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Tempted

By: flamekitten



It had been a long time since I had a quiet moment to myself. I had been going to school for six straight semesters, plus summer and winter sessions, working on a double major in architecture and environmental studies. I also worked part time as a waitress at a local cafe, and would have stayed in town to pick up some extra shifts, but my warm-hearted boss insisted I take the week off. 

At first I toyed with the idea of going to Cancun with some of my friends, but I doubted that it would give me the rest I needed. Besides, I was sick of the party scene, the same old get drunk and hook-up routine that I had never dared to complete. At 21, I was still a virgin by choice, waiting for the right man to come along.

Thoughts of my parents cabin in the north woods of Wisconsin came to mind, and once there, the idea was firmly latched. My mom, step-dad, step-brother and I used to vacation there when I was still living at home, but it had been years since I had experienced the tranquility of the woods, lake and rustic cabin. I didn't need to check in with the folks, they were both busy professionals and not planning a trip up north till summertime. When I left for college, they gave me a key and told me to use the space as if it were my own.

In revolt against my normal never-stop, studious self, I left all my textbooks at home. In their place I brought a few novels I had been wanting to read, my journal, a stack of great music, and a few DVDs that I swiped from my roommate's stash. In case I needed to run to town, I brought one change of clothes. Otherwise, I planned to spend the entire week in the raw. Rarely did I have an opportunity to go around naked outside of my bedroom, but I love the feel of air, sun and water on my naked skin, the freedom without the restriction of clothes.

The four hour drive was uneventful. I took my time, singing with my music, and made it to the small town nearest the cabin about noon. I stocked up on groceries for the week and enjoyed the scenic half hour drive through the deep woods. The cabin was two miles off an unmarked dirt road, the nearest neighbor was a cabin on the other side of the lake.

The cabin itself was a simple one bedroom log cabin. The main room had several couches and a large fuzzy rug in front of the stone fireplace. There was a television and DVD player, but it was kept tucked away in a cabinet. 

The room was spacious and lead right into the kitchen, from wood floor to tile. There was a large round table where my family shared our meals together, and sometimes held evening card games. Out back was a large screened in porch that offered a great view of the lake. While my folks enjoyed the simple life out here, my mom had insisted on one modern ammenity a few years back: a jacuzzi hot tub installed in the open air, next to the screened in porch.

I opened all the doors and windows to let the cabin air out, brought in my bags from the car, and stripped out of my jeans, t-shirt, bra and undies. I smiled at myself in the full length mirror, my curves ample but my body tight. I itched to share it with someone, but after almost going all the way with a total jerk five years ago, I vowed to wait for love. 

The thought made me sigh. Though I knew I would savor my time alone, deep down I wish I had a love to share it with. My body had been ready for years, and it was only through a great variety of masterful self-pleasure skills that I was able to stand firm.

I unpacked, made myself a veggie sandwich, and went for a long swim in the warm lake. I got out to enjoy the sunset on the beach, the fading daylight kissing my naked skin. I lay on the towel with my legs partly spread, and enjoyed the rush of cool air into to my hot little slit. A drop of water trickled down from my thigh and tickled my sensitive nub. My hand followed it, making lazy circles at first, then as I heated, my fingers rubbed it furiously, quickly bringing me to a pleasant little orgasm.

As was often the case, that first orgasm did not sate me but rather made me want for more. I gathered my towel and suntan oil and headed back to the cabin, and popped in one of my roommate's DVDs. My roommate Chelsea had an affection for older adult films. Most of her collection came from the 60's or 70's, and in sharp contrast to most of the hard core fuck scene after fuck scene of modern porn, these films all had story lines and substance. They drew you in, teased you, but always delivered in the end.

Chelsea and I had watched some together before, our fingers invariably slipping under our skirts before the show was over. I had come to enjoy them as much as Chelsea; the actors were natural and knew how to act, and there was no doubt they took real pleasure in the love scenes.

I stretched out on the sofa with a set of toys in handy reach. Though I was still a virgin, I had broke my own hymen many years ago, though I was careful to only use smaller dildos and vibrators, as I did not want to be all stretched out before I had a chance to experience a real cock. 

As the film heated up, so did I, reaching for a small rubber dong that I had named Pedro. I coated Pedro in a thin layer of baby oil before rubbing him up and down my slit. My juices started flowing and I pushed him deep within me, my right hand fingering my clitoris while my left plunged the dong in and out. As I did not have to worry about sound, I let my cries ring out over the cries of the lovely little brunette on the screen. We came together not once but twice, and for the moment, I was fully satisfied.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I head a throat clear behind me, "Um, hi Kylie," a familiar voice said. Pedro still embedded deeply within me, I reached for the nearest item with which to cover myself up: a small throw pillow. On the screen, my friends were experimenting with anal sex. 

My pale cheeks now blazing read, I did not turn to greet Erik, my step-brother. "Could you give me just a minute of privacy, please?" I asked.

"Why? I thought you were done," he teased.

"Out. Now." I said, and he wordlessly stepped out the door.

In a flash I had removed Pedro, turned off the film and threw on my clothes. "Can I come in now?" Erik asked with the door cracked.

"Yeah, go ahead." Erik came in with a few bags, looking tired but with a sparkle of mischief in his eyes. 

"Sorry to interrupt your little party," he said.

Fuck, how much had he seen? I tried to be nonchalant, "I do wish you would've shown up a half hour later," I said, though I knew even if he had, he would have walked in on something. "But it's good to see you," I said. I wanted to give him a hug, but that somehow felt too intimate at the moment, given what he walked in on.

Apparently he didn't care, because he walked over and gave me a giant bear hug, lifting me off the ground. My mom and his dad had gotten married when I was three, and he was six, so we had grown up together like brother and sister. Except that we got along better than most blood siblings I knew.

"So, whatcha doin here?" Erik asked when he put me down.

"It's spring break, and I needed some quiet time." I had almost said 'time alone', but I didn't want him to feel like he was in the way. Though I would miss my naked and naughty time, I was actually glad he was there. "What about you?"

"It's my spring break, too," he said. He was an assistant professor of anthropology at the U of W Madison, also working on his PhD. Though we spoke on the phone nearly every week, since we had both moved out of our parents house, we only really got to see each other over Christmas, and he'd missed it this year because he took a ski trip instead. "I was planning on staying until next Sunday, unless you want some, uh, private time."

My blush returned. "Don't be silly, I never get to see you. And I have plenty of private time in my bedroom at home, thank you."

His grin was lopsided. "So, no boyfriend yet?" He was forever asking when I would hook up with someone. I cleared my throat. "No one worth it. What about you, how's Sandra?"

Erik shook his head, his shock of dark messy hair everywhere. "She's history. I couldn't take it: the constant whining and need for attention, her shopping addiction, the two hour long prep time to go out."

I put on a half-frown. "I thought you really liked her."

"I liked who she pretended to be at first. But as time wore on, those qualities faded. Hey, have you had dinner yet?"

I told him I hadn't, but had planned to make a stir fry for myself. I agreed to cook for him, too, while he unpacked and showered.

I put on a new Devendra Banhart album that I was in love with and sang along as I chopped. Erik emerged just as I was throwing the broccoli into the pan. "Who is this? It's really great."

I told him and said I could make a copy for him. While he often agreed with my taste in music, he wasn't one to go out and find stuff he liked. He just waited for it to come to him, and he'd often thanked me for personally contributing to the bulk of his collection.

We sat down to dinner and gave each other the updates on our lives. Gratefully he made no more cracks about what he'd walked in on. I was trying my best to put it out of my mind, as I had with other similar instances from the past.

The last time we'd been at home together, he walked into the bathroom, naked, while I was in the shower. There was a pregnant pause and flat-out starring before he blushed, grabbed a towel, and left. Once, in high school, he'd caught me spying on him as he made out with some cheerleader. He had been kind about it, and I had hoped he'd chalked it up to young curiosity, but the truth was, I had been drawn to him since I became a woman, at age 13.

I would be lying if I said it wasn't a sexual attraction, but it was more than that. He was sweet, funny, intelligent, polite: all the things I looked for in a mate. I had once joked with a close friend that the reason I couldn't settle for any of the guys around me was because I had been spoiled with a brother that treated me too good, and that no one matched up to him.

Of course, I felt funny about thinking of him that way. No, we weren't blood related, but he was still my brother. In high school, when I was still reading those frivolous teen fashion magazines, I read a letter in an advice column about a girl in a similar situation. I devoured every word of the response, which basically said it was innappropriate, dangerous, and damaging to the family dynamic, all things I had felt and thought before.

It didn't matter, anyway, because Erik never treated in any way other than sisterly. He had a bit of a protective streak to him, forbidding me to see certain guys he didn't trust. More than anything, though, he was a good friend to me. When he was almost out of high school and I was a gawky, awkward early teen he still included me in his circle when most brothers were too embarrassed to socialize with their sisters. He had his own life, of course, but he never forget that I was his oldest, bestest friend.

As we cleaned our dinner plates, Erik got a smirk on his face, "so, you wanna watch a movie tonight?" he asked.

I swatted him with my drying towel. "You do not get to make fun of me for that, okay?"

He shrugged, "I wasn't making fun. I brought some videos where people actually wear their clothes."

I stuck my tongue out at him and let the wave of embarrassment pass. We ended up watching a foreign film called Delicatessen, which was really very good. Afterwards, he agreed to sleep on the pull out sofa that we used to share as children. "Okay, I said, "but we'll take turns."

I took me awhile to get to sleep. I kept thinking about how Erik had walked in on me, and wondered how much he'd seen. Did he think I was a pervert? I doubted that, but still it was awkward.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

"Let's go for a swim," Erik suggested after we woke at a leisurely hour and had breakfast.

I wanted nothing more than to do the same, but there was a problem. "I don't think so," I said.

"Why not?"

I bit my lip. "I didn't bring a suit."

He put his plate down in the sink. "Oh. Well, you can wear a t-shirt or something, right?"

I nodded. "Sure, I guess so." I had really wanted him to say he didn't mind if I swum nude.

I knew the exact inventory of my clothes: a tight white tank top and a loose white t-shirt, and two pairs of jeans. No bras, no panites. I asked him if I could borrow a pair of boxers, he didn't question it.

Changing in the bathroom, I realized his boxers were too big for me, even with the elastic waistband. I found a safety pin and adjusted it so they would hug my hips tight. Then, I donned the thin white t-shirt, knowing he would get a show. I had to shrug it off, he'd seen me naked countless times in our youth, and certainly he'd see quite a bit yesterday.

We found some the old inner tubes in the shed and dragged them to the beach with us. I mounted mine and floated lazily in it, avoiding the water while Erik splashed around.

"Aw, come on, the water's great," he said.

"In a bit, maybe."

"In a bit, now," he said, and pushed his weight on the side of the tube so that I tipped over an into the water. It was on now.

What ensued could only be called a high-stakes game of water wrestling. He was a tall, strong guy, and I know he could have beat me in a second had he wanted to, but he always let me feel like I had a shot. And then he would cream me.

I had managed to slip from his grip, I ducked under the water and swam until I was behind him, then I pushed him over with all my 110 lb might. Because he wasn't ready for it, he fell forward into the water, but quickly steadied himself. Then he spun around and caught me. He swooped me into his arms and carried towards the shore, saying in a caveman voice, "Now I will take you to the deep woods and chain you to a tree, and leave you for the bears to eat."

I feigned a helpless starlet voice, "Oh no! Please, anything but that!" Laughing, he set me down on the pier, and a strange look came into his eyes before he turned away. Looking down, I saw the thin shirt clinging to my every curve, my erect nipples clearly visible. 

Folding my arms over my chest, I looked out towards the water. Grateful for a distraction, I saw that the inner tubes had both floated far out into the lake. "Look," I said.

"Race ya," he replied, and quick like a flash he was in the water. I ran to the edge of the pier and dove in after him, doing my strongest breaststroke to catch up. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, he was only a few yards ahead of me, so I gave it all I had and tagged the nearest tube a split second before he did.

"Now, you make me dinner," I said.

"Okay," he shrugged, and swam the few extra yards to get the other tube. We floated back lazily and spent the rest of the day on the beach, reading. Later, Erik stood on the edge of the pier with his fishing pole and caught us some dinner.

I was surprised at how tasty it was. I hadn't known that Erik could fish, clean a fish, or cook, but he did it all without a word of complaint. Thanking him, I did the dishes and baked a blueberry pie. Well, it was a pre-made crust and frozen berries, but it was still good.

The night had turned chilly, so we built a small fire. We drank a few beers as we sat on the rug in front of the flames, playing poker. Instead of betting chips or money, we bet with secrets we threatened to tell our parents, as in: I'll see your ditching school to go dirt-bike riding and raise you the dirty magazines you stashed under your bed.

As the night wore on, Erik pulled out his trump card. "I bet you one Kylie was fucking herself like a porn star in the cabin."

I glared at him, and called his bet with the time he had tried to grow marijuana his bedroom closet. He won the hand, and seeing my beet red cheeks, he said, "Don't worry, I won't really tell them."

"Thanks," I said. Seizing the moment, I ask, "Do you think I'm a pervert?"

Erik laughed, running his fingers through his messy dark hair. "Hardly. Damn, Kylie, if you weren't my sister..." he trailed off.

"What?" I asked, emboldened by beer.

He shrugged and looked away. "Let's just say you could have made a video of your own."

I didn't push it, because I thought I knew what he didn't want to say. "Well, a girl's gotta have some release," I said, knowing in my heart that there was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Come on, Kylie, you're a beautiful girl. You could have your pick of men, I'm sure."

I shook my head. "I'm waiting."

"What do you mean?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"I mean I'm a virgin, and I'm waiting for the right guy to give myself to."

Erik's eyes widened, but instead of some smart ass comment like I was used to, he just said, "That's commendable, Kylie."

I nodded and changed the subject. It was just too weird, the way he looked at me. I yawned and stretched and started to get ready for bed. When I went to unfold the sofa bed, Erik stopped me. "You really don't want to sleep on that," he said. "It sags like a wet noodle, and there's a loose spring right in the middle."

I shook my head. "Then I'm not going to let you sleep on it two night in a row."

Erik shrugged. "I don't mind sharing the bed if you don't," he said. It was a king sized bed, plenty of room for both of us. But it made me feel a strange heat in my private regions. 

But I didn't want to act like it was a big deal. After all, we had shared a bed often in our youth. So I agreed before I realized I didn't have a nightgown. Again, I asked him for boxers. Again, he didn't question it.

The shirt I'd worn swimming was still drying, so I put on the tank top. I couldn't find another safety pin for the boxers, but these seemed a bit tighter. Then I brushed my teeth and curled up on the far side of the bed.

The night was cold, and the room unheated. I pulled myself into a tighter ball and tucked the covers snugly around me. By the sound of Erik's breathing, I could tell he was still awake. 

"Are you cold, too?" he asked.

I just nodded, but he must have been able to sense my movement. "Come here," he said, scooting closer to the center of the bed. I lay on my side away from him, and he curled up around me. A moment later, he wrapped his arm around my body and pulled me closer. "Is this okay?" he asked.

Well, it was and it wasn't. It felt wonderful to be in his arms, warm and safe. But my body was also responding in less appropriate ways. I mumbled that it was fine, and tried to fill my head with silly things like multiplication tables. It was a long time before I slept.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

I had a night of pleasant dreams. Pleasant dirty dreams. Thankfully Erik wasn't the star (thand you Johnny Depp!), but when I woke I found us still curled together tightly. His hand had found its way under my shirt, his thumb grazing the underside of my breast. The boxers had slipped down my ass, which was pressing into his groin. It was enough. I was sure that if he was awake, he could smell my arousal.

I tried to move without waking him, unsuccessfully. In half-sleep he pulled me closer. I tried to get up, but he mumbled, "Just a few more minutes, please."

I was fully awake now. I could feel his morning woody pressing into my bare ass, separated by just a thin piece of fabric. I lay there for another minute until I could take it no longer. I fidgeted until he loosened his grip, waking.

"Mornin'," I mumbled and shuffled to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face. Life was unfair.

We spent the morning apart. I tried to erase all these thoughts from my mind, but they wouldn't go away. Since I couldn't say anything to him, I poured all my thoughts and feelings into my journal. It made me feel a little better. 

I went for a jog later through the woods, stripping my clothes off after I was a mile away from the cabin. It felt great to have the fresh air caress my body. I felt the heavy weight of my breasts jiggle up and down with each step, the breeze tickling my bare pussy, and had the thought that I wished Erik was watching me, before I pushed it out of my mind.


Tempted



I was sweating profusely by the time I returned, so I hopped into the shower and got back into my now dirty clothes. I thought about going in to town to get a new outfit tomorrow, but the thought of starchy, unwashed clothes appealed to me as much as dirty ones did.

It was another cool night. Erik suggested we enjoy the hot tub after dinner. I nodded numbly and changed into the outfit I had swam in yesterday.

The hot tub provided a sharp contrast to the cool spring air. I sank in to my neck before Erik even made it outside. When he came out in just his swim trunks, I tried not to look at the sexy trail of hair that dissappeared under the shorts. I tried not to notice his broad chest, and the veins that popped out of his muscled arms. I did notice that he carried a bottle of wine and two glasses. 

He poured us each a glass and we clinked a toast when he sunk in the tub across from me. "To getting to spend quality time with my favorite step-sister," he said. That I was his only step-sister didn't need saying.

We stayed in the hot tub for a long time, discussing the philosophy of our lives, past, present and future. The wine had relaxed me a great deal, and for the first time that day I felt comfortable around him. We got halfway through a second bottle before he noticed my yawning. I tried to insist I wasn't tired, but Erik in his infinite wisdom proclaimed that we should get to bed soon, for we had a hard day ahead of us tomorrow. Ha.

Without asking, he wrapped himself around me in the bed, just as he'd done the night before, and we carried on our conversation for awhile.

There was a pause, and I thought he'd finally drifted off. Then Erik spoke again, his mouth near my ear, his voice almost a whisper, "Kylie, do you remember, when we were little, and you used to sneak into my room at night so we could sleep together like this?"

I smiled. I was so young then. "Yeah. I always felt naughty, like Mom and Dad would get pissed if they found out."

I could feel his smile on my neck. "I used to like to pretend that we were grown up. And that you weren't my sister."

My heart jumped. "Me, too," I whispered.

"Kylie...When I walked in on you the other day..." he gulped. "I want to talk about that."

"What's there to say?" I asked, stupidly.

"Look at me, Kylie," he asked softly. My body spun around of it's own accord. I could see the moon reflecting in his eyes. "We're adults now," he said.

I looked into his eyes. They were soft and pleading. But also a little nervous. "But you're still my brother," I said, looking down.

Erik nodded. "Don't be mad, please. But I read your journal while you were jogging."

Stupidly, I had left it out. I knew he had read my journals when we were younger. Perhaps, subconsciously, I had wanted him to read this one.

I didn't know what to say. But I didn't have to, because Erik spoke up again. "I know exactly how you feel, Kylie."

Again, I was left speechless, my heart pounding loudly. I met Erik's eyes across from me, they were so bright, so full of love. "It's okay, Kylie. We're out of the house, we're not related by blood," he said.

The corners of my mouth twitched up, but I still said nothing. "I've wanted to kiss you for a long, long time. Please let me do it now."

My brain had turned off, my body on. Every bit of my skin was tingling as I closed my eyes and moved my head a fraction of an inch towards him.

The next second him mouth was on mine. It was a kiss like none other, starting as a sweet, gentle exploration, and quickly becoming something more. Our mouths were open to each other, our tongues and lips dancing, our teeth nipping, our hands finding each other's skin and pulling each to the other. I was breathless, lost in his touch, my pussy on fire.

It felt too right to be wrong. When his mouth left mine to find my neck and suckle downwards, I lost my inhibition and let out a throaty moan. He moaned in response, pressing his erection into the junction of my thighs. "God, Kylie, I want you so bad. If you're going to stop me, you'd better stop me know."

All I could think about was having him inside of me. I pulled away from him and smiled shyly. "No way am I going to stop you," I said.

His relief was immense and obvious. We kissed for a long time, rubbing our bodies together. I think he was trying to take it slow, because he knew it was my first time, but I was itching, dying to have more of him. All of him. As he nibbled my earlobe and kneaded my ass, I breathed, "please, Erik, take my clothes off."

"Sure thing, sis," he grinned. It sounded so naughty. So delicious. He kneeled at my side and slowly lifted my tank top off, like my mom did when unwrapping a present, to save the paper. I watched his eyes as he took in the curves of my waist, my full breasts, my erect nipples. He was so beautiful.

He groaned when he slid his boxers down my body, to reveal my trimmed little bush awash in my wet arousal. He took his clothes off next. I would have liked to see him strip himself as he did me, but he did it without ceremony, like a hungry man. Then he began to adore my feet, rubbing them gently for a minute. I gasped when he took my big toe in his mouth, as it shot a tingle of warm, hot fuzz right to my pussy. He took his time, suckling each of my toes, causing me to wriggle about the bed and meow like a sex kitten. 

When he was done loving my toes his hands traveled slowly up my calf. He lifted my leg up when he got to my knee, and kissed the inside of it, sending another startling jolt into my heat. He opened me wider when he set my leg back down, and returned his fingertips to my flesh, slowly stroking up to my inner thighs. I was quivering by then, my pussy aching to be touched, my clit swollen and throbbing.

"God, you are so wet," he said with amazement as his fingers finally found my slit and gently explored my folds. He groaned with me as his fingers came in contact with my clit, just a loving stroke, but enough to stoke my fires even more. I thought I would melt up and burn down at once. 

I was about to beg him to taste me when he read my mind, and dipped his tongue into my juices, lapping them up like a thirsty man rehydrating. He hardened his tongue into a point and let it slip deeper into my folds, my hips squirming on his face. Then he removed his tongue from my pussy and began to play with my most sensitive spot, licking, then sucking, then licking and sucking, "Oh fuck, oh god," I cried, and when I thought it couldn't get any better he pushed two fingers inside of me, curling them, finding another pleasure center I wasn't even aware I had. 

I had been riding the waves of my orgasm for some time, but this pulled me in like a tsumani. Heat spread to every inch of my body, inside, outside, jolts of pleasure that came from my pussy pulsed everywhere. I was making wild noises I had never heard out of my mouth before, and Erik sucked and licked every last drop of pleasure out of me until it was so much, too much.

He seemed to know when he hit that point because he stopped, and lifted himself on top of my body, kissing me. I could taste myself in his mouth, and like a little slut I searched out my own juices. I felt no shame, only desire. His hardness was rubbing against me, just to the side of my hot, wet opening. I shifted my hips slightly, so I could feel the length of him rubbing on my tenderness. He groaned again, kissing me hard.

"Now, I want you now," I whispered. He lifted his hips off me, and with perfect aim, guided the head of his cock to the center of me, just barely pushing in. I held my breath as he slipped into me, slowly, deeper. I lifted my hips to his in haste, joining us completely. He fell on top of me, sighing, "yesss."

I ran my fingers through his hair, and kissed his neck as he had mine, all this while he held himself still inside me. "you're so tight, so sweet. It feels so good to be inside you," he muttered, then withdrew so that his cock was barely inside me. I quivered as he held himself there, teasing me. Please, baby, now, I coaxed him with my mind. Then my step-brother thrust deep into me in one strong motion, and I moaned like a woman possessed. 

It was like this for a long time, sweet but tantalizingly slow. I could see it on his face, it was torture for him as well. I coaxed him quicker with my hips and my sighs, so that we found a comfortable rhythm. And then his mouth found my nipples, sucking, biting, so that that heat exploded within me again, lightning bolts to everywhere. My pussy was gushing around his cock as he pushed in and out of me. I grabbed on to his ass so I could pull him deep within me as we met, his balls slapping my ass, my hips lifting, his cock thrusting, filling me and stretching me and making me feel whole, alive.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," I cried as Erik thrust into me harder, faster, the strain on his face evident, my pussy swallowing him and bathing him and clenching around him. "ooohhhhh fuckkk," he moaned as another orgasm pulled me under its spell. I'm sure I was vocal, incoherent, I know my body was alive as it had never been before, my hips slamming into his slamming into mine, hard, hot, dirty, quick, deep, yes, I cried, yes, he cried, yes, yes, fuck, yes. His hot seed spurted deep within me as my pussy quaked, drinking it up, squeezing him for more.

He fell on top of me but did not withdraw. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, and he rolled us over so we were on our sides, embraced tightly. I pushed my center into him so I could still feel his hardness, softening. He brushed my hair from my eyes and kissed my forehead, my cheek, my mouth.

Our lips said what our voices could not. There was nothing that was wrong with this, the only wrong was that we had waited so long. We kissed and stroked until our exhaustion overtook us, and we fell asleep, still joined. I didn't ever want to be apart from him, and I felt a bliss unlike any other as I drifted off.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

We were a tangle of limbs come morning. He had awoken before me, his fingertips traced my collarbone so softly it almost tickled. Seeing my eyes flutter open he smiled. "Good morning," I cooed.

"Indeed," he said. Our eyes searched each others found only love, desire. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his upper thighs, his cock swollen stiff between us. He kissed the tip of my nose. I kissed his lower lip, then sucked on it. His lips spread into a slow grin as I propped myself up on my arms and smiled down at him. "This feels so right," Erik said, "doesn't it?"

"I want to learn how to suck your cock," I answered. His cock jerked in response.

"Kylie, you have a very dirty mouth," he teased. 

"I'd like it to be dirtier," I looked at him sweetly. "Please, teach me." I had watched enough porn and read enough erotica that I had the basic idea. But I wanted him to say the words, not only to turn me on, but so that he would know he didn't have to be delicate with me. Of course, I also wanted to know exactly how he liked to be pleased.

I knelt at his side, my mouth lined up with his rigid penis. I took a moment to examine it, It was long and thick, curved inward, slightly, to his belly, with a swollen, almost purple head. "How do I start?" I asked Erik.

He cleared his throat, not used to giving his lovers instructions, I imagine. "Well, you could start by touching it." 

I took my index finger and touched its base, slowly petting it. I was being a pain in the ass. "How's this?" I asked.

"Frustrating as all hell, and you know it. Take my cock in your mouth and suck me," he commanded, then his voice softened, "listen to me, you'll know when you get it."

I smiled. That didn't take long. I opened my mouth and swallowed him, as much as I could. He gave me a soft groan, so I figured I was on to a good start. I played around for awhile, trying different pressures, sucking, licking. I found the head to be especially sensitive. He also liked it when I fondled his balls. But I'm pretty sure his favorite part was when I swallowed every inch of him, and began bobbing up and down with a steady pressure and flicks of my tongue. 

He was quite vocal, I liked listening to all his different sounds. He tried to let me know when he was close, but I didn't mind swallowing his seed, I drank it up like a rare delicacy. 

When I had sucked out every last drop, Erik gestured to me, "come here, you," he said with a sated smile. I snuggled up onto his chest and he stroked my hair lovingly. We curled up for awhile with lazy kisses and touches, and then Erik started playing with my breasts.

I'm not sure if other women's breasts are as sensitive as mine, but I can get turned on by a light breeze or fabric bushing my nipple just the right way. With Erik's expert attentions, I was fast on my way to another lightning ride. He suckled my nipple with his mouth, teeth, and tongue, while toying with the other between his thumb and forefinger. As my moans increased so did his pressure until he was sucking me so hard between little flicks of his tongue that my body was pulsing, my pussy throbbing. I had begun my orgasm without his laying a finger on my creamy pie, though I did not protest when his finger found my clit in the midst of it, intensifying the pleasure to absurd heights.

Then I rode him like a cowgirl. I couldn't get enough of him, or his cock, and I set about my duties with vigor and pride. I liked being in control of the pace, I especially liked when he fingered my swollen nub as I rode him. It didn't take long before we came, together, again.

It was well past noon before we made it out of bed, my tummy in need of nourishment. I padded into the kitchen without bothering with clothes, and Erik eyed me questioningly. "Kylie, not that I would ever get tired of seeing your hot, naked body, but...are you going to get dressed today? Cause I might not make it through if you don't."

"I know you've noticed that I haven't brought many clothes with me. That's because I was planning on spending this whole week without them on."

Erik's jaw dropped, but then he just smiled and kissed me. Then he pulled off his boxers, saying, "if you can't beat 'em..."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

"Let's watch one of your films," Erik suggested after we'd had a good naked swim and such in the lake.

My mouth curled into a smile. "What, those boring documentaries?"

Erik nodded. "I want to watch you play with yourself."

What girl can argue with that? We pulled the sofa bed out (which, incidentally, had neither sag nor broken spring, that sneak) and popped in Wonder Girls. We sat up in the bed, holding hands, patiently watching the plot unfold. As more unfolded, I felt that familiar twitch within me, spread my legs, and began spreading the wetness around. 

At this point Erik become more interested in me than the video, though I was still watching the film. There were two girls and two guys in a tangle of sucking and fucking, and it was pretty hot, so my fingers sped up into a rhythm my clit really liked. It was nothing like when Erik helped me cum, but just his being there, watching, made it quite pleasurable.

When the tiny girl on screen got taken up the ass, I couldn't hold back my twitching. My finger worked furiously and I panted and moaned. Erik leaned and and licked my nipple then, and that did me in.

"Do you want to try that?" he whispered in my ear, gesturing to the movie.

Slowly, I nodded. I was a very curious girl, after all.

We moved down to the fuzzy rug and Erik came back with a bottle of baby oil. Kissing me tenderly first, then he had me get on all fours with my legs spread. It was such a vulnerable position, and I think that really turned me on.

Erik drizzled the oil at the top of my ass crack, and with his fingers, slid it near my puckered hole. I drew in a breath when a finger worked its way into the tight, virgin space. Oh, but it felt good. He drizzled more oil, this time aiming straight into my asshole. It felt cool and hot at the same time as I lifted my ass high in the air so gravity could slide it down.

Erik had one finger in as deeply as it could go, he moved it in and out like a mini-cock. Suddenly on one thrust he added a second finger, his middle finger, a little longer so I could feel him touching those hidden walls inside. I groaned. 

He worked his fingers in and out for a while, loosening me, making me buck and moan. I was past ready when he finally placed his rock hard manhood at my asshole, and slowly pushed his way inside. 

I had heard that anal sex was supposed to hurt a girl, and though there was some pain amongst the many sensations I was feeling, I was more inclined to call it fantastic. He fucked me slowly at first, but as my oil-lined passage opened to him further, he became more enthusiastic in his pace and depth. I was moaning again, moaning and mumbling dirty things. When he reached around to play with my clit while he fucked my ass I thought I would die. I wanted this, every day, every moment, to be joined with him, in every nasty way.

Erik couldn't hold himself for very long this time, though from the copious amounts of cum he spurted up my asshole I'm certain he enjoyed himself. Though I wanted to cuddle I thought of what sort of things I would leak on the fuzzy rug, so I got up and cleaned myself before we could lay in each other's arms.

Everything we did together, whether puritanically sweet or utterly disgusting, was with love. There was no doubt of that, for either of us, as we fucked each other silly that week, doing everything we'd ever imagined wanting to try. We did 69 a hundred times. He tied me up, I tied him up. He tortured my tits with clothespins. I worked a dildo in my ass as he fucked me from behind. I started to explore his ass with my fingers, and when I discovered he liked it, he got to know Pedro a little better. 

Our last night at the cabin together we spent naked on the beach. We were fooling around pretty heavy, Erik was on top of me and about to enter when he cursed. "Can you hold on for a minute, love, I gotta pee."

"No," I said. "Do it on me." I think he was a little surprised to hear that, but he knew me well enough to know it was what I wanted, so he didn't ask twice. 

I was laying on my back with my legs spread wide, knees bent, as he kneeled before me. He let a little piss dribble out onto my belly and I felt myself get wetter in the hot box. Reading my mind, he directed the stream lower, until it was aimed straight for my pussy, which I held open for him. He really let his sharp stream of piss go then, prickling my hard little clit, and I loved the warmth of it, the dirtiness of it. "In me," I said breathlessly, and he entered in one strong stroke, emptying his bladder into my tight heat. I loved it, the sweet fluid warmth, and I let him know with my motions, my voice. We pounded into each other hard and fast for but a few moments, my super-storm of an orgasm gripping me when he pumped me full of hot cum. I guess he enjoyed it as much as I did.

It was harder than anything saying goodbye to Erik at the week's end, but I had no doubt he would wait for me. Instead of classes I went to live with him in Madison that summer, where we contentedly played out of favorite fantasies. I was his nurse, a seductress, a nun. He was my doctor, my teacher, my master. We had some friends join in. We made a video. 

When we were at home together that next Christmas, we decided to tell our parents. We had expected something of a blowout, which was why the best present that year was when Mom said, "What took you guys so long?" Dad just laughed. "You've been in love with each other since before you knew what love was. And we couldn't be happier for you."

So that is the story of how my step-dad became my father. After our parents' warm reception of the union, Erik did old fashioned-like and got down on one knee with a ring. I knew the answer before he finished the question.




Tempted



It's been a blissful three years as both brother and sister, husband and wife. We've finished school and are happy in our fields. We have just decided to go off birth control, so I can have a niece and a daughter or a nephew and a son in one fell swoop. Lord knows there'll be a baby made soon. Maybe even tonight. 



Tempted



"You promised Jenay. You promised Jenay." I told myself, over and over again.

I had promised my girlfriend, Jenay that I wouldn't cheat again. She was my first "real" relationship in a while, and I'd had a little trouble keeping my skirt down in the past. 

I'd cheated over and over. Each time, Jenay caught me. She'd spot hickey she hadn't made, or wonder why I smelled like peaches when my perfume smells like plums. Just small things like that would tip her off. I'd beg and grovel, and she'd take me back. It was a viscous cycle. 

"I know I don't deserve it, Jenay, but please forgive me baby. I'll never do it again." I would say.

"You said that before Rissa!" she'd say, and I'd beg some more

"But baby, this time is different. That girl didn't mean anything to me. You're the one I love baby, I swear. I'll be good this time, please, one more chance." I get on my knees in front of her, begging in earnest. And each time, she'd give me another chance. 

"You better not break my heart again." she'd say, and I'd jump up and hug her. Then we'd live happily ever after, that is until I fucked up again.

The first time was with a new temp at my office, Christy. I could almost argue that she wasn't my fault. It had been Christy that put just a little more swish in her hips when she'd see me passing by. It had been Christy that bent over my desk so that I could see her beautiful round breasts in her blouse. It'd had been Christy that pushed me up against the wall in the copier room that day. And it had been Christy that left the door unlocked for Jenay's best friend to walk in and catch us. So really, it was Christy's fault, not mine.

The second was with a saleslady at a shoe store in the mall. I admit, she was completely my fault. I saw the way she looked at me when I asked for her help. But, I had been the one to lure her into that restroom with me. I had actually been buying something for Jenay, but that didn't stop me from smiling my best smiles and saying my best words. It hadn't stopped me from bending her over the sink, or from making her scream beneath her breath. I even bought the shoes I had been looking at for Jenay. It was when she hugged me, and noticed the bite marks on my neck that she threw the shoes at my face.

The third time was a friend of a friend. It didn't really see that one coming. We had all been hanging out and laughing, a little drunk. Then, she just kinda jumped me in the bathroom. No, I hadn't planned it, but I didn't object to it either. When the girl showed up at my house crying and talking about how I'd done her wrong, I thought I'd lost Jenay forever. 

But this time was different. This time, I meant what I'd promised.

I had been good for a while. Almost a year.  But one day, I had a bad day for faithfulness. That day was the most trying day I'd had in a while, or maybe in my life.

*

I was in the mall, on my way back from picking up some new shoes. I had just seen a pair that would be perfect with a new dress I had, and I had to have them. I was walking, thinking about how good they'd look when I heard someone call my name.

"Clarissa Wilkins!" a familiar voice said from behind me. I knew instantly who it was. It was Shana, the girl that ruled my thoughts all through high school. She'd known how I felt about her. She'd always put on a little show for me when I was near: she'd drop something and bend over to pick it up, come by track practice with skin tight volleyball shorts on, lean into me when she laughed at a joke, things like that. Yes, she always made sure I looked, but she never let me touch. It drove me insane for almost four years, and she knew it. 

I turned around, knowing that the woman I was about to look at was one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever known in my life. I knew that when I did turn around, she'd knock me off my feet all over again, bat her eyelashes a couple times, and have me melting into a puddle on the floor in no time. I knew that she'd flirt and toy with me, just like she had before. I knew all this, but I turned anyway.

I watched as her hips swayed from side to side. She had such a confident demeanor; a quality I thought was so sexy. She flowed gracefully as she walked. At first glance, she seemed small, and almost weak. But one look at the calve muscles that rippled as she strode toward me in her high heels, and the flat of her stomach that just barely peaked out of her top as she waved, and there was no mistaking her strength. She smiled broadly at me, her face glowing. Her hair flowed behind her as she made her way over.  I remembered loving to just watch her move; I could do that all day. She finally reached me and gave me a hug. And just as I had expected, I melted.

"Hey!" She squealed. I could feel her breast press up against mine. Her waist felt wonderful in my hands.

"How've you been? You look great." she said, looking me up and down.

"I've been good, and you...you look wonderful." I said, feeling like I was 17 again.

"I'm good." She smiled, then licked her lips and paused a second.

"C'mon, let's go get some lunch. We have to catch up." she said, grabbing my hand and dragging me. 

We decided to go to a restaurant inside the mall. We sat down and looked at each other. She smiled at me.

"So! What have you been up to? Still can't get enough shoes can you?" She said, pointing at my shoe box.

"Yeah." I said, but all I could think of was how good she looked. The years had been good, no wonderful, to her. She was sexier than she'd been before. But, soon I placed that aside. I was committed, and I was sure she would be too. I mean, a beautiful smart girl like her had to be taken.

"What brings you to Atlanta?" I asked. 

We'd both grown up in Louisiana. She'd moved to Alabama just before we'd graduated and I hadn't seen her since. I'd moved out to Atlanta for work. Turns out she had too.

"I'm the new columnist for the Digest." she said. 

"Oh, well congratulations. I'll be reading it more often." I said, happy that she'd be here for a while.

We chatted and talked for a bit longer. I told her about Jenay and showed her a picture of the two of us. She seemed a little disappointed, but smiled anyway.

"She's beautiful" she said, "You two look cute together."

She told me that she was single, and had left her long time girlfriend about six months before moving. And even though she told me it had been hard, she seemed much less sad than I'd expect. I guessed she had taken the breakup well.

We talked and talked. She seemed different from the Shana I knew in high school. Back then, I'd thought she was untouchable, and that's the way she presented herself: as something unattainable, out of my league. She had almost been snobby in high school, but I'd loved it anyway. Now, she was much more down to earth, much easier to talk to. I could tell that the years had matured her mind as well as her body.  We had a blast talking about everything.

After lunch, I suggested that she come over to meet Jenay. I was excited to show her the woman I loved. We were becoming such good friends now, even though we hadn't seen each other in years, and I wanted her to be included in that part of my life. So we left for my house. I knew Jenay was off of work and would probably be home. 

We got into the house and Jenay wasn't there. I walked in and Shana followed.

"Jenay... baby? Where are you?" I called. Then, I looked at the coffee table and noticed the little note Jenay had left me.

It read:

"Rissa, 

I'm not going to be home until late tonight. I'm going to my mother's house to help her with some things..."

It basically said that her mother called her, and that she'd be over at her house. I finished reading the note and looked at Shana, a little disappointed. 

"Oh. She's not here," I told Shana, "Sorry, looks like it's just you and me."

"That's fine" she said

"You want some coffee or something?" I asked

"That would be great," she said, sitting on my couch 

"Well, make yourself at home. I'll be right back."

I ran off to the kitchen and started the coffee. A few minutes later, Shana came in behind me and I poured us two mugs. We stood at the counter for a moment and sipped at our drinks.

"I wish you could have met Jenay." I said.

"I'm sure I will some day." she said 

We sipped for a little longer. Then, she put her coffee mug down on the counter and looked me squarely in the eyes.

"Look, I'm just gonna be straight with you." she said, "I want to kiss you...I have since I first saw you in the mall today." 

She said that, and just looked at me, waiting for my response. I was suddenly aware of just how close she was to me. There was about two feet of space between us, but it felt like inches.

"I, I, I, can't" was all I could stammer out

"Yes you can." She said, closing what little space there was between us, making it harder for me to escape.

I scolded myself in my head... "You promised Jenay! You promised her! If you do this, she's gone forever!"

I backed up a little until I felt the counter behind me; she had me cornered.

"I promised Jenay." I said feebly to Shana, who was now breathing on my neck.

"She doesn't have to know." she said, just inches away from me now.  I could feel her breathing, smell her perfume. 

I couldn't believe this! Here I was, trying to be a good girl, trying to keep my promise to Jenay. I was trying to keep my hands to myself, and I had been doing just that. But then Shana had to come and try to seduce me! And by the looks - and feel - of things, she knew what she was doing. No, this was not a good day to be faithful.

All of these thoughts rushed through my head, as I saw Shana inching closer and closer to me. I saw her moving in slow motion. I knew that any second she would kiss me and my resolve would wear thin. I should have pushed her away and kindly asked her to leave. I should have showed her that picture of Jenay and me that she thought was "cute" again. I should have picked her up and put her outside my damn self. I should have done anything but just stand there and let her kiss me. But, that's just what I did. I stood there, and I let her kiss me.

"I can't...I can't" I said, but all the strength was gone from my voice. She just ignored it.

And then, she did it. She kissed me. Suddenly, my mind was blank, save the thought of how good her lips felt against mine.

The kiss was so soft and inviting, like I'd imagined it would be in high school. She pressed into me, and I lost all the resolve I had before. But even while my hands grabbed her behind, I thought of what I was doing to Jenay. Even with her tongue in my ear, I thought about how it would break her heart. But still, I couldn't break myself from the woman in front of me. I would be simple to just say "Get off of me, and leave my house." It would be simple to just say, "I can't do this to my girlfriend, and this has to stop." I would be so simple to say those things, but somehow it wasn't. I wasn't simple at all. 

I felt Shana's hand tugging at my shirt, trying to get to the skin underneath. I could feel the way she was pressing her knee between my legs, and I knew that what was going to happen would be so wrong. Yet still, I let it happen. 

By now, Shana had my shirt and bra off, and was doing a number on my breasts. She had unbuckled my pants, and her hand felt heavenly between my legs. I gently pushed down on her hand in rhythm to her movements. Then, she just stopped. She kind of picked me up, and put me on the counter. She was on her knees in no time, and ripped my short off my legs. Then her face dropped onto my wetness. I couldn't help but give in to what she was doing. It felt wonderful.

She expertly glided her tongue over me, making me grab the edge of the counter just to stay balanced. She lapped at me hungrily. I was completely awash in the sensations she was creating. She grabbed my hips and slid me closer to the edge of the counter as she went to town.

"Yess...right there Shana. Oh fuck!" I gasped, my mind in a blur

"Mmmm...is it good baby?" she said into me. I could feel the vibrations from her voice on my skin

"Yes...it's (gasp) so good...don't stop." I said as I grabbed her head to keep her in place

"I'm not going anywhere, honey." she said between licks, "You taste too good."

Just a few more minutes of that, and I was crashing over the edge of a massive orgasm. I grabbed a handful of her hair as she sucked my clit into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue. 

"Oh my GOOOOODDDDD!" I said, as wave after wave crashed over me.

I purred softly as Shana lightly licked at me, still making me shiver. I stroked her hair gently and just enjoyed the glow that comes after a climax as I slumped against the cabinet. I opened my eyes, expecting to see Shana smiling up at me, and I did see her. It was what else I saw that made my world crash. 

Jenay was standing there, tears in her eyes. She was trembling with anger. I hadn't heard her come in. 

I made a move to cover myself, but it didn't help much. Shana saw my reaction and turned to see what I was looking at. She gasped Jenay's name loudly as she recognized her from the pictures. I could see Jenay's face grow even angrier knowing that Shana already knew who she was. That meant that both of us had consciously done wrong, we were both despicable.

"Baby..." I started to say, but I knew that there would be no more chances. I didn't deserve any.

I quietly got off of the counter and went to pack a bag. I'd have to sleep at a friend's house for the night and get my things in the morning. Jenay didn't even look at me as I passed her on my way to the bedroom. She just stared coldly at Shana.

I could see Shana from the corner of my eye as I made my way to leave the kitchen. She had straightened herself up and was walking toward the front door. She was almost out of the kitchen when Jenay's voice broke the silence.

"No, wait." I heard Jenay say, but I knew it wasn't directed at me.

I looked to see what would happen next. There was a tone in Jenay's voice that I only heard on occasion. It was of complete disgust and anger. She was indignant. I questioned for a moment how safe Shana would be alone with Jenay, so I lingered a little, just in case things took a worse turn.

Jenay looked Shana up and down. It was then, with them standing so closely, that I was struck by how much alike the two women looked. They had the same athletic build, same shapely figure, the same long dark hair in similar styles, the same caramel colored skin, and same coal black eyes. Both were beautiful women, but Jenay had Shana beat in the looks department. I thought about how alike their personalities were. And though they were both wonderful to talk to, Jenay was much more entertaining. They would have made wonderful friends under different circumstances. The thought made me even sadder.

I had thrown everything away with Jenay for an imitation of the woman I'd intended to build my life with. Why hadn't I just said no? Jenay was everything I wanted, but I just couldn't stop Shana. Now, my life was turned upside down, and I knew I couldn't fix it this time. And now I was left with no one. 

Jenay spoke and brought me from my thoughts.

"Who are you?" Jenay asked, her voice sounding serene. The question surprised me with its simplicity.

"My name is Shana Carlson," she said evenly, "I know Rissa from high school."

I winced when Shana called me Rissa. No one calls me Rissa anymore, except Jenay. It was a right reserved for her and only her. I knew that she wouldn't like the woman she'd just caught between my legs using it, and I saw her flinch a little when she heard it.

"Why the hell are you in my house, fucking my girlfriend?" Jenay asked, her voice still calm, but with an undeniable anger in it. I wasn't sure where she was going with this.

"I...I..." Shana stammered, suddenly seeing the anger that seethed under Jenay's soft features.

"You can't even be woman enough to answer my questions, but you can stick your tongue anywhere you please?" she said, her voice raising, "Now I asked you, 'what the hell are you doing in MY house, fucking MY girlfriend?'" 

"Well..." Shana started, trying to find something to say, but Jenay didn't really want an answer.

"Don't even try to answer me. There's nothing you can say that'll make me any less pissed than I am right now." 

She spat the words out as if Shana weren't good enough to hear them. Then, she turned to me, and pointed toward Shana.

"I hope that shit was good." she said, her voice still venomous. "Because this is over."

Then she seemed to give way to her emotions. Her body sagged a little, and she was no longer so intimidating. I could see the hurt in her very posture. I wanted to rush over and hold her; she just seemed so small and frail. I just wanted to kiss her and tell her it would be alright. I took a step toward her, and reached my hand out to touch her, but she pushed it away, and looked at me with a fury I'd never seen before. 

"Get the hell out of my house," she said through clenched teeth, and I knew it would be the last time she ever spoke to me.

I went to the bedroom and grabbed a few things, then walked out of the front door. 

I could hear Jenay crying quietly in the kitchen on my way out. I knew that the pain I had put that woman through was more than anyone should have to put up with, and as sad as I was to lose her, I knew she would be happier without me. If I had never cheated again, she would have still had to deal with the suspicion, the doubt. She would still have to worry about what I was doing, where I was going, and who I was going with. That's not a good way to live. I hoped that she would be able to trust again, that I hadn't done too much harm.

The next day, I came over while Jenay was at work and got the rest of my things. I left a note that said to call me if she could find it in her heart. I haven't heard from her. 

Shana and I didn't really talk much after that. I really couldn't be around her without being reminded of the wonderful woman I had lost. I couldn't even look at her without seeing the way Jenay's eyes looked when she last spoke to me. Needless to say, we don't keep in touch.

It's been three years. I heard that Jenay found someone new, and that they've got a baby girl. I hope they're happy together, and that they stay that way. I've got a steady girlfriend, and I've remained faithful to her. I couldn't put someone else through the pain I put Jenay through. And though Paula is a wonderful woman, she could never compare to my Jenay. I don't think any woman ever will. It's a shame that it took me losing her to realize it. 



Tempted



They came in the door, both seeming to take a deep breath as they dropped their things in the entryway. He flicked the kitchen light on as she sat down and pulled off her sopping wet shoes. 

She barely noticed the cold of the house, though she could tell she was trembling due to lack of heating in the place. The drink alone was making her warmer. Her cheeks were flushed as she watched him get into the freezer and pull out a half a bottle of whiskey. 

"Would you like?" he asked, holding the bottle out to her after unscrewing the cap. She grimaced and shook her head, already resting on the line between buzzed and actually drunk. 

"I don't particularly like whiskey."

He chuckled and took a long swig from the bottle, grinning at her as she watched him. For a moment, she wondered what it would feel like to have him inside of her. She could tell by looking at him that he was a rough and demanding lover. His arms and legs were strong and his body lean enough to get and hold a woman in any position he dared, and judging from the screams and moans of the ones he brought home, it seems he did just that. 

She blushed an even deeper shade of red when he caught her eye. His lips paused on the bottle for a brief instant as her mind involuntarily projected her desire deep into his. A wave of lust bolted between them. He lowered the bottle and set it down on the table, then rubbed his hands together and slowly lowered his jacket from his shoulders. Their gaze broke and she swallowed hard. 

She tried to convince herself it was the drink that made her want him.

The blood swirled in her body as she felt her muscles tighten with eagerness. She had to get away before she acted on the growing craving for him. All she could picture was being controlled by his arms, pinned down as she was fucked out of her mind. 

She stood up. 

"I'm going to take a shower—warm up a bit," she said quickly, avoiding his eyes. They drilled like holes into her mind. He reached forward to remove her coat for her—a move more dangerous than he expected. Or did he know how badly she needed him? He seemed the type to tease, to play innocent until a woman broke down and begged him to do his best, or worst. He cracked his knuckles behind her and she sighed deeply. It was time to get away.

She hurried down the hall and into the small bathroom, stripping herself of her wet clothing and turning the water on. She climbed in after shutting the door, letting the warm water run over her body. The heat of it aroused her further, as did the massage of the water pummeling her sensitive skin. Her hand slid down her body and pushed two of her fingers inside herself. She worked them in and out, moaning loudly as she imagined him pounding her. She felt horrible for picturing him rather than her husband, but her mind never could control itself when at such a state of arousal. It went where it wanted, to what it wanted, and there was practically no reeling it in. 

Her fingers began to thrust more furiously, and she moaned harder. She didn't care that he could hear her anywhere in the house at this point. Nor did she care when the bathroom door opened. A few seconds later, an arm wrapped around her waist and held her hand still, then pulled it away. 

She wasn't surprised in the least bit. He knew what a woman wanted. She had known they'd fuck this night the moment his eyes met hers, despite her attempts to resist. One of his hands replaced hers in pleasuring her as his other held her wrist, pulling her hand up and sliding the fingers into his mouth to taste her juice.

He fucked her hard and long, and she reciprocated just as much. When the water from the faucet began to run cold on their naked bodies, they moved back into the kitchen, then into her room to continue on the creaky old daybed. He pounded her hard, not stopping until the sun began to watch them go at it through the green blinds on the window. He pulled out of her tenderly, letting her leg down from his shoulder, then kissed her forehead and smiled meekly at her before departing to his room. No words were exchanged between them. Words were unnecessary. 

She couldn't help but wonder if she had really been so drunk in the first place. Only one thing was for certain, according to her worn out body.

He was all her imagination had made him out to be.



Tempted



I saw a woman in town today, walking down a street. I've wanted to get close to her for some time now, even though I hadn't seen her around for quite some time. I have yet to do so, but if I did I would want to kneel behind her, gently and softly caressing her, barely touching her naked skin. Teasing her. Both of us naked without a care in the world. Starting at her feet and then moving my hands slowly upwards, over her ankles, calves, behind her knees, over her thighs to her hips. Touching and then kissing each side of her rear. Kissing that small pit just above it with moist lips. Kissing my way up her spine and letting my hands travel softly up over the front of her upper body, from the edges of her thighs up over her belly to her wonderfully squeezable breasts. Rising up a little with each soft kiss. Kissing my way all the way up to her neck and then kissing around her neck. Feasting on it like some vampire as I push her against me with my hands and thrust my groin against her rear with my hips. My staff pressing against her buttocks as she gives out little moans of pleasure.

Then she says that it's her turn. She tells me to lie down on the bed, face down. In that vulnerable position she starts to softly explore me with her fingers, moving them all over the back of my body. All the way from my feet and up and out along my arms to my hands. Tickling my spine. She presses her body against me, pushing me down with her bosom and rubbing her nipples against my back from my bum and sliding upwards. She kisses my neck and nibbles on my earlobe before asking me in a whisper to do what I'm always eager to: to lick her most intimate and delicate flower.

On her request I roll on over to my back and soon I'm drinking from the fountain of Venus with my lover sitting on my lips. My tongue going around looking for her buttons to push. Her hands digging into my hair. As I gaze in front of me the closest thing to my eyes is her mound of Venus, then her navel, then the underside of her beautiful bosom and then her smiling face and emerald-green eyes aimed straightly at me. I want to please her. To give her pleasure and deliver her into ecstasy. Seeing her and feeling her upon my lips is sufficient reward as I gently pull at a button which has hardened in my mouth. There really is nothing more beautiful than a woman in the throes of passion and at the peak of pleasure.

She rests lying next to me, slow hands playing as we lie side by side, face to face. I kiss her hands, her shoulder. She tells me she has another idea, another wish. I ask to hear it and fulfill it. She asks me to reach up with my arms, soon she's tying my wrists together. She pulls them up above my head and ties them both to the bed frame. Defenseless I gaze at her. Gently she begins to explore me, softly touching and caressing me, barely touching the skin, all over the front of my body this time. Playing a little with the hair on my legs. Teasing and tickling me all over, her hands exciting me more and more. Pinching my nipples just for the sake of it.

She offers me her bosom and I'm eager to touch it, to taste and lick it with my mouth. She almost drowns me in it, depriving me of contact with the outside world for a few seconds or so at a time. I can feel her bush tickling my belly. Making me want to giggle, squirm and beg her to take me all at once. Her hands again starting to wander all over me as my staff gets firmer and firmer in her honour. One of her hands find it and she starts toying with it, pulling it a little and watching me squirm. She kisses me as if to taste my sweet agony.

She edges backwards, letting my tip taste the entrance of her cave. Teasing both me and herself. Thrusting my hips to try and come further in but she moves away and avoids me. She's as excited as I am but she still tells me to wait, smiling mischievously at me like I've been a naughty boy. She teases me some more, making me beg for it. Beg to be let inside of her. Finally she relents and slowly she takes my breath away, making my whole body tense up. Both of us moaning as she consumes me.

She kisses me like she wants to eat me from both ends, her breasts pressing against my chest, her whole body pressing me down into the bed. She owns me completely in that moment. When she starts riding she places her hands on my shoulders, gripping them tightly. I raise my legs to give her something to bounce off of. Our hips working like a couple dancing tightly together in perfect rhythm. Watching the pleasure she's feeling expressed on her face adds even more delight to the pleasure I'm feeling. My buttocks keep clenching and relaxing with each thrust into her soft wetness, each move sending signals of lust, desire and pure passion up and down my spine.

She switches between riding me close and slow, kissing me and pressing her bosom against my chest, and riding me faster and harder, digging her fingers into my shoulders. She keeps me at the brink of insanity, sometimes teasing my lips and only brushing against them before kissing me with lava-like heat and intensity. Drowning me like a volcano of lust. The wilder it gets the more obvious it becomes that we cannot stop, that we might slow down just a little now and then but that we must see this through to the end.

She moves in close one final time, slowly riding me as she presses herself hard against me. Forcing almost all air between our two bodies away. Kissing me with forceful lips and predatory tongue. When she moves back up again she rides me like she's loosing control. Caressing herself with one hand and holding me down with the other, grinding against me like she's trying to put her pubic bone in contact with mine and start a fire by grinding them together. The faster she goes the faster I respond, she might be the rider but as her ride I want this as much as she does. She conquers and destroys me. I start shaking, my whole body getting tense and I know it's rapidly approaching for me. By the way she's moving it can't be far off for her either. Her fingers digging deeper and deeper into my shoulder but I don't notice any pain. I'm biting myself on the inside of my mouth, I want to scream but my jaw is locked.

I can feel it surging up through me, building pressure. Just one final obstacle to clear and then I explode. Forcing me to shut my eyes as it shoots through my body in wave after wave. A minimal moment after loosing myself I can feel and hear her doing the same, collapsing onto me she bites into my shoulder as if to keep herself sane that way. The sharp pang of pain is barely noticeable to me as the last few waves comes crashing in. Her every move on top of me adding pleasure and then agony as my member grows exceptionally sensitive.

I'm nothing but a wet puddle when it's over, a mass of overcooked pasta without any rigidity left in my body except for that which is slowly draining inside of her. Panting as I lie there covered by her warm and sweaty body. With her first words she asks me if I liked her idea, I answer that I loved it. Her second comment is a rhetorical question on whether she should free me or keep me tied down in her bed...



Tempted



The Devil really did have a very nice speaking voice, Karyn thought.

He stood before her, eight feet high, wreathed in flames and stinking of sulfur. He stared down at her with eyes that blazed with internal fires, his skin a dark red, every inch the quintessential picture of the Lord of Hell. Yet he spoke to her in a voice that sounded like it should be doing voice-over work for nature documentaries, a sort of Patrick Stewart-meets-Ian McKellen baritone that put Karyn surprisingly at her ease. "Very well done," he said. "You should be quite proud of yourself. Archaeologists have been working with those scrolls for years, and every single one of them has failed to work out exactly how to pronounce the diphthong on that third-to-last syllable. But you, my dear...you have a bright future ahead of you. I'll be very interested to see what you do with my offer."

"Offer?" Karyn held the scroll in front of her like a talisman. For all she knew, it was. She was an archaeologist, not a demonologist. She'd been studying ancient Sumerian scrolls for their value as historical artifacts, not because she believed them to have some literal power to summon forth creatures from Hell. Hundreds of respected academics had produced reams of interpretations of the characters on the scroll, and not a single one of them had accidentally summoned the Great Adversary. Apparently, they'd all been reading it wrong. Lucky her.

The Prince of Darkness didn't seem interested in dragging her back to the nether realms, though. He just studied her with interest, a crooked smile on his grotesque face. "Oh, yes, Karyn." His smile widened when he saw Karyn flinch. "Yes, I know your name. I know how old you are, as well as how old you tell your students you are. I know that you dye your hair brown because you think it makes you look smarter, that you broke up with your boyfriend a year ago last week and that you haven't had sex in seven months, and I know exactly what shape the birthmark on your inner thigh is. I don't observe the fall of every sparrow like some I could mention, but I do pay attention. And I have an offer for you. A most generous offer, in fact. I've been waiting a long time for someone to read that scroll."

Karyn shook her head. She'd never been a very religious person, despite (or perhaps because of) studying the ancient roots of modern religion; but every culture had its stories of "deals with the Devil", and now that she was standing there, staring face to face with the real thing made flesh, she knew better than to accept any of them. "Whatever it is," she said, "the answer is no."

"You haven't heard my offer yet," the Devil said. "I will give you, Karyn Bell, the power to make anyone do anything you want. Simply think it, and anyone you wish will happily--nay, blissfully--obey your slightest command. No matter what it is, from the most mundane matter to the most depraved desire, it will seem like the most natural and obvious thing in the world to them to do."

"And what do you want in return?" Karyn asked mockingly. "Just my immortal soul?"

"You misunderstand," the Devil replied. "This is not a contract. This is a gift, offered free and gratis, with no strings attached and no obligations implied. The power is yours. It entails no lien upon your soul, save that which you incur through your own actions."

Karyn lowered the scroll, feeling somewhat silly. "So what's the catch?"

The Devil steepled his hands together. "The catch is that there is no catch. The power is yours, do with it what you will. Or don't use it at all. That's the nature of temptation, Karyn. I'm simply extending to you a greater opportunity to sin. If I've misjudged your nature, if the temptation of absolute dominion over your fellow man...or woman...holds no sway over you, then you have nothing to fear. But if I'm right, and the same passions lurk within you that lurk within so many of your race, then I need no contract. You will corrupt yourself, and your soul will fall to me on its own. And I will welcome you to Hell with open arms, one sinner to another."

"Then I say no." Karyn felt proud of herself. How many people would turn something like that down? Then she wondered about the sin of pride, and tried to temper her feelings with a bit of modesty.

The Devil shook his head, slowly. "Not an option, I'm afraid. What kind of temptation can be resisted so simply? The power is already yours; I will return in twenty-four hours, and we will see then whether or not you wish to keep it. I'll be watching your day with great interest."

And with that, he vanished. The stench of sulfur remained, though. Karyn felt certain the whole thing was real. But if she pretended it wasn't, if she decided to believe that she had merely dozed off due to an insufficient amount of coffee this morning and had dreamed a devil's dream, then surely the twenty-four hours would pass without incident?

Karyn returned the scroll to its case and set off to her first class of the day.

*****

Temptation first set in about ten minutes later.

When the first student filed in, another freshman in an introductory class that Karyn hated but had been maneuvered into accepting by the Dean, Karyn knew at once that it had been no dream. She could feel it, intuitively; this young man would do anything she said. No, not even 'said'--she could feel his mind from her desk, feel the way that pressure from her own will would channel his thoughts into new paths and make him long to obey her unspoken wishes. She could feel the power, welling up within her, and it terrified her. She prayed for another student to come in, to cast a wary eye on her and keep her honest.

Instead, it made it worse. When a second student entered, she realized that she could make the first boy yield to her will while keeping the second oblivious to events. Worse, she could control them both--numbers were no obstacle to her power, she sensed that now. As more and more students filtered in, both men and women, she imagined them falling under her spell. First one or two, then in groups, until finally the whole class was performing whatever depraved act she wanted them to...Karyn had never thought of herself as having much of an imagination when it came to depraved acts, but she amazed herself now.

She pictured the whole class, masturbating in perfect unison for her voyeuristic enjoyment. Perhaps she would then move to mutual masturbation, arranging the students in a circle and forcing them to stimulate the person to their right. Or she could simply make them rut for her amusement; she'd always had something of a dim view of college students' sex drives, and turning them into mindlessly horny animals probably wouldn't be such a change.

She forced herself to take a deep breath. It had to be the power that was putting these thoughts into her brain, she told herself. The Devil must have known she would never succumb on her own, and he decided to put these horrible, wonderful images into her head...even as she said it to herself, she knew she was lying. She looked at the clock. Five minutes before class started. "Excuse me," she said to the students already present, "I'm just going to get a bottle of water. I'll be right back."

She stepped out into the quiet hallway, grateful for the solitude. Maybe she should cancel all her classes for the day, just wait out the twenty-four hours in the privacy of her own home? Would that be "cheating" in some way? Would the Devil renege on his promise to remove his gift? Come to think of it, Karyn thought, he'd never actually said that he would take it away if she asked him to. He'd said he would return, that he would ask her if she wanted to keep the power, but he hadn't actually said he'd honor her request.

She walked quickly into the cafeteria, trying not to notice all the men and women going about their routines, and asked the clerk, "May I have a bottle of water?"

She saw it in his eyes at that moment, a subtle glaze of mindless obedience too subtle for the average person to detect, and realized what she'd done. "Of course," he said, handing her the bottle. She tried not to notice how happy, how blissful, how fulfilled he looked to be following even a simple request. Karyn knew that if she walked out the door, he wouldn't think for a moment about asking for payment. She also realized she'd left her purse back in the classroom.

I'll pay him back later, she thought as she headed back.

*****

She'd never had a more attentive class, or one she did a worse job of teaching. She stammered, she stumbled, she had long pauses where she tried not to think about picking a random person out of the class and having sex with them while the rest of the students looked on in mindless silence, she drank long swigs of ice-cold water to keep herself from flushing with sexual heat, but the students still hung on her every word. She almost wished one of them would pull out a cell phone and disrupt the learning process, just for old time's sake but she dared not wish for it too hard, for fear of forcing it to happen.

The human will suddenly seemed too fragile to be around her, like she was walking on eggshells. Every time she looked out at her class, she could see it in someone's eyes, that mindless, blank joy that came from following her orders. Even if they were subtle, inadvertent orders like, "Pay attention, class," or "Write this down, it'll be on the final." They didn't just do it, they loved it. They didn't just follow orders, they obeyed. They wanted to do what she told them to do. She wondered what it felt like to them.

After class, she called up the Dean and explained that a small emergency had arisen, and that she'd be unable to handle classes or office hours for the rest of the day. He started to ask her exactly what the problem was, but she told him not to worry about it. Even over the phone, Karyn heard that tone of empty, obedient bliss in his voice as he said, "Of course." She felt guilty about shirking her job, but rationalized it as being necessary to prevent herself from doing something worse. She locked her office, left a note on the classroom door apologizing to the students for the canceled class, and headed across campus to her apartment.

The walk was pure torment. Every person she passed, she imagined them with that same hazy, glazed look in their eyes, mindlessly doing whatever she told them to. 'Yes, Karyn, I will lick your pussy.' 'Yes, Karyn, I will fuck you now.' 'Yes, Karyn, I will give you all the money I have.' 'Yes, Karyn, I will strip for you.' 'Yes, Karyn', 'Yes, Karyn', 'Yes, Karyn'--

"Professor Bell?" Karyn almost jumped to hear someone addressing her. She turned to see Arthur Bingham, one of her prize students, approaching. "I was hoping to take a moment to ask you about the work we've got due on Babylonian murals. Do you have a moment?" Arthur was gay, she knew that; she'd seen him outside of classes with his boyfriend. He'd never be interested in a woman, especially an archeology professor in her mid-forties. She'd always known that, it had helped her to sublimate the feelings she got when she looked at his tightly-sculpted body; but just looking at him, she knew that his real sexual preference wouldn't matter at all to him. His mind would just melt under her power like ice under a blowtorch...

"GO AWAY!" she shouted, and seeing his eyes made it worse. He didn't look hurt at seeing his favorite professor snap at him. He just smiled blankly, said "Of course," and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Karyn said. She suddenly realized that if she left the command at that, she might never see him again. Nobody might ever see him again, for that matter. "Continue whatever it was you were doing," she said, "and forget that you saw me this morning."

He sighed a long, rapturous sigh, and continued on his way across campus. Karyn practically sprinted home, trying not to think about the look in his eyes as he left.

At home, she pulled out one of her favorite toys and masturbated. It didn't take long; she just remembered the eyes of the people she'd commanded, given those tiny little requests that were part of everyday life. But they'd looked so happy. Would it really be a sin, she thought, to make people that happy, that blissful, that mindless, blank, obedient...she shuddered in orgasm.

Of course it would, she thought as she recovered. That was the whole point. She was being tempted to find excuses to sin. She'd lived a relatively blameless life before now; she'd been a good person, tried to educate and edify young minds, contributed to charities...really, when you thought about it, she didn't have a whole lot to worry about in the "judging the immortal soul" department before now. And she wouldn't have anything to worry about again tomorrow, either. Her resolve firmed as she looked at the clock, watching the minutes slowly tick away. She could stay here, at home (looking at the shabby furniture, the old television set, the things she'd always wanted to replace but had never had the money), away from people (people who would kneel in front of her in a state of pure ecstasy tonguing her clit, behind her licking her ass), and when the twenty-four hours were up, she'd never have to worry about it again. She could go on with her life.

...but if you thought about it, really, how much damage to your soul could you do in twenty-four hours? It wasn't like she was planning to commit any mortal sins. If she gave up the power tomorrow, then surely she'd have a lifetime to repent whatever she did today? And she'd led a good life up until now, she'd be leading a good life after this point...really, it would be such a waste to have one day's worth of this, and not use it. She would have time to balance the scales. She just needed to save her resolve for the important point, giving the power back. In fact, when you thought about it, spending the day using her gift would help her when the Devil returned. Instead of being tempted by regrets, by unresolved longing, by the wish that she'd made use of the power when she had it, she could give it up with the memories of one wild day to comfort her. Honestly, it was the best way to handle things.

She grabbed for her purse on the way out the door, but realized that she wouldn't really need it.

*****

First, she went shopping. She found a strapping young man with an SUV, waiting at a red light, and said, "Let me in." With that look of obedient bliss that was becoming more and more familiar to her, he unlocked the door, and she climbed into the car. "You're going to be my chauffeur for a bit," she said, and the tone of pure pleasure in his voice as he said, "Of course," almost drove her mad with desire. For a second, she thought about telling him to pull into an alley and finger her to orgasm...but no, that would come later. Shopping first.

'Shopping' consisted of driving around to various stores, walking in, picking out things she wanted, and commanding the store's employees to load them into the back of the truck, erase any security records of the event, and forget that she'd ever been there. They complied--no, more than complied, they were thrilled to help her steal. They looked like they had found purpose in their life for the first time. She'd never imagined that anyone could be so happy, but simple, mundane tasks turned into wonderful ideas when she told them to people. It took a few trips, but eventually, her apartment was completely filled with the latest in furniture, clothing, and consumer electronics...and quite a bit of cash as well. She'd asked them to empty a few cash registers at the bigger stores, and they'd been thrilled to obey.

Finally, she let the SUV driver head off to whatever he'd been doing when she met him, with orders to forget the last five hours completely, and returned to campus. She didn't head back to her own apartment, though. She headed to a different one. Using the student records to find out where one of your prize pupils lived was probably unethical, of course, but by this point, she was a bit past worrying about that. After letting herself into the building (thanks to an exiting tenant who found herself graciously opening the security door for a complete stranger), she walked up the stairs and knocked on Arthur's door.

"Professor Bell!" he said. "This is a surprise. James and I had just gotten Heather over for a study session." She stepped inside, and he closed the door behind her. "Say, I saw the note on the door today. Is anything wrong?"

"No," she said. "Take off your clothes now."

"Of course," he said, and the look of bliss on his face as he stripped naked sent fiery tingles all the way down to Karyn's pussy. He looked passionate, like the act of obedience had already started to set off his arousal before she even commanded it. She wasn't surprised at all to see that he had an erection.

She led him into the living room, and for a moment, James (who she recognized as his boyfriend) and Heather (a pretty young brunette that she knew from classes) looked startled; but then she commanded them, and their eyes went away into that wonderful place where only pleasing Karyn mattered. She had them strip for her as well, and it was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen in her life. Heather looked so sexy with that half-lidded, vacant stare, and Karyn wondered again what it must be like to feel so good to do what you were told. That was probably what gave her the next idea; she commanded Arthur to lie on the floor, and while she took her clothes off and mounted him, she started giving commands to Heather and James.

"Play with her tits," she said, feeling Arthur's cock slide into her and watching the look on James' face as he obeyed. "Heather, run your hand along his cock. James, kneel down, kiss your way down her legs to her feet. Heather, pinch and rub your own tits. James, kiss your way back up her legs to her pussy. Heather, run your hands...oh, that feels good, Arthur, don't stop, don't cum until I tell you to...Heather, run your hands through his hair."

She kept trying to think of new things to tell them to do, and as fast as she could think of them she said them. Because it wasn't what they were doing that was so erotic; it was that look, that blissful expression that came upon them as they understood that the most important thing in the world was doing what she'd just commanded them to do. It looked so hot, and... "Heather, tell me how it feels to obey."

"It...unnnh..." She was gasping now, distracted by James' tongue. "It feels like sex, Professor, like that moment in sex right before you cum, when the pleasure is so intense that it takes over your mind, and you know that you're going to, oh, going to cum but you're just on the edge and that feels even better, because you can hold it there, and when I obey, it's like I'm holding it there, I never want to stop doing what I'm told for you, oh, oh, oh!" She shuddered, and slowly sank to her knees. James helped her sink down safely, still licking her pussy. He hadn't been told to stop yet.

"Arthur," she said, looking down at the man she was fucking, "tell me how it feels to obey."

"It's..." his eyes were so glazed with pleasure and need that he had difficulty forming words, but she could see that her command was forcing him to talk despite the panting, gasping, aching need to cum... "It's so good," he whimpered, "like being held and taken and fucked with your words, fucked by your mind, so good, ohhh..." Karyn felt herself ride over the edge into orgasm on hearing his mindless, chanting babble of lust and submission, but she wasn't sated yet.

"Heather, lick and suck James' cock. James, tell me how it feels to obey, and don't cum until I tell you to."

The two of them switched positions, and James began to speak. She could see Heather's juices glistening on his lips. "It feels like floating, floating in an ocean of pleasure, like there's nothing but me and your words, and I..." He let out a shuddery gasp of pleasure. "I can't stop myself, but I don't want to stop myself, I want to obey, I need to obey, it feels too good to stop myself, please, command me more, please..."




Tempted



And she did. "James, come around behind me and start fucking my ass. Heather, caress my body, fondle me all over." Karyn had never touched a woman before, never even thought of herself as having bisexual tendencies, but Heather just looked so sexy when Karyn made her do things, and...and suddenly, she felt two cocks inside her, sliding in and out, working her body in rhythm, pumping into her, and Heather's hands rubbed her tits, caressed her neck, and it just felt so good, and Karyn felt herself sliding over into orgasm again, so much bigger than the last, so much more powerful, it was just going on, and on, and on, and on, and she heard herself gasping out, "Cum, cum, all of you, oh, cummmm..." She felt them shooting their load into her, saw Heather suddenly and spontaneously shudder in orgasm, and that pushed her past the edge into one last, deep, explosive burst of pleasure before she finally slumped down onto her students, exhausted.

And then a few minutes later, she did it all over again.

*****

"No?" The Devil sounded more astonished than angry. "What do you mean, 'No'?"

"I mean 'no'. I don't want your gift. What you have offered, I now refuse. I don't think I can make it any clearer than that."

The Devil paced up and down the length of Karyn's bedroom, leaving brief flaring hoof-marks that quickly vanished. "This is impossible. I watched you. I saw you. I know you. I know everyone. Nobody ever turns this down, not ever. It's what everyone secretly wants." He almost sounded depressed. Karyn had to fight a strange urge to pat him on the shoulder and tell him it wasn't his fault.

"It's not what I want."

The Devil rounded on her, eyes blazing. "Then what the Hell do you want?"

Karyn smiled. "I thought you'd never ask." She explained her idea. It didn't take long.

The Devil listened. "And why would I want to do that? It doesn't sound like it would tempt you very much--you might wind up doing evil, but not in a way that would tarnish your soul. Free will is an important factor, you know."

"You'd do it because...you gave me the power in the hopes that it would tarnish my soul, because I'd be tempted to make people do wicked things. Right?" The Devil nodded. "Think about all the souls that would be tarnished if you did what I ask."

A slow, cruel smile spread across the Devil's features. "Done!" he said. He made a complex, occult gesture and vanished, but Karyn already felt it deep within her. He had granted Karyn her heart's desire, and she couldn't wait to begin using it.

*****

The students of 'Introduction to Anthropology and Archeology' waited impatiently. Professor Bell was already five minutes late for class, and they'd heard the rumors that she'd flaked out and canceled classes yesterday. Many of them were already looking toward the exit, wondering if they could get away with leaving, when Professor Bell walked in. And when they looked at her, they knew. They all instantly, intuitively realized it, without even knowing how. She would do anything they wanted. All they needed to do was give her a command, and she would obey. She would happily, blissfully obey any command she was given. All they needed to do was say it.

They began to wonder what it would be like...

THE END 



Tempted and Bound



Bound by Temptation

When we touch for the first time, my heart beats like a bass drum. Your dark eyes stare straight into mine. You already know what I want. But it's not just want with us. It's need. I need you like I need water to survive. 

My pulse quickens as you take my hand.

"Let's finish what we started," you say, smiling down at me.

I can't speak. You have me breathless. This is new for me. I've never been breathless over a man before. But you are different. 

You gently push me down onto the bed.

"Don't move," you say, and I obey.

What else can I do? Even when you pull out the black satin blindfold, it's impossible for me to protest.

"Martin," I say, but you shush me and tie the satin bow.

"Trust me," you say, and I do.

I trust you even when I know it's wrong, even when I know you are the one person in the world with the power to destroy me.

You pull my red dress over my head. Underneath, I'm wearing a dark purple bra and thong set. You smile at me, you know I did it all for you. You wrap me in your arms, and I feel your velvety softness against my skin. You kiss me. Your lips against mine is enough to have me melting. I can't stand anymore. 

You support me against you, still kissing me, running your hands up and down my torso, exploring my curves. When you let go, my bra falls to the floor. I didn't even notice you unfasten it. You cup my breasts in your hands, rubbing my nipples gently. We've talked about this before, how I like my nipples to be touched gently at first, how I don't like it rough until I'm about to come. In my mind's eye, I see your large hands, so dark against my porcelain complexion. You lift my breasts in your hands, kiss them gently. My nipples stiffen at the touch of your lips. Laughing, you flick your tongue over each of them. I feel you kissing your way down my belly, pausing to touch the purple hourglass in my navel. 

Your hands are suddenly on my ass. I am already wet, but your hands against my ass make me even wetter. I moan. You kiss the triangle of silk on my shaved mound, and it feels as if the material isn't even there. You breathe on me through the silk, and my juices soak the tiny thong to the point where it's against my lips, showcasing my pussy. You murmur in approval and lick my lips through the thong. I gasp and arch against your tongue, and you laugh against me. I can't stand it.

"Please," I whisper, and you oblige, although slowly.

With maddening care, you slide the thong down my legs, gently lifting each foot before removing the thong. Then, I feel you stand up. You press the crotch of the silk panties against my lips.

"Taste yourself." you say, and the commanding tone in your voice is enough to let me know the game has changed.

I can't resist you. I open my mouth, lick the crotch of the thong, tasting my juices on the silk.

"You taste good," you say, and all I can do is moan into the fabric.

You push me back onto the bed, and I hear you removing your shorts.

You lift my hands above my head, and I feel you cuffing them to the headboard.

As I begin to protest, you say, "Trust me," again, and I can't deny you.

You spread my legs as wide as they will go and cuff my ankles too.

"Let me see that gorgeous pussy," you say, and I couldn't deny you even if I wanted to, my legs are so wide apart.

The ice is unexpected, but as you slide it over my nipple, I moan in surprise and pleasure. Another fantasy you remembered.

"You little slut," you say, affectionately, and I nod emphatically, as much as I can being bound.

I am a slut. Your slut. You slide the ice down my body, licking the wet trail it leaves behind with your warm tongue. I'm on the verge of coming before you ever get to my pussy. When you press the ice against my clit, I buck my hips and shriek in surprise, then scream out as you swallow my pussy.

I'm coming so hard, harder than I've ever come before, and you're swallowing every drop, groaning into my pussy, making me squirt. You raise up over me, kissing me roughly. I taste myself on your tongue. You put your silky-smooth dick against my clit and rub it on me, knowing that will bring me to the edge.

"Please," I say, rubbing my pussy against you.

"Please what?" you say, a note of laughter in your voice.

"I—I can't—"

"You can." you say.

"I need you." I say.

"Tell me what you want," you say, rubbing my clit with the head of your dick and kissing my neck in the exact spot you know melts my pussy. "Please fuck me, Martin. Fuck me—oh God—yes—" This as you slide your dick into my pussy, stretching me wide open, filling me with all of you.

"Oh—uhh, yes!!" I scream, and you begin to thrust harder, pinching my nipples hard as you pound my pussy.

"Oh, God, oh God, yessss!!" I scream, and we come together, your moans the most beautiful sound I've ever heard in my life.

You untie me and hold me against you, kissing my hair. 

"You're so beautiful," you say, and the gentle note in your voice is one I rarely hear.

"I reach up to kiss you, look into your eyes.

"So are you," I say, and, smiling, you kiss me again.