sighed a little, because this was fun, but it would have to end. He started moving more forcefully.

Now Justine groaned again, but with relief this time as the tempo quickened. Her body fairly shouted its relief as she surged back against Jason's now rampaging cock. Let him hammer her as he liked, she could and would match him.

The two of them came together strenuously, giving and taking, until Justine screamed and shuddered, seizing Jason's cock internally and clamping tightly around it.

Watching the two of them standing there in the aftermath, Maria spoke up.

"Jason, how come you've never taken me like that? It's always been panties down and a quick bonk, even when I'm starkers," she grumbled.

"I think Justine's disapproval inspired me," laughed Jason. "She was so totally shocked when she looked through that door last week."

Justine just threw a look at him and slumped down onto a chair, too spent to even worry about getting dressed again. She still felt little thrills of excitement running through her, and couldn't help wondering what Maria had been think while watching Jason ravish her that way. She hoped it had made her hot and horny, because it would serve her right. Jason wasn't going to be able to fuck anyone else that night.

Justine sighed. Ravished twice on the same night by the same person. The first time so fast it was over almost before she knew it had started and the second taking so long that she'd thought it would never end. All in all, she supposed it averaged out to two normal fucks, but considering everything that had happened, she decided she wouldn't have swapped her night for two normal sessions. It had been interesting, to say the least.



Quickie



I love you so much, Shahnaz. I want our relationship to be about so much more than sex, but I do have to admit that these letters are a lot of fun. Well, at least they are a lot of fun for me to write, hopefully they are fun for you to read. I think they probably are. I don't really have any grand sexual fantasies for you this time though. I'm just lying here alone, thinking about you, and thinking of how much I want you to be here with me right now. I hate when we are apart but it makes it easier if I think about you here with me, so this is what I am thinking about right now Ravi...

I'm imagining you laying here next to me on my soft satin sheets. You're wearing your favorite green top with the spaghetti straps and the matching skirt. We start to kiss, small timid kisses at first then growing to deep open mouthed kisses as our hands roam all over each other's bodies. Your hand finds my cock and begins to stroke it through the thin material of my slacks. My hand slides between your thighs as my tongue slips into your mouth. Our tongues entwine around each other as we search each others mouths. Finally, I can't take any more and I need to move on.

My mouth leaves your mouth and I begin to cover your neck with little kisses. You moan and press yourself against me. I suck hard on your neck, your body tenses and you groan, pressing harder against me. I lick gently behind your ear and I hear you sigh softly. I slowly kiss my way back down the side of your neck as I slide the strap of your top off your shoulder. I kiss my way down your shoulder as I slide your other strap down. I kiss every inch of your other shoulder and then return to your mouth.

I straddle your waist and lay on top of you as we start to kiss passionately, our tongues again searching each other's mouths. Your hands caress my back as we continue to kiss. Your hands rubbing my back through my silk shirt feels amazing as I try to return the pleasure by kissing you more and more passionately. I start to slowly move my way down your body by again covering your neck with kisses and licks. I kiss your upper chest as I slowly pull your top down to your waist. You're wearing a lacy, strapless bra that barely covers your breast. I kiss my way down between your breasts all the way down to your navel. I want so much to go down lower but I want to make this last. 

I tease your navel with my tongue as my hands reach up to massage your breasts through the thin material of your bra. You fingers run through my hair as you start to moan loudly. I kiss my way down to the skin just above the waist of your skirt and then kiss my way back up to your breast. I reach behind you and unhook your bra revealing your beautiful breasts. I avoid your nipples but cover every other inch of your breasts with small kisses as my hands caress your sides. You press your crotch hard against my stomach wanting me to touch you so badly. I smile to myself knowing that this is going to be very good for you. I slowly run my tongue all around your nipples and then I take one of them into my mouth. I flick my tongue over your nipple as I suck on your nipple, then I do the same to your other nipple. After a few minutes of alternating between your nipples your start to push down on my shoulders and I know you are ready for more.

I kiss my way back down your body. When I reach your skirt I go down to your legs, raise your skirt a little and start to kiss and lick your thighs paying particular attention to the inside of your thighs. As I continue to move up your thighs I raise your skirt higher and higher. When I reach the top of your thigh, I roll you over onto your stomach and unbutton your skirt. I slip your top off over your head and then your skirt down and off to see that you are wearing my favorite lace thong. I cover your buttocks with kisses, licks and tiny bites. I tug gently on your thong so it presses hard against your clitoris, vagina and anus which makes you moan, and then I slip your thong off. I pull your buttocks apart and then lay kisses from your tailbone all the way down to your anus. When my lips meet your anus you push up against me and I push my tongue hard against your opening. You moan loudly as my tongue pushes into you and then swirls around your opening. 

After a few moments of pushing my tongue into you and teasing your anus you push yourself up on to your knees. I lick all around your outer and then your inner lips. I slip my tongue inside your vagina to taste your wonderful wetness. You gasp as my tongue first slides into you and you push back against me, wanting me in deeper. I slide my tongue in and out of you until your wetness flows out of you. I pull back and see that your clitoris is fully erect and pushing out of its hood. I gently touch it with just the tip of my tongue and you cry out. I suck your clitoris into my mouth as I slide two fingers inside your vagina and one into your anus. I curl my fingers inside your vagina to press against your g-spot as I continue to lick and suck on your clitoris. The combined stimulation of your clitoris, g-spot and anus brings you to the point of orgasm very quickly. Your moans keep getting higher in pitch and I feel your vagina and anus tighten around my fingers. I know you are at the edge so I suck hard on your clitoris as I press down and rub your g-spot hard. You explode, your body jerking and pushing hard against me. You cry out and I feel your wetness against my face as I lick and suck on your clitoris. Your body shakes until you collapse down on to the bed. I push your legs apart and lick up all of your wetness as I rub your back.

I slowly move up your body kissing your buttocks, back and shoulders. You turn your head to kiss me as you push your buttocks against my crotch. You moan in frustration and say, "Hey, I think you're a little overdressed for this party Ravi."

With a giggle you roll over under me and then push me onto my back. You lay down on top of me, you completely naked and I still fully dressed. I reach up to touch you but you grab my wrist and pin me down onto the bed. "No, Ravi," you inform me. "Now, it's my turn."

With that you start to kiss me deeply, your tongue pushing deep into my mouth. Then you start to kiss the side of my neck as I tilt my head back so you can cover my neck with kisses. As you continue kissing my neck you very slowly start to unbutton my shirt. When my shirt is completely unbuttoned you sit up, kneeling over me, place your hands on my stomach and slowly slide them up my chest causing my shirt to fall away on both sides. You look at my exposed chest and abdomen for a few moments and then greedily move down to suck and lick my nipples. You lustfully suck and lick my nipples as you unbutton and unzip my slacks. You lick and kiss your way down my body as you pull my pants off of me. You then start to kiss and lick the inside of my thighs as you rub my cock through my boxer shorts with both hands. 

Finally, both of us able to take anymore you slip off my boxers and quickly take me into your mouth. You take as much of me into your mouth as you can while you stroke my cock with your hand. With your free hand you massage my scrotum for a few moments before you slide your hand under me. Your tongue teases my cock as one hand strokes my shaft and the other hand squeezes my buttocks. Your hand moves from my buttocks and I feel you place a finger against my anus. You rub and massage it gently as I push against your finger, letting you know how much I want it in me. You pull your finger away and slide it up inside you to wet it and then return it to my eager opening. You stop stroking and sucking my cock for a moment. You just hold me in your mouth as your finger eases inside of me. You know that if you had continued to suck on me I would have exploded in your mouth as you slide your finger inside me. You press down on my prostate and I moan loudly. You go back to sucking and stroking my cock as you continue to massage my prostate.

After a few moments I feel my orgasm start to grow and you stop what you are doing to let me relax for a few moments. Then when you feel I am ready to start again you go back to what you are doing. You do this to me two more times, bringing me right to the point of orgasm and then stopping. The last time you even bring me right to the brink and you have to squeeze my shaft hard to keep me from going over the edge. After that you realize that's enough teasing and you move up my body to kiss me hard on the mouth again. Our mouths open and our tongues begin to explore each others mouths. 

You reach down and grab my hard shaft pushing it against your opening. We continue kissing as you lower yourself slowly down my cock. When I'm buried completely in you, you give me one long hard kiss and then you push yourself up to kneel over me once again. You slowly start to ride up and down on me as I watch your beautiful body. I reach between your legs and start to rub your hard clitoris. You moan and your breathing starts to come in gasps. I reach up to massage your breasts and tease your nipples as your pace starts to quicken. Pretty quickly I have to stop playing with your breasts and grasp the base of my cock because I'm afraid I may explode and fill you with my seed as you quickly bounce up and down on me. I watch your head tilt back and you start moaning as I quicken my pace rubbing your clitoris. You finally cry out and I feel your wetness run all over my cock, scrotum and thighs. Your body shakes hard as you lay down on top of me wrapping your arms around me tightly. I hold you as your body slowly stops shaking and your orgasm subsides.

You rest for a little while and then you push yourself up to kiss me gently. You slide up off of me as my cock slips out of and you climb over to the edge of the bed. You reach into my nightstand and pull out a bottle of lubricant. You squirt some on to your fingers and smile at me for a moment. You turn around and bend over giving me a nice view of your ass. You slowly slip two fingers inside your anus as you gasp loudly. You finger yourself for a little while letting me enjoy the show before you turn back around to face me. You squirt more lube into the palm of your hand and then place your hand against my hard cock. I feel the generous amount of lube squish between your hand and my cock as you wrap your fingers around my shaft. You start to stroke me from the tip of my cock all the way down to the base covering me with the lube. You kneel over me again this time facing away from me. You know how much it turns me on to watch my cock slide in and out of your ass.

You place the head of my cock against your anus and hold it there for a moment. Normally we use a vibrator to loosen you up so I know this is going to be a little painful for you. I want to tell you that you don't have to do this but I want it too bad to say anything. You turn your head back to look at me and I can tell by the look in your eye that you want it too so I don't try to stop you. After looking at me for a second you smile and then push yourself down onto me. You cry out as the head starts to penetrate you, the cries getting louder until the entire head slides into you. You wait a few moments trying to catch your breath and letting the pain subside. Then you push all the way down my cock until it is completely buried inside of you. I'm shocked because you've never done that before. Usually you take only an inch at a time, but I realize that you wanted the pain to be over quickly so the pleasure can begin. You kneel there for a while with my cock deep inside your anus as the pain subsides. I watch you reach up and start to massage your breasts. I rub your back and buttocks as you begin to moan.

Slowly you begin to move back up my cock only to slide back down taking me back into you entirely. You ride up and down on my cock slowly quickening your pace. I watch my cock slide in and out of your tight anus and my breathing quickens. You realize my orgasm is close and you lay back against me. I wrap my arms around you as I feel your back and buttocks slide against me, our sweat causing just the right amount of friction. You turn your head and whisper in my ear, "Cum inside my ass, please Ravi, I want to feel your hot cum fill my ass!"

Those words push me over the edge and I feel my cock start to throb in your tight opening. I reach down and grab your mound pushing you against me as my first shot of cum shoots deep inside you. You moan loudly and then the second shot shoots inside you. My body shakes as my fingernails press into your flesh and I release my load inside of you. I push into you with one last thrust as the last of my cum is released inside of you. You kiss me gently as you feel my cock slowly grow soft inside of you. After a few moments of kissing and caressing each other, we both fall asleep with you laying on top of me and my cock still inside you...well, we sleep for a little while until you wake to find my cock fully hard and still deep inside of you.



Quickie



This was practically a stream-of-consciousness 'quickie' I wrote a few days ago. It's an attempt at seeing what comes when I try to write start to finish without stopping or over thinking it. Hope you enjoy!

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I hovered over her waiting body, my knees near her hips, the heels of my palms on either side of her head. She shifted beneath me and I could feel her heat radiating in our little cocoon bed. 

Her lips were already full, kiss-swollen and open for more. I lowered myself and pressed our mouths together again, lips, tongue, teeth coming together in hungry abandon. She tasted like a better version of me, her mouth the sweet companion to mine. I suckled at her, pressing myself against her - chest to chest, hip to hip - until we couldn't breathe and I had to pull away. 

Cloudy with lust, I gasped my way down to her breasts. Round, pale globes almost flat against her ribs, I pulled one up to shape with my hand, then sucked its big, pink nipple into my mouth. 

She gasped and arched her back, pressing her soft flesh harder into my face. I swirled my tongue around the rosy bud, nipping here and there with gentle teeth. I could smell her arousal now, and I squeezed her all the harder for it. 

I slipped both hands to her ribs and clutched at her, pulling her up from the bed and falling to her other breast in mimicry of the first. I was rewarded with a taut raisin of a nipple, and devoured it wholly. 

I could feel her chest expanding and contracting, breathing heavily into my mouth's ministrations. Crouched over her body, I explored the space between her breasts with my tongue, thumbing her nipples to send shivers down the length of her.

My lips made a trail down the soft plane of her stomach while my hands found their way to her hips. She opened her legs for me and I moved between them, our bodies shifting softly against the sheets.

As I settled back, sitting up on my heels, knees splayed wide between her spread thighs, I looked up into her face. She bit the corner of her lower lip and watched me behind heavily lidded eyes. 

I gripped a hip in one hand and with the other I thrust two fingers in, deep and sudden, inside her slippery heat. Her eyes squeezed closed just as her mouth opened wide and she gave me a long, surprised moan.

As quickly as I'd entered her, I pulled out. Disappointment mingled openly with desperation and she reached down greedily, her fingers tangling in my hair as I lay myself down low at the crux of her sex. 

I took my time, just the tip of my tongue tracing the outline of her desire-puffed lips before dipping down into the slick folds. I tucked my arms under and around her thighs, hands gripping her legs while she writhed, mewling. 

My mouth opened fully to her and I flattened my tongue to rasp it over her, first up through the curling thicket of her apex then down to plunge inside the slit of her opening. She tasted tangy and sharp, the perfect compliment to her hot, velveteen sex. 

I found the pebbled nub of her clitoris and flicked it once, twice, then settled in to suckle wide. Her hips bucked over and over into me and I murmured against her, feeling her tremble and clench in response. 

A thin sheen of sweat formed across her lower abdomen and she groaned, arching her back while I lathed her already overheated sex. 

Two fingers again slipped inside her, this time pumping feverishly in time with her panting. She grew wet, then wetter still and I could feel my own body readying, responding the feel of her desire.

Just as she reached a lilting cry, a chanted Oh God! with increasing urgency that let me know - as much as the flush between her thighs and the painful throbbing of my own phallus - we were ready. 

I flicked my tongue against the opening of her slit one last time, a promise as much as a tease, and then I sat up, rocking back on my heels. 

We shifted quickly and she arched her back up high for me as I pinched my erection at its base, dipping it down so that the head nuzzled just inside of her opening. There was a pause, a moment's hesitation on the brink, and then together we pushed.

Watching her stretch to take me in I worried - like I always worried - that we'd gone too soon. She wasn't wet enough, or loose enough, or I was driving it in too fast. Chin tucked to my chest, I gripped her hips and pulled out just a bit, seeing how I glistened in her juices, oh, oh, then pushed deeper still.

She opened her legs wider and reached down, pausing briefly to brush fingertips across her clitoris, wrapping her thin fingers around the rest of my cock where it emerged from between she and I. 

It was my turn to moan, feeling her push and pull the tight skin over my engorged member as she urged me on, deeper inside of her. Steadily we pushed until I was fully docked, the walls deep inside of her clenching and stretching around me in pulsing, wet arousal. 

I tipped forward, sliding one arm under her back and bracing myself over her with the other, outstretched. She dug her heels into the backs of my legs and we kissed hard, my face still sticky with her own arousal. 

I pulled back and gave a heavy thrust, head bowing low with the overpowering feel of our wet friction. Oh, God.

Another push, this one even deeper. My testicles hung low, and they slapped against her, pulling a groan from deep inside me. 

She was so tight and so slick and so hot all at once, I held on to enough of myself for one more controlled thrust before I tipped over the edge.

Her hands were everywhere on me - scratching down my back, gripping my clenched buttocks, pulling my hair. Her soft body pressed against my hard one, thrusting hard and fast, gasping for breath. 

Somewhere towards the end I raised up, one hand clutching the headboard and the other on her low back, pulling her harder toward me, driving me deeper in to her core. She cried out, over and over, moaning and gasping and demanding harder, faster, and then rewarding me with renewed cries when I gave it to her.

I pumped deep inside her, my slick member flashing, glistening, between us in rhythmic pulse until my muscles tightened deep inside my abdomen and, like being flung off a cliff, I came. 

I barked out my own cry, sudden and straining. Ears roaring, muscles straining, I sat back on my heels, gripped her hips and pulled hard, driving myself deeper against her than I could fit and jerked with the come - viscous, ropey spurts that seemed never ending, while she rode her own climax on my pulsing shaft. 

I was still hard when it was done, the both of us panting and sweating. We kissed and stroked, gentle in the afterglow. I pulled out of her almost all the way and then pushed back in slowly, watching my white come ooze out around the seams where our bodies joined. In and again I pushed with a slowly softening member, still firm and big enough to pleasure her.

She whimpered, sore and bruised sweetly like an overripe peach. 

My thumb found her clitoris and gently I urged her on, sliding in and out of her gently in my thick lubrication. She lifted her hips again, yes, yes, yes, and I arched down to catch her mouth in a kiss and swallow the low moan of her fresh orgasm.

When I was too soft to continue, tucked limp inside the sweet nest of her sex, she kissed me gratefully - lips, jaw, collarbone. We smiled and took our time now, gentle caresses and heavy eyelids, until it was time to part and let sleep take us both.



Quickie??



"Quickie??"

Only two days had gone by since we had last seen each other, but it had been more than a week since we had made love to each other. As I glanced up to see Beauty closing the basement entrance door I smiled and hurried to finish up the task of sorting some plastic clothes hangers from a box of jumbled junk. As she came closer and I moved towards the garbage bin I asked her if she wanted the hangers and she made a kind of facial expression as though she were searching for an answer from the thin air while looking at the hangers from at least 20 feet away. My hand holding the hangers was now a foot from the trash bin and finally she pulled her head up and then let it drop down - signifying a yes, but no verbal sound came from her lovely lips, as those soft red slightly lipsticked muscles had not moved. 

Now within two feet of each other, I held the hangers out in front of me and we both pressed chests with the hangers in between us, kissing softly. I looked her into the eyes trying to read her expression as it was a Friday evening and we had agreed to spend some out-of-door time. Should we kiss a few minutes and head out? Or should we sit down and chat for a while to discuss the evening plans or make out? Her eyes didn't tell me anything even through our gentle kissing had already stirred my insides, making my cock acknowledge that maybe there would be some action.

Pulling two chairs that were face to face against each other apart, I lead the way, saying, "Let's sit down." I sat down in the one that had arm rests and immediately knew my mistake of choosing this chair as she tried to straddle my legs but couldn't due to the arm rests. Pulling her up and backward before she could make a second attempt of straddling me I moved to the other chair that had only a backrest and sat down. She smiled and lifted her dress and cradled into me so that only her panties and my pants were keeping us from having intercourse. I am sure she could feel my cock growing harder and harder every second and I could feel her heat more and more as my jeans were pressed upwards as my thickness grew. In this position there wasn't much we could do other than make small talk and sure enough a few moments of tongue kissing made us too passionate for each other to venture out, and soon we found ourselves in the back workshop.

Feeling the passion of the moment but also knowing that we didn't have much daylight left of the evening, I asked her bluntly, "Let's make a choice now - go outside or stay in."

She replied, "A quickie will be just fine." 

We haven't ever had a quickie. Our love making sessions for the past seven months had always lasted more than two hours. I thought to myself, "Alright, some passionate hungry kisses, tossing her panties off, then getting out of my pants, leaving my shirt, socks, glasses on and leading her to the sofa and getting down into her in the missionary style and having a quickie would be just great." As she had told me, it was the feeling of passion, the penetration, the physical touching was what she craved. Not always the climax.

As we hovered over the sofa, she ordered me to take my sandals off my feet and as I sat down on the sofa, I could see she had taken her own shoes off and was already tossing her shirt onto the shelving in front of us. As I stood up after taking my sandals off I saw the beauty of her curves with a charcoal bra and small panties standing before me. Together, our lips as through a magnet was attracting them began French kissing and I could feel her hands reach downward to unbuckle my pants.......

Flash forward...... After minutes of passionate kissing, feeling each other's bare flesh and teasing each other's sensitive privates, making her more wet and me more hard, I asked if she could straddle me as I no longer wanted a quickie, I wanted her to ride me... to feel my long thickness inside her. She obliged and reached down to spread her vagina lips and took the top of my cock head and swished it up and down, opening herself wider and wider and then lowered her hips allowing my cock to softly open her wider and plow upwards into her. 

I moaned as I felt her tightness and she said, "I have been deprived of sex, I need it badly." 

I replied, "I feel your tightness. Take me; pleasure yourself in any way you want." She rode me for a long time - in different speeds, different positions, different rhythms, different pressures, and after perhaps 20 minutes of this she was sweating and tiring. I thought to myself, "Tonight's one of those nights when my cock is long, really hard and thick and best of all it's not so so sensitive that I am going to reach climax easily." 

She had stopped while still cradling me, so I began blowing hard breaths of cool air directly at her glistering chest, cooling her off and taking in the pleasure of her facial expression of, "Aaaahhh that feels good." After a few more breaths and still feeling my cock deep inside her but soaking as through it was a sponge, I thought I'd withdraw and see how much of her natural lubrication was covering my cock after this prolonged period of wonderful intercourse, so I asked her to move upward, and allow my cock to come out. 

I watched as my cock came out tremendously long and thick and fairly glistering in her moisture. My cock flopped on my tummy and I reached to run my hand down the shaft, feeling the moisture. Deciding I'd like even more, I quickly moved out from underneath her, went to a drawer and found some store purchased lubrication and brought it over and together we moistened ourselves.

"Now, Babe, take me again."

With so much lubrication I glided easily inside, and she began playing with me, raising her hips way upward until it was as through the only thing that was inside was a quarter of an inch of the tip of my cock and then she'd move downward and together we could feel a tearing stretch as the length of my cock reached the top of her ovaries and beckoned to go further. Again and again, more teasing followed... Realizing that we could go on and on doing this all evening, I decided it was time to climax myself and perhaps I would be able to break the tradition of her not climaxing due to a difference in her cervix from birth. She was vibrating hot heat from her chest and arms, and her open mouth and eyes lost in the pleasure made me hope this could possibly the time she would climax before me or with me. I reached for her shoulders to use as leverage to bring her down hard, like a hammer, pounding my cock deep inside her, and pulling her shoulders upward soon helped us to get a hard, fast, beast-like rhythm which made me climax, shooting my semen up into her. 

After I fully climaxed, I still kept thrusting her, but slowed down and down until I sensed her stop moving along with my shoulder guidance. She sat on me and I whispered a question, "Any chance you climaxed before or with me?" 

Her head moved from side to side and she mouthed, "No. But it felt so good."

We cleaned our juices up using paper towels and lay back down to hug each other, taking in our breathing motions and body heat. I asked her, "Would it be okay if I gave you an oral tongue lashing climax?" She said she'd like that but it was up to me as I'd be eating my own cum. I replied, "I can certainly do that," and guided her down to the sofa, onto her back. I reached for a floor cushion to put under my knees, and then feeling comfortable I pulled her thighs towards my side of the sofa and then began breathing soft gentle breaths of warmish air onto her vagina lips. Knowing there would probably be lots of semen deep inside her I decided to just tease her clitoris which was about even to the surface of the top of her vagina lips. I put my tongue directly on top of her clit and began licking it very softly, just the tip. I glanced up to see her facial expression react with pleasure as I continued to lick, a few more licks, and then I pressed my tongue downward inside to separate her vagina lips just around her clitoris and began moving my tongue from side to side. Continuing this with occasional more blows of warm air, followed by a few gentle hand taps and soft drumming of my finger drums, followed by new tongue circles of her clitoris, I changed my rhythm to some harder tongue lashes and wider circles and then hard cross patterns. Soon she began squirming, and her stomach began to tighten. 

Sensing that I was doing great but also sensing that she needed something more, I began entering my finger inside her, just one finger to the outside just below her clitoris area with a few inward, outward thrusts. Then, wanting her to feel my excitement of sensing her arousal, I reached farther inside and began thrusting circular and forward patterns, over her rumble of pebble-like bumps. Soon I felt her body temperature rise quickly upward while my tongue and finger both did their duty and she moved away, beginning to close her thighs signaling me to move out. Wanting to tease her more, to give her more, I tried to stay inside but she closed her legs on my head, so with a smile, I moved out and looked up towards her face. Her face was buried under a pillow and her melted body lay limp, beautifully limp as her muscles vibrated from the climax.

I looked her over - and wanted her even more.



Quickie



For B…

It’s late at night. I can picture you at your computer, having just gotten out of a long, hot shower, the day’s aggravations and stresses completely washed away. You’re relaxed and your skin is warm and a little damp still. Every muscle in your body is loose and comfortable. You’ve wrapped a soft dark cotton bath towel around your waist and your hair is down and loose against your neck. You’re checking your email one last time before going to bed, making sure you didn’t miss any important messages from friends and family. Upon entering your email, you see nothing new in your inbox. You decide to read through the messages you’d received and read through earlier in the day. There are a couple of messages from each of your sisters, telling you about their lives on campus and crabbing about certain Professors they have for classes. Your father sent you a copy of the building plans for a new garage he wants you to help him build in back of the house when the weather gets warmer outside. (This elicits a grumble out of you and a few choice words.) You read through a message from your brother, and check out the latest picture of your nephew, who just had a birthday. You come across the message from me. The one with the provocative picture. With one hand on the mouse and a smile on your face, you open the message. My smiling face and naked breasts appear on your screen like magic. Your smile widens. You’re not sure why I decided to send you a picture like that out of the clear blue, but you’re not complaining. You look at the picture, seeing my long blonde hair, soft, pale skin, and even paler pink nipples. Your other hand is…elsewhere. Without looking down, you move your hand through the folds of the towel at your waist until it touches your cock. It twitches to life immediately.

With your eyes on the screen, your hand begins to slide over your cock, circling the head in light, quick circles. Your hand slides across the length of your cock then. You’re gentle at first, enjoying the vicious tingle that races up your shaft to your balls, then more firm as you feel yourself starting to get hard. Your breathing deepens. You shift your position slightly in the chair. You let your mind wander and remember back to a rickety old front porch you once knew a long time ago. Seems like another lifetime, doesn’t it? Warm Summer nights, faint breezes carrying the scent of lilacs up to a second floor porch, citronella candles burning in the dark to ward off mosquitoes, long conversations with me that went nowhere and everywhere at the same time,…deep, slow kisses against the corner pillar where neighbors could see us if they happened to look out their windows. 

As you remember, your hand moves along your cock faster, harder. Your eyes close suddenly, your breathing harsh in the quiet of your house. A low moan bubbles up from deep in your throat. You feel the hard, hot cock between your legs, pulsing…aching for release. You’re remembering how it felt to have my warm, wet mouth wrapped around you, licking quickly, sucking you deep into my throat as your fingers tangled themselves in my hair. Your thumb brushes the tip quickly…back and forth, pre-cum all over your hand. You’re getting closer to that release. 

In your distant memory, you hear my voice, gasping softly in your ear as you drive me crazy with your touch on sensitive places on my body. Your memories are vivid as you remember how my body would slide against yours when I got excited, breasts teasing your rock solid chest. You remember how my hands would come up and tangle themselves in your hair, pulling your mouth down to mine for heated, passionate, tongue-tangling kisses. You recall how I’d moan into your mouth when your hands would come up and gently tweak and play with my nipples through my cotton T-shirt as we kissed. With a low growl and a final solid stroke of your cock, you explode into your loosely cupped hand, moaning loudly…succumbing to the waves of pleasure running wildly through your body.

After a few minutes, you collapse back in your chair, panting, opening your eyes. My picture is gone, your email long closed. You don’t know how that happened, and chuckle softly. Time for bed. As you stand up, the towel falls from your hips to the floor with a soft sound. You barely notice…



Quickie



It was beautiful summer evening and very warm. Vicky was dressed in a flimsy blue floral summer dress and it was obvious to anyone who managed to catch a sight of her when she was backlit that she was not wearing anything underneath. She was not normally quite so uninhibited but even the thought of wearing no knickers made her feel so deliciously hot that she had eventually after much indecision left them off. It had been worth it because she was feeling deliciously sexy and knowing her boyfriend Brad had spent most of the night with a fairly prominent bulge in his pants because he was so hot for her made her even more so. 

Vicky had been teasing him since he had picked her up earlier, keeping him horny but allowing no more than kissing and a subtle groping. The groping was so that he could know that she was wearing nothing more under her dress than her perfume. She had whispered to him on several occasions how sexy she was feeling and how she was looking forward to later on. They had gone to a local pub to have a bite to eat and a couple of drinks. Brad had been fairly unsettled most of the time they were there. He had not seen Vicky for several days as they had both been so very busy at work. All Brad wanted now was to go back to one of their flats and enjoy some time alone having long slow delicious sex. 

Finding out that Vicky had nothing on under her light dress had been a surprise. He had not expected Vicky to be so daring and the way she kept nibbling his ear and whispering suggestively how badly she wanted him was keeping him at a constant state of arousal. She also kept allowing her hand to find its way to his crotch where she would lightly touch him when she thought nobody was watching.

'Shall we go?' Brad leant closer to Vicky and whispered in her ear. He was stroking her left leg, lightly running his hand between her knee and thigh, teasingly allowing it to creep under her dress until she would place her hand over his stopping him. Sally was finding herself getting more and more turned on as the night progressed. She wanted so much for Brad's hand to continue up her thigh until it reached her wetness. But she was keen to continue making Brad wait; his own obvious need for her was such a turn on.

'But Brad we are having such a good time here.' Vicky laughed at Brad's expression. 'Don't you feel like another quick drink before we go?'

'Vicky, if we stay here another minute I don't think I can be held responsible for my actions.'

Vicky looking wide eyed and feigning ignorance asked him what he meant.

'You sexy wench, you know exactly what I mean,' he laughed. 'You have me so turned on I am in pain. If we don't leave now I am going to have you over this table and I don't care if the whole pub watches. The choice is yours.'

'Wow, I didn't realise.' Vicky reached her out hand and laid it over the bulge in Brad's chinos and squeezed gently. 'This is all because of me?'

'Right come on.' Brad stood up and taking a firm hold of a laughing Vicky's hand led her out of the pub.

As they passed the next table a pretty blonde girl, who would have heard the two of them talking, looked directly at Brads crotch as he walked passed, she smiled at Vicky before saying. 'Looks like enough there for two, if you want a hand?'

'Oh I am looking forward to taking care of this myself.' Vicky giggled as she quickly passed.

As soon as they had left the pub Brad pulled the still giggling Vicky towards him and crushed his lips against hers. Brad's hands gripped Vicky's bottom as he held her against him. Needing no further encouragement she ground herself against him enjoying the feel of his erection hard against her. Their bodies moulded against each other as they kissed deeply for several minutes before they breathlessly broke away form each other. 

'We had better get back soon, before we get arrested.' Vicky panted.

'My place is closer and have I told you how incredibly sexy you are?'

'Oh I think that he is making that plainly obvious.' Vicky said tracing Brad's erect cock through his chinos.

Vicky and Brad decided to walk home through the park instead of waiting for a taxi. It was still warm even though the air was getting heavy and threatening rain. 

They had only been walking for a few minutes, half of that time spent kissing, when the rain started. Within seconds it was raining harder and harder until it was belting down furiously. Vicky and Brad looked at each other before laughing out loud. Her light summer dress was soaked through and was clinging to her body, her nipples painfully erect because of the sudden cold were straining against now almost see through material. Brad already feeling hornier than ever thought Vicky had never looked so sexy. 

'Well we can't get any wetter,' Brad said as he again pulled Vicky to him and he started kissing her neck and shoulders. Completely oblivious to any possible passers by he ran his hands all over her body, caressing, stroking and squeezing. He turned Vicky so she was facing away from him as he continued kissing her shoulders. She allowed herself to sink back against him as his hands cupped her breasts and capturing her nipples between his thumb and index finger he teased them as he continued kissing along her shoulder.

Vicky moaned as she felt Brad's hands working their magic on her. She was feeling so turned on she had to lean back against him for support or she thought she would fall over. As she pushed back she could feel the hardness of Brad's erection pushing against her. Her legs felt weak, she was not sure they would be able to support her body weight. Brad's fingers on her nipples were sending bolts of delicious electricity through her body, it felt as if her clitoris was somehow attached as it seemed to pulse in time with his manipulations. 

The rain beating down on their bodies and the fact that they were outdoors and could be caught at any moment only added to the excitement. Vicky let out a long low moan as one of Brad's hands made its way down the front of her body and slipped up under her short dress to caress between her legs. She involuntarily moved her legs wider apart to give him greater access. She thought she would scream as his hand came into contact with her pussy, she had never felt such undisguised lust as she pushed herself against his hand.

Brad cupped Vicky's pussy allowing his middle finger to slip between her folds; he was amazed at the hot wetness he felt. With the long slow build up during the evening Sally was already so turned on he knew she did not want to wait much longer. As soon as he touched her clitoris Vicky gasped and thrust herself against his hand. Brad kept up a steady rhythm with his fingers until Vicky went very quiet and very still before suddenly he felt her convulsing as she had her first powerful orgasm. He held her tightly with one arm around her waist as he felt her shuddering against him. His other hand still busy caressing her pussy and fingering her clitoris. 

Still facing away from him Vicky reached behind and deftly undid his chinos and unzipped him. She was still gasping as his fingers kept up stimulating her clitoris drawing her closer to another quick orgasm. Never had she cum so fast or felt so turned on as she was now. She managed to get a grip on his chinos and quickly tugged them down, only stopping as they got caught. 

Brad removed his grip from around her waist and helped her to drop his chinos and boxers to his knees freeing his painfully erect cock. He pushed Vicky's back so she was bending away from him then took hold of his cock and guided it towards Sally's pussy where he held it against her. 

On feeling his cock touch her, Vicky immediately pushed backwards taking him all the way in. She gasped at the pleasure as he started to move slowly in and out of her, his finger was still rubbing her clit bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm. 

'Yes! Harder, Brad, hard and fast. I can't wait, quickly before someone comes along.' Vicky gasped. 

Brad kept the pressure on Vicky clit as he started to pump his cock deeply in and out of her. After the continual teasing and seeing Vicky so turned on he knew he would be pushed to last very long. As he felt Vicky reach between her legs and run her hand over his balls then continue until he felt a finger probing his ass hole he knew he would not last very long at all.

Vicky felt the orgasm building up as Brad's cock pumped in and out of her hitting her g-spot and his finger worked magic on her clit. She felt for and located his ass hole and managed to slip her finger in as she felt her orgasm exploding within her. 

As Vicky's finger slipped into his hole he felt and heard Vicky's orgasm hitting her. He could not stop his own orgasm as he drove himself furiously in and out of her a couple more times before cumming deep within her.

Brad stayed deep inside Vicky as they both shuddered and gasped at the amazing orgasms they had just experienced. After several minutes Brad's cock slipped out of Vicky and she turned and throwing her hands round his neck kissed him hard. 

'Wow that was something else.' Vicky giggled.

'You are not kidding, what a way to end an evening.' Brad agreed, as he quickly zipped himself up.

'End an evening? I think we had better get back to your place. If you think I am going to settle for one little quickie, then you can think again or are you not up to any more? Vicky laughed teasingly. 

Brad grabbed Sally's hand and quickly led her back to his place.

'You wait until I get you home, you'll have so much sex you won't be able to walk for a week.'

'Promises, promises.'

They both laughed.



Quickie After Class



Note from author: I really am a florist and part time instructor at our local college. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Don't forget the feedback, please vote, and thanks for choosing to read this.

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As she lugged the last of the cases of flowers from her car to the loading dock she took a last look up at the sky. It was a bright and clear spring evening, just about dusk. She enjoyed the smell of the hyacinths that were blooming nearby, and inhaled deeply. This was followed by first one sneeze, then another two in quick succession. "Hmmm," she mused, "always three sneezes. Damned allergies." 

Her everyday dealings with certain allergy triggers were inevitable. Easter time was the worst, with the lilies and hyacinths, followed closely by the pine and spruce, and other Christmas greenery. Who would deliberately choose a vocation they were allergic to as their profession? Yes, it had been her, Chelsea Laslow. She was first a full time florist by trade, then an instructor part time at the local college. This kept her in close proximity to the culprits that wreaked havoc on her nasal sensitivities. 

A screeching bird nearby brought her out of her stare at the neatly planted rows of flowering bulbs, beautiful in their pinks, reds, oranges, and yellows as the sun started to set over the distant hillside. She drug the boxes through the door, two at a time, then over to the elevator to get to her classroom on the third floor. She wished she hadn't forgotten the dolly again. As she waited for the elevator, she grabbed a bottled water from the vending machine, then hauled everything into the classroom. It was usually a biology lab that she was assigned, since she would need access to a water supply to condition the fresh items they would be using throughout the ten week course. She sorted through the design elements, counting equal amounts for each of the students. After she had all the materials separated for them, she went back to park her car in her assigned space. Even though there would be no deliveries or the need for anyone else to use the dock, she still wouldn't feel right just letting her car block it. She grabbed her books and locked the doors, taking one last look at the darkening sky.

As she entered the classroom for the second time, she saw a few of the students already getting their buckets of water and tools ready for the evening. They stopped to greet her, continuing to chat about what they did in the past week among each other. They usually included her in the conversations, but tonight they didn't. It seemed odd, but she dismissed it quickly, instead placing her things on the elevated desk and workspace at the front of the class. She silenced her cell, and got out her colorful dry erase pens that she would be using to illustrate things on the board for which they might need a visual aid. Next, she got her notes out to write the assignment for next week in the left corner on the board like she always did for them. 

Every Wednesday she had to erase the formulas and math equations from the boards that were left there by the calculus class that met immediately before hers, so she grabbed for the eraser. The calculations were always in black, but tonight when looked up to the board from the eraser's ledge, she was surprised to be met by a sea of blue marker. As she looked at the image, something looked familiar, yet unfamiliar, or maybe just out of place. She took a step back to get a better overall view, then turned her head first to the left, then the right. A gasp emerged form her lips which everyone else heard. Her hand covered her mouth before she quickly pulled it away, reaching down to grab the eraser that had fallen to the floor. The class became silent. Her face grew a deep red blush, and she promptly erased the image. 

She turned to the class, which were mostly middle aged or older women. With her face beet red, she said to them, "I am so sorry you had to see that. I apologize that I hadn't seen it when I first entered with our things, or it would have been gone already." They started to chuckle, after 12 weeks of classes with her, they knew she was easily embarrassed, and then continued on with their tasks. 

She could not believe someone would have the nerve to recreate that particular piece of art work on her board. She tried to compose herself and write their assignment, but found she was having quite a bit of difficulty transposing the words from her notebook onto the board being this flustered. She vividly recalled seeing the image years before. 

*** 

She and her husband were just dating then, and on their first date. They went out with friends the night before and were introduced through them. They got along really well, and made plans to go to the museum after a Sunday brunch. As he walked alongside her, she paused in front of a huge canvas all in blue. There were various shades of blue, but it was truly monochromatic with no other colors but the faintest hint of black or white present on it. She viewed the soft and flowing lines, standing up close to take in the motion of the brush strokes. It was easily fifteen feet by twenty in size. Blue wasn't her favorite color, but for some reason she was drawn to it.

David stood at the other end of the exhibit hall, just observing her taking in the painting. She was clearly intrigued by what she thought was abstract art. In reality, and if she had stepped back to see the entire expanse at once, she would have seen the museum patrons along with the security guard looking at her amusedly. She was up close and personal with an electric blue replica of a vagina, in its full glory, complete with clitoris and droplets of dew. The close up image was so large that there was none of the legs or torso evident on the canvas. The only object on the entire thing was just the huge pussy, and she was staring straight at it, for an inappropriately long time.

"Chelsea." It was a long while before he finally called her name. The people were all still watching her, looking to him to see what would happen next. "Chels," he called to her again, "back up about 20 feet and look from that angle." She turned her head slowly toward him. She had been an art student with over four years of high school courses and two years in college classes. She was so lost in the lines, movement, and balance of the abstract work that it took her a second to snap out of it and do as he suggested. 

She looked behind herself to make sure there was no one in her path before turning to the painting again. She slowly backed up, seeing the picture shrink in front of her, gradually viewing the whole thing. As the subject matter came together in a cohesive form to her, she said in a voice a little too loudly, "Oh my God!" 

Her face flushed bright red, and her eyes darted directly to him while her hands flew to her hot cheeks, her heart pounding in her chest. A look near horror had shown on her face as she barely heard the snickers and laughter of those who stood immediately around her. He could hardly contain himself as he walked over to her to put his arm around her. Was she really this naïve? It was things like these that he would remember and burst out laughing at inopportune moments later.

"When I suggested our date for this morning, I thought we would get to know each other a little better through the conversation. I had no idea the trip here would be so much more enlightening. I didn't know you were so into the female anatomy, Chelsea," he said to her, still chuckling. "Maybe you should explore that some other time in the future and hopefully in a little more private place."

"You know I couldn't possibly tell from that close what it was!" she snapped back at him. His eyes danced with laughter as he leaned in, wrapping both arms around her giving her a hug. She sighed now as her embarrassment started to fade slightly. "I didn't think that's what it was," she said a little softer, her head lowering into a pout at her predicament. 

"You don't have to be embarrassed at it. I just thought it was comical because from the vantage point I and the others had, it looked like you were ready to crawl right in there and get up close and personal with it."

"Real funny," she replied swatting him on the arm. "I can't believe you let me stand there like that with all of these people around. What must they think? And on a Sunday after they all have been to church!"

"Judging from their reaction, they thought it was quite humorous, just like I did."

"I think we should move on to the dinosaurs now. I have seen enough of this exhibit for today." He hugged her tightly, still smiling, and they turned and went on about their day. 

Later in the gift shop as they were picking out a few souvenirs, he spied a postcard replica of the painting. While he was holding the ones she had already chosen to purchase, he slipped it in between as she fished some cash out of her purse. He erupted into a fit of laughter as she later flipped through post cards of "Starry, Starry Night," "The Scream," and other favorites back at his car, and then came to his selection. 

"I can't believe you got me to buy it. You know, you really are incorrigible, David."

"Yes I am, and now you know something about me, too." Maybe soon you'll find out something as interesting as I now know about you." Well, he had her there. She slapped his arm again, then started to laugh along with him. 

*** 

She finished writing the assignment on the board and took a deep breath before turning to face the class. She gathered her thoughts as she shuffled the papers on the desk and got into the lesson of the evening. She soon forgot about the drawing as she the lecture period proceded. She finished the theory portion of the class and let the students know that they could take their fifteen minute break after which they would reconvene and start the hands-on segment of the class. The students got up to stretch or go to the restroom as she grabbed the cell phone out of her purse and walked toward the stairwell.

Reaching the door to the stairs, she turned it on, hit the speed dial for his cell, heard the ringing signal, and waited for him to answer. "Hello, is everything okay?" he asked. She had never called him in the middle of a class before. "Um, yeah, I think so. Where are you right now?"

"I'm at the carwash at the minute. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just felt like I needed to check in with you."

"Well, everything's good here. Are you done for the night already?"

"No, we're just on our break. I am only half way through. We are due back in about ten minutes to start the project. I'll have to clean up after that and then I'll be home."

"Regular time then?"

"Yeah. Done at 9:30 and home by 10:00," she told him. "Well I better get going. See you soon."

"K," he said, "love you."

"Love you more. Bye." They hung up and she slid the phone into her pocket and returned to the classroom. She was still puzzled by the drawing, but didn't feel like it was him. He would have been laughing and mentioned it if he had something to do with it. Maybe one of the art classes was doubly booked and they used hers, or something. She remembered the day that the bio lab was scheduled for the same time and place as her class, and since they had already started their slicing and dicing of some poor, dead creatures, she had gladly moved to an extra room in the library for the night. She quickly put it out of her mind.

The ladies started their fresh arrangement. It was a one sided asymmetrical triangle in shape, made with primary colors. They used dark blue delphiniums, red carnations, and yellow chrysanthemums. None of these were overly fragrant so she had no additional sneezing outbursts because of them. As they wrapped up for the night, she reminded them of the homework and that there would be no classes after this evening for a week because of spring break. They gathered up their things and said their goodbyes to her and each other, and wished each other a nice week off from class.

After they were all gone, she looked at the floor and sighed. She wasn't sure if Henry was working tonight, and really couldn't leave the mess they had made for the custodian to find next week. "I'll just run to the restroom, and get a broom and dustpan out of the closet beside it," she thought to herself. As she walked out the door and into the hall, she thought she heard someone behind her. 

She whipped her head around to see, but no one was there. She waited a few seconds, but nothing. Things like that really gave her the creeps. It was at this time she realized that the other classrooms were already empty around her. She smelled a familiar fragrance in the hallway, but didn't recall the scent immediately. Her nose was probably just playing tricks on her tonight. Still, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell, making sure she had available just in case she might need it. She had a major case of the willies now, and didn't want to chance it. 

She continued down the hall, and got the broom and dustpan out of the closet and leaned it just inside the door jamb of the restroom doorway. She went in to use the toilet, finished, then went to the sink. She scrubbed the green floral stains off her fingers with the crappy institutional soap, scrubbing her ever-present "green thumb" and then dried her hands. She walked toward the door and stopped in her tracks. 

She knew she had put the broom in the doorway so she wouldn't forget it on her way back to the room. It wasn't there now. She was kind of freaked out, and her heart rate increased. She opened her cell and had her fingers ready. She cautiously peeked out looking up and down the hall. Of course she saw nothing. She looked into the closet and there they sat. The broom and dustpan were in there just looking at her. Well, maybe she was mistaken and just thought she gotten them out already. She grabbed them and headed to tidy up the room.

As she turned the bend, she noticed the floral boxes were set outside the room in the hallway. She scanned the corridor for the white haired custodian or his cart, but came up empty. "Henry, are you here?" she called out his name. The custodian didn't answer. "Henry?" There was still no answer.

"Okay, it's time to get the heck out of here," she said to herself, trying not to sound too weirded out at the happenings. She gathered her purse, books, and the boxes of leftover flowers and headed to the elevator. "Shit," she said aloud, stamping her foot, "all this and I forgot to sweep."

She turned around and went back to the room leaving her stuff waiting at the elevator. She hurriedly swept up, then returned to broom and dust pan to the closet. When she got to the elevator, she panicked. Her things were not there. Now she was scared. She was sure someone was here. She ducked into the restroom and tried to calm herself. Should she call home and talk to David, or call the campus number and hope security would answer? She really didn't want security coming to rescue her over nothing. 

"I'll just call David and talk to him while I'm walking out and everything will be okay." With that, she dialed the number. She thought she heard footsteps in the hallway and ducked into the first stall. She was shaking now. The phone started to ring on her end. At the same time, she smelled that familiar scent again. "Oh, God, David, please answer," she whispered. She heard another ring tone, coming from the hall. My God there was someone out there right now. Maybe it was security checking. Maybe it wasn't. She was too afraid to investigate.

"Hello, honey," David said on the phone. She could now hear voices outside the door. 

"David, where are you right now?" she nearly croaked into the phone.

"Funny you should ask, I am wondering the same thing about you. Didn't you say you would be done at your regular time?" he asked. "Why are you whispering so weirdly into the phone? What's wrong??"

"I think there is someone in the hallway outside the restroom I'm in and I'm scared." She then told him of the strange things that had happened tonight. 

"Okay, Chels, don't get mad. Just go out of the bathroom and look into the hall."

"I don't want to!" she said. "What if there really is someone out there?"

"Yeah, I think there is someone out there. Just go out and see."

"Stay on the line with me," she said uneasily. She opened the door of the stall and crept out into the restroom. She snuck to the doorway, as quietly as possible, and tried to get the nerve to look out. 

"Chels?," she heard from her phone, "are you still there?" He took the few steps toward her and closed his phone.

As a figure came into her peripheral vision, she exclaimed, "I can't believe it was you!" A wave of relief washed over her. Then she was mad. "You ass, you scared the shit out of me!"

"I am so sorry, honey," he said as he held her and rubbed her back trying to suppress a laugh. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to surprise you tonight. You know how I am always teasing you that I am 'doing the teacher,' and I was going to try to get a quickie with you in the bathroom tonight. I figured with everyone being away on Spring Break, it would be pretty deserted, and you might be up for it. We must have missed each other in passing. I saw the broom and cleaned up for you and already took your stuff out to your car. I decided to help you get done a little faster."

She was so relieved to hear that it was him the whole time that she leaned in and gave him the biggest hug she could. She smelled his cologne as she did and then recognized the scent from earlier. He wrapped his arms around her asking, "Am I forgiven?" He bent to kiss her forehead. "You know, I really was trying to do something nice for you," he told her sheepishly. Damn, she couldn't be mad anymore, he just looked too sweet smiling down at her with a twinkle in his eye. 

"How did the picture get onto the board? Did you have something to do with that, too?" she asked. 

"If you recall, this is the anniversary of our visit to the museum, so I paid one of the art students here to sketch a quick replica of it in your classroom for you tonight. I thought you might enjoy the memory of it. I love you, Chels."

Her reply was to pull him into the restroom and kiss him deeply. She ran her hands down his back to his waist, then around to the front of his jeans. He returned her kiss, and heated it up a notch. She quickly undid his zipper and button, and then pushed them downward onto his thighs. Not wanting to break away from him, she brought her leg up, then got his pants to his ankles using her foot on the crotch of his pants. He groaned into her mouth, still kissing her. When her hand found his dick warm and already hard, she wrapped her fingers around it, enjoying the feel of him. 

"Chelsea, we need to hurry before they lock us in here for the night." He grabbed her skirt and yanked it up to her waist, pulling her panties down to her knees afterwards. 

"I can't believe we're doing this," she whispered into his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She took one leg out of her panties and hopped up into his arms, wrapping her legs around him to hold on, crushing her mouth against his. He carried her the few steps to the marble counter and sat her on it. She squealed as the cold marble touched her bare ass. It was the perfect height for this, he thought. 

She glanced at his watch and tried to make out the time as he brought his hands up and under her shirt. She could see that it was not quite 9:40, and they needed to make it to the gate by 10:00 to avoid being locked in. He reached into her shirt, flipped her lacy wired bra cups upside-down, and freed both tits in the same motion. He cupped them and pinched her nipples roughly causing her to moan into his neck as she pulled him closer, her legs still wrapped around him.




Quickie After Class



He backed away slightly and brought one hand down to her pussy, running his fingers over her clit a couple of times before replacing them with his cock. He slid his dick up and down her slit coating it with her slippery juices. She hummed her approval, closing her eyes and leaning against the mirror behind her. He continued to toy with her nipple with the other hand, getting another moan from her, when he heard her exclaim abruptly, "David, please just put it in now!"

He willingly complied pushing as far as he could go. She pulled him even closer by wrapping her legs tighter around him. He replaced his hand on the neglected nipple and pinched them both, twisting and pulling. He started to move inside her, a little tentatively at first, then speeding to the point of reckless abandon. "Mmmm, yes, hard like that," she encouraged him. "Harder and faster, please!" she said trying to catch her breath as she ran her fingers through his hair, around his ears, and to his neck, rubbing his shoulders. 

He slowed his pace as he bent his head to kiss her forcefully, and leaned forward to whisper to her, "I'm fucking the teacher, do I get an A for my work?" She squealed as she felt the hot air tickle her ear, and gasped as he nuzzled her earlobe with his nose then sucked it into his mouth. He was pushing her against the mirror behind her, and could see their reflection in it. Across the room was another counter in the same arrangement, giving her the same opportunity. He was finding the view quite stimulating. He knew she was close and that he wasn't far behind her. 

"Mmmmm, so good I'll give you an A+ if you don't stop," she told him. He thrust harder and again quickened his pace. Her pussy started to pulse, then quake with her glorious release. She shuttered, her breathing halted, and her legs shook as she squeezed his cock inside her. She dug her fingers into his shoulders. He growled and tugged at her sensitive nipples causing her to grip him even tighter. She let out a groan, and hugged his neck tightly, enjoying the shuddering movements within herself as she came. He stopped his movements, resting his forehead on hers, feeling their hot breath mingling together.

"Hop down for a minute," he said to her. "I want you to turn around and brace yourself against the counter." She looked into his eyes, knowing that he wanted her to be able to see them together like this as well. She paused just a second, unsure if she wanted to let him go to do this. 

She quickly made up her mind, and jumped down off the counter, turning around for him. He pulled her skirt back up and over her ass, as she raised her left leg onto the countertop. She felt the warmth of the space where she had formerly been, and slid a little to the right to put her leg there. As he aligned himself with her, she caught a glimpse the back of him reflected in the mirror. She saw him stoop slightly, and felt him enter again. She gasped at the feel of him, and looked into his eyes above her face in the mirror in front of her. They were closed as he bit into his bottom lip. As he bottomed out, he opened his eyes to look at her. 

"Tilt your face up just a little for me," he told her. "I want to see you." He started to pull back, just barely inside her now, his hands on her hips pulling her backward and onto him. He plunged in, fast and forcefully, then again, all the while staring at her facial expressions. Her jaw dropped, her mouth hung open, and he took this all in. No sound escaped as she stood there grasping onto the counter, not able to catch her breath. Her head tilted back, her eyelids lowered, and she inhaled sharply. 

She opened her eyes and a moan escaped her lips. He continued driving into her, faster and harder, like he knew she wanted, until he couldn't hold on any longer. He went over the edge, pulling her to him, hugging her with all his might. As he erupted, filling her completely, she looked at him and saw his love for her. He lowered his head and kissed the back of her neck. She reached around to the backs of his thighs and ran her hands up and down, then squeezed, pulling him forward.

A few seconds later they came back to reality. They had to recover quickly, they were running out of time. He adjusted his clothing and playfully smacked her ass then groped her breasts. She slapped at his hands while trying to fix her own clothes. He hugged her, still standing behind her, as they both looked into the mirror at each other. He bent to kiss her ear, whispering that he loved her. 

They stood there looking into each other's eyes in the mirror, with him holding her tightly, and at her with her flushed cheeks, not believing what they had just done...and at the place she worked! He turned her toward the doorway saying, "Let's get going before we get locked in here." He walked through the doorway spurring her into action. She knew they were going to be cutting it close, and hastened to catch up to him.

She grabbed his arm, running a few paces, catching up with him quickly. They ran together toward the slow moving elevator, hearing it starting to move before they got there. Stopping in front of it, she realized it must be Henry bringing up the cleaning cart. She pulled his arm as he reached to push the call button, passing it up in favor of the stairs. 

He pushed the door open wide enough for them both and they ran down the three flights as fast as they could, laughing and holding hands the whole way. They finally made it out into the crisp air, running the length of the building to get to their cars. They paused as they saw the security vehicle stopped beside hers, with David's next to it. There were no others in the lot.

They reached their vehicles, walking at a brisk pace now. The guard was shining his light into their cars, looking at the contents of them before spying their movement. They hoped they didn't raise any suspicion by running earlier. "Everything okay?" the guard asked them, shining the flashlight in their eyes.

"Well, it would be better if we could see to get into our cars," David said to him, still holding onto her hand, his other shielding his eyes.

"Ma'am, are you alright here?" he asked as he kept the light on David. As he did, he glanced at the ground behind her.

"Yes, sir, A-Okay, just leaving for the night. I had a late class and he was helping me clean up. We're just in a hurry to leave so we aren't locked in here." She let go of David's hand to hug his arm tightly so the guard would know she was fine. David just smiled at him.

"Well, alright then. I'll radio ahead to the gate. They're still out there so they'll be able to unlock it for you if they've already locked it for the night. Try not to be so late the next time." With that, he turned out his flashlight, his hand going to his radio to talk to the gate attendant.

They gave each other a quick kiss, and then jumped into their cars. David was the first to go, and she followed. She looked into her rear view mirror and noticed as she was backing up that the guard was bending over retrieving something red off the ground. 

She gasped as she recalled that was the color of her panties, and her hand instinctively felt her crotch. It was then that she realized they must have been dragging along her ankle since she had forgotten and left them there when they hastily tried to right their clothes. Well, I hope he enjoys them she thought, then broke into a fit of laughter. She hoped that David would be ready for round two after the ten minute drive home. She was already looking forward to giving him extra credit for an extra effort.



Quickie ~ Against the Car



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This is from a video I saw on U-Tube of a soap opera that plays in Spain. There is no copyright infringement intended, it's just a short story I feel my readers would enjoy. I am taking artistic license to continue the brief scene that I saw between these two sensual women. This is my version of what happened, what could have happened, what would have happened if I had really been there...enjoy!

I had been angry longer than I can ever remember being. It was hard enough to stay angry but living with the person who made me so angry only made things more difficult. The silence in the house was overwhelming. Why wouldn't she just move out, move on? But did I really want her to? I missed what we had had. I missed what she had ruined with her thoughtless words. I knew she was sorry but this went way beyond a simple apology. She had humiliated me both publicly and thoroughly. Everyone knew about her insecurities regarding me now and I was mortified at how extensive they really were. It wasn't my fault in the least how insecure she was regarding us, it wasn't like we hadn't talked out our problems. We had been together for awhile now and why she couldn't have told me these particular things in private I didn't understand. I realized it wasn't her fault that the mic was on when she revealed and confided them to a mutual friend but now everyone had heard, everyone knew, and I was mortified.

This had been going on for a long time. The awful silences. The avoidance. Even the separate beds. She slept in my bed now, alone. I slept in the guest room. I was miserable. She was miserable. I had tried to talk to her. She had tried to reason with me. Each and every time it had ended in a loud fight with words that neither of us meant but hurt none the less. Maybe it was time to end this. Maybe I should move out. But it was my house! I couldn't take the cold shoulder I was giving her anymore. She had tried, I had to give her that, but I just couldn't get past what she had done. Airing our dirty laundry was one thing, but to the whole squad? Everyone knew now, everyone knew her insecurities regarding me, everyone knew her feelings. Until our commander had shut down the mic they had heard every detail, every word. It had been better than a soap opera and now I was barely speaking to her. 

The worst had come when she confronted me in front of a room full of our teammates. In anger I had struck her. I was horrified at what she had driven me to. I think she was shocked that I would resort to physical violence. I packed quite a wallop and my hand had smarted the rest of the day. The fact that I took her down with that one punch was immensely satisfying and incredibly mortifying. I couldn't face her or the rest of the team who stood there in stunned silence. Her brother had pulled me back in case I wanted more blood and I was shocked enough to let him. I finally shrugged him off and left with my cheeks flaming. It had been the second worst moment of my life. It compounded the embarrassment I felt at what she had revealed.

As I made my way to my car I was on the phone with a colleague who was asking my advice. I put my bag in the back of the hatchback and headed for the passenger side door to drop off the paperwork before climbing in. I had just hung up the phone and closed the door when someone came up behind me and pushed me against the closed door.

"Freeze" she whispered hoarsely in my ear. I recognized my girlfriends voice immediately. Too many passion filled nights had I heard this exact voice to be fooled by her authoritative tone.

"What" I tried to ask and turn at the same time.

"Freeze, your under arrest, stay still or I will have to cuff you" she warned ominously.

She was taller than I was and much more muscular. To be honest I welcomed the feel of her body against mine as she pushed me against the car. I stayed quiet. My arms were far across and on the hood. She took the cell phone away from me and slipped it in the front pocket of my tight little jeans. She spread my legs with her boots.

"But" I tried to get out.

"Shhh" she said as she bucked slightly against me to emphasize that I was in her custody.

"I am going to have to frisk you" she said in her deep authoritative voice but I could hear the undertone, it was the same beautiful voice I had loved and enjoyed.

She started at my wrists with her hands over them and touched impersonally along my arms up to my shoulders. But it wasn't impersonal. It was incredibly sensual. She knew exactly what she was doing. She felt along my shoulders and under my long red hair, was that her nose I felt along my hair burrowing in it's thickness, scenting in the smell of my hair, the smell of me along my neck. I shivered as I thought I felt her nose touch along my nape. I leaned back against my antagonist as she felt along my sides for any hidden weapons. The only weapon I was carrying was my body and I knew she would use it against me.

"I charge you with ignoring me" she whispered huskily as she touched me again and again.

She bent down to frisk my legs, one at a time, down one and up the other side. The warmth of her hand came through my jeans and I caught my breath in my throat at the contact. It was calculated, it was thorough, it was arousing as she came close but did not touch inappropriately. She touched along my entire back, lifting my long hair aside to do a thorough search but the thought of her playing with my hair had me nearly groaning. When she touched my sides and then abdomen I let out a squeak of protest but she ignored me as she checked under my bra for hidden weapons.

"I charge you with abandoning me" she continued as her knowing hands felt my ass through the jeans.

As she searched my hips her hands strayed to the front of my tight little jeans. It was when she began to unbutton them, her body tightly against mine that I let out another squeak of protest.

"We need to talk" I began knowing my body was about to betray me to the one person who knew it so very intimately.

"The time to talk has passed. We tried talking, that didn't work" she answered breathily, obviously affected from what she was doing to me. Her fingers got the first button undone and were reaching inside.

I spun around in her arms and reached up to encircle her shoulders in my arms "you don't want to talk? Then FINE we WON'T talk!" I hissed as I reached up and captured her lips with mine passionately.

She was more than ready for me as she eagerly held me against her between her and the car, my back sculpted itself against the window on the door. I stripped her jacket from her hot muscular body as well as her shoulder holster. She continued at the buttons on my jeans and when that was done she started on the buttons of my blouse exposing my bra which she fervently admired, caressing the cups and what they contained. I was kissing her deep and ardently letting her know how much she affected me as I sucked, nibbled, and mashed my lips against her my tongue sneaking inside to caress, fence, and dual with hers. We traded spit but oh it tasted of the nectar of the gods. She felt so good against me as she strained tightly against me with the car against my back. Her crotch grinding suggestively against mine she aroused me as I wanted her so bad, it had been so long, too long since I had known her body against mine.

As she kissed along my jaw line my head fell back against the roof of the car which only served to give her full access to my throat and neck. I gladly gave her that access which she took advantage of as she kissed, licked, and nibbled her way across and down causing shivers as she made her way to my ear and then across to the other. My breathing was becoming ragged in my throat. 

It never occurred to either of us to be aware of our surroundings, to realize we were in a carpark at work, that we were probably on inter-departmental cameras. We were so aware of only each other, of our overwhelming need for each other that everything else ceased to exist and no other cares were in the world for us.

She plunged her fingers inside my tight jeans now loosened from their grip on my hips by her unbuttoning of them. She flicked aside the scrap of clothing I called panties and her finger unerringly found my love button and gave it a caress. I arched back letting her know I approved. She used her body to hold me up against the car. My leg began to rise to wrap around her hip and hold her there. It also served to give her more access between my legs where her fingers were already seeking out and finding the wetness she had caused there. They began to play with the wetness but this wasn't enough for me. I was in heat, I was in rut, I needed what only she could provide me.

Her lips had traveled down my chest to the V between my breasts. Her nose had inhaled the intoxicatingly strong smell of me, my perfume, and my essence which rose strong between us. She used her nose to nudge aside the silk of my push up bra so she could capture the incredibly erect nipple that stood so proudly through the fabric waiting for her mouth to capture it in it's embrace. I let out a whoosh of sound as her warm lips touched it, her tongue flicked it, and her mouth sucked it in. It weakened my only leg holding me up but her incredible body against mine held me up as I lay splayed against the passenger door of the car. My arms held up the hands that grasped desperately at her shoulders not only to keep me up but to keep her in place, to keep her doing what she was doing so well to my inflamed body.

As she plunged in I couldn't help the guttural cries that were released from my throat. I must have been somewhat aware that we could be discovered at any moment in the carpark. That we just might be on camera at this very moment because my normal screams of ecstasy were muted. It was okay though, the guttural cries seemed to be what she wanted as she played my body more enthusiastically. Her fingers plunged in and out, my body bucked in response, encouraging her to this outrageous display. Her mouth played havoc with my breasts that seemed to rise up and thrust their way into her mouth of their own accord. My body betrayed me, there was no fighting her, there was no fighting this, not that I really wanted to, but it's betrayal was something I would think of later.

She knew my body so well. She changed up how she thrust in me, I never knew the exact spot she would hit, the exact moment she would hit my G spot, the gushing that was coming from between my legs was signaled by the slurping sounds I could hear as her fingers moved in and out rapidly. She knew the combination of what her fingers were doing, her lips and tongue on my nipples would drive me insane. It was a short drive. I went over the edge willingly as my body convulsed, as I bucked and writhed against the body that was causing me so much havoc. It was totally undignified, it was absolutely necessary. I loved every minute of it. It went on and on for a long time, it had been a long time since I had this type of release and my body was squeezing every moment out of this incredibly sensual, incredibly impulsive, and totally erotic moment. If there was a spot above heaven I went to it as she played my body expertly.

As my soul came back down to earth and I became aware of things around me I realized she slowly pulled her fingers from my body replacing my now soused panties before pulling her fingers up to deliberately put them in her mouth and clean them. The sight was so erotic and sensual as I watched with my passion filled eyes. I made no move to cover myself from her amazingly dark and intense eyes. She grinned her beautiful grin and I stared at it bemusedly as I contemplated what she had just done to me. She began to button up my blouse and then my jeans and helped me tuck the blouse back in. I could finally stand at that point but my mind certainly wasn't on the job I had planned to go out to at that moment.

"Now THAT is a TALK we will have to have again" she smiled as she leaned down to kiss me again. I could faintly smell and taste myself on her lips.

She helped to peel me off the car eventually after we continued 'small' talk against the car. Her kisses and caresses helped calm me down. She made sure my brain was back in my head before allowing me behind the wheel. You know, I'm not as angry as I once was....

The End...for now



Quickie ~ Against the Wall



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When I pulled into my driveway I couldn't remember a time I was this relieved to be home. I was bone wearily tired and looking forward to a hot dinner, a hot bath, and a comfortable bed. Working non-stop for days on end was not my idea of a good time and I deserved a well cooked meal, my bath, and my bed. I would settle for the cold leftovers I knew were in the fridge, a hot bath, and the bed...if the cats weren't on it hogging all the space, they would just have to get off. I was too tired to argue with anyone and was working at just putting one foot in front of the other. Driving home hadn't been the best idea but I used most of my reserves of energy on doing it safely. I parked and gathered my briefcase and other things before closing and locking the doors and heading for my front door. As I unlocked the door it never occurred to me to question why it didn't need unlocking and was already unlocked, I was just too tired to notice. I put my briefcase and other things on the table inside the door, which I did every night, and shut the door behind me locking it as a matter of course. I looked up to see my girlfriend coming towards me determinedly with an intense look in her eyes and was surprised when she took me forcefully in her arms kissing me ardently. Any protests I had died the minute her lips touched mine, it had been weeks since we had seen each other properly and we'd missed each other despite the many texts, emails, and cell phone conversations. We were both so busy these days it really wasn't fair to the relationship but we were both determined women and weathered through these interruptions to what was normally a pretty great relationship.

When I would have ended the kiss she was only beginning apparently. My suit jacket was peeled back and off and it fell to the floor. The buttons of my blouse were soon unbuttoned under her expert hands, her kiss made me mindless with need, a desperate desire to be with her to touch her as she was touching me but she brushed aside my attempts to undress her as well and pushed me against the wall taking a step to hold me there effortlessly. Her tongue deeply in my mouth was a welcome invasion, I had missed this woman so and I sucked on it hard. Her passion transferred itself to me immediately and my fatigue vanished magically in her arms. Her hand began to caress my thigh and begin it's slow ascent up my leg. The feel of it was ever so arousing, her hand soft and knowing. As she made her way above my garter held stockings the feel of her fingertips on my flesh had my knees buckling slightly.

"Let's go into the bedroom" I tried to breath around her passionate kisses but was ignored in her determination.

Her fingers continued their ascent and I could already tell that my panties were moist with my arousal. She always has that effect on me. When they reached the V of my legs they reached inside the thong I was wearing and much to my dismay she ripped the material off effortlessly. My protests were silenced under the onslaught of her determined lips and tongue. Her other hand was massaging my breast and gently pinched the nipple to hear my gasp before continuing it's assault.

Her fingers between my legs easily found my erect clit, the moisture surrounding it was soon on her fingers and played with my lips. My traitorous crotch leaned into her hand wanting the contact, needing what only she could bring me. I gasped as her fingers plunged into the wetness deeply, forcefully. Again my legs wanted to buckle but I struggled to stay upright.

The feelings and emotions that were going through my body demanded that we continue this upstairs in my bedroom. The front window was to my right, the closed front door to my left. I couldn't remember if the window had been left open or not and her mouth wouldn't allow me to turn my head and check and to be honest most thoughts had left my head in the waves of passion I was experiencing. I tried though to be the adult here, I really tried.

"Upstairs" I gasped beyond her passionate kisses "we" again I was muffled "should go" but I was given no other opportunity as she pushed me firmly against the wall with her own body, her entire body grinding against mine, making me mindless. It really was a good thing I still had on my blouse and skirt or I'd have been rubbed raw against the wall.

Her fingers began to plunge in and out of me and I was lost. The feel of her deep inside me made want to melt, how I stayed on my feet was a miracle and especially when she began to pet my G spot I don't know how it was possible. My left leg rose up and wrapped itself around her hips bringing her closer as she thrust inside of me. The sounds of the squish from how wet she was making me to the sounds of my groans must have triggered something in her as she increased her assault on my body if that were possible. The feel of her hand on my breast was firmer, the thrusts of her other hand harder and deeper, her lips and tongue more demanding. I was lost, I didn't care if my window was open or shut or if the neighbors could hear my groans and cries or the wet sounds coming from my pussy. They could only be jealous at the animal sounds coming from my home.

There I stood one legged in my living room up against the wall, my one leg wrapped around my girlfriend's waist, my expensive blouse opened to my waist, my Victoria's Secret bra with one breast hanging out and being ardently massaged, pinched, and caressed, my skirt hiked up leaving my crotch exposed and at the mercy of her other hand. My arms were wrapped around her shoulders my hand and fingers in her hair holding her head to mine. I didn't care at the moment. My entire board could have been in the room and I wouldn't have been aware of it. This uber executive was getting royally loved by her girlfriend and while she did attempt to protest it was weak and very quickly suppressed.

As the first waves of my orgasm began to assail my senses I couldn't help but wonder that I was having one standing upright. I had been foolish to think I couldn't have one any other way but in my bed, flat on my back. My girlfriend had always been inventive in and out of bed. This surprise I had to concede was one of the best and as my body writhed, bucked, and sagged against her I could only hope she wouldn't stop and would be able to support my weight as I went limp against her, my arms held on for dear life. Fortunately her picture is beside the word 'stubborn' in the dictionary and she wasn't done yet apparently. It was only a teaser of what was to come. My back was literally up against the wall and as she made me cum over and over again I became delirious in my pleasure, greedy for more, and yet unaware of how many times she drove my body up and over. Only she knew and she wasn't telling.

There was a stream down my stockings and into my shoes and a puddle at our feet when she determined she was finished with me for now. She helped me to the bathroom, I barely remember her stripping the rest of my clothes off me and throwing the shreds of my thong in the wastebin. She helped me into the bath she drew for me and gently washed my well used body. Patting me dry with a huge bathsheet she wrapped another around me and led me to our bed. Admonishing me to not fall asleep she soon brought a tray to bed and we had dinner in bed. I had never even smelled it cooking as I came through the door but then I had been a little distracted. It was a nice hot meal, one I had dreamed about earlier but knew was an impossibility until this amazing woman had come into my life. As she tucked me in and joined me later I can remember thinking I was a little exhausted and no longer just from work. My body felt royally used and I was a willing victim as I fell asleep in her arms.

I will never look at that wall between my front door and the front window the same. The puddle was cleaned up but the memories will always remain. 

The End...for now



Quickie at the Bookstore



It fun being a bi-sexual guy.  I love sex with a woman, but there is, at least for me, something about being with another guy. 

Yesterday I was looking at some porn on the computer.  Pictures of women, usually in playboy type of posses are my favorite.  I like the hardcore stuff also, but prefer the more mild type of picture.  It's funny, but when I start to jerkoff to pics of women, I start to get horned up for a cock...and that is what happened yesterday.

I figured I would take a ride to an adult bookstore in the area here in South Jersey.  I've been there a few times, and it's usually hit or miss.  There have been there many times when it's just a few older guys, who aren't my type.  Those are the days I either take care of myself in booth, or just leave disappointed.  I walked to the video booth area in the back, and see a black guy in a booth with his door partially open.  At first I walk by, giving my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the darkness.  I walk back and look in on the black guy and could tell he was stroking his cock, but it was dark, and he had dark skin, so I couldn't tell how big his cock was.  He motioned for me to come in.  I went in and found out how big he was!  He was already hard and ready to go.  His cock was real nice, probably around 8 inches or so, and thick.  He was watching a gay video, which I wasn't really interested in, but I wasn't here for the movie.  I starting stroking his cock, and then pulled out my cock, which was already hard.

His cock felt great in my hands as I stroked it for a few minutes.  I pulled my shorts down a little more to make it easier to squat down so I could take his dick in my mouth, which tasted great!  I slowly started going up and down on his cock making it nice and wet.  Then, I started working my hand up and down on his shaft in time with my mouth.  I used my other hand and switched from my own cock to his balls.  I could tell by his breathing that he was enjoying it.  After a few minutes my knees started to get a little sore, but I didn't want to stop sucking that big dick.  I could tell he really liked the way I was sucking and stroking because he starting to moan a bit, and I could tell he was getting close.  He then told me he was close to cumming, so I sucked and stroked his cock a little faster.  He also started to move his hips to fuck my mouth.  Then came that final grunt and I felt 2 or 3 nice spurts of cum shoot in my mouth.  I swallowed it all, and loved it.  Some guys pull away after they cum because there cock gets really sensitive, I know I am like that, but not this guy.  I kept sucking what was left out of his cock, and would give a few strokes to get all the cum out.  He finally started to get soft, but I still had to keep that cock in my mouth for a few more seconds before I stopped.   His cock even looked great when soft.

I savored the taste of his cum for a few seconds, got up and jerked my own dick for a bit while looking at this guy's big dick.  He didn't even touch my cock once, which really turns me on.  I love to get sucked and jerked off like any other guy, but this was one of those times where I got off by getting him off.  I didn't need him to touch me.  I just needed him to fuck my mouth.

I pulled my shorts up and left the booth.  I stayed around for a few more minutes hoping another guy would come in, but there wasn't anyone else I was interested in.  I won't just suck any guys cock.  I can be a little picky.  So I just went home and shot a nice load.

Again, I love women, but I also love sucking a nice dick.   Guys at the bookstore either want to suck or get sucked, and I love taking an anonymous load every now and then.  I've also been fucked a few times, and could tell those stories if anyone is interested.  Its fun being bi, because there is always a guy somewhere who wants to get off, and hopefully I am there to help!



Quickie at the Mall Food Court



I was in the food court at the mall just a few blocks from my office. The mall wasn't doing very well since a new, bigger mall and a series of big box stores had been opened at the next exit, and half the stores were closed. The food court itself had lost two more restaurants, and there was a pretty slim choice of lunch options. I got a soggy sandwich from the deli and grabbed a seat.

I noticed her sitting three tables away from me. Dark curly hair cascaded from underneath her hat. I couldn't get a great look at her face as the hat and sunglasses were blocking her face, but I could tell by the shape of her jaw that she was most likely a cross-dresser or t-girl. She was texting someone on her cell phone, a half-eaten salad in front of her. I couldn't take my eyes off her. It wasn't often that I saw a t-girl out in the suburban office parks.

She looked up and noticed me looking at her. She looked away quickly, but I continued to stare. After a minute of avoiding my gaze, she looked up again. This time, I flashed her a smile and mouthed the word, "Hello." She didn't look down. She smiled back, and then removed her sunglasses. With a better look at her face, I was now sure she was a t-girl. We flirted with our eyes for a few moments. I could feel the heat building between us.

I pushed my chair away from the table so she could get a better look at my body. My cock was hard, and a I stroked it a few times through my slacks. She smiled and pushed back from her table. She let her jacket fall open, and I could see that she had a slim, cute body. She looked around, and once she was sure that no one was watching, rubbed her tits through her t-shirt.

She reached into her purse and pulled out a pen. She wrote something on a napkin, and then got up and walked over towards me. He reached my table and let her leg brush along mine. I was staring into her eyes, but my peripheral vision picked up her dropping the napkin on the table. She walked away.

I picked up the napkin, hopping for a name and phone number, but got a bigger surprise. There was a note that said, "Feeling hot? I am. Once you are done your lunch, I will be in handicap washroom in north end of mall. Knock on door. We can have some fun."

I dropped my soggy sandwich. Forget eating. I was ready to go.

I walked towards the north end of the mall. All of the stores down this end of the mall had been shut, so there was no one around. I reached the bathrooms, and knocked on the door to the handicap washroom. I heard the door unlock, so I turned the handle and entered.

The t-girl was there. She already had her pants off, and was wearing just a t-girl and a pair of black panties. Before I could say anything, she grabbed me and kissed me. Her tongue dove deep into my mouth. My hands reached down and cupped her ass cheeks in my hands. They were firm, the kind of ass you could bounce a quarter off. 

She reached down and stroked my hard cock through my slacks. Soon her hands were undoing my belt and fly. She pushed my pants down, and they fell around my ankles.

The t-girl dropped to her knees, and removed my boxer shorts. She took my cock in her mouth, and started to deep throat me. I pushed towards her, sending my dick as far down her throat as I could manage. She gladly took it all.

I pulled out of her mouth. She looked up at me and said, "come on. Fuck my face!" I grabbed the back of her head, and was soon thrusting myself deep into her mouth. She expertly took my full cock. I thrust in and out. Soon spit was running down her chin, but she didn't mind. She just kept deep throating me.

My thrusts were getting fast, and I was getting close to ejactulating. She pulled herself off my cock and stood up. "Save some of that energy for my ass," she said. She walked over and took a condom out of her purse. She put it on me, and then rubbed some lube on my sheathed dick. She pushed her black panties off her ass, lubed herself up and leaned up against the sink. Grabbing me by my dick, she lead me inside of her.

I pushed myself all the way in, and started to slowly stroke in and out. "Fuck me fast. Fuck me hard. Take me," she said. I started to pump in and out of her as fast as I could, making sure that I was pushing the full length of my cock in her ass.

"Oh yes," she screamed. "I'm a dirty slut. Pound me like the dirty slut I am."

I'm not usually one for the dirty talk, but she seemed to want to hear it, so I started whispering in her ear as I fucked her. "You are a dirty little slut. You like getting pounded in the ass. You love it, don't you. Tell me you love to have dicks in your ass," I said.

"I love it. I love dicks in my ass," she panted. I was pumping so hard that she was coming up off the ground on my in strokes.

I pressed her up against the sink and said, "You like fucking in a dirty washroom, don't you? You like being as slutty as you can be. I bet you'd fuck every guy in this mall, and still want more dicks in your ass, wouldn't you?" 

"Yes, I want a million dicks. I want every dick in this city to violate my tender little ass. I want to get fucked so hard and so often that I can't even walk anymore."

"They'll just wheel you around in a wheel chair with your legs strapped in the air and your asshole, dripping with cum, open for anyone to fuck. You'd like that. I'll push you around and let every man have their way with you." The image of this t-girl with her legs in the air and ass open was pretty funny, and I almost laughed, but she just moaned and panted and kept saying, "yes," so I kept a straight face.

I grabbed her hips, lifting her and thrusting deep inside her at the same time. She feet dangled off the ground.

"Oh fuck, I can't take anymore," she said. I thought for a moment she wanted me to stop, but she pushed her panties down her legs and started stroking her hard cock. "God, it's so good. Fuck me hard," she implored me.

She bent over the sink, supporting herself with one hand and jerking herself with the other while I drove her from behind. She grunted, and spewed a load a white cum all over the sink and mirror. I quickly followed with one final deep thrust into her, and filled up the condom with my semen.

We sat there for a moment catching our breath, the t-girl still bent over the sink and slowly stroking her cock while I kept my hard but spent cock in her ass. Once we were less winded, I pulled off of her. I sat on the toilet, stripping off the condom, dropping it in the toilet and cleaning myself off with the toilet paper. 

The t-girl quickly pulled back on her panties and jeans. She grabbed her jacket and purse, and with a final kiss on my forehead said, "thanks, that was just what I needed to get me through the rest of the afternoon." She unlocked the bathroom door and left.

"Wait, I didn't get your name. I'd love to see you again," I called out. The door was already closed, though. I quickly got on my underwear and pants, but by the time I was out of the bathroom, the t-girl was no where to be found.

I went to that same mall food court every day for the next month hoping to see her again, but she was never there. Finally all the shops in the mall closed, and the food court was no longer an option. I still have the napkin with that t-girl's message on it, and I still hope that some day when I am out at lunch, I'll look up and see that beautiful black curly hair again. 



Quickie At Walmart



One of the perks of being a loss prevention officer at Walmart is that I know where all the cameras in the store are located. I'm security for the entire store, only I don't wear a uniform like the guards we occasionally post at the front door as a visible deterrent. Nope, I am that six-foot-tall, raven-haired, brown-eyed, downright pretty and well-dressed, deliciously curvy and stylish young Middle-Eastern woman you see walking around the store, pretending to shop while secretly spying on you. My name is Amina, and I'm your worst nightmare if you want to steal from Walmart. You've been warned.

The store where I happen to work is located in one of those so-called sketchy neighborhoods. In the City of Ottawa, that's code for "place full of minorities". Trust me, I know all about the racist codes that white folks use to describe the people they don't like. I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Lebanese Muslim immigrant father and a Pakistani mother. I'm technically a minority but I often get mistaken for Greek or Italian even though I consider myself a person of color. I get to catch racist white folks with their pants down since they never guess that I'm a Muslim woman. Believe me, it's a lot of fun.

Over the past couple of months, I've grown close to this guy named Suleiman at work. Things have heated up between us, to say the least. If you told me a year ago that I would get involved with a guy from work, I would have laughed because Walmart workers with their passive aggressive bullshit and their endless mind games, well, they don't appeal to me. Suleiman is different. The dude is new to Canada, and carries himself like no man I've ever seen. I like his style...and more.

"Rough sex is totally my thing," I said to my boyfriend Suleiman as we got it on in the backroom inside Walmart. Grinning, Suleiman pulled me close and kissed me passionately, then he began undressing me. I hiked up my pants, pulled down my panties and smiled meaningfully at Suleiman, exposing an obvious target. I grinned at him, ready for the fun to begin. Time to get to work, stud.

"Amina, I'm going to eat this pussy till you squeal," Suleiman said, and I smiled as the big and tall, dark-skinned West African stud got on his knees and spread my brown thighs. Suleiman inhaled the womanly scent of my cunt, making me thankful that I used vaginal deodorant before I left my apartment on the south side of Nepean this afternoon. Suleiman slid his fingers into me, and I licked my lips, quivering in anticipation as my lover brought his lips to my pussy.

"Stop talking," I hissed, and Suleiman did as he was told. Suleiman fingered my cunt while teasing my clit with his tongue. I love a man who knows what he's doing when it comes to going down on a woman. A lot of guys out there underestimate the importance of foreplay. Suleiman ate my pussy with gusto, for which I was most grateful. I leaned back against the wall, and closed my eyes as my ardent lover passionately pleasured me.

Truth be told, I'd been craving this all evening. From the first time I laid eyes on Suleiman Adewale, I thought the burly, handsome brother from Kano City, Nigeria, would be a good roll in the hay. Dude works as a store standard at the Walmart where I happen to work. One of those guys who spend all day outside, grabbing the cards discarded by customers and bringing them back inside so they can be used again. Boring job, especially in the Canadian winter. I don't know how Suleiman does it, seriously. I know he's studying police foundations at Algonquin College and working at Walmart is how he pays for it.

"Love the way you taste, my sweet Amina," Suleiman paused to say, and then the handsome Nigerian stud buried his face between my thighs. Suleiman licked me in all the right spots, until I began to squirm in pleasure. Seriously, the brother was all over my sweet spot. I was thrashing wildly in the small office of loss prevention. Took a moment to recover myself. Suleiman laid that sexual whammy of his on me, and had a gal all disoriented, but in a good way.

"Right back at you," I said, and I told Suleiman to stand up, and then grinned naughtily as I began unzipping his pants. Out came Suleiman's long and thick, glistening dark dick. I stroked it with both hands, and Suleiman sighed. Grinning, I got on my knees before the tall, dark stud and began sucking his dick gently. No two men smell or taste alike down below. Suleiman tastes wonderful to me, and in no time I had the Nigerian brother harder than a rock. Works for me, because I've got major plans for Suleiman and that dick of his.

Suleiman rolled a condom on his dick, and then we got busy. My Nigerian stud put me on all fours, and eased his dick into my cunt. I hissed in pleasure and then bit my lip as he began fucking me. I hadn't gotten laid in quite some time, and wanted to make up for lost time. Too bad Suleiman and I had to keep this a quickie. Suleiman slapped my thick bronze ass, and thrust deep into me. I cried. I moaned. I screamed. It was hot. Totally awesome. I loved it.

"No peace for the wicked, get back to work!" I said to a grinning Suleiman as I readjusted my clothes and he did the same. Before exiting the loss prevention office, that nondescript blue door located at the front of every Walmart in the world, Suleiman pulled me close and kissed me on the lips. Impulsively I kissed him back. We're not lovers. He's not boyfriend. We're just co-workers and fuck buddies. Why did I kiss him back? Don't know. I waved Suleiman off, and then composed myself before I resumed spying on shoppers. Good day. 



Quickie at Work



I walk into your office wearing a tight shirt with no bra and a short black tight skirt wearing nothing under them but thigh highs. My nipples peek out of my shirt and I walk towards you slowly, You look at me with amazement and you were hesitate to what to say. I bend my upper body over your desk and I lean over to whisper in your ear. I say "Baby I’m feeling real naughty" and I licked your ear as I was done speaking. You looked at me and I noticed you couldn’t keep your eyes off of my chest. Then you eyed me up and down. You told me To come over and sit on your lap. I did. 

I leaned forward to kiss your sweet luscious lips. I ran my tongue along the bottom lip and followed the same routine with the upper lip . I inserted my tongue into your mouth and you did the same, Our tongues were circling each others, I reached my hand down and I came across your arousal. I liked it very much. Made me moist knowing your cock was hard for me.

I turned my body around to where my back was facing you but still sitting on your lap. Your knees were closed and my legs were straddled over them, leaving my legs open wide for you. You started to kiss the back of my neck as you took your hand up my skirt and placed it on my pussy, You felt my wetness and and gave me a little moan. 

You dipped your finger in my wetness and slid your finger up to my clit, massaging it next. I started to grind my pussy on your hand and I was grinding my ass on your cock as well. you started to grind with me. I got up off of your lap and walked over to your office door and locked it. I came back and stood in front of you, where I started to strip for you. I was naked so I decided to take off your clothes. You started to kiss me again.

I lowered my hand down to your cock and began to jerk you, you reached your hand down and fingered my pussy deep. I was soaked and you were seeping pre cum, You picked me up and sat me on your desk as you stood up. I grabbed your cock and inserting the head into my pussy to cover it with my wetness, I took the head and ran it from my pussy up to my clit I did it a couple times, leaving my area lubricated with my juices and your pre cum. You then pushed your cock into my pussy and we began to fuck each other slowly at first. You had your hands holding both tits as you pumped away. We began to fuck harder now, and your cock was deep inside my pussy. I took my fingers and started to rub my clit hard. Making me moan loud and making you fuck me faster. You let go of my tits and raised my legs over your shoulders to fuck me deeper which penetrated me more with every thrust of your cock.

I screamed out " I’m Cumminggggggggg!!"

You fucked me faster and harder to release your juice, you grabbed my nipples and pinched hard as you came Intensively. We got dressed and I started to walk out., you grabbed me and kissed me passionately. Then we went back to work.



Quickie At Work



"Psst," I hear and I turn, seeking out the source. I spy the mostly closed door to the Comms room, a tassle of blonde hair showing and a sultry look. I look around to see if anyone else was in view, but the coast is clear. Intrigued, I move forward and open the door slightly. Instantly a hand grabs the front of my shirt, pulling me forward. The door closes quietly behind me and I hear the satisfying click of the lock. Thank god for the security conscious public servants that we work with. 

A mouth firmly plants itself on mine, tongue insistent and urgent. I respond with the same fervor, conscious of the risk that we take. I feel busy hands unzipping me and pulling my cock free from its constraints, as I lift up your short black skirt, running my hands up your thighs. As you soft fingers frantically pull, almost painfully on my shaft, I reach your hips, to discover them bare. I quickly move my hand to your belly and down to your moist waiting haven, encountering no resistance. I push you back against the wall roughly and bend my knees, pants absurdly around my ankles. Hurried hands guide my stiff prick to your cunt, wet and inviting. You wrap your arms around my neck and sink your tongue deeper into my mouth, probing, demanding. I drive into you, hard, fast, no time for subtlety. 

You lift yourself up onto your toes, spreading your legs wider, wider, meeting every thrust with ever increasing rhythm. I lift you higher and you wrap your legs around me, drawing me in further than I thought possible. My hands hold a cheek each, firm and hot, as I pound harder and harder. You pull your tight sweater up to your neck, baring your breasts, braless and free. I release a cheek and grab your breast, kneading the flesh, drawing the nipple bigger, darker. 

You tilt your head back against the wall, grimacing, grinding, face contorted in pleasure. Sightless you undo several buttons on my shirt and slip your hand inside, grabbing fistfulls of my chest hair, pulling me hard towards you. The seed boils within me, and I feel your heat begin to rise. I bend down and bite your nipple, blood engorged. You let loose an animal sound, low and unnamed, as you buck in the throws of your orgasm. You pound again and again, tipping me over the edge. I bite my lip to stop the cries as I burst, mountains of cream flooding your womb, filling you to the brink, continuing to work in and out, not wanting the feeling to stop. I play it down, as you lower your legs to the floor. 

I raise my lips again to yours, a lingering, soft brush of tissue, before you quickly push me away and begin to straighten up. You pull down your sweater and skirt, running your hands through you hair, leaving me to hurriedly pull up my pants, putting my flaccid cock away. A smile crossed your lips as you move to the door. I spy a trace of cream running down your thigh, but say nothing. I am dressed as you open the door slightly and peer out. Quickly you are gone, a nymph lost to sight, with only the memory of your soft breasts and warm thighs to last me until tonight...



Quickie: Back Home Again



This is a quickie! Meaning, it's short and to the point. I know there are opportunities to continue it, I probably won't. You've been warned.

I read a story similar to this years ago in one of those digest magazines. I threw out all my mags a long time ago when I had kids, so all I have is the memory. I liked this story. I don't know if I did it justice or not, but I hope you like it. 

All characters over the age of 18. 

***

My sister moved back in after her divorce. She was six years older than me and I had just turned eighteen. My dad had finally agreed to let me move into the apartment over the garage on my birthday and now with Allison returning home I was pissed because I figured she was going to kick me out. My mom tried to assure me that it would be okay, but I wasn't in the mood to listen. 

Allison was short like my mother, barely passing five feet tall, but she was built for fun. Small melon sized titties sat high on her chest, a tiny waist and a bubbly little ass had all the boys chasing her through high school and my father seeing red. She'd gotten married right out of high school and had been gone for five years. Dad had been pissed, but over time he'd calmed down, though Allison and Mike hadn't visited all that often. 

Now that she was home, there was certain to be fireworks. I had no doubt. 

I came home from school and entered my apartment from the stairs on the side of the house and immediately saw my sister's bags on the floor. I could feel myself getting annoyed already, but I tried to keep calm, knowing my sister was going through a rough time. It just sucked, I had worked so hard to get my dad's permission to live in the loft and now that was all going to come to an end. 

I hid out in my room until dinner time and when I made my way into the kitchen I saw Allison for the first time. She looked liked she'd been crying hard, her eyes were all red and her makeup had been cleaned off. When she turned around she rushed into my arms and gave me a bear hug. For a long minute I just held her close, shooting my mother a 'wtf?' look. Mom just shrugged and smiled fondly. 

Dinner was quiet. We all waited for Dad to say something biting to Allison, like he used to do when she was in school. When he finished his meal, he stood up and kissed her on the forehead and said, "Welcome home, baby." We were all stunned. After dad left the room, the three of us talked and laughed, catching Allison up on all the things that had taken place since her last visit. 

Mom and Dad went to bed early and I went up to my room. I took a shower and was coming out of the small bathroom drying my hair and when I pulled the towel off my head I saw that Allison was in my twin sized bed. I stood there stunned as I looked at her.  

She was wearing a white baby doll nightie that fastened just between her perky breasts. It was lacy and fell open revealing her tight stomach. A tiny ribbon of white curved over her hip and disappeared between her legs where a sheer white mesh barely hid the landing strip over her mound. Allison looked fucking incredible and I couldn't believe she was in my bed! 

"I hope you don't mind sharing a room with me," Allison asked, twirling her hair around her finger. 

I stood speechless, towel still hanging from my hand, the rest of me naked. My cock was growing at the sight of her and Allison's eyes widened in surprise and delight. She looked from eyes to my dick and back again, her mouth opening into a bright smile.  

"I can see I'm going to like sharing a room with you!"

I'd like to say that I had doubts about being naked in front of my sister, that the idea of fucking her gave me second thoughts, but to be honest I'd wanted her since I got my first boner. I'd peek on her as much as I could get away with when she lived at home. She was the first girl I'd ever jerked off too. Her's were the first panties I'd ever sniffed. So yeah, maybe some guys might say that they had to be convinced to fuck a family member, but not me. I'd hit the fucking jackpot and wasn't about to ask if it was real or not. 

Allison got up off the bed and I got a good look at her. I was amazed at the way she'd kept her tiny little figure so tight. She had a tiny waist that made her look fragile and her boobs looked huge on her body. She had a little mole on her left tit, near the nipple that I had never seen before and I couldn't wait to suck on it! 

She took the towel from my hand and circled behind me to dry my back. Her hands moved quickly over every part of my body except for the one part that I needed her to touch. At last she dried everywhere but my cock and she knelt in front of me, staring at my straining erection. 

"I've wanted to do this for so fucking long," she said quietly. 

I watched as my sister slid her hand gently down my dewy cock, my body shivering as she took me in her warm hand. She looked up at me with a sexy smile. It was one I remembered from a time I thought she had caught me sniffing her panties. Holy fuck! My sister knew then!

"You better not be teasing me," I said, my voice thick with warning. 

"Don't worry, brother. I won't ever do that." 

With that Allison lifted herself up on her knees so that her face was level with the tip of my cock and stuck her tongue out. She pushed my cock into her mouth, her tongue bathing the underside of my shaft in her warm wetness. Taking hold of my hands, she placed them on the back of her head and guided me to move her back and forth. I started slowly, unable to believe that my sister was actually sucking my cock, but quickly that thought left me as my brain was overwhelmed by the sensations of her suctioning mouth. 

Allison moaned sexily as she blew me. I could feel the vibrations through my cock, humming up and down my shaft as she slurped at my pole greedily. Her mouth felt wet and hot, her tongue like a snake as it flew around my shaft and over the head. I didn't think I was going to last long and I think Allison knew it too. After only a minute she stopped and hopped up, telling me to sit on the bed. 

I sat down where she directed and Allison stood in front of me, taking my hands and placing them on her hips. "Take my panties off." 

My heart raced as I did so, pulling the tiny strings that held them up over her sexy hips and down her legs. I stared at the thin strip of hair pointing the way to her haven, everything else was bare. She had large outer lips that were puffy, hiding her inner treasures. I could smell her excitement and it thrilled me. I could see a small drop of clear liquid between the folds of her sex and I swiped it away with my finger. Allison grabbed my shoulders to steady herself and she looked on me with lust as I licked my finger clean. 

I leaned down, trying to kiss her lips, but it was an awkward position, so Allison stopped me and then she climbed up and stood on the bed. Her pussy was now in line with my face and I buried my tongue inside of her. She grabbed onto my head to keep herself steady as my tongue pushed past her outer lips and I tasted her sweet nectar. I took hold of her ass and pulled her onto my tongue as I licked her gash. 

Soft whimpers came out of Allison's mouth which grew into huffs and groans. I could feel her shaking and I was afraid she might fall. I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her down into the bed. I pushed her legs apart and up towards her chest and continued to feast on her sweet slit. I licked from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit, teasing it. I did this over and over and she was pounding on my back with her fists.

"No, not yet. Don't make me cum yet!" she implored. 

I let up and she wrestled me until I was underneath her. Well, I say wrestle, but mostly I was following her lead. I'm much bigger than her and if I'd wanted her to stay put, she'd stay put. Allison rubbed her pussy, soaking her fingers with her personal lube and then she grabbed my cock, rubbing the stickiness into me. She sat with my cock in front of her and she rubbed her pussy along the upright shaft. I could see animalistic joy in her eyes as she teased herself. 

"I'm going to fuck you, Jason," she said. "Your older sister is going to fuck you. Later you can fuck me, but right now, I'm going to fuck you!" 

With that she took hold of my thick cock and lifted herself up so that she could line the head up to her slit. I watched in disbelief as her pussy swallowed my sword, the exquisite pleasure of pressure and heat surrounding my cock. She locked her legs, making it difficult for me to push up, and she slowly took me inside of her fully. The hot flesh of her ass pressed against my thighs and I groaned as she took all of me. 

Taking my hands, Allison guided my fingers to her breasts. She set the pace of my squeezing and then she let go, working herself up and down deliberately slow. I could see the inner lips of her pussy pulling out with each up stroke and disappear as she came down. 

We were both so hot, it wasn't going to last long. Allison built up speed quickly and the sounds of our wet coupling was loud in our ears. If our parents room wasn't on the other side of the house, I'd have worried that they would hear us. At that moment though, I didn't care. My sister was fucking me and I was in heaven! 

Allison slammed down on my cock, trying to push more of me into her. She unlocked her legs and I was now able to drive into her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped forward like a rag doll. I took hold of her succulent ass and held her steady as I drove my cock into her like mad. Her ass shook and jiggled as I fucked her for all I was worth. 

She came with a fury! Her pussy flooded with simmering sweetness as she cried out in staccato bursts. I'd never felt such heat on my cock and I couldn't resist the urge to cum inside of her. My orgasm ripped through me and I felt my cock jerk inside her as I shot her full of my seed. Allison held on to me for dear life, her hair in my face, the smell of her shampoo strong in my nose. Her sweaty breasts were crushed against my chest and I held on to her with a vice like grip as I flooded her pussy. 

We lay there for a long time catching our breath, the silence between gasps seeming even deeper. I'd waited so long for a moment like this and I couldn't believe it was actually here. I'd had dreams of fucking her, but I never knew it would be so good, or that she'd want it as much as I. 

When she caught her breath, Allison scooted down my torso and sucked our mixed fluids from my cock. I was still half hard and she quickly brought me to full mast again. 

"Oh, I'm definitely going to love sharing a room with you," she said with a devilish smile. 

She pushed my legs over the side of the bed and she got on her hands and knees, her ass high up in the air. Wiggling it, she beckoned for me to take her again and I was all too eager to comply! I got up behind her, taking her hips in my hand and lining the head of my cock up with her gaping hole. She was still slick from our recent orgasms and I slid into her easily. I watched as my cock disappeared into her cunt, relishing the way I pulled her insides out each time I pulled out. 

Allison began to cum immediately, her pussy soaking my cock steadily as I fucked her with an even pace. I leaned over and palmed her round titty, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. 

"I've wanted to fuck you for so long," I whispered in her ear. "I've always wanted you."

"I know," she huffed, pushing back on me hard. "I've always known you were looking at me. I liked it. I loved to let you look at me. I wanted to invite you into my bedroom when I lived at home, but I was too afraid." 

I groaned at her words and had I not just cum, I might have done so at that moment. She twisted her body and looked at me over her shoulder. 

"I found my panties that you jerked off into. It made me so hot I rubbed my pussy until I came. I'd leave my cum stained panties on the top of the hamper for you to find. I hoped that you would smell them!" 

"I did! I sniffed them every chance I got!"

My cock wasn't able to take all of this talk, I was getting so excited learning that my sister had been hot to trot for me so long ago and that she had left me the presents I thought I was secretly finding. She knew that I was jerking off to her! She had made sure I found her panties strong with the scent of her pussy! 

"Oh fuck Allison, I'm going to cum inside you!"

"Yes! Yes Jason! Cum inside my pussy! Fill me up!" 

I did. I shot deep inside of her again and I felt her pussy milking my cock, trying to coax out every last drop that I had. When I finished I was exhausted and sweaty. 

We fell asleep entwined in each other's arms. 

I woke up in the morning with my cock feeling wonderfully warm and wet. I thought at first that it must be Allison, but as I opened my eyes I realized she was still in my arms, her head snuggled up under my chin. In the dim morning light streaming through a high window I saw that it was my mother. She was moaning softly as she cleaned the combined fluids that were still on my cock from the night before. 

As I came awake fully I moved and mom looked up at me. She smiled at me, her mouth full of my hard cock. She let me slip from my mouth and stroked me gently, her spit making her hand glide smoothly up and down my shaft. 

"I told you everything was going to be ok, didn't I?"

Allison came awake at the sound of mom's voice and she sleepily smiled at mom before she sat up and kissed her full on the mouth. I'd never seen either of them kiss another woman and my already hard cock throbbed with desire. 

"Take this off," my sister said, pulling mom's dressing robe off of her body. I was amazed to see that they looked so similar, even naked. Mom had a bit more weight, her boobs sagged just a little, but other than that, they were twins. 

Allison moved to make room for mom, who climbed up on the bed and held my cock steady as she centered her pussy over my cock. 

"You're going to love him mom, his cock is amazing!" 

Mom sank down on my cock, letting out a loud sigh as her body enveloped me. "Oh he is just right," mom whispered. "Oh he hits all the right spots!" 

Mom wasn't as fast as Allison to cum, but she worked up to it pretty quickly. Allison alternated between kissing mom and then me, ooh'ing and ahh'ing as she watched us make love. Mom held her daughter's head as she nuzzled at her tits, the loud sounds of her sucking making my cock even harder. 

I was certain I was dreaming but the feel of her pussy on my cock was better than any dream I'd ever had! I couldn't believe it, last night I'd fucked my sister and now, the very next day, I was fucking my mother! Holy shit! It was more than any normal guy could handle. 

My mom squealed when she felt me cumming inside of her. She humped faster, making a mad dash to her own finish line. Her pussy clamped down and squeezed me unbelievably hard as she achieved her climax. I felt her wetness around my cock and then it washed over my balls and between my legs. 

The smell of sex was strong in the air and I was ready to go back to sleep. Mom and Allison kissed softly, their tongues darting in each other's mouths. 

My sister moved back home and I got more than I ever dreamed possible.



Quickie for a Tart



The staff meeting was dragging on and on, as they usually did. I squirmed in my seat, wishing that I'd taken just a few extra minutes to take care of the ached between my thighs that was rapidly becoming a desperate need. I had awakened late, though, and I didn't want to call in sick, or be late for work. I crossed my legs, and clenced my thighs, hoping for some relief. It was going to take more than that, this time. 

Beside me sat one of my best friends at work. He had been one of the first to greet me when I first started the job about two years ago. We had never dated, but we had flirted, and played some, occasionally groping in the office as much for the thrill as anything. When I crossed my leggs, my foot bumped his leg. I turned to mouth, "Sorry" and moved my foot. His eyes flicked down to my chest. I knew that look all too well. My nipples were hard, and he knew it. I turned, and looked toward the manager again, and an instant later I felt his hand slide up my thigh under the table, stopping when he reached the top of my thigh high stockings. I sucked in my breath, and let it out slowly as he worked his way back down. 

A moment later, I felt something drop into my lap. I looked down, and found a folded piece of paper there. Surreptitiously I opened it, and read, "About Ready?"

He knew! I felt my face turning red, but I nodded slowly, once. Again his han ran up my thigh, this time drawing my sirt up with it. I clenched, wondering what he was doing. He had never been so blatant before. We were in a room full of people! Slowly his hand slipped back down my thigh, smoothing my skirt as it went, and he patted my knee. I glanced at him, but he seemed completely wrapt by the managers presentation. 

The meeting let out a few minutes later, and I went running for the bathroom. I was nearly there when a hand grabbed my arm, and pulled me into the storage room that was right next to the bathrooms. The light was off, and just before the door closed, I looked out. No one was around. 

I knew it was him. I could smell his scent, and I inhaled deeply. He pulled me against him, one hand holding me, the other pinched my nipples, and cupped my breast. He slid his hand slowly down my body, stopping just before my mound, and then he turned me around, so that my back was to him. I could feel his cock pressing against my ass. One hand now cupped my breast, the other rucked my skirt up, and he cupped my pussy through my silk underwear, which were already soaked. He stroked my clit, circling it gently with his finger tips. As ready as I was, it took only a moment before I was cumming, and he was whispering, "shhh" in my ear. 

As I was coming down, I reached behind me, and rubbed his cock through his pants. He pushed into my hands. His lips touched the side of my neck, gently stroking. He knew better than to leave a mark. "Ready?" he whispered against my ear. 

I nodded. I had been ready for a long time, but I'd never really considered that he might want it too. In the next moment, he pushed me face down onto something. I don't know what it was, but it was probably a stack of file boxes. He kept one hand on my back, and with the other, he flipped my skirt up over my back, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. I felt him rub it up and down outside of my panties at first. Then he ripped the panties, and I felt the cool air on my bare skin. He rubbed the head of his cock against my clit, and I clenched my jaw hard, trying not to moan out loud. 

He pushed into me, slowly, and gently, first just the tip, and then withdrawing, and then pushing in a little further with each thrust until I thought I would scream with the need to have him deep inside me. He was finally there, and he began thrusting in earnest, being careful that our bodies didn't slap together too loudly. I tried to be still, but tiny grunts escaped each time he came deep inside of me. I had fantasized about this, but the reality was far more exquisite. 

I came again, trying hard not to scream. He leaned over me, gently "shhh-ing" in my ear. His thrusts faltered for a moment, and then continued. He grunted, low, as he came, and when he was done, he patted my bottom gently, and pulled out. He smoothed my skirt back down, and I stood up. In the light coming under the door, I could see him zipping up. He was smiling hwen he walked out. For the rest of the day, so was I. Especially when I noticed the bit of bright blue silk sticking out of his pocket. 



Quickie for Diane



Dedicated to the sexy lady who taught me this phrase: fact dragoste cu tine.

Diane, a 44 year old housewife, was happy with her life except for the fact that she felt like a servant in her own home from time to time. This Saturday morning was one of those times as her husband was out playing golf with his buddies and her kids were still in bed. Meanwhile, she was stuck doing the chores.

By the time she would finish cleaning sweat would be pouring off of her five and a half foot 140 pound body. Her 40DD bra cups would be soaked in her perspiration and her size 8 panties would be stuck to her mammoth ass. She resigned herself to the Saturday morning ritual. The only good thing was that she and her husband would go out for dinner that evening at one of Springfield's nicest restaurants.

Meanwhile, Robert, her oldest son was laying nude on his bed jacking off over his Math Teacher who had incredible tits but an even more fantastic ass. He figured he had another hour before his Mother would get pissed off enough to demand the 19 year old get up. 

First things first, Diane decided and went about collecting the laundry. First she got the laundry from her room and then to her daughter's room ending up in her son's room. She didn't worry about knocking on her kid's doors as surely they would be sleeping soundly. She was right about her daughter as she was dead to the world. Gently, she opened Robert's door and was shocked by what she saw.

Robert, hearing the door open could do nothing but quickly lift his hand to his chest and close his eyes and pretend he was sleeping. He couldn't cover himself with the sheets as he had decided to win points with his mom and had stripped the bed of all but the bottom sheet. So, there he was, his cock pointing straight up toward the ceiling for the whole world and his mom to see.

Diane was shocked at her reaction to the sight of her naked son and his eight inch cock. Her cunt juices were flowing freely into her sweaty panties. She decided to hurry up and get the hell out of there and feverishly began collecting the clothes hamper and the few items laying on the floor. The only problem was that there were a couple of things on the floor right beside where her son was on the bed.

When she got beside her son she stopped dead in her tracks as she couldn't help but stare at her son's wonderful cock as it was an inch longer and a bit thicker than her husband's. All she could think of was that wonderful cock, it was big and hard and being wasted just standing there like a marvelous flagpole. Gingerly she reached out and lightly touched it without thinking.

The rod was so hard and strong and the head so soft and pillowy and so damn sexy. Her nipples ached and her cunt tingled as she was more on fire than she had been since her wedding night more than twenty years ago. She licked her lips in a lustful frenzy as her whole body ached for that cock; she had to have it.

She dropped the few clothes she had in her hand to the floor and released his erection reluctantly; knowing that she would have it back in her grasp real soon. Robert was disappointed that she let go but still in a state of shock that she had grabbed it to begin with. Curious, he peeked out from between his eyelids and couldn't believe what he was seeing and decided to just lay there to see what happened next.

Diane, now hotter than ever, ripped her blouse off over her head followed quickly by her bra. On fire, and breathing very heavy she struggled to get her pants and underwear off over her plump ass. With rational thought a thing of the past she put a hand beside her son's thigh and carefully climbed up beside him in bed. Taking a deep breath, she knew the next move must be quick and flawless so she wouldn't back out and Robert wouldn't have the chance to object. 

Another deep breath then she quickly swung her entire body on top of her son in perfect sixty-nine position. Wasting no time she ground her cunt against his mouth and nose as she took his rod and balls in her hands as she used her mouth to suck over half of his member into her mouth. Diane needn't have feared rejection from her oldest child as Robert knew just what to do and wanted to do it as much as his mom. So, he dove right into eating out his mother's twat.

Diane knew, without a doubt, that this was the best cock she had ever had between the lips of her mouth and was anxious to get it between her other lips. But, not until, she made her son cum in her cock sucking mouth would she allow her pussy to feel the wonders of this prick. So, she sucked harder and deeper as she felt Robert's tongue dart all over her pee hole. Neither of them had said a word as they continued to ravage one another. All at once, Robert's nut sack tightened as he filled Diane's mouth with his sticky load.

Just as she tasted the wonderful spunk Diane shuddered in a massive climax of her own covering her boy's face with her honey. Now orally satisfied Diane didn't waste anytime as she swung around and positioned herself right above his still hard young cock. She stroked her hard clit a couple of times with the head of his dick then pushed the hard shaft inside of her. It had been decades since she had a cock this big inside of her. She had to work her way down on it slowly.

Robert was in heaven and wanted to tell her so but was afraid that if he spoke he would break the spell and his mother would realize she was putting her own son's cock inside of her pussy. Little did he know that his mom was afraid of the exact same thing. So they both stayed mute as Diane bottomed out on her son's hips with every inch of cock meat inside her red hot cunt. 

Both of them moaned loudly as Diane started to ride harder and faster. Seeing his mom's boobs bounce as she rode him Robert could not help but reach up and grab, twist and pull them. This only made Diane moan louder and ride him harder and harder. The bed was bouncing as the bedsprings screamed in futile protest at the torture they were being given.

Robert had never felt anyone use their cunt muscles as well as his mom was. She was working on his cock as she was trying to milk him like a cow. For his part, Robert's hips came up to meet each of his mother's down thrusts and his tit play became wilder and wilder. Finally, Robert screamed out, "Shit, I'm cumming."

"Oh shit, fuck yes, cum in me," Diane replied to Robert's outburst. In seconds Diane could feel her cunt being drenched with load after load of Robert's juices as she felt wave after wave of wonderful orgasm sweep through her body. She collapsed on to her son and gave him a peck on the lips.

The whole thing had taken maybe ten minutes but it had been one of the best fucks either of them had ever had. Diane pulled herself away from her son and gathered up the clothes. She threw on her blouse and pants so she could safely run to her own bedroom to straighten up. As she left Robert called out, "Thanks mom, it was great."

Already back to being his mother she responded, "You are welcome, now clean up this room."

(I hope you liked this small story and the phrase above means: I make love to you.)



Quickie In My Soft White Ass



I showed up at your office late in the afternoon when nobody else was around to notice me come in. We've got to be on the road in 15 minutes to make the lecture we'll attend this evening. You ask if anyone saw me come into the office and I say "no." The bulge in your pants looks agonizing to endure unrelieved. Obviously you have been reading my notes over the last few days. You ask if I'd like a quickie and I say "please!"

Lock the door just in case and take me around the corner where nobody could see in the doorwindow even if they looked. Turn off the light so your office appears unoccupied. 

In 2 seconds I have removed my shirt and am kicking off my shoes. As you drop your pants I am already kicking off my jeans and underwear and socks. I'm stark naked while your pants are down to your knees, shirt still on. You've been thinking about it all week so it won't take much to ready you for the situation. You were already dripping in your pants waiting for me to arrive. You're glad there's no wasting time today.

Bend me over your desk. Run your hands all over my buns, squeeze them and even stick your pinky finger tip in my hole. Take my temperature to see if its hot enough for you yet. Of course it is.

Open the drawer, take out the sexy heat lube cream you bought for this one. Squirt the heat lube on my pink hole and immediately start playing with it with your throbbing cockhead. Waste no time dripping in the air, prick my butt immediately! Probe me only an inch at first --try not to cum yet, I know you are excited! Probe me just one millimeter deeper with each thrust. Within a minute or two I loosen my fannyhole completely and allow you to push your fully hard prick all the way into me! Enjoy the stretching heat you are pushing into me. 

As I start to pump my buns and asshole in rhythm, reach your full bursting hardness and continue to pound my fanny with accellerating full-depth strokes. Go faster and faster as you go all the way in, let me feel the full volume and lengthy ambition of your cock. Waste no time we have to be out of here in 10 minutes! Don't hold back now, I've completely spread and opened for you and your entire dick is now stretching and basting my hole in steamy heat. All your sense are coming together to make you cum quickly. You like the smell of your dick in my ass and sweat. You like the way I look with my ass spread open for you and my back muscles trembling with ecstacy of your full thickness and length in my rump! Enjoy the hot softness of my white buttocks absorbing the force of your pelvis. See my whole body move absorbing your thrusts. Push your fingers down into the small of my back, knead my buns with your fingers, grip my shoulders to force me into the deepest penetration you can. Smell my fucked ass and hear it wet-smacked as your pelvis slams my sweaty crack! 

As you feel the cum explosion building, grab my short hair in your fingers and pull me tighter around your throbbing squirting cock injecting hot cream deep into my gratefully spread submissive ass. Pump as deep as possible with each squirt, feel the hot cum and my hot anus and the hot lube all squeezing every drop out of you, feel my hot sweaty crack pressed against your pelvis. Cum with abandon! Bask in the creamy snug heat, feel my trembling and satisfied rump. Just stay there a minute. Aahhhhh! Just hold it in me, feel your pulse throbbing through your body and into my ass; feel me shaking and sweating and relaxing to experience the thick heat stick resting in deep in my anus. Then, when you soften, pull out of me and pull your pants up. 

Help me straighten up, my buttocks are sore and my back is stiff and my cock is dripping hard. Put an old handtowel on your desk for me to sit on. Spread my legs and stroke my cock rapidly in your fingers. Make me quiver so the cum will run out of my ass as you stroke furiously. Look at my creampie butthole bouncing and dripping as you jerk me off with urgent excitement and fascination. My stomach muscles tense and my nuts glow with soft heat in your fingers. Within 60 seconds I will cream all over your hand and whatever else in the rooom is in shooting range, maybe also my thigh and belly if you aim me that way. Maybe your mouth if you like it. My eyes are closed and the cum is spurting as I pant and sweat. Don't stop until I push your hand off my cock. 

Now I'll take that handtowel and squeeze the rest of my sperm out of my gun, then squat the rest of yours out of my anus. Throw the towel in a fastfood bag and throw it your office trashcan. Put my pants and shirt back on, socks and shoes, and wait quietly while you open your office door and go out to make sure the coast is clear. Come right back with the "all clear" and we'll walk out together. We walk out to the parking lot and get in your car to ride to the lecture....



Quickie in the Alley



I was sitting in a conference room a thousand miles away from where I wanted to be, listening to the final negotiations of the contract that I had flown here over a week ago to arrange. My boss had assured me that it would only take a day or two, but of course it didn't work out that way. By the time the lawyers were done going over every aspect and making change after change and we had finally come to an agreement, 9 days had gone by. 

For 9 days I had been living in a hotel, wearing the same two suits day after day, sitting through the same meetings hour after hour, and worst of all, missing my girlfriend back home. She was supportive as always when I told her about my business trip, but I knew that she would miss me just as much as I missed her. 

We talked every night but I need to hold her, needed to see her, smell her, touch her, and kiss her. Flashes of our last night together raced behind my eyes as I watched the various partners sign the contract. Trying to bring my thoughts back to the meeting before my cock decided to start tenting my pants I focused on what they were saying. "Fuck I can't wait to get home." I thought bitterly. 

As I exited the building with the two coworkers that had come with me, a small hand suddenly forced its way into mine. Looking around I saw my girlfriend walking beside me as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Stopping in shock I pulled her into my arms. "What are you doing here?" I asked her. 

"I had to come, I couldn't take it anymore." she said with a smile, "I needed my man." 

Chuckling I held her to me and breathed in her wonderful scent. Nodding to my coworkers I told them I'd meet them later. As they walked away I grabbed her hair and pulled her face back before smoothing her lips with my own. She melted into my embrace, eagerly returning the kiss with more passion and need than I had ever felt from her. Automatically my hands found their way to her ass and gripped it possessively. Surprisingly I couldn't feel any panties below the skirt that she wore. 

Knowing my question before I could ask it she said, "In my purse. They got too wet on the flight, knowing that you'd be taking them off me." 

Growling in arousal I took her hand and set off towards my hotel, needing to get those clothes off her as soon as possible.

That wasn't fast enough for her though, as we passed a narrow alley between two large office buildings she suddenly pulled me to the side, leading me into the alleyway. Barely out of sight of the main road she pushed be against the wall and began kissing me hungrily again, her hands wandering over my clothes, grabbing at my now fully hard cock through my slacks. 

Taking over I spun her around and pushed her back against the wall, my hands unzipping her skirt and letting it fall. As soon as her skirt was around her ankles my hand was cupping her smooth mound, greeted by a pussy that was already dripping wet and pulsing in need. She moaned as my fingers probed her, pushing up into her while I kissed and sucked on her neck. 

Desperately trying to free my cock from my pants she finally succeeded in unclasping my belt and opening my slacks. As her hand dove into my briefs and pulled out my throbbing shaft she freed herself from my grip and sank to her knees. The next thing I knew my entire cock was buried in her mouth, the tip pushing into her throat as she sucked me. 

I groaned loudly and leaned forward against the wall, amazed by how hungrily she was sucking on my thick shaft. Her hand was buried between her thighs; I could hear the sloshing of her pussy as she frigged herself furiously. Growling I lifted her to her feet and spun her around. Pulling her shirt and bra down to release her tits I mauled them with both hands as I ground my cock against her ass. 

"Fuck I need you," I said in her ear, receiving a moan in response. Her legs spread and she pressed back against me, trying to convince my cock to find its way to her waiting pussy. Never one to disappoint I reached between us and guided it to her waiting hole. Furiously thrusting into her I buried myself inside her. Bracing herself against the wall in front of her she pushed back, impaling herself even more on the thick cock that was spreading her tight pussy open. 

We began a furious pace, me thrusting forward, her slamming her ass back against me as we fucked. Her moans and screams would definitely be heard on the street but we didn't care. All that mattered was that we were together, and that I was fucking my girl. My hands fingers tangled themselves in her hair and I pulled her head to the side as I fucked her, baring her neck to my teeth. Her arm snaked back over my neck, encouraging me as I bit down on her soft skin. 

I could feel her pussy clenching around me, I knew that she was getting close, and I could feel my own orgasm rapidly approaching. Reaching around I found her clit with my fingers and rubbed hard, still thrusting up into her tight sheath. Her screams echoed off of the walls as she began to cum, her pussy clamped down around my swelling shaft. 

Two more thrusts and I exploded, my cock blasting 9 days worth of cum up into her, filling her to overflowing. As the waves of pleasure passed and my cum dripped down my balls and her thighs we sank to the hard cement, not willing to pull apart. 



Quickie In The Ladies Room



"Oh Lord will this day EVER end?" she thought to her self as she walked to the bathroom. She was helping her manager close down the restaurant that she worked at. The other guy that usually worked this shift had called in sick so Ryan had asked her to stay and help out. She thought she had locked the bathroom door behind her, although why, when the store was closed and Ryan was the only other one here. She was just getting ready to walk out and get the mop when the bathroom door opened and Ryan walked in. Before she could say a word, his mouth was on hers, and he was kissing her tenderly. She was still for a minute, shocked that he was kissing her. Then she kissed him back. She had dreamed of this since she started working here and now it was happening. Her body was tingling all over as his hands rubbed down her back to her ass, gently squeezing before moving back up and then repeating the movements. He broke the kiss and she opened her eyes to find him staring down at her. He had an almost shocked look on his face, like he couldn't believe what he had just done. Then he just turned around and walked out of the bathroom. They didn't speak to each other at all for the rest of the night, and she went home still tasting him on her lips.

The next day she tried not to stare at Ryan and could tell he was doing the same. Carla, the owner asked if they had gotten in a fight the night before because they were usually the loudest out of all the workers. She just shrugged her shoulders and continued working. Towards the end of her shift she had to go to the bathroom again. She was dreading going back in there because she didn't want to remember the glorious feel of Ryan's hands on her backside. But she also couldn't ignore her bladder and eventually gave in. She thought she had herself under control as she went to open the door, but as soon as it was open she saw Ryan standing there waiting. 

He pushed his way inside and locked the door behind him. This time there was no hesitation. Their lips met roughly and his arms wrapped around her like a vise. Her supple body was crushed against his hard chest and she could feel his growing erection inside his jeans. Again he broke the kiss, but when she looked in his eyes it was lust she saw, not confusion. Her hands reached for his fly at the same time his went for hers. They both fumbled with the zippers until she freed his cock. Her eyes took in the sight before her. That had to be the biggest cock she had ever seen! It was about 10" long and at least an inch and a half wide. She knew it would hurt but she also knew she had to have it in her, now. She turned around and he pulled her jeans down around her ankles and then she braced herself against the sink. He was in her in one thrust and she bit her tongue to stop herself from screaming. It hurt but she could also feel the pleasure of being filled so full. Briefly she thought of the fact that she was at work, and if caught, she would be fired on the spot, but at the moment she didn't care. This felt way too good to stop. 

Ryan started pumping slowly in and out of her, making sure she wasn't in any pain. When he heard her moan he began moving faster and harder, slamming into her with each thrust. She wanted to scream out every time he pushed into her, but she knew that if she did they would be caught. She was so close to cumming and feeling Ryan's cock swell just before he came sent her over the edge. She gushed pussy juice all over his cock as her spasming cunt milked his cock. As her muscles contracted around him she felt him shoot his load deep inside her sending her into another gushing orgasm. He stayed inside her until he began to soften inside her and finally pulled out. A mixture of his cum and her juices coated his rod. They cleaned up as quickly as they could neither one saying a word. Then they got dressed and snuck out of the ladies room as if nothing had happened. No one had even noticed that they were gone, and she finished her work shift without a word exchanged between either of them. But when she went to leave at the end of her shift Ryan grabbed her arm. She turned and saw the gleam in his eyes as he asked her....

"Josh called in sick again. Would you stay and help me close up?"

To Be Continued... 



Quickie in the Library



The look on her face was priceless. That gorgeous mouth dropped open in shock before splitting into a beautiful grin that would have melted my heart, if the sight of her cleavage threatening to burst out of that white blouse hadn't already affected another part of my anatomy. I had already been hard before arriving at the library. In fact, she was the reason I was there. She had told me that she was going to spend the day there. I was too hard to focus at work, too hard to listen to endless meetings and arguments. I needed my girl, and I needed her bad. 

I could hardly keep from stroking myself in the car as I had driven to the library, and barely managed to get my shaft under control long enough to walk through the doors without causing a scene. But as soon as I saw my sexy little minx sitting behind a desk, mindlessly trailing a finger along the curve of one gorgeous breast as she read, my thick cock was back to full blown, ready to rip through my slacks. 

The smile faded from her face as I walked toward her. I saw her glance down at my pants and her eyes widened as she saw the bulge there. She didn't look anywhere else until I was right at the desk she sat behind. Once my package was hidden from her view she looked back up into my eyes, her face flushed and her breathing shallow. 

"Come with me," I said quietly and began walking around the desk. I knew that she would follow; I didn't even need to see the shiver run through her before she stood and followed me, her high heels clacking across the stone floor of the lobby. Turning to walk between the shelves of books I strode towards the back of the library. Finally I stopped, in the middle of a deserted aisle and turned around. "Give me your blouse," I said as she stepped up close to me, reaching to give me a hug and a kiss. 

Freezing, she pulled her hands back away from me and looked around nervously. She didn't question me though, like a good girl she lifted her hands to the buttons below her cleavage and began to open them. My vision was locked on those mounds of pale flesh as she bared more and more of them to my hungry gaze. I could feel the growls forming in my chest, the desire for her mounting like never before. Finally she pulled the white cloth from her shoulders and handed it to me, standing proudly with her delicious chest held high, those incredibly perky large breasts held up by a stunning blue lace bra. 

It took all of my will power not to rip that bra from her body and feast on those tits. The knowledge that her hard little nipples were hidden by just that bit of lace had my mouth watering. Finally I managed to gain control of myself without attacking her and lowered my hand to my belt. I opened it and pulled it off, watching her face as I slid it through my pants with one pull. Her red silky tongue slid across her lips as she raised her eyes to mine. 

"Turn around," I said and stepped closer as she instantly did so. I pulled her arms behind her back and slid the belt around her wrists, binding them together. Looking down the aisle I saw a man watching from behind a corner of one of the shelves. My teeth grazed her neck as I told her that someone was watching. The breath rushed from her lungs as she saw him and I felt her lean back into me for support. She didn't ask me to stop though. I knew how she loved to be watched, how she loved for me to show her off. 

My hands lifted to her tits and I pulled the bra down, displaying her large breasts with their perfect little nipples for the man to see. I gave her neck another bite and pinched her nipples, causing her to moan out loud. She had tried to keep quiet but I was sure that he could hear her. Glancing in his direction I whispered to my girl, "kneel down like a good little slut. I'm going to feed you my cock and let him watch as I claim your mouth. Do you want that, little one?" 

Kneeling down she looked up at me, her arms bound behind her back and said, "Yes sir. Treat me like your little whore. Let me be your little fuck toy and let him watch. I'm so wet Daddy, I need your cock." I was amazed how loud she had said it, I knew she was hoping he would hear her. 

Unzipping my slacks I pulled my thick rod out and let her get a good look before pushing it toward her open mouth. With a hungry groan she opened wider and accepted my cock as it pushed past her lips and began to stretch her mouth. She was looking up at me as I fed her, begging me silently for more. Her arms pulled at their bonds, anxious to touch me, to pull me deeper into her mouth. 

Silently I put my hand on the back of her head. I watched her eyes as they half closed in bliss at my touch and she gave another groan, relaxing as she prepared for what was to come. Pulling her head forward I forced the thick head of my cock down her throat, pushing until she was able to slide her tongue out across my balls.

"MMMMMMMM Good Girl!" I said before pulling out and letting her suck just the head. Soon I was pushing back in, this time harder, faster, deeper. The growls in my chest grew until they were escaping past my teeth as I pulled her head onto my shaft time and time again. Her gagging and choking sounds filled the aisle but her eyes never left mine. 

When I finally pulled my cock from her mouth there were tears streaming from her eyes and strings of saliva ran from her lips to my cock. Without giving her time to catch her breath I pulled her to her feet and turned her around again to face the corner where the man hid. Bending her over at the waist I lifted her skirt up over her bare ass, exposing her dripping pussy to my eyes. 

The sight made me groan and I almost came right there. I had never seen my girl so wet before, so ready and needy for my cock. Lining up I shoved forward, my thick shaft sliding easily into her tight folds. Holding her hips I fucked her, filling her up time and again, furiously pounding her helpless little cunt. Looking up I saw that the man was now standing in the aisle in full view, his long circumcised cock in his hand as he furiously stroked. 

Reaching down I grabbed her long hair and yanked her head up straight so that she could see. She let out a moan and then watched as he stroked. We both watched his hand sliding up and down his shaft at the same pace that I was pounding into her. The sound of my cock sliding in and out got louder and louder as her cream gushed around me. 

"Not yet!" I growled down at her, still fucking her hard. "Do not cum until he does." 

Biting back a whimper she tensed, holding back her orgasm as she watched. She could not tear her eyes away from the stranger, even when my thumb began pushing its way into her asshole. She watched as he arched his back, his shaft swelling in his hand and then he was cumming, long ropes of white cum spraying from the tip of his cock and arching toward her. With that first blast I felt her cum, her pussy clenching down around me as she climaxed with a chocked scream. 

The pressure around my cock pulled me over the edge and I leaned over her, burying my cock as deep as I could. I came inside her as she milked my cock, still shaking as she rode out her orgasm. When we finally came down from our high I pulled from her and helped her stand straight. The stranger was gone, leaving no trace behind, except for the puddle of cum on the floor. 



Quickie in the Office



The following, believe it or not, is a completely true story. 

Liliana, my Venezuelan secretary, was looking exceptionally good that day. She was wearing her hair up, for a start, which always makes her look attractive and she had on an elegant pair of black pants with a cream-colored top. Her top didn’t do much to conceal her very full breasts or the fact that she was wearing an eye-catching white lace bra. When she came into my office my gaze lingered on her chest and I swear I could see the merest outline of her nipple. She smiled coquettishly and turned to walk away. I watched the sway of her hips lustfully, noticing a very enticing thong panty-line as she walked. A few minutes later, she came into my office again. I noticed that she had applied fresh lipstick since last time. Again, my gaze settled on her voluptuous breasts as she spoke to me.

“Are you listening?” she asked. “Who …er, yes, of course.” I stammered. She laughed, “You’re watching me, aren’t you?” I was lost for an answer, but she saved me by saying, “It’s ok, I don’t mind. Actually, I’m flattered. Look, I have to go to the storeroom. Why don’t you come with me?” “What?” I exclaimed. “Come on. What’s wrong with you? Just get up and follow me can’t you?” Dumbly, I followed her to the storeroom which was located just around the corner from my office. There was no one around and Liliana quickly unlocked the door. “Quick,” she hissed. “We only have about ten minutes before someone comes around. Get inside.” This was unbelievable. Ever since joining the company I’d fantasized about Liliana. She was one of the secretaries, a pretty dark-haired Latina about 28 years old, perhaps a little overweight but with beautiful breasts and a shapely ass. In my fantasies, I’d had sex with her numerous times, but here I was about to fuck her for real. Needless to say, I had a major hard-on already and my breathing was starting to get somewhat ragged.

Liliana pulled me into the storeroom and closed and locked the door. Only the emergency lighting was on, so it was quite dim. She guided me away from the door to a space between some shelving and turned around to face me. There was no need to speak. We kissed hard. Her tongue slid immediately into my mouth and I responded enthusiastically. I felt her fingers tugging at my belt as my left hand searched for her warm, firm breast. She unzipped me and swiftly worked her fingers into my pants, wrapping her long fingers around my burning cock. I reciprocated, fumbling with her own zip so that I could then pull out her top and slide my hand underneath. I felt the warmth of her ample belly – I have to say that Liliana is not exactly slim, although I do like my women with a little flesh on their bones – and ran my fingers over the outside of her bra, feeling the weight of her ample breasts in my hands. As my palm touched her nipple she moaned softly and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I found the top edge of her bra and worked my hand inside, caressing her naked breast. My fingers found her hard nipple and pinched lightly on it. Glancing down briefly, I registered the fact that her exposed tits must have been at least a 38D, full and heavy with beautiful big brown areolas and hard nipples.

By now she had my cock all the way out of my pants and had reached in to caress my swollen balls with her long fingers. Moving my hands away from her breasts I grasped her ass and pulled her against me roughly. “Turn around.” I gasped between kisses. She turned away from me and leaned forward against a stack of boxes. Quickly I pushed her pants down, exposing her lovely ass, clad only in a pair of white panties. I slid my hand into the waistband of her panties and into her crotch, feeling the thick curls of her damp pubic hair. She was very wet already and let out a sharp breath as my finger alighted on her slit. I knew we had very little time, so pushing her panties down, I positioned my cock at the entrance to her cunt and penetrated her. My cock, which was already pulsating with excitement, slid easily into her hot moist cavern. She stifled a deep groan as I ground my hips against the smooth cheeks of her ass, trying to penetrate her as fully and deeply as I possibly could. I began fucking her steadily, beginning to establish a rhythm as she pushed her ass back against me.  “Don’t try to make it last. Just fuck me.” She gasped. Leaning over her back I reached around to caress her tits, feeling the delicious weight of them in my palms as they swung free. A couple of times my cock slid out of her, but she was so wet now and her cunt was so wide open that I easily slid back in after repositioning it with my fingers. I offered my fingers, sticky with her juice, to her and she bit greedily on my hand.

Reaching around to pull her hips towards me I penetrated her deeper and deeper, alternating deep hard thrusts with long, slow probing of her g-spot. She grunted as the tip of my cock reached her cervix. Then, all of a sudden, her breathing changed and I felt her begin to cum. Pulling hard on one nipple with my fingers, I reached down with my other hand to seek her clitoris, feeling instead just the hot wetness of her juices seeping over my fingers. She began to wail, and I moved my hand from her breast to cover her mouth, suppressing her screams as she spasmed into orgasm. At that moment, I felt myself cum as well. With a final thrust as deep as I could into her vagina I spurted thick, hot semen into her. My balls were full and I could feel at least three spurts empty into Liliana’s innermost recesses and overflow out of her pussy lips, mingled with her juices. Withdrawing my cock I saw that it was coated not only with her own shiny cum, but that globs of my thick cum were still on it.

At the same moment, Liliana quickly turned around, bending down and pulling my tool into her mouth to clean me off. I pulled her up to face me and she parted her lips, showing traces of cum on her tongue, before a long slow kiss in which we tasted each other’s juices, rolling our tongues back and forth.

“Thanks”, she whispered. “That was great. Now we’d better get back to work. C’mon let’s get dressed.” Hurriedly she rearranged her bra and top and then pulled up her pants. “God, I hope I don’t look too messy.” She laughed. “You weren’t exactly gentle with me.”

“I’m sorry.” I apologized. “It was kind of hard to hold back.”

“Don’t apologize. I like it like that. But maybe next time we should do it at my place.”

“Sure.” I replied. “Any time. Now why don’t you leave first and I’ll follow in a couple of minutes.” A quick kiss on the lips and she was gone.



Quickie: Is She The One?



Carla woke with an itch in her pussy, her hand sliding down to put a little pressure on her cunny as the last remnants of her sexy dream played through her mind. Stretching, she reached out for Jeff, her boyfriend who should have been in bed next to her, but wasn't. Sitting up, she blinked in the faint light of the moon streaming through the soft white curtains, her fingers still playing idly with the pouty lips of her sex. 

"Where could he have gone?" she wondered silently, looking about the unfamiliar room. She and Jeff had driven up to his mother's for the holidays, planning to spend four days with her over Christmas. They had settled into the guest room his mother had made up for them, and because all the rooms were close together, Jeff had turned down her numerous attempts to fuck. Now her pussy was on fire and she had planned to take him while he was sleeping, but he was gone!

Guessing that Jeff would return shortly, Carla began to masturbate, warming herself up for his eventual return. The sight of her writhing on the bed, her hand buried in her panties, fingers stroking her well juiced cunt should be enough to jump start his engine and get him to forget that he might wake his poor old mother. 

Except that Gail wasn't poor or old. Well, of course she was older than Jeff, but only by about sixteen years, having been a teenager when she'd given birth to her only child. And she wasn't poor, though she lived modestly in this small home. Her study was filled with glamorous photos of herself over her illustrious career as a model. Carla could clearly see where Jeff had gotten his good looks. 

Thinking of Jeff and his physical charms, she wondered if his mother knew how large her son's cock was. Carla's taunting smile was filled with the secret knowledge that Jeff's magnificent cock was more than a pussy pleaser, it was a device of cuntal mastery. Being stretched open by his monster was the stuff of her dreams, in fact that was what woke her this very evening. Three days without it was starting to wear on her and she was determined to get the proper pounding she craved. With a huff, she threw off the blankets and set off in search of her man. 

The dark house was quiet except for the occasional creak, Carla having to move forward slowly as she moved out into the hallway, trying to remember the layout of the house and the many knickknacks that were strewn about. Tiptoeing carefully, she made her way to the end of the hallway and looked out over the living room. Spots of moonlight dotted the empty room, enough for her to creep along with only stubbing her foot once.

The kitchen was through the archway just ahead and she anticipated he'd be standing at the counter, a glass of milk in his hand. She'd come up behind and grab him playfully, letting him know that satisfying her need wasn't negotiable any longer, even if it meant his mother waking up. The soft carpet hushed her foot steps, but it couldn't quiet her gasp as she peered around the corner. 

Jeff was leaning up against the counter, his chest bare and his head thrown back as his hands held the back of his mother's head as she bobbed up and down in his groin. Carla's heart began to race as she watched mother and son in such an intimate moment, her pussy flooding at the sight. It wasn't the first time Carla had seen Jeff with another woman, she herself had met him through a girlfriend who had invited her to be a third in their bed. Meghan had gotten too possessive for Jeff's taste and it wasn't long until he was calling Carla directly. Going with the flow had always been Jeff's style, as soon as someone got uptight, they just didn't exist to him anymore. 

Carla's fingers slipped back into her panties, the puffy lips of her pussy slick with her sticky flow as she worked herself over slowly, watching Gail as she slurped noisily on her son's hard cock. As his mother bobbed her tits swung freely in the filmy night gown, Jeff's hands reaching around to take hold of one and feel the hefty weight. Carla watched from the doorway, tweaking her own nipples underneath the cotton tank top as she strummed her cunt steadily. 

"Oh baby, Momma has missed this," Gail hissed, stroking his cock, her drool coating his pole. "You remember the first time I did this? You remember Momma giving you your first blowjob?" 

Jeff only groaned, pushing his cock back into her mouth. Carla's eyes widened as her excitement built, she wanted to hear about his first blowjob! She had never really considered incest before, but she knew that Jeff had a large sexual appetite and seemed to find willing partners wherever he went, so was it any wonder that his mother hadn't been immune to his presence? Carla laughed silently at herself, thinking she had one upped Gail because of Jeff's endowment, when in reality his mother had been his first lover. 

"Do I still do it the best?" Gail asked, her voice soft and pleading. "Does your Momma still suck your cock the best?"

"Oh, god yes," Jeff groaned. "No one will ever compare to you Mom. You will always be the best to me." 

Several long minutes passed as Gail continued to suck her son's cock. The sound of her mouth taking him deeper filled Carla's ears, amazed as the woman was clearly deep throating his prodigious tool. Finally she paused, stroking him slowly as she turned to look up at her son again. 

"Is Carla the one baby?" Gail asked. Carla's heart suddenly stopping at those words, her fingers freezing in place as she strained to hear his next words. 

"I don't know Mom," Jeff began. "She's very special, I know that. She can handle a lot, I guess I'm still just afraid to bring her in on this last part." 

"Well baby," Gail soothed, "I guess only you will know. I just hope you don't wait too long and let the right one get away." 

Slumping against the wall carefully, Carla tried to take a breath in the suddenly stuffy room. Fanning her face, the smell of her pussy on her fingers, until she could finally take a deep breath. The idea that Jeff might be serious about her was stunning, making her weak in the knees and her head was spinning. What else could it be that Jeff could be afraid to share with her? It had to be his affair with his Mother! With a smug smile, Carla figured she wouldn't wait for Jeff to decide, she'd force his hand. 

Taking a deep breath to calm her shaky nerves, Carla stepped into the kitchen. Jeff was still enjoying the feel of his mother's wondrous mouth on his cock, his eyes closed lightly as he worked his fingers through her hair, holding her lightly against his groin. He didn't realize she was there until her breasts pushed up against his arm, her lips planting a wet kiss on his chin. 

"Oh!" Jeff gasped as his eyes flew open, a mixture of fear and guilt on his face as he looked into Carla's loving face. 

"Shh," Carla whispered. Gail began to push away, trying to pull her son's cock out of her mouth but Carla reached over and placed her hand on the back of Gail's head, pushing her back down. "Don't stop because I'm here," she said softly. "It's okay, I understand. Really." 

"You are okay with this?" Jeff asked, a weak smile upon his face. 

"Yes, baby. Your mother loves you, how can this be wrong?" Carla said. "The fact that it's about the hottest thing ever, doesn't hurt either, does it?" Jeff just nodded at her then looked down at his mother, his cock still splitting her lips obscenely. "Show me how you fuck her face, baby. Feed your mother that nasty cock." 

Jeff and his mother gazed at each other, the brightness of Gail's eyes gleaming in the dark as she worked on her boy's cock like never before. Carla was mesmerized by the beautiful woman, her face a picture of joy as she sucked on her boy like it was the fountain of life. 

"I want to stroke you baby, I want to pump your load all over your Mom's face. Can I do that baby? Can I jerk you off on her pretty face?" Jeff only nodded and then his eyes closed tightly. Quickly Carla took hold of his cock as Gail took him out of her mouth, the younger woman's hands working furiously up and down his shaft. 

"Oh shit!" Jeff growled, cum shooting out of his cock and painting his mother's upper lip, the first glob sticky and pasty as it splattered all over her face. Two more pulses blasted against her teeth and into her mouth. Carla moved the tip of his cock to Gail's cheek, the next streams forming puddles that slid off to drip onto her chest. 

As the last dribbles pushed out the slit Carla knelt and took his cock into her mouth, sucking him dry vigorously before she turned to help clean Gail's face. She licked up the blobs of cum that stained her face, her tongue diving into the other woman's mouth for a soul kiss as she tried to suck up every drop of Jeff's seed. 

"Is this why I haven't been laid since I got here?" Carla asked when Gail was cleaned up at last. "You been sneaking out and fucking your Mom instead of me?" 

Jeff and Gail looked at each other, guilt written all over their faces. 

"I just wasn't sure you'd understand," Jeff said quietly, holding her gaze steadily. 

"Well, since she's had you the last couple of nights," Carla said, maneuvering Gail so that she sat down on the kitchen table, "why don't you fuck me first and I'll eat your Mom's pussy. Then we can switch." 

Gail's eyes opened wide at Carla's words, scooting up on to the table and pulling her knees back, her hairy pussy opening wide, the pink gash glistening in readiness. 

"Come on baby, your girlfriend eating your Mother's pussy, I know that's gotta hit some fantasies in that twisted mind of yours," Carla teased, wagging her ass back at him. "Now give me the fucking I so desperately need." 

Gail sighed delightfully as the soft tongue speared her cunt, opening her up and had her flowing like a sieve as she worked her clit like a butterfly. The soft, high pitched squeal that escaped her muff told her that Jeff had inserted his cock into Carla and the long strokes he was taking translated into long slurps of her gash. 

It wasn't long before Carla was shaking through an orgasm, Gail holding on to the younger woman's head as she panted into her thigh. 

"Oh fuck, baby, I so needed that," Carla gushed. Gail smiled to her son, his face painted with serene pleasure as he continued to fuck his girlfriend with long, steady strokes. 

After a while, Carla and Gail switched places, Carla squealing with delight as Gail tongued her well fucked pussy. 

"Oh god, baby, your Momma can lick a cunt," Carla breathed.

"She's got a fine pussy too," Jeff agreed, slapping his mother's ass as he drove into her. 

"Don't I know," Carla huffed. "It tastes so sweet." 

Jeff watched as his cock sawed into his mother's cunt, looking up to enjoy the sight of her face buried in his girl's twat. The sound of her lips smacking as she licked, kissed and tongue fucked Carla was a beautiful sight. His eyes locked with Carla's, his heart softening as he realized that she had found his dark secret and she accepted it wholeheartedly, even joining in with him. He wouldn't be able to walk away from her as he had so many others. And suddenly that thought wasn't nearly as frightening as it had been in the past. 

"Oh god baby, Momma's gonna cum," Gail hissed. 

"Me too," Jeff warned. 

Carla jumped off the table and pushed her face up between Gail's spread legs, her mouth less than inch from where Jeff's cock was spearing into his mother, his balls slapping against her as he drove into her. With a grunt he buried himself as far into his mom as he could get, and then his cock sent jet after jet of scalding seed into her pussy. 

When at last Jeff pulled free from his mother, a river of mingled juices poured out of her abused cunt. Carla was right there, lapping it up as it flowed from Gail, her lips and tongue working to catch every drop and soothe the inflamed pussy. She then turned to Jeff's cock, taking him deep into her mouth, though she could not take him as far as Gail could, cleaning him noisily with her tongue. 

Gail led them back to her room, her king size bed much larger than the one in the guest room. Carla curled up on one side of the bed, Jeff in the middle and his mother curled in his arm. 

"Baby," Carla said with a yawn, "next time you want to fuck someone, just let me know. I won't get jealous, if I'm not left out." 

Jeff kissed her gently, his lips pressed against hers warmly. "Deal," he said softly. 

Carla was rocked to sleep as Jeff slipped his cock into his mother from behind as they spooned next to her. They fucked leisurely, whispering quietly to one another as Carla slept peacefully next to them. 

"Think she's the one now?" Gail asked after Jeff had pumped a smaller load into her well used pussy. 

"Question is, do you think she's the one?" Jeff said teasingly. 

"I think eating her pussy is a small price to pay to feel my boy fucking me without worry."



Quickie: Late Night Snack



Once again, special thanks to Ciguardian for his invaluable insights and his editing. I appreciate the efforts my friend. All character over the age of 18.



With a weary grimace, Harold opened the fridge, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he reached for the carton of milk. His fingers didn't close on the expected object though, with a grunt, he looked to see that it was missing; sure it was there a few hours earlier. Looking up, he saw his daughter, Eileen, standing at the counter. The cold light of the refrigerator illuminated her lush figure, the over-sized t-shirt hiding her growing belly but not her breasts and the hard nipples making large round points in the cotton.

Rubbing his face, Harold took in the sight of her, his body reacting swiftly to the forbidden desires that were never far from the surface when she was around. Her well-toned legs and mouth-watering ass, the cheeks of which peeked out from under the hem of the shirt, all conspired to send the blood to his lower head. His eyes worked higher, to the round swell of her belly. The baby three months in the works, residing just beneath the surface, was the reason she had returned home and thrown the wrench in his plans for the empty nest. Two years out of high school and she was back home, the father of her baby nameless and long gone.

"Looking for something, daddy?" she asked, turning her head to look at him. Her crystal blue eyes locked on his, and she flashed him that lilting smile that made every man think she was considering taking him to bed, not even Harold was immune to her considerable charms.

"Well, I came down for some milk," Harold said slowly. His voice trailed off as he continued to drink in the vision of her, his cock beginning to push out against the soft material of his boxers, his fingers scratching idly and jostling his growing hardness.

"I'm making some milk," Eileen joked, her hand sliding over her burgeoning breast, "but it won't be ready for a while." She could feel his eyes upon her, the familiar feel of a man looking her over sent the usual thrill through her body, the growing tingle in her pussy not caring that it was her daddy.

"Here let me pour you a glass," she offered.

Shutting the fridge Harold moved to her side, his hair standing on end as he could smell the soft scents of her shampoo and the lotion she rubbed on her belly. Just being near her was a sweet torture. Three months of exile from his wife's sweet embrace had taken its toll, and he wasn't sure how much more he could endure. Eileen poured the glass full of milk, holding it up for him. His hand brushed against hers as he took hold of the glass, and he caught her eyes watching him intently as he took a long drink.

"Mom not being cooperative again?" she asked slyly.

The single grunt that formed Harold's reply elicited a bright smile from her.

"Oh, poor daddy," she said softly. "My coming home has put Mom back into deep freeze, huh?"

His growl only made her eyes widen, her suspicions now confirmed. She touched his chest through his t-shirt, and the feel of his muscular body next to her tiny frame made her feel that special warmth, and not the kind a girl usually gets from her dad.

"You know, pregnancy does weird things to a woman's body." She began hesitantly.

Harold took another gulp, looking at her questioningly. Pursing her lips, Eileen rubbed her knees together, searching for an angle to scratch the growing itch. "The hormones sort of run wild, and they can drive a girl crazy if she doesn't have a release." 

"Yeah, I feel you there," Harold said, finishing off the glass, though he didn't move away. He stood almost directly over her, trying not to be obvious while he took in the clear view of her tits, the soft skin of her bosom calling out to him hypnotically.

"I bet you do," she said, her hand coming to rest on top of his. "You know daddy, I'm a woman."

Harold's eyes narrowed as he turned to consider her carefully, her words sounding alarms in his head, though he was choosing to ignore them for the moment.

"And you know I've had steady boyfriends in the past. Heck," she patted her growing belly, "I'm pregnant right now. I'm used to certain things and since I've been home, well, I've been going without, just like you." Her finger tips traced along the sides of his index finger, the tiny sensation sending jolts throughout his body.

"Baby, your mother--" he began unsteadily.

"Neglects you and has for years," Eileen whispered fiercely. "I know what goes on, or more importantly, what doesn't go on, in this house!" In her anger she gripped his hand firmly and then softened, covering his with her smaller hands.

"You have needs, as do I, Daddy." Eileen lifted his hand up to her lips, kissing it softly before bringing it down to rest in the valley between her breasts. "There is no shame in helping each other out with our needs."

Harold tried to pull his hand back, but Eileen held it tightly, not allowing him to escape, as she lifted her eyes to look into his. She could see the desire hidden there, had always felt it in his gaze, but knew that he kept it in check, despite the cold world of denial in which he lived.

"Daddy," she whispered, molding her body to his. With the soft press of her boobs against his ribs and the smell of her hair filling his nostrils, Harold couldn't control the way his body reacted any more than he could have controlled the tide.

"Oh daddy," Eileen cooed with delight, feeling his hardened cock pressing into the soft underside of her belly, "I know exactly what you need." She slid her hand up his leg, her fingers lightly scratching his inner thigh as she lifted higher, cupping his hefty balls in her hand.

"Eileen, don't-" Harold said, trying to brush her hand away, but she pressed tighter against him. To reach her hand he'd have to wrap his arm around her, and that would only pull her body closer. He sighed heavily, ashamed that he couldn't control his reaction, as he felt the last of his will being shredded slowly by her insistence.

"Shh. I'm a mommy now; I know how a daddy needs to be taken care of," Eileen said softly. "Let this mommy take care of her daddy."

Closing his eyes, Harold turned so that he was leaning back against the counter, trying to convince himself that he was only an innocent bystander, a victim of circumstance. With her quirky smile set upon her lips, Eileen slid her body against her father's, her breasts dragging from the lower half of his chest down across his stomach, her nipples burning streaks into his flesh. Harold wondered to which circle of hell he would be relegated for this sin, but, as his daughters hands pulled at his boxers and freed his aching cock, he knew that, whatever punishment he was given, it would be worth it.

"Oh," Eileen gasped with delight, "it's so big and hard! I'm gonna love taking care of my daddy!"

Her fingers curled around his shaft, the feel of her touch causing Harold to groan in disbelief. She watched as a drop of clear liquid gathered at the slit, a glob of sweet desire that she couldn't resist tasting. He felt her tongue swipe over the crown of his cock, his knees nearly buckling with the unexpected sensation.

"Oh, daddy liked that, huh?" she asked, stroking him gently, her fingers sliding across his humid flesh. "Then you are gonna love this."

Eileen opened her mouth, her tongue pressed forward, sliding along the underside of her father's cock as she pushed it into the wetness slowly. Her lips relented as the crown pressed against them, her watered anticipation of this act coating him liberally as he slid into her face as easily as if it was a well-juiced cunt. To Harold, the feeling was beyond anything he could remember. His wife hadn't bothered to give him head in ages, since well before Eileen had entered high school.

She took him in slowly, savoring the delicious sin of taking her father's cock into her mouth.

The taste and smell of this, the most forbidden of penises, was not something she could rush. She knew she'd do this again, if her father let her, but there would never be another first time. So, with deliberate slowness, she suckled upon her father's sex, working more of it into her wet mouth in gradual steps. Harold listened to the slurping, felt the suction on his cock, her lips and tongue squeezing and licking at a quick, steady pace.

Breathing deeply through her nose, Eileen pushed forward, her own desire threatening to make her rush through this act, though she tried to tell herself that she was only going faster for her father's sake. At last the tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat, causing her to cough just the slightest bit. Harold tried to pull back, fearing for his daughter, but she brushed his hands aside, wordlessly assuring him that she was perfectly fine. Taking another deep breath, Eileen stopped sucking and just pressed forward, allowing her father's cock to slip into her throat.

"Oh fuck," Harold groaned, never having felt this sensation before. The fact that it was his daughter performing this feat on him made something snap in his mind and he could no longer hold back the explosion that had been growing since he first spotted Eileen standing at the counter.

The spurt of jizz that poured into her throat surprised Eileen, and she pulled back, another blast landing on her tongue and sloshing in her mouth. Stroking her father's cock, she moved it so that the spitting tip was pressed against her lips, another glob of cum oozing out and coating them before she opened up and licked the slippery seed into her mouth.

Harold huffed and puffed, trying to catch his breath from the most intense orgasm he'd had in years. His mind was numb, unable to believe that his little girl, his pregnant daughter, knew how to do such a thing, and that she had just done it to him. He opened his eyes at last, looking down at her where her satisfied smile made his heart quicken.

"Baby, we shouldn't have-" Harold started.

"Yes, we should have," she interrupted again. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "And we aren't done yet." Eileen took his hand and led him to the couch where she sat down and pulled at him until he sat next to her.

"Baby I can't do this to you, it's wrong," Harold objected. "I'm your father."

"I know," Eileen answered simply, taking his hand and placing it on her left tit, pushing his fingers until he was groping her tenderly. "Oh god, I need this," she moaned. "I've been going nuts, dying for you to touch me daddy. Do I feel nice daddy? My titties have been getting bigger since I got pregnant. My bras are getting too small to hold them." 

Harold tried to speak, but the words would not come and he was left with his mouth hanging open as he tried to deny how much he loved touching her this way.

"You knew that, huh? I've seen you staring at me, at them," she squeezed his hand tighter about her tit, "when you think I'm not looking."

Harold brought up his other hand and cupped her right tit as well, squeezing them and then pushing them together. Their soft roundness, the sweet weight of them, rolling in his hands was more than he could have imagined. Eileen just sighed, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of her father's forbidden touch. After some minutes, Harold slid his hand down across her tummy, lovingly caressing the bulge that was beginning to show. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the top, Eileen sliding her hands through his hair and stroking him as he peppered her with kisses.

"Do you find me sexy, daddy?" Eileen asked. She felt him nod his head, her smile beaming in the darkness. "Am I sexier now because I'm pregnant?" Once again he nodded, vigorously. "I've always known that you thought I was sexy. That's why you hardly gave me any hugs growing up, huh? You were afraid I'd find out your secret."

Harold just held on to her, his hands clasping behind her back as he hugged her tightly. His mind reeled, "How could she have known?" he wondered. He'd tried so hard to hide his feelings, but apparently he was easier to read than he had guessed. In his attempt to protect her from his deviancy he had pushed her away, possibly causing her to seek out destructive relationships like the one that had left her pregnant and alone.

"It's alright, Daddy," Eileen whispered, her fingers still sliding through his hair as she leaned to kiss the top of his head. "I've known, for years, what I do to you. I longed to be more than just a daughter to you, but I saw how hard you fought against it, so I never made that move. Now? Now, I see that we need each other more than ever – and I'm not gonna let you suffer alone anymore!"

Harold looked up and knew that, at that moment, his fate was sealed. Eileen looked down at him and, even in the darkness he could see the fierce love in her eyes, not just that of a daughter, but of a woman. She pulled his face close and her lips pressed against his, her mouth opening and her tongue pushing against his lips until he relented and let her in. It was the kiss of a long-lost lover, suddenly found, and the fear that they might slip away again made it desperate and harried. Whimpering, she pulled at him, tugging at his shirt until he leaned back and pulled it off in a hurried frenzy.

While he was taking off the shirt she had removed her own. When he looked down, she was sitting before him, naked except for the boy shorts that she wore.

"Take me, daddy. I'm yours, make me yours," she urged, turning to the side so that she was lying lengthwise on the couch. Her thighs rubbed against each other unconsciously, once again trying to scratch that itch inside. He could smell her now, strong and pungent, the scent of a woman in heat.

"I want to taste you," Harold said hoarsely, the words coming out of his mouth without thinking. His wife hadn't let his face near her pussy in ages. It was something that he had dearly loved to do and now, with his daughter open before him, he couldn't deny his urge.

"I want to eat your pussy, baby," he said, looking her in the eyes.

"Okay, daddy," she whispered, awed that her father would want to do something so intimate with her. She had worried that she might have to work harder to seduce him, but he had come along easier than she had guessed. Lifting one leg, she rested it upon his shoulder, opening her body to him, offering him unrestricted access to her kitty.

Harold's hands shook as he took hold of the soft, lacy trim of her underwear, the feel of them so feminine that for a moment he was mesmerized. His fingers slid over the flare of her hip, lost in the sight and smell of her, his body reacting once again to their closeness. Looking into her eyes, he was moved by the hunger there, her need clearly written on her face as she waited for him, her father, to take her. Pulling, he slipped the shorts of her body, Eileen lifting her hips so that he could uncover her ass and then he was slipping them off her feet.

Looking down, Eileen had pushed her knees apart, her pussy covered in dark, wispy hairs that curled around the lips, Harold had never seen a more beautiful sight in all of his life. There was a gleam of moisture where she was opening for him, a flower unfurling its petals as the sun came out to warm its soft leaves, beckoning him inward. Kneeling on the floor before her, Harold lowered his face between her thighs, taking a deep breath, the smell of her aroused body washing over him and sending his mind into a whirlwind of colors and emotions as he experienced his daughter in this new way for the first time.

"Oh, Daddy," Eileen whispered, her hand cradling the back of his head as he dipped his tongue into her slit. The wetness that seeped from her sex was thick and sweet, like honey and wine. She twisted her hips, hunching her pussy against his exploring lips, covering her father's face in her cream as he swiped at her clit before diving into her opening.

Eileen's moans and whimpers were punctuated by the loud slurping of her father feasting on her cunny. Three orgasms racked her body, forcing her to bite into the pillow to keep from crying out loudly and possibly waking her mother, before she finally pushed her dad away, unable to take his oral assault on her pussy any longer.

"I want to eat you more," Harold said, his voice regaining some of the firmness that she remembered as a child, the tone he seemed to have lost in the last ten years or so.

"I know," Eileen said sweetly, "and you will. But right now Daddy needs to fuck his little momma. I need your big, hard dick in my cunt." Her words had cut through his haze, the curse words making him flinch coming from her sweet mouth. "You do want to fuck me, right?" she teased. Sitting up, she pushed him back and reached down between his legs, finding his dick standing straight up and rock hard. "Ahh, that's what I thought. Daddy does want to fuck his dirty little girl."

Eileen guided him up onto the couch where Harold sat, staring wide eyed as she backed up on him, her legs straddling his and then she lowered her pussy to his upright rod. Harold's eyes rolled back in his head as his cock was enveloped by the soaked, velvet grip of his daughter's sugar walls. Slowly she sank down, letting the weight of her body drive him into her until at last his balls were squished up against the plump cheeks of her ass, their pubic hairs nestling together. He could feel her flexing, the grip of her cunt squeezing his cock in a slow, steady rhythm.

"Oh baby, you are so bad. I love it," he admitted.

"I knew you would, Dad," she cooed, leaning back and kissing him deeply on the mouth, their tongues battling back and forth lewdly, their slurps mingling with the wet sounds of their fucking. He lifted her up, giving her room to shift her hips so that she could slide him in and out easily.

Eileen grabbed at her breasts, squeezing them tightly and pinching her nipples until the pain matched her pleasure. Soon the sound of her ass slapping against her father's stomach filled the room, a counter-rhythm to their gasps and heavy breathing. Harold felt her pussy clamp down on him, signaling her orgasm as she pushed down against him, driving his cock as deep into her as she could manage. As it passed she began to fuck him furiously, her hips a blur as she worked to claim his second load.

"Oh god, baby, I'm gonna cum! You need to get off! I can't cum in you!" Harold gasped.

"Yes you can, dad," Eileen huffed. "I'm already knocked up! You can't get me more pregnant. This is the best thing about being preggers: you can cum in me all you want, and no one will ever know!"

Her words triggered his release, and he pulled her down onto him, his hands holding onto her hips tightly, Harold thrust up and felt his seed rocket from his body, spurting deep inside his baby girls' gasping pussy. Eileen exploded in another orgasm of her own, their wetness leaking from her and soaking Harold's lap and the cushion below.

It was a long while before the living room was once again quiet with the sound of their soft breathing. Eileen curled up on her father's lap, his limp cock pressing into the cheek of her ass as she held onto his neck, cradled in his arms. The smell of their coupling was strong in the air, though neither seemed to mind or had any concerns regarding it.

"You remember how the sewing room and the painting room used to be bedrooms?" Eileen asked without preamble as she held onto her father. Her mother's crafts had seemed to take over most of the house, her hobbies having obviously become more important than her marriage.

"Yeah, why?" he asked quizzically.

"Well, I'm thinking that we may want to make them into bedrooms again," she said, chuckling softly.

"We already have a room for the baby," Harold explained, confused as it seemed he was pointing out the obvious.




Quickie: Late Night Snack



"Oh I know, we have room for this baby, but I was thinking of rooms for the babies you give me, Dad."



Quickie Mart



I stopped at a pay phone outside the In-N-Out quickie mart out by the highway and called Ulysses Homeslice's pager. 

While I waiting for his call-back, one of those old Ford Velociteers screeched to a halt alongside the curb. It was as big and black as a hearse. The store's plate glass windows shook with the lowdown idling of its souped-up engine. 

Three punks in black sunglasses sat inside. Two greasy fuckups in the front. In back was a ghostly pale chick with short, raven-black hair and blood-red lipstick. 

The girl got out of the freak mobile and sauntered into the store as I was dialing Homeslice. She wore big black army boots and a black slip for a skirt. 

A slit up the side showed her white thigh. Pressed into it were bruises like fingerprints that made me think she liked it a little rough. 

I read her skin tight T-shirt. A faded silk-screen of Jesus side-by-side with Satan. Above Jesus it said LOVES ME. Above the devil, LOVES ME NOT. 

The cotton shirt was so threadbare it was translucent. She had her sleeves rolled up. A ring of thorny barbed wire was tattooed around her scrawny left bicep. 

She went bra-less. I fell in love with her tits. They were fist-sized balls of flesh with dark brown nipples. 

My dick got interested real quick. I watched her through the plate glass window as she lingered at the back of the store. She picked a comic book off the wire carousel and flipped through it, looking bored. 

The passenger got out of the Velociteer. He swung a sawed-off at his side, clomping toward the door in his red-laced shitkickers. His shredded jeans flapping as he pulled open the door. 

Goddamn armed robber. Not a careerist like me but an unprofessional punk doing it for thrills. Just another sucker at heart. 

I watched the scene play itself out like I was watching a TV show I'd seen already. You know what's gonna happen but you look anyway cuz there's nothing else on. 

The stickup man was pointing the shotgun at the skinny immigrant cliché behind the counter. He wore a bright yellow baseball cap with Have a Nice Day on it. A painful smile was frozen on his face as he pulled bills from the register. 

He wasn't going fast enough. The punk was freaking out. Yelling and waving that sawed-off around. 

Suddenly it went off. I thought the punk had shot the guy. But it wasn't like that. The barrel must've been blocked, cuz the shot had blown back in the shooter's face. 

The blast threw him backward into a cardboard display of Fancee pastries. It was an avalanche of cupcakes, powdered donuts and sticky buns. The sap's legs buckled beneath him and he was dead before he hit the ground. 

The Velociteer spun its wheels as it peeled outta there. I smelled the sharp odor of burnt rubber. Exhaust from the dual pipes breezed by. 

Inside the store, the clerk was losing it. Laughing and crying at once. He picked up the shotgun and held it out at arm's length and was actually talking to it. Like it was gonna talk back and tell him why the world's so outta whack. 

He finally bolted out the front door. Shit stained his white pants. He was booking across the lot like he wasn't gonna stop till he got back to wherever the hell he came from. 

I pulled open the door to the convenience store and waltzed inside. The smell of gunsmoke and fresh blood hung in the air. 

The store was cold and awful quiet. I could hear the fluorescent lights buzzing and freezers humming. 

I made my way down the first aisle and peeked around the corner. The gun moll was down on the floors on all fours, peeking around the corner. In her hand was a 9 mm. 

There's something about a girl with a gun. Or maybe it's something about a girl with her butt up in the air. Her slip was hiked up over white cotton panties with yellow daisies. 

I lifted a cap gun that looked real from the toy shelf and, sneaking up behind her, pressed the snubnose into her back. "Drop it, sweetheart." 

"Fuck!" she hissed. 

"Police." She lay the 9 mm down. I grabbed it and unloaded it, pocketing the cartridge and sliding the gun away. "Keep your hands behind your head!" I barked. 

"What the fuck're you doing, pig?" 

"I dunno. I'm just making it up as I go along." 

"I mean between my fucking legs!" 

"It's called frisking." 

My hands were all over her ass. Talk about convenience! She was right where I wanted her -- down on all fours. I'd pulled away the crotch of her daisy panties and was stroking the soft folds of her pussy. 

Her laugh was a snort. "I ain't got anything up there!" 

"Cavity search, ma'am. Standard procedure." She loosened at my fingertips. I dipped inside her cunt. "Well, well, well -- what do we have here?" I asked as I found her bud. 

"Fucking bastard," she said through clenched teeth. My hard jeans pinched my dick. I wasn't wearing any underwear -- freeballin' for the hell of it. 

"Take it easy, baby," I said. "My backup'll be here any minute. Maybe the 10-7 was the only perp. If you know what I mean, and I think you do." 

She breathed a heavy sigh. I had her and she knew it. "Make it fast, motherfucker." 

Kneeling on the floor, I unbuckled my belt and undid my fly. I pulled out my cock and let it flop out. It swayed its fat head from side to side as it straightened out. 

I tugged those panties down to her knees. Her ass was luminously white. Like it'd never seen a ray of sunshine. AC goosepimpled her skin. 

I grabbed her cheeks, manhandling the firm flesh. My fingers left splotches of pink. My joint was expanding like the goddamn universe. 

I guided my dick into her crotch, fitting its head into her hole. I started to squeeze inside. Her cunt seized up and closed in on me. 

I wish you could've been there. Just to feel that snatch clutch every inch like she was gonna choke it. Unbelievably tight -- like you could shove a lump of coal up there and ten minutes later it'd come out a diamond. 

My hard-on swelled against her muscles until that uptight pussy finally began to succumb. It stopped resisting. It couldn't escape its destiny. It knew. It was gonna get fucked. 

Hang a sign on her ass that sez COME IN cuz she was open for business! My stomach slapped her butt as I screwed her from behind. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back onto my raging ramrod. 

I fucked her until she started to fuck me back. She rocked her ass back to meet my thrusts and push me in as far as was humanly possible. My balls banged her crotch. 

My cock felt great but my knees were killing me. That tile floor was murder on my caps. Good thing there's more than one way to skin a cat. 

I pulled out and stood up, knees screaming. I pulled her to her feet. She didn't protest as I picked her up and sat her ass down in a cardboard display filled with herbal shampoo. 

She spread her legs as I positioned my dickhead at her cunt and pushed inside. My cock slid deep inside her body. There's nothing better than seeing your dick that far inside a girl. Our pubes scratched together. 

I started off slow but was soon fucking faster. Her legs bounced with every thrust. Her army boots kicked the display as I kept up with the rhythm of the Blurpee machine endlessly churning cherry red slush. 

Her tits rolled every which way. I pushed her shirt up to her neck. I covered one breast with my hand and squeezed. The flesh was cool to the touch. I played with her nipples, pulling them until she pinched her eyes shut. 

Her red lips were open as we fought. We were fighting to get each other off. It was the war between the sexes down there, and her pussy gave as good as it got. 

She stuck a finger in her mouth to coat it with spit. Then she reached down to her crotch and frigged her own clit. Her finger became a blur as she strummed herself to a climax. 

She started to squeak. Her whole body tightened as she came. Her hands were white-knuckled fists. Her back arched. Her belly curved upwards. Her nostrils flared. I laid into her as pussy rippled up and down and all over my cock. 

I fucked her like it was the end of the world. My dick was burning up her cunt. I was the nuke and she was ground zero. 

My shuddering orgasm hit hard. It was like a beautiful mushroom cloud spreading against the sky. Windows and whole buildings blown to smithereens with the force of my blast. Civilization was a greasespot by the time we got through with it. 

We were the last two people left on the face of the earth. It was Adam and Eve all over again. Naked inside a convenience store, with the fluorescent lights buzzing above our heads like fallout. 

I helped her out of the display. The red outline of shampoo bottles and caps were pressed into the back of her pale thighs. She pulled her shirt down and looked for her panties. She found them snagged on the rack of Rope-a-Ronis. 

"Can I fuckin' go now or what?" she bitched. She was the self-loathing kind of girl who resented you for making her cum. 

"Yeah," I said. "Get the fuck outta here."



Quickie No.1



As I pulled up into the driveway, I could feel the blood rushing through my circulatory system as my heart pumped faster. My girlfriend, Abigail, would be in our room, on her laptop, doing whatever it is she does after coming home from work. She was an accountant, and I was a doctor, working at H.P.C. Medical Association. I opened the car door, almost slipped on the pavement, and grabbed a shit-tonne of paperwork from the back seat. I walked quickly to the front door, turning my torso in order for me to lock the car.

Keys in my mouth, I fumbled for the right key to unlock the door to my humble abode. Dumping the paper on the nearest table, I kicked the door shut. I threw my coat on a peg and ran up the stairs, as if being chased by a rabid dog. Opening the door to my room, I caught Abigail do an Alt+Tab on her laptop. Of course she had resorted to porn. I was late, after all.

I looked her in the eyes and she showed me a sexily devilish grin. Her glossy, naturally ginger hair cascaded down her back and the front of her right shoulder like a golden waterfall. She closed down her laptop with her elegant hands (nails, never painted or polished, as they were perfect anyway). She leapt from her chair and wrapped her arms round my shoulders, pressing her warm lips against mine. She didn't hesitate to start probing my mouth with her tongue. We speedily began to undress, Abigail unbuttoning her pinstripe blazer and me throwing off my maroon cardigan. Her shirt came off, then mine, then as she went to pull her vest off her head, I caught her arms behind her head and the neck of the vest rested under her nose, so just her mouth was showing.

I kissed her again, and let go of her wrists. her vest fell to the ground, then I concentrated on her beautiful breasts. Her pink nipples stood to attention and I engulfed one in my mouth, nibbling on it and twirling my tongue around the areola. My hands drifted south, soon unbuttoning her black trousers and slipping off her white panties. Her 25 year old cunt was oozing her sweet sticky nectar, and I released myself from her tit. And with no ado being in any way furthered, plunged my first two fingers into the tight crevice. I licked at her clit and she released a long moan, clearly wanting something more.

Before long, I was laid on my back on the bed, my trousers and boxer shorts no longer touching my body. Abigail's fragile hands were stroking my erect penis. She quickened the pace, eventually getting to the point where she was pumping my cock up and down. After a considerable amount of precum gathered on the end of my dick, Abigail parted her lips and slathered my penis in her saliva. She was licking and sucking my dick, cleaning every last drop of precum from the tip. I was rapidly nearing orgasm when she slowly lifted her face from my genitals and smiled that devilish smile once more. She stood up and climbed onto the bed. She stood on the quilt, one smooth leg either side of my hips. She fell forward and landed with her hands either side of my face, before relaxing her whole body and lowering her shaved pussy onto my rock-hard cock. She used one hand to move the end of my penis along her cunt lips, then sank right the way down until my rod was swallowed up by this cock-hungry angel. Abigail rode my dick to heaven and back, bobbing her pussy up and down along the shaft, her petite ass slapping against my thighs, making the famous sound commonly heard in porn. As I began to reach orgasm, Abigail leapt off my dick and teased her rim with the slick member. She was blatantly lubing up her ass. She sank the tighter of her holes onto my slippery penis and the warm feeling of being inside her luxuriously tight ass shot through me. She pumped her beautiful behind onto my veined dick, tainting her voice with pain and pleasure. Before long, I felt the familiar tingling feeling inside my balls, and shot my warm cum straight into her cunt as she contracted around my cock.

We lay there, sweaty and exhausted, my semi-flaccid penis still resting happily in Abigail's pussy. She rose, leaving my cock to slither out of her vagina. She showered. I got up and opened her laptop. I clicked on the Internet Explorer tab that was still open, bringing up the porn website Abigail was viewing prior to my arrival. 

Wait, lesbian porn? What the fuck?!



Quickie on the Couch



I see you sitting on the couch and walk up to you. I straddle your lap, grab the back of your neck with one hand and start kissing you hard, deep, passionately. My tongue plays with yours. You grab my ass and pull me tight against you so I can feel your hardening cock through our clothes. I moan and wiggle my hips a little. I trail my hands down your chest to the bottom of your shirt. Sliding my hands underneath, I want to feel your bare skin. When I reach your nipples, I tweak then lightly, making you moan. I then pull your shirt off. 

You start to kiss my neck, which elicits a moan from me. Your hands grab the bottom of my shirt and you take it off slowly, watching the skin that's revealed along the way. When you see my tits sitting pretty in the black lacy bra I'm wearing, you groan and reach for them. Feeling, caressing, squeezing. You go back to kissing my neck and earlobes while your hands are busy. My head rolls back as I moan at what you're doing to me. Moving your lips to the other side of my neck, you reach behind me and unhook my bra and take it off. Grasping my bare tits in your strong hands, you trail your lips and tongue towards my aching nipples. Taking one into your mouth, you tease me lightly, then sucking hard, then back to lightly using your tongue. You gently bite down causing me to writhe and groan. You repeat the same on my other nipple, giving it equal attention.

Lifting me off your lap, you lay me back on the couch and reach for my jeans. Unbuckling my belt, then undoing the button and sliding the zipper down, you can't wait to get in my pants. You slide one hand inside and realize I'm not wearing any underwear. Grasping the waistband, you slowly pull my jeans down my legs and off. Tossing them off to the side, your eyes zero in on my pussy. Shaved but for a strip of hair leading the way, you push my thighs apart to take a better look. You can easily see how wet I am. You lean down and tease the outer lips with your fingers. I moan, hips moving, wanting more. Taking a few teasing light licks, you still avoid where I want you most. I groan in frustration.

You take a deep breath, inhaling my scent. On a moan, you start licking my clit, alternating between circling it and long strokes with your tongue. I groan loudly and my hips jump at the contact. Your finger meanwhile teases my hole, which is growing wetter by the second. You slide one finger in a little, then add a second. Finger fucking me while licking, nibbling and sucking my clit. By now, I'm sopping wet, my juices covering your fingers, face and trailing down my ass crack. Following that path, your finger starts to play with my ass. My hips lift in invitation. You apply slight pressure and your finger easily slides in, with the lube of my juices and because I'm just so fucking turned on.

Wanting to feel you, I sit up and slide to my knees on the floor in front of you. I pop the button in your jeans and slowly lower your zipper, feeling your hardness beneath. You lift your hips slightly so I can strip you completely. On a groan, I grasp your hard cock in my hand and take the head into my waiting mouth. Licking, teasing the ridge a bit before sliding my lips as far onto you as I can. Sucking up, then back down again. Up, then down again. Lightly grabbing a handful of my hair, your hips buck and I moan.

You pull me off you as you have other thoughts on what you want to do to me. Putting your hands under my arms, you pull me up. You hold your cock upright as I straddle you again, lowering my dripping pussy onto your hard, throbbing cock. We both moan as you slide in and fill me up. You grab the back of my head and pull your lips to mine again. Kissing you back feverishly, I slowly grind my hips on you, making us both crazy.

Soon I can't take it anymore. I grab the back of the couch and just ride you. Feeling you deep inside me. Feeling my clit rub your pelvic bone with every thrust. I love the way your cock feels fucking up into me, I'm moaning continually by this point. I can feel my orgasm come closer...closer...rushing up and through my body with every move I make. I open my eyes and look into yours when I finally fly over that peak. Feeling my pussy convulse around your fat cock, you can't take it any longer and on a groan, let yourself go, cumming hard deep inside me.

I lean forward, resting my head on your shoulder as we wait for our heartbeats to slow and our breathing to return to normal.



Quickie On The Dock



She wasn't the thinnest or youngest woman at the campground that weekend, but she was still sexy. Dangling her legs off the edge of the dock at the boat launch, she spent a lot of time staring out at the boats on the lake. She was waiting for one of them to return. 

With my sunglasses on, she couldn't tell how intently I was studying her. I feigned casual disinterest while deliberately keeping my inner tube float oriented so that she was in my field of view. Even though my legs and butt were half submerged in the lake, the oppressive afternoon temperatures had lulled me into a lazy slowness. All day long, the sun and heat had been remarkably intense, and nearly everyone at the campground had retreated into their air-conditioned RVs or been drawn down to the shore to enjoy the cool clear water.

The woman on the dock was the one that my gaze kept returning to, even though she was wearing a one-piece swimsuit and several teenage girls nearby had two-piece bikinis on. They were much younger and firmer than her; somehow that made what they wore seem less remarkable. Despite showing more skin, they were wearing exactly what society dictated. The appearance of this mature woman, however, seemed subtly subversive. 

Even though her one-piece tank suit was most likely a 1X size, it was cut very daringly. The rear of the suit adequately covered her butt cheeks, but was otherwise mostly backless. The leg openings were cut very high on the sides and front, all the way up to her waist, leaving her tanned hip bones uncovered. That style isn't the current fashion, but it looked good on her. The neckline was scooped low and wide, exposing a good portion of her chest, which was equally bronze. She wore the shoulder straps very wide on her shoulders, almost ready to slide off the curves of her upper arms. She sat casually leaning forward, supporting herself by locking her elbows while holding onto the edge of the dock. In that position, the fabric of her swimsuit lost its stretch and hung limply away from the front of her body. The low scoop neck left a whole lot of her bust on display. From my vantage point slightly below her in the water, I wasn't able to glimpse her nipples, but I guessed that anyone standing on the dock would have an unhindered downblouse view of her tits. And yet, in the twenty minutes I'd been watching her, she never once adjusted her suit to better cover herself. The longer I stared, the more I picked up a brazen, risqué vibe from her. 

Hunched over the way she was, I could see a slight belly crease inside the loose leg openings. Her deeply tanned face was just starting to show tiny wrinkles next to her eyes, but her cheeks and neck were smooth, tight and elegant. She had chestnut hair, streaked with artificial blonde highlights, which despite obviously coming from a salon were still very becoming. She wore her hair up, haphazardly balled up on the back of her head and kept in place with a large hair clip, so the faint breezes off the lake could reach the back of her long, gracefully curved neck. The wind and humidity had wilted her hairdo, however, and small wisps of hair hung loose, framing her face. A couple of longer, thicker sections of hair were plastered to her shoulders, the ends wet with lake water. She'd applied lipstick before coming down to the shore, but like her hair, the long hot day outdoors had taken its toll on it. The slight hint of crimson that remained on her full, lush lips combined with dramatically large gold hoop earrings that nearly touched her shoulders and an ostentatiously large diamond solitaire on her left hand to give her a distinct aura of glamour. Based on her appearance, most casual observers would surmise that she was in her late forties, but any guess from a hard-lived 39 to a well-preserved 55 would be reasonable. Despite the onset of middle age, it was clear that she had been an absolute knockout in her youth, and had grown accustomed to thinking of herself as sexy. Staring at her, I thought the overall package was still sexy as all hell. 

A woman in a tank top and shorts came from the campground, walking toward the boat launch ramp and the swimming area next to it. "C'mon, kids!" she hollered. "Time to come in. You all need to eat and get showered before we go to the movie." I watched the two bikini-wearing teenagers and their younger siblings gather their things and hike off toward the campground. Only the woman on the dock and I remained at the shore. 

"How long until sunset?" she asked out of the blue.

I glanced to the west. We were already in the shade of the evergreens on shore, and the lengthening shadows of the tall pines were stretching out far into the lake. "A half hour or so," I guessed, still scanning the horizon. "Maybe forty minutes at most." 

When I looked back at her, I was surprised to see one strap of her suit had dropped off her shoulder. I wondered if she knew it had fallen. 

"He needs to get that jet-ski off the water by sundown," she said quietly to herself, staring out at the lake. Without saying anything more, making no eye contact with me, she reached up and slipped the swimsuit strap off her other shoulder. The front of the suit dropped low enough that I could see a tantalizingly thin crescent of one large, dark areola. Tiny drops of sweat and lakewater that had been trapped inside her suit clung to her skin. Only the stiffness of the bra cups sewn into her swimsuit kept it from slipping down to her waist and exposing her tits completely. While I knew that she was deliberately giving me a show, I tried not to react and simply kept staring at the way her suit was partially, precariously shielding her breasts. My cock began to tingle, then stiffen. 

After a few minutes, she sat up straight, arched her back and tried to stretch her arms out to the sides. The straps of her suit dangling at her elbows prevented it, so she nonchalantly slipped her arms out of the suit and tried again. As she stretched, her nipples came into view. She then unabashedly raised her arms over her head in a graceful arc, allowing the top of her swimsuit to drop all the way to her waist. I could now see her globes in their entirety. They were perhaps slightly larger than average in size, and without the swimsuit to support them they hung slightly low on her chest. The dark-brown nipples pointed downward a bit, but they were thick and stiff, surrounded by prominent areolas. They were, in short, much like the tits of countless other mature, naturally-endowed women. What I found so sexy was that they were suntanned down slightly past the tops of her areolas, nearly to her nipples. Only the very bottom curves of her breasts were without any tan at all. Those tanlines bore mute testimony to many hours spent outdoors in extremely low-cut tops and swimsuits that drew attention to her assets. Anybody could tell she enjoyed showing off her endowments. As I dwelled on that incredibly sexy thought, my cock was standing fully erect inside my swim trunks. Thankfully, it wasn't clearly apparent due to the way I sat scrunched into the inner tube.

"If you're going to hit on me, now would be the time," she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Excuse me?" I blurted out in surprise.

"You've been ogling me all afternoon. We're the only two people here now. He'll have to come in off the water soon, and as soon as he gets back to the dock, he'll want to head to the campground for dinner. If you're going to make a move on me, you need to make it now."

"What did you have in mind?"

"The same thing that's on your mind — sex."

"Sex?" I echoed back stupidly.

"Don't you want to nail me? Or did I get our signals crossed? You've been watching me very intently; I assumed you were getting turned on by what you saw."

So much for my stealthy methods of observation. "Yeah, I was. I mean, I am," I stammered. "Yeah, definitely." 

"Well, then..." she began pinching her nipples with her left hand and slid the other over her spandex-covered crotch as she gave me a slightly wicked grin. "...What's stopping us?"

"What, right now?"

"Why not? Just a bit of naughty fun."

"Are you really that slutty?" I asked.

"Slutty enough to let you come over here right now and stick your cock inside me? Oh yeah, you bet I am."

"Wow, right here?" I asked incredulously. "We'll get busted for sure."

"I like being a little risqué. Or a LOT risqué. It turns me on." She spread her legs apart and pulled the crotch of her swimsuit aside. She wasn't totally shaved, but her pubic hair was nicely trimmed into a narrow strip no wider than her pussy lips. The high-cut swimsuit demanded it. Two fingers found her button. "C'mon, nobody's watching." She started moving her clit in small circles while her other hand went back to teasing one titty, then the other. I simply stared back at her, slack-jawed. 

"Well, get over here!" she protested playfully, smiling a coy smirk that melted my resolve and further hardened my dick. I glanced around the shoreline. She was technically correct; there was no one directly in view. But I could clearly hear the sound of radios, shouting kids and conversing voices from the campground. There were plenty of people in close proximity, and anybody who might want to swim or launch a boat could show up without warning. But watching her on the dock with her swimsuit half off, openly pleasuring herself, suddenly made me much more horny than scared. I decided that I didn't care what happened. A beautiful woman was offering me her pussy; there could only be one response. I pushed myself off the innertube into the waist-deep water and waded over toward the dock. 

"Your cock looks really hard. Is it?" she asked as I grew closer. 

"Hell yes, it's so hard it's aching."

"Pull down your trunks. I'm almost ready for you." She spread her pussy lips apart with her left hand, then slid two fingers inside. Her right hand was still diddling her clit, even more frantically than before.

"That's it? Just stick it in and fuck? No foreplay? No making out?"

"We don't have time for that. Besides, romance might be nice some of the time, but a girl doesn't always want a long seduction. Right now I'm wet, I'm horny, and I just want the excitement of a hard cock inside me." She positioned herself flat on her back with her ass hanging off the edge of the dock slightly. I pulled my swim trunks down past my crotch. Stepping between her legs, I grabbed her ankles and spread them apart as wide as I could. Where she'd been sitting was just the right distance out on the dock for her pussy to be level with my cock as I stood in the water. Had she planned that on purpose, I wondered? 

As I brought my hips close to her pelvis, she sat up enough to grab my stiff member and rub my moistened cockhead around her lips. They were already surprisingly well lubricated. 

"You're wet," I said.

"Being a bad girl gets me hot," she replied with a devilishly sexy smirk.

I took one last glance around before sticking it into her. My throbbing cock slipped inside her easily. Damn, she really was wet. She cooed and smiled and lay back again. I felt her tense her pelvic muscles and the hot, smooth walls of her tunnel pressed tightly against my shaft. 

"Oh, you got nice equipment, Mister. That feels wonderful." 

"Funny," I said, "That's exactly what I was thinking."

We enjoyed the sensation of several long, luxurious strokes as I slowly, deliberately slid in and out of her. Suddenly, a diesel pickup roared to life somewhere alarmingly close in the trees. I froze. 

"Aww, don't stop! C'mon now, fuck me!" she said. She stared deep into my eyes. "I want to cum with your dick inside me. Fuck me 'til I cum."

Nervously looking around again, I decided not to waste time. I began humping her pussy quickly and rhythmically. She began a string of dirty comments, almost grunted between deep heaving breaths. "Can you believe what we're doing, right out here in the open? I'm such a slut. I can't help it; a hard cock feels so good in my pussy. Give it to me. Push that thing all the way in." 

Since she enjoyed talking dirty while she fucked, I decided to play along. "You feel so good. Your tight cunt feels so good wrapped around my shaft like that. Can you feel every inch of my naked cock inside you? It's all the way up inside you." 

"Yes, I love it! I love getting fucked deep by a hard cock."

"You're acting like such a slut."

"Yes, yes, I'm so slutty." She squirmed around, tugging on her nipples. The hot talk was getting her more and more turned on. "Ohhh. Ohhh. That's so good. I always want sex — everywhere, all the time. I love having a man inside me so much."

"You really do want this all the time, don't you? I bet were thinking about how to get fucked ever since you picked out that sexy swimsuit to wear today."

With every thrust, my legs churned the surface of the lake I was standing in, splashing cool water up onto my ballsack and her ass as they slapped against each other. Her fingers went back on her clit. She was moaning and starting to buck. "Oh, god, I love fucking!" she yelled a little too loud for my comfort. I felt her hips rise up, then stiffen. I instinctively pushed myself all the way in, so that my cock was pressing against her cervix. She kept swirling her fingers around her button for a few more seconds until she orgasmed with a high-pitched squeal, clamping down on my dick and releasing an explosion of spasms that ripped through her torso. As they subsided, I started pumping in and out of her slit again.

Feeling myself penetrate her, seeing the pretty expression of rapture on her face as I slammed my cock into her, staring at those jiggling, dark-nippled tits with those sexy tanlines, watching her unashamedly rub her clit under the cloudless blue sky, I was in heaven. But I was also so damn nervous that a park ranger or some prudish soccer mom would show up at any moment. The thought was keeping me from letting go and cumming. I worried, what if some innocent young buck sees us? I recalled the first time I saw a man and a woman screwing, how exciting that was. He'd sure learn something. Or maybe those girls in the little bikinis will come back and want to watch... 

As I considered the way I was fucking this beautiful, confident woman completely out in the open, imagining various scenarios of how we might get caught, the danger stopped being an impediment and began to heighten my arousal. My swim trunks kept slipping lower and lower down my thighs. My bare ass was totally exposed to whoever might look in our direction, but it felt so good I didn't care. Fuck it, world! I thought to myself. I'm gonna be just like this slut, having sex anywhere, anytime I please! I don't give a damn who sees my hard cock in this sweet pussy. Let them stare, They'll just be envious that I'm the one fucking this sexy, brazen MILF..."

I suddenly felt a surge of pressure at the root of my shaft. "I'm gonna cum," I mumbled.

"Pull out and let me see. Shoot it all over my sexy pussy."

I took a couple more strokes, but I couldn't last any longer. I had to clamp my muscles tight to prevent my jizz from shooting inside her. I had just enough time to pull out and grab my shaft before my cum shot all over her, leaving ribbons of white semen crisscrossing her tangled swimsuit and pussy hair. 

Once my penis stopped spasming and my orgasm subsided, I paused only for a moment or two to drink in my view of the half-naked MILF that had just provided me with so much pleasure. Then, all at once, I had an overwhelming impulse to get us both covered up. This had been such a perfect sexual fantasy come true, I didn't want it ruined by some disastrous turn at the very last moment. I knew I would remember this forever; I preferred it be as "the day I got that awesome quickie at the lake," instead of "the day I got arrested for public lewdness." I reached down to pull up my swim trunks, then stepped away from her. 

She sat up and slid off the dock into the lake with much less urgency than me. She reached below the surface and rinsed my semen and her fluids off of her crotch. "I don't want to give him any hints about what I've been up to," she said with a wink. She waded around a bit with her swimsuit still at her waist, her uncovered tits swaying as she moved.

"I have to come up with something for dinner," she said casually while splashing water onto her bare chest and shoulders to cool her overheated body. The sudden shift from raw lust to everyday small talk was jarring, but not objectionable. It simply demonstrated how amazing our unexpected sexual interlude had been.

"What about grilling something outside?" I suggested. "It should be a perfect evening."

"Yes, that would be good. I'll have to defrost the chicken breasts..."

As if on cue, a jet-ski rounded the point at full speed, headed directly towards the boat launch. She quickly spun around toward shore to hide her bare tits from the approaching craft. As the driver slowed just outside the no-wake zone, she slipped her arms through the straps and lifted her suit back into position. Once she'd adjusted her tits inside the suit a bit, she turned around with a grin on her face. "I told you we'd get away with it," she said quietly. 

She turned her attention away from me as the jet-ski came to a stop at the dock. "Have a good ride, sweetie?" she asked as soon as the engine died.

"Yeah, great," the muscular, tanned young driver replied as he stepped off the craft onto the dock. 

"Are you hungry?"

"Starved."

"I was thinking we'd put some chicken on the grill."

"Sounds great, Mom." He turned toward me. "Hey Dad, I found some slalom buoys set up in one of the coves over by the dam. You should have come out with me."

"Aw, that sounds great, Son...but your mother and I had a fine time hanging out here." I noticed the grin on her face and gave her a knowing wink.



Quickie On The Road



The second thing I noticed about her was the diamond ring on her left hand. As a single man, and a particularly horny one at that, who spends a lot of time on the road, I've learned to consider all women to be potential sex partners. It pays to note at the outset which ones are married. Not that I have any qualms about fucking a married woman, mind you; indeed, they have certain advantages over the single ones. It's just that the rules of engagement are different for married women than they are for the single ones, and you need to select the proper strategy up front.

The first thing I had noticed about her, and the reason I went on to notice her diamond ring, was her fingernails. I love a well manicured set of fingernails, particularly those of striking colors or designs. Hers were white. Not the French-tipped white that is so popular these days, but pure white, from the sharply curved tips all the way down to the cuticle. It was very eye-catching in the way it contrasted with her deeply tanned skin, and demanded my attention from all the way across the departure lounge at SFO as they walked in.

I watched them walk in together. After noting her erotic white fingernails, and then her gigantic diamond ring, I made a point of looking her up and down. She was petite and blond and very tanned. She might have sun-tanned for a living. She had a large riot of blond, streaked hair, which made me guess that she was either stuck in the eighties, or from Texas. Either way, it worked on her. Her facial features were finely chiseled out of porcelain, and I suspected that she was an ice goddess. Her figure was trim but stacked, and she was shorter than average, but with boobs of a size and shape that made my brain shout "store bought!" 

Her husband (I assume) was walking beside her. He was a typical big-business executroid: pinstripe suit, poofy power haircut, $200 shoes. I couldn't tell if he was wearing a Rolex, but it wouldn't have surprised me. I deal with that type in my work all the time. They walked together as if they were each displaying the other as a prize. 

They weren't on my flight. They settled into some seats at gate E-24, departing for DFW. I was at gate E-25, departing for Phoenix Sky Harbor. They settled their tightly clenched asses into their chairs, and held hands in a brittle fashion that looked like it was required by a pre-nup. Their lack of small talk was deafening.

Why did I bother to notice all of this, you ask? Well, like I said, I take it as an obligation to consider all women as potential sex partners, and she was quite a woman.

Anyway, they continued to aggressively ignore each other for awhile. I've had fights with women in my life, but this was something else. They weren't just not talking, they were NOT talking with a vengeance. She would look left, he would look right, then he would look up and she would look down. Occasionally they would accidentally look at each other at the same time, but then they would quickly look away. These two had some major negative mojo going on, and they were not dealing with it well at all.

I wondered what it would be like to fuck her. Her legs were slim and shapely, and her ass was small and tight. Her skirt was extra short, but she wore a man-cut business jacket. She might have walked right off the set from "Melrose Place" in those four-inch heel pumps. Her finely chiseled, brittle features made me wonder what it would take to crack her icy demeanor. I guessed that she would be a frigid fuck. Not that that would be a deal-breaker, mind you. I was looking at four nights in Mesa with few prospects for nookie. I figured at a minimum, I'd commit her face to memory and use it to whack off in the shower, if nothing else.

As I was pondering these issues, the loving couple accidentally caught each others' eyes. He was the first one to crack and actually speak to her. I couldn't hear what he said, but it looked like an attempt at an apology. She would have none of it. The more he spoke, the colder and harder her features became. When he finally stopped to await her reaction, she supplied it: she slapped his face with a vehemence that belied her slight frame. To his credit, he took it like a man; didn't complain, didn't slap back, just looked at her and waited to see if there was more. There wasn't. He stood up, straightened his tie, and strode off.

With all the curiosity of an anthropologist watching a primitive tribe of primates, I waited to see what she would do next. What she did next was glance in my direction and catch me watching! Fortunately, I have no shame, and once she caught my eye, I winked at her. She looked briefly offended at first, and glanced away. But only for a moment, and then she looked back in my direction. She glanced after her husband's retreating figure, then at her watch, then back at me. Then she stood up, with her legs slightly parted and her mouth set in a determined scowl.

She looked me hard in the eyes across the departure lounge. Her gaze went up and down, sizing me up. Then her index finger stabbed out, indicating, "hey you, yes you!" I raised my eyebrows and pointed at my chest. She nodded, jerked with her thumb that I was to follow her, and walked off toward a men's room down the hall without looking back.

Did I follow her? What do you think? I'm not an idiot. Of course I followed her. I followed that taught ass and those slender muscular legs and those come-fuck-me-pumps directly to the men's room in Terminal E at SFO. I pushed the door open and there she was, hands on her hips. She immediately pressed an index finger to my lips, indicating Ground Rule Number One: No Talking. The she grabbed my tie with her other hand and dragged me to the farthest stall.

She pushed me backwards into the stall, turned, and locked the door. Then she turned back to face me and started fumbling with my belt. Soon my trousers were around my ankles, and my cock was jutting out like a bayonet. She dropped to her knees and applied her thin, brittle lips to my shaft and cockhead. Her tiny pink tongue was almost prehensile in the way that it licked, slurped, circled, and laved my tool. She may have looked frigid, but she had plenty of saliva and plenty of moves with that delicate rosebud of a mouth. My straining dick grew another inch beyond its accustomed maximum as she pumped it to its full potential. Her tiny hands, with those erotic white fingernails, stroked my shaft and massaged my scrotum, adding to the potential jism volume of my eventual orgasm.

Once my manhood was pressurized well beyond its usual limits, she stood back up. She reached beneath her short flannel skirt with both hands, and worked her panties down, past her knees, to her ankles, and off. She stuffed them into the purse that was slung over her shoulder. Then she leaned up against me, lifted her left knee to place her foot on the toilet behind me, and grabbed my straining prick, guiding it into her wet juicy pussy. If her heels had been any shorter this might not have worked, but as it was, we were a perfect fit. She impaled herself on my engorged purple shaft, and lowered herself until my skyward-pointing missile of love reached her cervix. She bounced up and down, sliding her slick wet pussy onto my aching cock, and grabbing the buns of my ass through the trousers of my business suit. Not to be outdone, I grabbed her ass as well, and contributed to the pumping action. Together, we worked up a rhythm that accelerated, heated up, and soon achieved critical mass. It wasn't long before my ball juice reached its super-heated critical stage and erupted through the shaft of my schlong, filling her tight pussy with spurt after spurt of white, slimy man-milk.

She hadn't yet come, and I assumed that was why she needed more action. I was wrong in my assumption about her motives, but not about her behavior. She fell to her knees again, and again inhaled my cock into her tiny rosebud of a mouth before it could begin to shrivel. She hoovered it back to full strength before it could even begin to punch out for the day, and soon it was again admiring the ceiling tiles. Then she shoved me back so that I was sitting on the toilet lid. She hiked her miniskirt up over her slender hips, and settled herself backwards onto my pink spike. At first I thought her aim was amiss, but no; she wanted to take me up her poop-shoot. She eased downwards so that her tight brown bung-hole engulfed my cock, slowly taking me all the way in. She gasped as her puckered anus inhaled every inch of my prick, and then began to bounce. The tightness of her pink anal rosebud, along with the nastiness of this anonymous bathroom buttfuck, had me swelling, sweating, and reaching toward orgasm again in record time. To my surprise, I soon unleashed another gigantic load of spooge, depositing it deep into her tight, sucking colon.

At this point, although she had come nowhere near her own orgasm, she was almost finished. She slowly pulled herself off of my straining prick, my flared cock-head pulling out of her pink starfish with a slight but audible pop. Then she twirled to face me, kneeled again, and grasped my tortured rod in her hand. She smeared my oozing slit all over her face, tracing thin white lines of jism-frosting on her cheeks, chin, and nose. She squeezed my softening prick like a well-used toothpaste tube, wanting every last drop of spunk to come to rest on the porcelain skin of her face.

Finally satisfied, she stood up. She steadied herself with her hands on my shoulders. She looked at her wrist watch, nodded to herself, and seemed to come to a decision. She leaned forward, almost as if to plant a thank-you kiss on my mouth. But then, apparently, she thought better of it, pulled down her skirt, turned on her high heels, and walked purposefully out of the stall, out of the men's room, and out of my life.

I went to the sink, splashed some water on my face, and looked at myself in the mirror. I asked myself if I was an amoral man-slut, or just a guy who needs sex and is smart enough not to turn it down when it is available. As usual, I decided the question was too stupid to worry about. I went out the door of the men's room.

There she was, with her Ken-doll of a husband, standing in line to board their flight. A thin white trail of spooge was running down the front and back of her legs. He had his arm around her waist, but was sniffing the air around her, and scowling. She had a satisfied, but evil, look in her steely, porcelain eyes.

My flight was still forty minutes from boarding. I reached into my pocket and extracted the small notebook that I always carry. At the top of the first page, I had written long ago "reasons never to marry." I flipped to page 78, the first blank page. I started to write "reason #462....." 

At least my whack-off sessions in the shower this week would be memorable. 



Quickie ~ Over the Couch



To my readers, please feel free to leave feedback for me so that I know that you liked my stories, what you would like to see, and perhaps maybe suggest one, or perhaps dedicate one to one of you. If you'd like to read it over and over again, favorite it and come back to enjoy it like an old friend. I look forward to hearing from you...K'Anne





I should have known my girlfriend had been too quiet as I gathered my things in the living room. She stealthily crept up on me and spun me around kissing me ardently as I tried to catch my breath from my surprise and from her. She frequently could make me breathless usually just from entering a room, now she was kissing me with so much passion I didn't stand a chance. The room spun and the things in my arms dropped as I grabbed her body to mine. It was worth the grab too. Her muscular body made mine want to wrap itself around her and I proceeded to try despite both of us standing. I made sure she understood in no uncertain terms that I wanted her, that I needed her, that I loved her and everything she was doing to me.

She propelled me back, walking us across the room until I could feel the couch against my buttocks but she didn't stop there. Unbuttoning my silk blouse she pulled my breasts out of my push up bra and buried her face between the fragrant flesh of them. I didn't protest as the sight of her brown head bent between them tugged at my nether regions. My own arms were wrapped around her encouraging her to her madness enjoying the feel of her against me and mine. I arched against her and this must have been what she was waiting for as she boosted my buttocks onto the back of the couch and began her assault on my legs. Now my legs have some definite secret pleasure spots and she knew them all. Her knowing fingers traced up the stocking clad legs and even through the silk she managed to make my legs twitch. She reached up and unsnapped the garters from the top of the stockings and expertly rolled them down my long legs making sure she touched the inside of my thighs, the back of my knees, each and every one of my pleasure spots with the tips of her fingers, her nails lightly raking along them on their way back up. She didn't hesitate as she pulled at my French cut panty, she merely pushed it aside so her fingers could first cup my crotch which I raised against her hand eagerly. My chest was rising and falling in my excitement at the unexpectedness of this assault on my body.

She firmly squeezed my crotch in her hand my clit was rubbed by the ball of her hand and eagerly anticipated what she would do next. I tried to stay up right but her face on my breasts was pushing ever so slowly against my body and I had gravity against me. I thought she wanted to make love to me on the couch and allowed myself to begin a slow fall onto it but she kept my hips on the back of the couch and I found myself in the awkward position of being bent over backwards over the couch. My arms were useless and I threw them over my head in supplication. I knew this affected her sense of sight seeing me helpless like this and she renewed her attack on my body.

Her fingers played first with my eager clit and then with the wetness she had caused. The panty seemed to want to get in her way and she expertly pulled it one handed from my body. I seem to go through a lot of underwear around this lover but I don't mind, I'm a willing victim of hers. I was most eager to feel her fingers inside of me and clenched my kegal muscles in anticipation. Her shorts clad legs must have felt the muscle contractions as she used her hips to drive her hand and fingers against my body. Her first finger that found its way inside my body was most welcome but not enough. I must have given myself away for wanting more in some way that she soon joined it with a second even more welcome finger. They reached unerringly inside my totally soused crotch and hit my G spot on the first try. My body went absolutely limp. I couldn't believe how that one spot in my entire body affected me so. I could never hit it myself with my own fingers or even with my toys, only this woman had that skill, that unerringly accurate sense of direction to the one spot that could control me. It didn't matter if we were in the throes of intense orgasms or play, one touch against that one spot and I was totally limp. She enjoyed the helpless look that always came over me at this moment knowing she was in absolute control of my body. Rather than a sense of power it gave her a sense of incredible love knowing what she could do to me.

Slowly but steadily she began to thrust inside my willing body. The thrusts varied and never framing them and thrusting them up in a delightful display to her eager view. Gravity had them thrusting up, waiting for her. Her lips and tongue captured first one erect nipple and then the other, constantly switching them up so I was never sure which one was next. Her teeth came lightly into play and drove me insane. 

I wanted to grind my body against her firm one but the position I was in made it impossible. I had no choice but to let her have her way with me and while I would return the favor another time right now I was a willing victim of her mood, her needs, her play. I mentally played a picture of what we must look like from above in my head. I was sprawled over the back of the couch my head on the lower cushion, my breasts exposed out of my expensive silk blouse, my bra pulled down and framing those breasts pushing them towards my girlfriends eager lips and mouth, my lower half high and over the back of the couch at an excellent height for her hand to delve into, her hips lightly grinding against the back of her hand as it plunged in and out of my eager body.

My mouth wished it could reach hers but instead I arched my body to the best of my ability to give her access to indicate that I wanted more of what she was dishing out to take it greedily. As gravity worked in her favor it worked against me. The blood was rushing out of my legs which dangled over the back of the couch but then that could also be because of the orgasm that was building at the center of me. The blood was needed there. Yes, gravity could work in reverse I soon realized as the blood rushed out of my head to rise up to the center of my body and my crotch in one of the most mind blowing orgasms I had ever experienced. My mouth gasped as it began but only giving me enough breath to scream and provide my girlfriend with more incentive to thrust inside of me and take control of my orgasm as it swept through my body. The cries continued through my crises as she screwed her fingers inside of me. 

I heard my girlfriend go "whoaaa" and looked up to realize I had squirted as I came and the front of her jeans was coated in ejaculate. I wasn't sorry, she had caused this and I wasn't the only who would have to change their clothes. As she thrust her way through the ejaculate she must have realized I was done and getting sore, her fingers were washed from the thinner liquid that my ejaculate was. Slowing down and gently massaging my crotch she looked deeply into my passion filled eyes and whispered "thank you" as though I had done her a great favor. I smiled wearily from my viewpoint.

As my girlfriend pulled back from my sweaty body I slipped down fully onto the couch and I swung my unsteady legs around onto the couch. I sprawled there a moment to catch my breath and to hope that the blood would reach my extremities. I hoped I would be able to walk soon. I looked at her and saw the mess I had made against her clothes and grinned. She returned my grin knowing she had deserved it for this 'sneak' attack on my person.

She helped me to my feet making sure I was steady on them before leading me upstairs so we could both change and get ready for work. The couch had had love made on it before but never over the back and we both had pleasant memories from the experience. I was thinking perhaps we should put slip covers or vinyl over the whole thing if I was going to ejaculate on it. It wasn't really my fault though, she had caused the whole thing. I was just a willing victim...smile.

The End...for now



Quickie: Siblings



Just a short one I tossed off. All characters are over 18

Ricky's face was lit up by the light of the computer monitor. On the screen a nurse, a redhead with creamy tits and silver dollar peach circles around her stiff nipples, sucked on a long, hard cock, her hands stroking what she couldn't fit into her mouth. As she slobbered on the shaft, Ricky was busy stroking his own fleshy member, timing his hand to match that of the slutty angel of mercy. 

Above him, the two story house creaked, and muffled conversations could almost be understood as they drifted through the walls and floors. His parents were at the back of the house, his oldest sister and her husband were in the middle bedroom, the biggest room his two sisters had shared as they grew up, and then the younger of the two sisters, Cindy, was sleeping in his room. That left Ricky the den, the small recliner and leather sofa the last comfortable place in the house to sleep.

Nearing midnight, the house had finally settled in to rest after a successful Thanksgiving dinner. Ricky had been turned on all day, all the feelings he thought long gone since Cindy moved away to college had returned as soon as she walked through the door. Alone at last, he was taking matters in to his own hands, literally. He was about to cum, his hand was a blur on his cock, the girl on the screen was being hosed down with an unreal amount of baby batter, and then he heard her.

"Holy fuck, that's hot!" Cindy whispered. Ricky's heart felt as if it had exploded, he was mortified, trying to hide his cock and pull up his sweats, all the while trying to mash the button that would turn off the monitor. She grabbed his shoulder, trying to stop him from thrashing about, his chair banging against the desk noisily. "Shh!" she ordered. 

Ricky sat with his eyes closed, he let go of his wilting cock and prayed for the end. In the blackness he could smell her, the scent reminding him of nights of sitting up with her, listening to her talk about dates when she was in high school and he was in junior high. She would tell him things the boys did that she liked, and what they did she didn't. Her advice had served him well throughout his own high school years, but no matter the girl he was with, it was always his big sister in the back of his mind. 

He felt her face close to his, her breath tickling the skin on his neck. Opening his eyes he saw that she was leaning close, her attention focused on the computer screen, the movie continuing to play quietly. Ricky lowered his gaze, her nightgown, an over sized t shirt, had been cut to make a plunging neckline, exposing her bare cupcake titties. Her nipples were stiffened into round little nubs, standing out begging for attention. His cock was growing hard once again. 

"Damn, Ricky," Cindy whispered, looking at him. "Looks like I got here just in time." His confused look brought a wicked smile to her face, her hand sliding from his shoulder to his lap, where she felt around until she took a hold of his tent pole. Ricky's face flashed surprise, he even tried to push her hand away, ashamed that she had found his terrible secret. 

"I'm sorry, Cindy, I'm so sorry," he tried to explain, but she just pushed her lips against his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. Her fingers flexed, squeezing his throbbing cock as she kissed him deeply. When she pulled back, he was quiet, but confusion still haunted his eyes. 

She dropped the magazine on the desk. It was a small digest type magazine, Family Fun, it said in bright colors across the top. An older woman in a tight embrace with a younger man filled the cover. Ricky's eyes dropped to the desk and then back to his sister, she must have been poking through his stuff, this particular magazine had been hidden under his mattress. The twinkle in her eyes made his cock twitch, feeling as if it had grown even longer and harder than ever before. 

"Snoop," he accused her. Cindy only smiled, kneeling next to the chair he sat in, spinning him away from the computer and towards her. She pulled down on the sweats he wore, his cock popping free and slapping against his belly. 

"Guilty," she admitted, "let me make it up to you." 

Ricky gasped as his sister lowered her face to his lap, her mouth opening up and swallowing his cock, her tongue caressing the shaft as she took him in. She took his hands and placed them in her hair, scrunching his fingers until he took hold and began to force her down upon his cock. Cindy gurgled as he drove her face down, spit and drool coating him and spilling out liberally. 

Ricky's grunts and groans grew louder, Cindy feared they might be discovered and she slapped his legs, trying to communicate her worry. He released his pressure, letting her up for air as she signalled him to be quieter and then she descended upon his love stick again, taking him to the back of her throat quickly. 

It was all too much. The years of fantasizing, the entire day being tortured by his sexy sister, almost on the verge of orgasm when she very nearly scared him to death. Ricky couldn't hold it in, and he didn't want to anymore. With a strangled howl he held his sister's face pressed into his pubic bone as he unleashed a scalding flood of jizz down her gullet. 

Cindy gulped down as much of the baby batter as she could, her younger brother's load tastier than any she'd ever swallowed. Flecks of spunk and drool oozed from the corners of her mouth as she came up for air, the look of satisfaction on her brother's face sending a tingling jolt right through her juiced up cunt.

"Care to do the same for me?" she asked when he finally caught his breath. Ricky nodded quickly, his cock already showing signs of resurrection at the thought of tasting his sister's quim. 

Standing up, he offered her the chair. Cindy sat down and pulled her feet up on the seat, he could see her bare pussy between her legs. Ricky blew across her cunt, the lips opening up, the moist pink insides inviting him in for a closer look. With a growl he pushed his face into her sex, the wetness covering his face completely in seconds as he tasted every part of her. 

Cindy began to moan softly, guiding his face to where she wanted him, gyrating and slamming her body into his face with force when he kissed her in a particularly sensitive spot. She was getting into a steady rhythm and creaming Ricky's mouth with a copious flow of cunt cream when all of a sudden she froze, holding his head in place with a painful grip. 

"Where's Ricky?" he heard Karen, his oldest sister say. He hadn't heard the door open, apparently Cindy hadn't either. His heart began to pound again, they'd been caught! Twice in one night, could it get any worse? He tried to calm himself, Karen couldn't see him, he was behind a couch and it looked like Cindy was just sitting in the chair. He gave her a slow lick, enjoying the way she closed her legs around his head tightly, trying to warn him.

"He's around," Cindy squeaked. "Did you need him?" It seemed a long time the silence hung in the air. Why didn't Karen answer? Would she come in?

"No, I guess not. Just be quiet," Karen said, starting to close the door and then coming back in, adding, "You better air this room out before morning. It stinks of sex." 

When the door clicked shut Ricky drove his tongue deep into his sister's snatch, the taste of her honey filling his mouth as he licked her with abandon. Cindy huffed and moaned, trying vainly to control her sounds of passion, but not succeeding very well. Neither was aware that Karen was just around the corner, hidden from their view as she busily rubbed her pussy while listening to the two of them. 

"Oh Ricky, fuck, Ricky!" Cindy whispered hoarsely, her hands pulling him hard against her crotch as his tongue whipped her love button back and forth as his fingers drove deep into her sopping box. He felt her climax, the walls of her pussy trapping his fingers inside of her as they tried to milk his digits. 

When the wave finished crashing over her she pushed Ricky away, his lazing tongue causing her to wince in pain as he licked her overheated pussy. 

"Enough," she said. She pulled him up and then kissed his wet face, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. 

"Think you can get to sleep now?" he asked. 

"Definitely," she answered, breathing a big sigh of relief. "How about you?" 

"I dunno, I think I'm gonna be up all night," he chuckled, taking her hand and guiding it to his rehardened cock. "It's gonna suck when you leave," he said, suddenly somber. 

"Really? It's gonna suck? What is 'it' gonna suck?" she said playfully. 

"You know what I mean," he said. 

"Come with me," she said quietly. "Come to school in California. We can work it out with Mom and Dad." 

His eyes lit up, reflecting the hope and joy in his sister's. They kissed deeply and then she was pushing him away, heading toward the door and her own bed. 

"Tomorrow," she whispered and then she was gone, the door shutting with a quiet swish. 

Ricky lay back on the sofa, his mind filled with reborn dreams he thought had died a long time ago.



Quickie Spanking



You've been a bad girl and are in need of a spanking and I'm more than willing to help out.

We head over to the park and park in a back corner. You jump into the van where I'm waiting in the backseat. I pull your pants off and you lay across my lap. I smack one white butt check and then the next. You yelp. I go at it again and again. Now I stop and massage them, pulling them apart. Your thong doesn't hide anything and I see your little pucker hole. I run the tip of my finger over it and then slide it down your slit. You are starting to get wet. I reach all the way forward and find your clit. I give it a few quick flicks. As I draw by hand back, my fingers slip into your pussy. I pull it out and suck the nectar off my fingers. I then spank you some more. With each slap you are getting wetter and wetter.

"Lets get rid of these, they are in the way!" and I rip your thong off. 

There are people walking past about 50 feet away and you see them but I don't stop.

The next time after playing with your clit, I push a finger deep into your wet pussy. I pull it out and push it back in again this time it is joined by a second. You moan and stick your ass up in the air wanting my fingers to reach in as far as possible. I pull my fingers out. Smack! Smack! Your ass cheeks are turning crimson. Again my fingers make the journey. They are covered in cum. I pull them out again. You groan "Please don't stop!". I spread your ass cheeks and put a finger tip to the little pucker hole and push. It slides in. You are squirming. Smack! I use my other hand to spank you again. I'm finger fucking your ass my other hand makes the trip down your wet slit and finds your clit again. You are bucking wanting the finger in your ass as deep as it can be and wanting the fingers on your clit to not stop. I then slide my thumb in your warm wet pussy. It's too much "Oh god I'm cumming!" both holes clamp down on whatever they can find and you spasm. Wave after wave crashes over you. You finally collapse with my fingers still in your holes. I pull them out, and lick off your cum.

"OK you've taken your punishment like a good girl. You get a present. What would you like?"

"Your cock in my snatch!"

"Alright then. Help yourself."

You start unzipping my jeans. I lift my ass up and you tug my pants and underwear off. My prick is rock hard. You start licking the pee hole. The precum leaking out.

"Mmmm" 

I reach down and pull your shirt up and off. Then the bra comes off. You continue licking and sucking my cock. You take my whole cock in your mouth, up and down again and again. I groan and grab your head and pull it off.

"If you want this elsewhere you better stop."

You stand up, turn around and spread your legs. Reaching behind you grab my prick and rub the head of it against your wet and swollen pussy lips. You sit on it and bury it to the hilt. We both groan. We start rocking back and forth. I reach around and grab your tits. Your nipples are rock hard. I pinch and pull at them. You pick up the pace. "Oh god fuck me fuck me!" I start meeting your downward strokes with my own upward ones. Your cum is running down my legs. "YES!" Your pussy grabs my cock as you cum again. "Now fuck my ass!" You pull off and spread you ass. I put head of my cock at your little pucker hole. "DO IT!" I shove it deep in your waiting ass. We start humping again but it doesn't take long and I feel the tell tale signs. "I'm gonna cum!" "Yes! Cum in my ass!" My cock swells and my balls tighten. I unload deep in your ass. My cock slides out and my cum leaks out of your red ass.

"All better now? Are you going to be naughty again?" I ask.

"Maybe..." you purr as you pull your clothes back on.

"So you gonna be at the office next week again?" you ask with a wink.



Quickie: The Blanket



My name is Keith. I am a typical single thirty year old male. There is really nothing above average about me. I am about 5'5" and have a few extra pounds that I've been fighting with for a long time now. I keep my dark brown hair in a faux hawk most of the time, though there are a few days that I don't bother even doing that little bit of work to it.

I had become recently unemployed due to the financial downturn, and after unsuccessfully looking for work in the accounting sector, I decided to go back to school to change my career focus. And that is where I met her, the girl that would change my life forever.

Her name was Tara. I am not going to lie, she was beautiful, but she was not a skinny bimbo. She was taller than me, just by a few inches. Had a body that was firm and fit. Her breasts weren't too big, yet they were more than enough of a handful. And her ass was nice and tight. She was the quintessential country princess.

We sat near each other in our class, and for most of the semester, I tried in vain to sneak my way into her conversations. I am shy when it comes to girls, I'll admit that. So after many futile attempts at bad jokes and boring conversation, I gave up and chalked her up to another girl I wanted but would never have.

And then one night I got a friend request on my facebook profile about a month before class ended. It was from Tara. I immediately opened it and clicked Accept. Thoughts swirled in my head, thinking perhaps she had meant to send the request to someone else. Then the message popped up.

Tara: "Hey Keith."

Keith: "Hey Tara, what are you doing this weekend?"

I rolled my eyes and groaned at what I had typed in my haste. This girl was going to think I'm a desperate douche.

Tara: "LOL, you get straight to the point, I like that ... I'm probably going to hang out with some gf's and see a movie."

I couldn't help but smile like a teenager talking to his first crush as I responded.

Keith: "Cool! Well, if your girls can't make it, let me know."

A few agonizing moments went by. I knew for sure she had just laughed her ass off and was texting everyone how much of a retard I was. I sighed in relief as I saw her response.

Tara: "If that's your way of asking me out, I accept ... pick me up tomorrow at 8pm."

Keith: "Absolutely! I'll be there."

She sent me her address and before I could respond another message that left me dumbfounded.

Tara: "I bet you wish you were my blanket right about now... snuggled comfortably between my thighs ..."

My jaw dropped open and I froze in shock. That one statement left me more than a little turned on. As I tried to come up with a witty response, she logged off, leaving me to stare at her last message.

I tried to concentrate the next day on menial tasks around the house. Yet, I could not get that message out of my head and I found myself watching the clock, trying to mentally move it forward. It was perhaps the longest day of my life waiting for the time to pick her up.

I honestly had no idea what to expect that night. I pulled up in front of her house and waited as she asked. A few minutes later, she walked out and once again my jaw dropped open. She was wearing a black jean mini skirt and leather boots that went up to her knee. I was immediately aroused. How did she know I had a small (so I thought) fetish for mini skirts and leather boots?

We arrived at the movie a few minutes later, a little known film that had been out for a few weeks, so the theatre was nearly empty. She acted calm and cool. No hint at all about her last message the previous night. I had actually thought I had imagined it.

Until halfway through the movie, I felt a hand on my lap. I glanced down, then glanced around to see if anyone was watching. There was no one else in the back row. I looked at her face to see a mischievous grin. Slowly her hand rubbed my thigh, moving closer and closer to my cock.

She rubbed my now hard cock through my pants, gripped it firmly then let go. With her other hand, she placed my hand on her bare thigh and spread her legs slightly, inviting me in.

I softly caressed up her thigh, hesitating only a moment as I neared her pussy. My fingers brushed against her. Smooth and wet. She licked her lips and closed her eyes a moment. I didn't think my cock could get any harder, till she looked back at me. It was a look of pure lust.

She unbuckled my belt and released my cock from its confinement, while I looked around nervously, expecting everyone to be watching us in disgust. Yet no one was paying attention as her fingers began to lightly trace up and down my cock. My eyes drifted shut with the feeling of her teasing me. My fingers began working her pussy, in and out, then darting up to rub her clit.

I resisted the urge to buck against her hand. She shuffled around, pulling my hands away from her pussy, without stopping her teasing and lowered her head to my lap.

I grabbed her hair as she licked slowly up my shaft. A low moan escaped my lips, but I didn't even care as her mouth opened and took me inside.

How to describe what I felt? I don't know. I was in pure ecstasy as her head bobbed up and down, taking me completely in and then coming back to lick the perfect spot under the tip before swirling the head around in her mouth and devouring me once again.

I felt the building up in my balls, tried to whisper that I was about to cum, to warn her. Yet, all that came out was another moan. But I don't think she would have cared. A few moments later, I exploded, and she kept sucking.

She sucked as my cum filled her mouth, until I couldn't cum anymore. Then she slowly sat up, smiled deviously and swallowed. She licked her lips and winked at me.

It was then, through the fog in my mind, I realized we weren't alone. I glanced up and saw three younger couples in front of us. Two of the girls were busy sucking off their men, while the third sat on her guys lap looking me in the eye with wanton lust as she rode his cock.

I blinked, tearing myself from my trance and looked beside me to find Tara gone. She left a note on her seat.

I picked it up and read it: "It's not my blanket that you'll be wishing you were tonight ..."



Quickie: The Experience



*Note: This is my first attempt at this style of writing. Please let me know if you enjoy it.*

The Experience

Someone once told me that the most erotic experience is being completely vulnerable. Having your freedom and safety taken out of your hands and given explicitly to someone else. I must admit I didn't quite understand what she meant, until the day she showed up at my door.

I was lying on the couch at home that day flipping through the television channels. I was bored and feeling extremely lazy. The Arizona summer heat usually had that effect on me. I honestly felt as if it drained the very desire to do anything from my body, and slow boiled any thoughts of productivity out of my mind. I just could not fathom the way that people could be out during this heat.

I should probably explain why I think this way. I am from California, San Diego to be exact, and I absolutely love being outdoors. I am not normally a hermit. However, I am also not used to being able to fry an egg on the steps outside of my apartment either. Where I called home, it was a beautiful seventy-two degrees outside. The sun was shining and the brisk wind off of the ocean carried the smell of salt across the city. So, when I moved back to the Phoenix area for school, I began to realize why I had left in the first place, years ago.

So there I was, flipping through the myriad of day time shows when a knock came at the door. I sighed, not wanting to expend the energy necessary to get up and answer it. A second knock rang out by the time I went the ten feet from the couch to the door. I opened it in a huff, and froze in surprise. My brother's ex fiancé, Cari stood at the door. We stood there for a moment, neither of us saying a word before she broke the awkward silence.

"You going to invite me in, or...?"

I blinked and turned red as I realized that I had been staring at her tits. I cleared my throat and stepped aside, asking, "Would you like to come in, Cari?"

Her smile was the only answer she gave as she moved passed me. I began to feel embarrassed by the state of my bachelor pad as her gaze wandered around the apartment. Dirty dishes were stacked in the sink, along with a pile of clothes in the corner that I had long ago lost track of which ones were clean and which were dirty.

"So, uhm, what exactly are you doing here?" I winced at the harshness of my voice. I had nothing against Cari, her and my brother had broken up years ago, and truth to tell, I had even stopped thinking of her as "my brother's ex". I had always found her to be irresistibly sexy, yet for obvious reasons I had never said anything, and now she was standing in my apartment and I had no idea why.

She glanced at me over her shoulder, "You aren't happy to see me?"

Oh, I was happy to see her, a little too happy actually. Cari was absolutely the sexiest girl I had ever known. Dirty blonde hair cut in a bob style, with a face that shouted innocence. Yet that innocence was belied by her clear blue eyes. My eyes roamed her petite body unconsciously. I swear there wasn't an ounce of fat on her. Her breasts were smaller and her ass was nice and tight. Just looking at her caused my dick to stir.

"Of course I'm happy to see you, but how do you even know where I live?"

"I got your address from your brother. He said you'd be able to look at my lap."

I raised an eyebrow. "Your lap?"

She flashed a mischievous grin. "My laptop, you pervert."

"Yeah, right. That's what I meant."

She reached into her backpack and pulled out her computer and set it on my desk. "Its been running really slow and crashing a lot. Think you could take a look at it?"

"Uhm, sure. Do you want to come back for it or?"

"I'll wait for now. Don't really have anything else to do today. Do you mind if I use your bathroom?"

"No, not at all. Its in the bedroom." I watched her ass sashay as she walked away from me. Her jeans hugged every curve. When she was out of sight, I adjusted myself and took a deep breath before sitting down and attempting to focus on her computer.

I had so engrossed myself in the antivirus and hacking software that I was running that I hadn't heard her come back out of the bathroom. The moment I knew she was there, was when everything went dark.

I yelped in surprise and reached up to remove the blindfold she had placed on me. Her voice stopped me. "Don't touch." Her soft whisper in my ear sent a shock of electricity through me. I sat there unsure of what exactly was going on.

"What..."

Her whisper cut me off. "Don't talk. Just relax."

Everything was silent for a few moments, making my anxiety grow with each heartbeat. Just what the fuck was she doing?

Her hand grasped mine and pulled me to my feet. She led me only a few steps before telling me to stop and ordering me to keep my hands at my side. Another few moments passed before she roughly grabbed my shirt, a tearing sound filled my ears as she cut it off. I resisted the urge to protest about her cutting my favorite shirt. Her hands were already working on my belt. Within moments, I was standing naked with just a blindfold.

A light kiss was placed on my neck, nothing more than a quick peck, yet it made me gasp. I had no idea why she was doing this, but I found I didn't care as another kiss was planted on my chest. She didn't touch me at all, other than with her lips. And each time it was in a different place. My chest, my back, my thigh then back up to my neck. After a few more randomly placed kisses, her nails began to trace lightly over my body. She sucked the finger of my right hand into her mouth and swirled it around. Her fingers traced down and around my now solid hard cock. She would trace the area around the base, yet never touch it.

Every time I moved my hips to attempt to make contact, she would pull her hand away. I had never been so turned on in my life. The sensation was ecstasy mixed with frustration. She popped my finger out of her mouth and began kissing down my chest. As she reached my stomach, I bit my lip.

As much confidence as I had in who I was, I had always been a bit self-conscious about my body. I wasn't firm and flat, I had a little extra weight and it showed, especially around my stomach. Yet, she didn't seem to care. She continued to kiss her way down to my left hip and across my stomach to the other hip. She dragged her nails down my thighs and up my calves. Kissing and caressing around my cock, yet still not touching it.

She saw my struggle to keep my hands placed at my side, and when it was close to the boiling point, she wrapped her mouth around my cock and took me completely inside. I moaned loudly as she brought her head off my cock to lick around the tip before engulfing it once again.

Her hands reached up and lightly tickled my ass, sending yet another shock through me. Her sucking reached a frenzied state as she played with my ass. I groaned as I felt my eruption building a moment before exploding. My knees threatened to buckle as she took pump after pump of my cum in her mouth. As I finished, I heard her lick her lips and sigh in satisfaction.

Her lips pressed against my ear and she whispered, "Don't move."

I stood there in a fog, waiting for what seemed like hours, wondering what she had in store for me next. The minutes passed, and nothing happened. I cautiously reached up and removed my blindfold. She was gone.

A note on her laptop was all that was left. I picked it up and read it.

It simply said "I'll be back for the laptop."

I shook my head, still in disbelief as to what happened. After getting a fresh pair of boxers on, I sat down to finish the cleanup of her computer. I smiled as the screen saver stopped. A video was playing. I saw myself standing naked in the middle of the living room as Cari, naked except for her knee high leather boots, began teasing my body.

I reached into my boxers as another twinge hit me. I knew at that moment it was going to be a very unproductive day.