0 comments/ 77011 views/ 7 favorites The Flu By: conz I shivered as the flu tore at my body. My father held me close as I moaned and cried and wished I could just sleep it off. His body was the only warmth I could feel in a world that had, suddenly, become so very cold and barren. I shivered, pulling my body closer to his nakedness, not caring for a moment what might seem wrong to others, I was for once warm. He held me close that first night, took care of me every time I wanted a sip of water. I know he was naked, but I do not remember seeing him that way as he made countless trips to the kitchen to get me juice every time I was thirsty. I do remember him sitting there as I tried to sip the sweet liquids, his fingers brushing against my cheeks as he told me everything was going to get better. The second day I spent staggering back and forth to the bathroom before he took me to see the doctor late in the afternoon. All the doctor told us to do was drink plenty of liquids and stay warm. Warmth was the one thing my body and mind craved more than anything. The second night I felt even worse, only wanting the clock to move to the time he'd tell me to close my eyes and he'd take his clothes off and slide under the quilts. As soon as his body heat touched my skin I knew I wanted more, and slowly pulled the Tee shirt off as my muscles and joints rebelled at the movements. "You feel so warm," I whispered, sliding my body towards his. He seemed very ill-at-ease as my almost naked body cuddled close to him, my tiny boobs pushed hard against his side. As his arm finally slid around me, his fingertips brushing lightly against my flesh, I was able to fall asleep at last. "I love you," I moaned out, looking into his dark brown eyes. "I love you too, kid," he replied, his fingers sliding down to my lower back and gently rubbing a feeling into me that I had never felt before. The third night I watched him undress. God, what a sight! My first naked man and, to be frank, I was surprised at what a man looked like in the nude. This night I felt a bit better as we lay side-by-side, talking about the joys of the flu. He must have thought about my being naked that day because, as I slipped out of the Tee shirt, followed by my panties, he never even showed any shock. This night we were both totally naked and now it seemed more natural than anything else. "I like the feel of you," I said as our bodies touched. "I feel so safe like this." "You shouldn't," he chuckled, messing my hair up with his hand. "Why not?" "Well, you have a pretty nice body to be laying here like this. Guess you're lucky you're my daughter." "Maybe not so lucky," I whispered back, snuggling even closer to him as I drifted off to sleep, the odd feeling again making me feel closer to him than a daughter . On the fourth night I almost demanded him to be with me. I loved the feel of his body heat, the faint odor of his cologne. Again he held me close, but this night his hands did a lot more exploring as we talked. I liked the touch of his fingertips as they slid over my butt. I felt wanted and needed as never before in my life. I felt an itch on my hip and moved to scratch it. As my hand moved down it brushed against his manhood, if that would be the proper name. God! Talk about something not at all unimposing, it was hard, hot and seemed more like a coiled snake, waiting to strike than a part of this gentle man. By the time I was done with the itching, I wanted to explore more fully what a man was all about, and who better than this man who had kept me warm the last few nights? The palm of my hand ran along the length of it as I moved to lay my arm back on his chest. His body tensed for a moment than relaxed as he accepted the sinful touch of his daughter. "It's a bit dangerous," he remarked as I laid my cupped hand over his erect shaft. "Are you turned on?" I asked, knowing that an erection meant something was brewing in the minds of men. "Ahhh, well, a little, I guess." "A little?" I chuckled, wrapping my fingers around the firmness. "What would it be like if you were turned on a lot?" "It's dangerous," he said, but didn't move to stop me. "So? Who has been here for me the last few days but you? How many people have called to see how I was? Christ, you have taken care of me without any concern. What is dangerous?" "You know where this could lead." "Yes. But like you always say, 'One step at a time.'" My hands roamed back and forth, then, to my giggling amazement, I found his balls. God, they were so funny to play with in the palm of my hand. By the time my hand moved back to his shaft, I could see my father's breathing had changed. "Like it?" I asked. "What do you think?" me moaned out in a whisper. "Teach me?" "What?" "How to please you." "Well, you're doing a good job as it is." "I wantta be pleased, too." "Ahhh, you know, this isn't really a good idea." "Kinda late, don't you think?" His hand pushed me onto my back as his last ounce of resolve evaporated. His lips touched my breasts and his tongue lashed out against the now erect nipple. I could only lay there motionless as his lips and tongue played over my left breast, his right hand gently exploring the right mound. I had never thought it would come to this, not even when I had watched him getting undressed, just thought it would go away with the flu, but now there was just one problem: I wanted a lot more! His hand moved down my right side as goose bumps popped out on my bare skin. Lower, and lower his hand slowly moved, his fingertips constantly reminding me of their passage. I wanted to scream, to shout and to cry all at once, but my heart seemed to be beating from somewhere in my throat, blocking out the passage of any words. The fingertips ran down the outside of my right thigh then, as I softly moaned, they started back up on the inside, and my legs instinctively opened to allow him complete passage. They brushed against my pubic hair and my whole body shivered as my hand came to rest on the back of his head, pulling him gently deeper into my aching bosom. Fingers played along my now wet slit. Tauntingly they moved up and down just inside my opening, making me only crave more and more of what we both had so willingly set sail upon. My mind screamed and gasped and seemed to hum as he took his time in creating a new me from the daughter he knew would become more his woman than a snotty-nosed kid after this night. When his lips left my breasts and started moving downwards, I had no idea what was about to happen. I giggled loudly as his hot tongue played deeply in my belly button. As his lips touched the top of my pubic mound I arched my back and let out an animal-like groan. From this instant on there was no turning back for either of us. At this moment all that was parent and child became a thing of the past as his thoughts blended into mine, and my body reached out for his: the body of a man; not a father. Nothing in this universe could have prepared me for my first gentle kiss on my pussy. I never thought anyone would kiss anyone there, but as his warm lips and hot breath touched me, I knew this was the one thing I would always want. His hands slipped under my hips, lifting me up slightly as his tongue slowly entered me. I could feel every movement of his tongue as it explored my wetness. It probed at my virginity then moved up slowly until it was brushing against my swollen clit. God, what is better then to lie there, gasping and cooing out sigh after sigh as a tongue plays tag with a clit? I never even thought about this act, let alone how gentle, deep and mind probing it was. My body arched into him as my head moved from side to side. Deeper he entered my mind. Faster his tongue now sung over my swollen gland until, with a shriek, my hips started pounding against his face, my words now coming out as hisses and gurgling sounds. Once wasn't enough, by the time my mind had regained a little control, his tongue had me up and running again. My hands slapped at the bed as my body lost control. I fought letting go this time, but, as waves of pure passion swept over me, I let go to find myself transported into a totally different realm of being. A realm where there was no sin, only pleasure. A realm where, as my mind created the need, his lips and tongue provide but the means for greater needs, each one more passionate than the one before. Pleasures I knew, unfolding as staggeringly bright explosions of lusty light in my mind. Explosion after explosion until, with one gigantic flash, I had my first orgasm. I lay panting as he spread my legs, lifted my knees up and quickly bent over me on his hands and knees. I felt the head of his cock touch my wet pussy lips then, as he guided himself into me with one hand, I knew I loved this man differently than a few days ago when the flu had laid me low. No longer was he so old. No longer was this man a daddy. Here was someone who shared my passions with a zeal I could not find words for. I had always thought this first time would be so painful, but, being so turned on, it seemed like the most natural of pains as he forced his way through my hymen. The pain was there, a rich, stinging pain that lifted my hips from the bed, then there was nothing but the feeling of him sliding the rest of the way into me. I have heard some tell how they have just laid there that first time, just laid there not knowing what to do. For me it was nothing like that. As soon as I realized I was now being totally fucked I went crazy. I remember screaming, and laughing, and, at times, crying as he slowly slid in and out of me. This first time, the intense feelings, is the one thing I try to catch again every time he and I make love. I heard him grunt loudly as he slammed deep into me. His body now seemed to shake with a need he had no control over. Louder and louder he groaned. Faster and faster he thrust into me until, with an animal-like howl, he opened his mouth, closed his eyes and exhaled softly as I felt his cock swell before he started shooting his semen deep inside me. For the rest of the night he held me close as I cried, giggled, and laughed without understanding why. His fingers traced lazy patterns over my naked body as he listened to me so intently. And, before I drifted off to sleep, he again made slow, passionate love to me as I moaned out from both the passions of our sin and the aching of my body. The Fluffer It all started with our fantasy role-play. I love to play the submissive and bow to my wife's dominance. She will sit on my face telling me how she would humiliate me in front of her lover. She enjoys telling me about her strong black boy friend with his huge cock and balls full of black seed. Calling me her little fluffer, I will be made to get him ready for my wife, being forced to kneel in front of him, sucking him off while she holds his cock to my lips. The thought of my wife with the contrast of her white hand and the ebony of his huge cock is such a visual turn on for me that it makes me cum. Of course, this is all role-play for us, as my wife would never put up with involving an outside party in our bedroom. I can't seem to get this vision out of my head and my main search for porn lately has been to look for black cocks, I even joined a web site called 'Club Omega' which preaches black superiority saying all white marriages should start by a black fucking the bride on the honeymoon. I have been masturbating to the thoughts of sucking my wife's black lover and then sucking the sperm out of her while he watches. I was down town on business when I noticed one of those X-rated video stores. I entered to see if they had anything interesting and saw they had private booths to view them. I paid my money and picked a booth at random, it was dark until the screen lit up the tiny space. I was intently watching my selection that being a black man fucking a white woman and rubbing myself through my trousers when I voice startled me. I turned around in fear and for the first time noticed a hole in the wall. There was a large black cock sticking through the hole and a voice from the other side was telling me to suck it. I dropped to my knees and held it in my hand, as I started to rub it I heard the man moan. I leaned forward, kissed the tip, and felt the rush of eroticism through me. I had never held another man's cock let alone touched it with my mouth and it felt so anonymous and naughty not knowing who cock I was handling. There was no going back now I had to put in my mouth and began to suck and slobber all over it. I had no warning when he came just all of a sudden; he erupted choking me with his volume of seed. I tried to swallow but he was coming so fast it was running out my nose and mouth on to my suit and tie. It happened so fast I didn't even think about the taste, I cleaned him up with my tongue and then his cock disappeared from the hole. I pulled my own cock out and as I sat on my knees a jacked off with a furry. I left the video store in my cum covered suit and tie embarrassed and humiliated by my actions vowing never to return. It was the most erotic thing I had ever done in my life and it became my obsession, not only did I return many times to the video store I started looking for other places that had 'glory holes' as they call them. I never again got the beautiful big black cock like I had my first but it didn't matter. I would suck whatever anybody stuck through the hole. I have become a cum connoisseur, I can tell if it comes from a young virile man or old, if it is the first cum of the day or the last. I have now sucked maybe 100 cocks and have yet to see the face of any of their owners. Now does this make me gay, I don't know, I have never stuck my dick through any of these holes but it might be fear more than anything else. I know I still enjoy sex with my wife and relish the times we still role-play but I would hate to give up my secret visits to the glory holes spread around my town. As far as anal sex, it does excite me when my wife says her black lover is going to take my cherry, but in reality, I am just not into putting anything up my butt. I guess that makes me bi with maybe my biggest fantasy being my wife sitting on my face as she is being fucked doggy style while I lick her clit and his dick at the same time. The Fluffer "Hey, man, you're in or what? Or are you a chicken?" Taylor was not in the mood for jokes. "So what, I go in, have sex with some porn actor, and come back to you and show you the money?" "Yeah," his friend Jack was obviously having the time of his life yanking his chain. "Well, unless you want to pay me from your own pocket ..." That was an option Taylor was ready to take, but Jack continued: "... and be called a chicken for the remainder of your days?" Taylor groaned in disbelief. "It was just a stupid bet. Plus, we're only 22, who's going to remember this?" "I will," Jack clapped his hands with glee, grinning wildly. "Alright," Taylor reluctantly agreed. "But just so you know, I'm not taking it up the ass." His friend tsked. "With your physique, they'll put you on top, don't worry. And they'll ask, what do you think? So just get ready to plow some ass, dude!" he slapped him on his back. At 6.3, with dark blonde hair, military cut, and the brawn to go along, Taylor was surely impressive. He was inwardly amused with his friend's scheme of getting him to do some gay porn. He would have been a totally manly man specimen, if it hadn't been for his baby blues fringed by long lashes, and his plump lips that had gotten him plenty of action, themselves alone. He'd never hidden from Jack that he liked guys, and his straight friend had always been cool with it. Right now, though, Jack's wicked mind had been a little too wicked. It was true that he hadn't fucked anything in a week, and he was starting to feel a little disappointed with his own hand. Well, he had jerked off to enough gay porn in his life, to know what he was getting himself into, so it was not that bad. *** The studio was located in what looked almost like an office building. Taylor shrugged. Jack had dropped him off, to make sure he got the destination right, but then, to his relief, left him alone. The guy staring at him from behind the desk looked old. He wrinkled his nose. "Don't worry, I'm not the one you'll fuck," the man stared at him from behind his glasses. Taylor remained standing, not knowing what to do. The man sighed and continued. "I'm the guy with the cash. Have you ever done it?" "What?" "Gay porn, obviously." "No." "Alright. You look like you have all it takes," the man watched him up and down. In a white tank top and tight jeans showing off his package, Taylor was sure he was going to have no problems getting in. "Top or bottom?" "Top!" he almost yelled, and the main smiled. "Alright, stud. Now show me." "What?" "Oh dear, I guess it would have been pretty hard for you in life if not for your looks ..." Realization dawned on Taylor. He flipped over his jeans and the man whistled appreciatively, although Taylor was completely soft. Nonetheless, the man was a connoisseur. "Inches?" "10," Taylor smiled, too, feeling pretty smug. "Alright, soldier, you're good to go. You're going to be in a gangbang scene. Everyone's wearing the rubber, no exception, don't give me lip. You'll get 250 when you're out. All clear?" the man dismissed him, and he nodded. "The guys are getting warmed up, and it's a bit of a crowd. Just wait for your turn like a good boy." *** The first room was obviously smaller than the one where the action was taking place. There were bottles of water and energizers on a table, along with some snacks, and towels and rolls of tissue everywhere. He first noticed the three naked guys slouching around, while a fourth was standing in front of a sofa, obviously being serviced by another guy he could not see. "Alright, man, you're good to go," the guy on the sofa gave a playful slap on the behind to the one he had been sucking until then. "Who's next?" Taylor felt a jaw-dropping incident coming his way. The guy who had just talked was a real looker. A bit twinkish, but obviously in his 20s, sporting a pair of nice pecks and what looked like delicious chocolate nipples to go with them, the man was making his cock twitch. He had always had a thing for brunets, and this one was just according to doctor's orders. His hair was a bit too long, but Taylor vaguely thought of how nice it would be to grab the man by it and ride him. He was topless, wearing only a pair of ripped jeans and converse shoes. His brown eyes seemed dipped in dark honey, and his gorgeous smile was letting show perfect white teeth. A wicked tongue was darting outwards, while the man licked his lips. He asked for a water bottle and one of the guys threw one his way, while another got up on his feet, ready for his warm up. Taylor looked around. There were no cameras. So that was what the man meant about the warm up. He was mostly expecting to be forced to pop some Viagra or something, not to be sucked by a hottie. He took a seat, waiting for the others to be made ready and leave. He just hoped there weren't others after him. With the same encouragements, the brunet sent the others away, then he looked at him. Taylor was staying with his legs parting, letting his package to cool down. He had taken a short shower, so he was supposed to be cool enough. Only that he was not. "So?" the man smiled at him. "You look like you do not need too much warming up," he gestured towards Taylor's half erect snake. And it had taken him so much will to not touch his cock, or try to sneak a peek to how the brunet was blowing the others. Taylor got up, ready to slide his cock through those full lips. He took the man gently by the nape, and brought him a bit closer. The brunet grabbed his cock with one hand, sliding it on the entire length. "A straight 10?" he asked, while using the other hand to caress the man's heavy, hairless sack. "You know cock well," Taylor whispered, trying to focus on something less arousing, to have the brunet work a little hard. "That is what one year in the industry teaches you," the man looked up, then took out his tongue to trail a long swipe from beneath the balls upwards, to the entire length of the glorious cock that was waking up to life. The man was good. But also, too efficient. Taylor tried to refrain a moan, only to let out a strange noise. The brunet stopped. "Don't hold it back, darling. Once on set, no one will pay too much attention to you. Since it's so crowded, I mean." With that, he engulfed the head, and started playing with his tongue around the head, making sure to insist on the sensitive skin just beneath. "You're not in the movie?" Taylor asked without thinking. The brunet stopped for a second to laugh. "No, blue eyes. I'm here just to fluff you up." This time, he did not resume teasing, but took Taylor's cock with ease in his mouth, pushing it down his throat, without any other extra preparation. While withdrawing, he used suction power, to make Taylor go utterly stiff in one slide. "Here you go," he said, but Taylor did not let go off his head. "I feel it going away," he lied, and the man cocked his head to look at him a bit annoyed. "It's hard to keep up 10 inches of fury," he added, and the brunet nodded. He took him again in his mouth, letting the organ slid back and forth a few times. "Yessss," Taylor hissed. Not many of his ex bed partners had ever managed to take him so deep so easily. He could understand why the guys at the studio didn't need any Viagra. "Grab my balls," he ordered, and the man squeezed the heavy sack, rolling the globes in his hand with skill. He was close. He didn't need anything more, but the man must have sensed it too, so he tried to withdraw. "Please," he begged and kept the dark head there, letting his cum flow down that practiced throat. "What the fuck, dude?" the man pushed him away, as soon as he could tear his head away from Taylor's strong grip. It must have gone directly in his stomach, Taylor grinned as he was taking a step back, so nicely wasted. He looked down and saw his cock glistening, but no cum whatsoever. The man had clearly taken the entire load. Only that now, the brunet was staring at him really angry. Right on cue, the director peeked through the door. "Are there any others?" The brunet gestured towards Taylor. "He came. Idiot," he murmured the last word under his breath. The director waved his hand. "No pay for you," and he closed the door. Taylor stretched his hand towards the brunet. "I'm Taylor, sorry about that. You were too good to miss the opportunity." The man looked at the extended hand, seemed to ponder for a few seconds, then took it. "I'm Cody. Just for the record, I'm not paid to do shit like this." "Well, if I want a repeat performance ..." Taylor wore a smug grin on his face. "... is there any chance for me?" "Only if you take me out to dinner first," Cody joked. "Ok, it's a date then," Taylor bent and whispered into the man's ear. The Fluffy Pink Towel A Summer Morning Fantasy for Tessa The early summer sun had risen and the warm night was giving way to another hot and sultry day. Tessa had just woken and lay stretched out on the bed, naked and on her back, the sheet tossed aside in the night draped around her feet. She listened to the birds singing through the open window and thought of her beautiful garden below, a green oasis in the city, full of plants and trees and barely visible from most of the surrounding houses. She looked across at her husband who slept beside her, his back rising and falling with his deep breathing. She closed her eyes once more. ....... Tessa thought again of her garden and how lovely it would look in the early morning sunlight. She rose from the bed silently, slipping on a small black mesh top and matching panties through which her buttocks, breasts and shaven fanny were clearly visible - but there would be no-one to see at this early hour and the skimpy clothing would help her stay cool. Stepping from the house into the garden all was quiet. She glanced at a neighbouring window still in shadow and one of the few that overlooked the garden. For a moment she imagined she saw one of the young men from next-door standing at the un-curtained window but a longer look told her she was mistaken. Her bare feet caressed by the warm grass she felt a sense of exhilaration and daring. Stretching out her arms she let the tall plants and low growing leaves brush and tickle her face neck and body. A tall flower brushed between her thighs and caught momentarily in her panties causing a small tear in the thin fabric. Her movements disturbed cooling drops of dew which ran onto her face, her thighs and onto her thin clothing which clung even more closely to her breasts and bottom. Turning, she again thought she caught a movement at the neighbour's window. No face was visible but in the half-light she imagined a naked male torso, the face and lower regions in shadow. Was one of the young men next door also awake and looking out over the garden? For a moment she froze in embarrassment, her heart racing. But then she regained her sense of daring and placing her bottom directly towards the window she stooped slowly as if picking a small flower. As she did so she shifted her weight from side to side wiggling her raised bottom conscious that her buttocks would be clearly visible through the taut material. She slowly rose and turned, not looking directly at the window, which a glance suggested, was now empty - perhaps it had only been her imagination - but she was surprised and slightly breathless at her reaction to possibly being seen. Thinking of her brazenness she brushed her hand across her breasts feeling the hardening nipples and gently touched herself through her panties feeling a growing wetness there. Further down the garden she saw that a trailing rose had slipped from its tie on the garden fence. She reached towards it, immediately pulling back her hand with a sharp gasp as she touched a thorn. A few drops of blood fell onto her body and she placed the hurt finger into her mouth sucking gently and moving it rhythmically in and out. She took hold of the rose once more, stretching it towards the fence. But even on tip toe she could not hook it up, she shuffled and let out a small cry of annoyance fearing that to drop the rose would result in more grazes. 'Do you need some help?' The quiet voice startled her and handicapped by the rose she could only half turn her head to see the young man who stood there, barefoot and dressed only in a pair of thin boxer shorts. He gazed at her, taking in her stuck out bottom and her barely covered breasts dangling beneath her outstretched arms. 'Yes please' she whispered, hardly able to catch her breath. As he stepped forward he took the rose from her and quickly hooked it back onto the fence and she felt first his hot breath and then his lips gently caress the back of her neck. Tessa came down from tiptoes and turned to find herself enveloped by the young man's arms and body. Tessa glanced down seeing the young man's silky shorts already swelling with his erection. Her breath came now in short gasps and the thin mesh of her top caught against her erect nipples making them almost painfully sensitive as she gasped for air. Unable to move Tessa found herself firmly grasped by the young man. He gripped her buttocks with one hand whilst the other first caressed her erect nipples and then greedily squeezed her breasts. His tongue was already in her mouth as she felt a surge of desire in her body and surrendered to him with a squeal of delight. He tore at his own shorts and then at her top and panties, which fell away. He raised her up and she eagerly grasped his body with her legs, her swollen fanny lips were soaking wet as he pushed his hard prick into her. They thrust together, her back against the garden fence, tearing at each other's bodies, his swollen prick stretching her fanny until she felt a sweet pain and finally a deep orgasm. Then he too came and she felt the hot flow inside her. They gasped together for some moments in their ecstasy then he lay her down on the dry grass, the dust mixing with her sweat. Looking up at him standing over her she reached up and took his balls into her hand gently kneading them, delighted to see he was already beginning to swell again. She knelt before him and took first one ball, then the other and then both into her mouth. He groaned quietly, his body shuddering from time to time. Still kneeling she then gently massaged his now grown prick and took its full length into her mouth allowing it deep into her throat. He groaned as she moved her head rhythmically and then began to shudder; she pulled back and allowed the second hot stream of his cum to fall onto her cheek, then her breasts, her navel and thighs. She fell to the ground with a low moan and he stooped to kiss her and moved quietly away. She raised her head and as she did so beads of sweat ran down from her breasts and across her navel mixing with the dust and cum. Rising from the ground the beads ran further down crossing her mount of Venus and slipping between her soft fanny lips. As she walked towards the house the young man's cum slid slowly down her face and body and from between her legs. She allowed the tall plants and low hanging leaves to brush across her sticky body so that thin skeins of cum were drawn out from her like broken spiders' webs, a silvery trail marking her path across the garden. Once inside she went into the shower room letting the cool stream of water wash away the mixture of dust, sweat and cum. Taking a fluffy pink towel from the rack she moved back towards her bed and her still sleeping husband. She gently dried herself, lay down and closed her eyes. ............ Tessa came awake, first smiling and then reddening at the thought of her dream. What had put such thoughts into her head? She was an extremely modest person who surely could never have behaved in such a way with a stranger? There was something within her that rather startled her. Did such fantasies make her a wicked person? Her husband stirred and moved his arm to gently stroke her shaven fanny. She smiled and turned, reaching behind her back to push herself towards him. Suddenly she tensed, her heart almost stopping as her hand fell on the still damp fluffy pink towel that lay beside her naked body. The Fly I have tried to retell this story in as much as the way it was revealed to me. The story is true, however, I have refrained from mentioning the fly's name, to protect its identity. ---------------------------- Ok this is a little weird, even for me. Honestly, it is somewhat embarrassing to admit. I got turned on by a fly. How you might ask? It was during a stint in prison, and somehow or another, I got caught up in some shit that was going down with some other inmates, and landed my ass in the hole. Ten days of solitary confinement. Naked in a small cell, no cot, just cold hard floor, a thin mat, and a thinner blanket. I lay there shivering most of the night, and just as I was about to nod out, I hear this buzzing noise. My solitary confinement was no longer solitary. I had a new cell mate, and it wanted to play! This little pest buzzed my ears, landed on my nose, hell it was everywhere. I swatted at it, shooed it away, and generally lay there miserable for the remainder of the night. I finally got to the point where I no longer cared if this damned fly landed on me or not. I was bone tired. At one point, I realized my cellie had stopped bombarding me and was quiet. I searched the dark room, ears straining but heard nothing. Sighing in relief, I began to drift off. I didn't know if it was night or day, as there was no window in the hole. It was sometime later, that my cellie, the fly, woke up, and began its attack again. I became enraged, and stood up, fists cocked. I swore at the creep, threatened its life even. But still, the tenacious insect kept at me. It had the advantage of the darkness. Finally, I began to laugh, almost maniacally. If the guards could hear me, I'd be sent up for an evaluation quicker than my head could spin! I lay back down, and attempted to cover myself with the small blanket. I vowed to ignore the little bastard at all costs. I would not give in to rage on such an insignificant matter again. I was better than that. Then I felt it on my shoulder. I stiffened up some, ready to do battle in the flash of an eye. Consciously, I slowed my breathing down, and tried to remain calm. I was going to show this fly, that I was not going to be affected by its attempts to irritate me. I am the man! I settled in, and relaxed. Letting the little creep crawl on my shoulder, down my arm. I heard the buzz of its tiny wings, and waited with baited breath for it to land again on my body. Where would it land next? It almost became a game to me, predicting where this fly would land. It landed on my hairless chest. First it crawled across to the left, then spun around and began crawling to the right side of my chest. Its little legs tickling my chest, making me get goose pimples. That's when I noticed, that my nipples became erect. It crawled over my right nipple, and I moaned softly. I lowered the blanket to my waist, so that I could feel this fly on my torso. Around and around my nipple this small fuzzy insect crawled. I felt my breath catch as it torturously crawled around that hardened little nub. Then it flew over to the other nipple, and gave it the same treatment. Sighing, I relaxed my legs and lowered them, causing the blanket to slide down around my ankles. The fly moved down the center of my chest, played around inside my belly button for a couple minutes then continued its southward journey. I closed my eyes, and reveled in the sensation. I was caught up in the erotic feeling and no longer cared that it was a fly, a measly insect. I hadn't had the touch of a woman in over five years, nor did I give in like some others, and seek relief from other men, although I had had many offers! My friend the fly, traversed down my stomach, zigzagging left and right, almost blindly memorizing every inch of my skin. Goose pimples followed his trail, as fresh skin met those tickly little legs for the first time. I coughed, and it flew off for a moment, then I felt it land on my thigh. Down my leg it traveled, dipping in the valley created by my legs pressed together. Oh sweet heaven, this was feeling really good! It tickled my knees, and I actually chuckled, because I am very ticklish. (Do not tell my wife this, for she thinks that I have old war wounds, and cannot stand the pain of being touched). The fly then reversed its direction, and traveled slowly back up my legs, hopping from thigh to thigh. I groaned with lust, as I felt it land on my balls. The sensation was out of this world by this point. Every step brought immense pleasure. This little darling thoroughly massaged my nuts with its precious little feet. In no time at all, my cock was throbbing, and harder than it had been in years. I had long since ceased masturbating, for lack of inspiration. Yes, I got the occasional morning wood that sometimes led me to believe that he wanted attention, but sadly, he would shrivel back up and go to sleep. The fly brought my cock back to life, in a way nothing else could have. When it began its exploration of my manhood, I shuddered as I moaned. Up my shaft it went, circling around and around as it spiraled upwards. My cock was standing up full mast. I could feel it throbbing, pulsing with life. I lay still, refusing to touch myself. I would not masturbate to a fly! I am no sick-o, no pervert! But neither could I force myself to shoo it away either. Finally, my seducer reached the head of my penis. Its tiny feet pitter pattering along the underside of the head, exploring the gland that always felt so good when my wife's tongue bathed it. But I was not thinking of her right now. I was just 'in the moment'. This insect then traveled around the ridge of my helmet, then over the sensitive mushroom part of the head. When it dipped into the slit at the top, I thought I had died and gone to heaven! My cock burst, spewing a huge load of cum high into the air, then landed with a plop on my stomach. Burst after burst of hot seminal fluid erupted from my cock, which was waving wildly in the air. Finally, I wrapped my hand around my cock, and milked the last few drops of cum from my shaft. I spread the slippery goo all over my stomach and shaft. Reveling in the silky feel. My heart was pounding out a staccato rhythm, my chest pounding like a drum. When my breathing returned to normal, I made my way in the darkness to the sink in the corner of the room. I washed my cock and stomach free of cum, and dried off with some paper towels. I did not hear the fly again for the remainder of my stay in solitary, although I secretly hoped for a return visit. The Fly on the Wall The night was hot; almost tropical in its feel. The neon light outside the window illuminated the ceiling as an overhead fan whirred silently. Each rotation created a strobe effect causing the light to travel over the room in an oddly disjointed manner; an eerie flickering rhythm. The walls were a giant panorama in black and white; shadow and light commingling. An earlier storm had passed but a new one was building. Thunder rumbled in the distance and the heat seemed to intensify. A lone fly buzzed around the room; flitting from wall to wall. The fly was an impassive observer of the scene playing out below. Another type of storm was building on the bed with a passion so intense it would become all consuming. His hand was gentle as it swept the wet tendrils of hair off her brow. She smiled as he whispered something in her ear and her fingers lovingly caressed his face. The gentle brush of his lips on her neck made her arch her head as she held him against her throat. With one slow, deliberate move his body hovered over hers; then entered her. Each thrust of his hips pushed him deeper until their bodies were one. He braced himself on his hands and moved in a slow, rhythmic fashion. Each revolution of the fan brought the scene into sharp relief as their bodies moved together in a sinuous dance. The sheet lay across his hips; his only barrier to complete nudity. Underneath him she squirmed; her body pinned like a butterfly specimen on a board. Her soft whimpers were barely audible as her hands roamed his back. The sheet fell away exposing his body as he moved relentlessly on her. Thunder cracked once more; the creak of the bed; his labored breathing; her moans. Lightning flashed highlighting the beads of sweat on the muscles in his arms; his buttocks tensing with each stroke; her nails in his back. They all combined to make a rich tapestry of sights and sounds. Her back arched; just her shoulders and heels touched the bed as he drove himself deeper into her. She took everything he had and begged for more. The small sounds that emanated from her throat built to a fever pitch as her orgasm approached. Their bodies slapped together; faster and faster until she reached that pinnacle; the point of no return. The rain came even as her body bucked underneath him and she cried out as waves of pleasure flooded her body. Spasms rolled through her; each one more intense than the last. Gradually her cries turned to moans; then soft sighs as he slowed his actions and ground their bodies together. The initial storm in her body had passed but with his cock pressed against her clit and his unceasing movements; her body began to respond again. Her hips met his and she felt herself surrender to him once more. The storm was directly overhead now and the fly circled the room aimlessly. A flash of lightning illuminated the man as he moved back and stood on the floor at the foot of the bed. In that unspoken language all lovers seem to have she followed him and knelt on the bed before him. His cock was still erect and in the shifting light her mouth enveloped his shaft. His head went back; his teeth bared in an almost feral grimace. As her mouth captured more of him, he wove his fingers in her hair and pumped his hips against her. Her eyes were on his face and as he looked down at her she seemingly intensified her efforts. As her hand cupped his balls he shook his head and with a groan pulled back. She whimpered in frustration but smiled as he gently guided her over onto her hands and knees. He kissed his way down her back and his fingers moved between her legs. With his fingers slick with her juices he placed them at her tiny, puckered hole and pressed. She leaned forward; her ass in the air as his fingers slipped in and out. His cock slid effortlessly into her pussy and he stroked slowly. The thunder rolled overhead; lightning lit the room as he withdrew his fingers and cock. He ran his cock up her pussy until the head touched the tiny ring. Her gasp rang out as the head pierced her body and he slowly began to penetrate her. He fed her more cock with each stroke; his hands on her hips as he pulled her against him. Their bodies touched and he felt her muscles grip him tightly. She heard his soft groan; felt the quiver in his buttocks as he desperately tried to hold back. He held still and it was apparent he was willing his body to relax. Her face was buried in the sheet; fingers in a death grip as he started to rock in her body. It started slow much like the storm had; then gained momentum. With each stroke his hips moved faster; his body almost bouncing off hers with the intensity. She was wailing now; an almost plaintive cry as she waited for the sweet release. The fly circled his head and he swatted at it impatiently as he worked towards his own orgasm. Did the flickering images seem to be moving at breakneck speed now? Was it an illusion or did the fan seem to be moving faster and the storm intensify? What was reality anymore? The scene definitely had taken on a surrealistic quality. His muffled groan signaled his impending climax and she sobbed as he pulled her hard against him. She shook as his body stiffened and he came in a wild jerking motion. With each throbbing pulse his body was wracked with the familiar feelings that only she could give him. His legs seemed to give way and he fell to the bed bringing her beside him. His hand moved between her thighs and she whispered his name as his fingers brought her once again to a pulsating orgasm. The storm was over and as the rain fell softly on the window he pulled the sheet over their bodies and wrapped her in his arms. His lips pressed against her back and he murmured something against her skin. She smiled contentedly; the storm in their bodies was assuaged and her eyes closed as sleep overtook both of them. Overhead the fly; an indifferent voyeur; lit on the wall as the scene below faded to black. The Flying Instructor "Get the nose up boy" said Alan Foster, my instructor. I pulled back on the yolk and the nose rose but too fast. "I have control" Alan said as he corrected my feeble attempt to land the plane. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad pilot, I just have this problem with landing. "Try again" said Alan. I did and although it wasn't pretty, we managed a very bumpy landing. At the debrief Alan put a video in the player saying that this is how it's done. He explained that it was his daughter on her first solo. The plane made a textbook approach, touched down, barely kissing the runway, taxied back to the hangar and shut down. The door swung open and out stepped this slip of a girl dressed in a loose top and grey pants. She turned to face the camera, smiled and waved. She was in her late teens I guessed, with short blond hair and the most beautiful face I have ever seen. She was STUNNING and I was in love! As the video ended Alan explained he had taught her to fly and she had picked up the landing at her third attempt. He went on to explain she was now working at another airfield as a flying instructor. He then asked me if I could arrange for an hour and a half for the next lesson as he would like her to fly with me so they could get together to see exactly what my problem was. I agreed. He looked me in the eye and said "I'm not doing you any favours here, just because she looks sweet, don't think she will give you an easy time; she's a hard taskmaster!" A little about me at this point. My name is Peter Rice and I'm 25. I live at home with Mom and Dad and use all my spare time for study – they say I should get out more. I work for a large corporate fuel distributor as a management trainee, my first job since university. The company supplies fuel to the area and as part of my training I was sent out with one of our drivers to see how things are done. One of our drop-offs was the local airfield. It was while I was there I decided to take Mom and Dad at their word and learn to fly. I arrived for my lesson to find that, true to his word, Alan's daughter was my instructor. She was even more stunning in real life than in the video. She walked over to introduce herself. This was the same girl in the video but now in her early twenties I guessed. "Hi, I'm Charlotte" she said. Up close I saw she had beautiful green eyes set in a perfect face. I was truly smitten! I had to impress this girl. We went through our briefing and with Alan's last comment about her still ringing in my ears, made for the aircraft. I noticed that as she left the flight office she picked up a clipboard, something Alan never did. She started writing as I did my ground and cockpit checks – this is going to be a book, I thought. Anyway, to cut a long story short, the flight was good and the landing was just as before, atrocious. At the debrief Charlotte took me apart and finally gave me the check-sheet she had been writing so I could take it home to study. True to Alan's prediction she had noted everything I did wrong (including several things I thought I was doing right) along with comments on what I should do to improve. The following week I arrived expecting Alan, only to find Charlotte again. She explained Alan was out of town on business. We went straight to the plane, me in fear and her with the clipboard. I noticed she was not writing as much this time. After the flight she said that the landing had improved and so had my general flying. See you next week she said. I was glad Alan was away, I can tell you! Our lessons carried on for three more weeks then she told me Alan would probably be back next week. The following week I arrived at the airfield for my lesson as usual and there was Charlotte, deep in conversation with Alan and my heart sank. Although she was hard to please she was still gorgeous and I think I was falling for her in a big way. Finally they both came over and Alan told me that this lesson would be free with no time limit. Charlotte moved toward the plane and with a playful "come along Peter" got in. This was unusual because we hadn't discussed what we were going to do. She took the controls and we took off. After we were airborne she gave me a course to fly. I said "where are we going Charlotte?" to which she answered "call me Sandy – all my friends do –now just fly please." After landing at 'her' airfield we walked to a beat-up sports car and she drove us to a small restaurant where we had a great lunch. Sandy, as I will refer to her now, told me that her dad was paying so enjoy. This is strange, I thought. We talked over lunch like old friends and had a great time. Several times our hands touched, the effect on me was electrifying. I hoped she didn't see this. On the way back to the airfield Sandy asked me to drive as she thought she had had too much to drink. During the drive back she fell asleep. As she snuggled up her hand fell onto my leg. This produced an instant reaction which, as I was wearing light summer pants was plain to see. She had her eyes closed, so didn't notice – luckily. I didn't do anything as I knew she would be embarrassed enough when she awoke; I liked the intimacy even if it was unintended. We arrived back at the plane, Sandy slept as I flew us back to 'our' airfield where we were met by Alan. "Had a good time you two" he asked and before I could answer Sandy said "Yes." I thanked them for the afternoon and as we parted Sandy kissed me on the cheek, right there in front of her dad! See you next week she said, it seems I have a new instructor. The following day I got a phone call from Alan inviting me over to lunch on Sunday. I instantly accepted in the hope Sandy would be there. Arriving at the address given I thought I was in the wrong place. This was not the house of a flying instructor. It was a mansion, to say the least. Alan opened the door and said that lunch wasn't ready yet so come in and meet my wife. He introduced me to Charlotte who, like her daughter was perfect. They say look at the mother and this is the daughter in twenty years and I liked what I saw. Sandy was nowhere to be seen. We had a drink and Alan then said that lunch was ready. Instead of going into the dining room, he ushered me to the front door. As he opened it he pointed to the detached double garage and I saw it had a small apartment on the top, with an iron staircase to the side. Off you go he said. I knocked at the door at the top of the stairs and Sandy called "come in Peter, the door's open." What I saw simply took my breath away... Sandy stood there in a green sleeveless dress that matched her eyes and fitted where it touched. Her figure, like her face was perfect: small pert breasts, narrow waist and long shapely legs. She posed and said "You like?" I replied "I love it." She mumbled something under her breath that I didn't catch. "Sorry?" I said; tell you later she replied followed by "Let's eat." As we chatted during the meal I asked her about her how got the name Sandy. She explained that her mother was Charlotte and used Charlie so they had to find another pet name for her. As a child she loved nothing more than playing in the sand box, hence the name Sandy. I then told her that I had intended asking Alan if she was free because I wanted to ask her out. "Well you don't have to do that now, do you?" she said. I said I still wanted to more than ever. I asked and she accepted, much to my delight. I told her I had been drawn to her from when I saw the video. She said "Why Peter, you could turn a girl's head." "I hope so" I replied. Then she said that she had noticed my interest too. "How" I asked. She replied that she had grown to notice things in male students and had to put on a false persona to keep the wolves at bay. I asked what was different with me and she said that she had felt easy from the start and the restaurant trip had been her way to see if she was right. She said she had noticed how I blushed every time we touched and my reactions were confirmed by what happened and what I did (or rather, didn't do) when she 'accidently' put her hand on my leg in the car. Damn, I thought, she was awake all the time. "I had my eyes half closed just to see what would happen and I wasn't disappointed" she said. The kiss on my cheek was her dad's cue to invite me over today. "Now we're a couple, wouldn't you like to kiss me?" she added. I replied playfully that I didn't kiss on a first date, then added "of course this is our second date" and planted a kiss on her cheek. Her instant reaction was "You can do better than that." We got up from the table and I folded her into my arms and kissed her properly. It took my breath away. When we parted I noticed she was flushed too. "Go sit on the couch while I put a film in the VCR." I needed no second invite! The film was one of those French soft-core porn ones and as it heated up Sandy snuggled up, looked at me and I put my arm round her shoulders. She said "You asked what I said before lunch when I posed for you. You answered 'I love it' and I whispered 'and me too. I have known of your feelings for me since the trip, dad had told me you were attracted to me but I already knew – I wouldn't tell him though." As the film reached the bedroom scene, the actress got out of bed stark naked and walked to the bathroom. Sandy took my hand and placed it deliberately on her breast. Before I could do anything else, she moved it slightly and I felt the nipple harden through the thin material. "Don't stop" she whispered as she took her hand away. I thought I had died and gone to heaven with the biggest hard-on of my life. Then she eased her arm out of the shoulder strap, lifted my hand and replaced it on her now bare breast, saying "There now isn't that better?" That made my erection even bigger. When we turned back to the film, the actress was having a fake orgasm under the covers while the actor was sucking on her tits. I tried to reach Sandy's other breast and she moved it closer with a slight moan. Then without warning she got up and went into another room. After a short time she called "Peter, can you help with this?" The moment had gone I thought. How wrong was I? I went into the room, the bedroom as it turned out, and she closed the door still holding her dress up and said "I want to tell you three things. You are the first and last man I will have in this room. I love you as much as you love me and I have a dirty mouth and am very loud." With that she let her dress drop to the floor and stood there in only her green panties then fell on the bed and said "C'mon lover, do your stuff." I lay down beside her and we started kissing. Our tongues danced to the old beat. I then kissed her nose, eyes, chin and throat all the time playing with her breasts. She moaned "That's it lover, suck my tits." I did as she asked. We stripped me down to my boxers and I started down her body. She was moaning about needing to have her belly button sucked and her and her cunt seen to. As I got to the top of her panties I shifted position to attack further down and she pulled my boxers down exposing my cock. Now I'm just a little over average size and as it came into view she moaned "I want it, I want it" and grabbed it in both hands. I eased her panties down a little and she lifted her hips to allowing me to slip them down her legs. She had shaved to give a blond runway, pointed at the end to guide the eye to her lovely bald mound. I kissed down the runway and down to her clit. As I flicked my tongue over it she shuddered and yelled "That's sooo fucking good!! Do it again." This I ignored, moving on kissing and nibbling down to her knee. She tried to pull me back by my cock but I resisted. I switched to her other knee and started kissing and nibbling my way back up. Her scent grew stronger and I could see wetness in her slit. She was now kissing my balls and up and down my rod, moaning and telling me to service her cunt and lick her out. As I got near her pussy I could see her sweet juices. I felt my balls tightening so told her to stop. I wanted to cum, but not on her face. I shifted position and removed her panties fully. When I got to her sex, I put my tongue near her rosebud and moved upwards. At the bottom of her slit I dipped my tongue into her honey-pot and tasted the essence of woman for the first time – I couldn't get enough. She was now yelling at the top of her voice "Fuck, Fuck, do it, lick my cunt don't tease me." I slid my tongue slowly the length of pussy to her clit and this time took it into my mouth. She grabbed my head and raised her hips, grinding her hot pussy in my face all the time screaming "Soooo good, sooo fucking goood, more, more, sooo fucking goooood" then with a final scream of "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she went rigid, clenched her thighs round my head, shook all over then went limp. I kissed my way back up her body my face wet with her juices. She licked my face saying "that tastes better on you than it does on me." We kissed, our tongues locked together, savouring the tangy nectar that is woman. My hand was exploring where my face had just been whilst she was running her hand lightly up and down my cock which was nestled by her thigh. I slipped my finger into her sopping honey pot to moans of approval and got a shock: The way was barred, somehow I hadn't expected this! She was still a virgin! She felt me suddenly stop and said in a sultry voice between kisses "It's for you, lover." I told her I hadn't come prepared thinking I was having lunch with the family. "Oh, is that all" she said, letting go my cock and turning on her side. As I settled myself into the crack between her beautiful buttocks she moved herself back to get comfortable or so I thought. I took one of her breasts in my hand and started to move my cock in the crack. "Stop that Tiger, don't waste it there." She opened her bedside cabinet, took out a condom and gave it to me. This girl had thought of everything. As I rolled it on and she turned on her back and said simply "Please." Placing my cockhead at her warm, moist entrance I said "Sandy Tower, Permission to land?" the answer came back "Stick that cock in, I need you – NOW." Pushing past her outer lips I slowly eased into her tight velvety tunnel, pulled back and then re-entered. All the while we were kissing and she was moaning in my mouth. She pushed my face away and started again with "Ride me, riiidde me, make me your whore, your fucking cock whore." I pushed until I reached her cherry and stopped. She cried out "Deeper lover, deeper, take it it's yours. Arrrg. Don't stop, make me a woman. Arrg make me your..." raking her nails down my back. I felt her scratches but didn't care. Her cherry finally gave way and I was in. Her face was screwed up in passion and tears were streaking down her cheeks. God she looked beautiful I thought as I pushed my cock further up "Don't stop now." I couldn't have even if I wanted to, the animal in me took over. With each thrust she said one just word – Thrust – "Make" – Thrust – "Me" – Thrust – "Your" – Thrust – "Cock" – Thrust – "Slave" then – Thrust – "Your Arrg" – Thrust – "Cock Whore" – Thrust – "Go deeeeper." Then she let out a scream you could have heard in the next town and dug her nails into my arse, almost drawing blood and making me cum harder than I had ever cum before. As we came down from our high my cock softened and slipped out. I noticed her blood on it and the bed cover. She was sobbing uncontrollably as we held on to each other. I was saying sorry for hurting her. She said between sobs "It only hurt for a little while; it's going to be better next time." When I asked why she was crying she told me that she had just had the most intense experience of her life. Boy, did that feel good! We started 'Going Steady' and after several dates and stop overs, Mom caught me in the kitchen before work one morning saying that she and dad had noticed how contented I was looking and asked when I was going to invite Sandy over for lunch. I said "is Sunday OK? I think it's about time you met her." When I told Sandy I would like to take her home to meet my folks she looked genuinely pleased. Mom and Dad loved her, as I knew they would, so on the following day I told them that I had found the girl I was going to marry – I just hadn't told her yet. Mom looked at Dad and said "Told you so." Then dad said to me "Don't wait too long, your mother wants to buy a new outfit!" To be continued