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Cinna

By: xelliebabex



Day Five:

The timid woman sat gingerly on the perch before the writing desk. She had been instructed on the letter she must write. She took up the pen noting that it was attached to the desk by a short length of chain. It had enough play in the length to reach the bottom of the piece of paper there but no further. She sighed softly and began her letter.

"My Love,

In the beginning...

When I was in college I would often take studio art courses, and it was not unusual to have a nude model posing for the class. They were almost always women. The first thing that went through my mind whenever a model cast off their robe, was the thought that their body was nothing special, that I could do that, stand up there in front of everyone. I had a far better figure than any of the model's I had seen so far. 

I liked the idea of modelling for an art class myself but I just couldn't do it for my fellow students who I had to sit with in a number of other classes. The thought of a room full of people studying my nakedness, though, was very appealing. It was also very arousing, which is why I never really considered it at the time. I was not exactly shy but I was quite repressed for want of a better word. Still, I was captivated by the idea of seeing how others would view my nakedness in the seemingly safe world of life art.

Years later, however, after we had met and married and I had been working for some time, I saw a flyer in one of the magazines that used to litter the staffroom advertising for nude models to pose for an art class. I figured that maybe now that I was older and more experienced, thanks to you, my love, I should give it a try. I started thinking about why I shouldn't do it, but decided to shelve those concerns and just go for it before I lost my nerve. I took down the number and called as soon as I got home that afternoon. I spoke to a secretary who took my name and told me that the instructor would call and discuss what was needed exactly.

I didn't tell you. You would have stopped me, I knew it then. I thought it would just be one thing I could scratch off the list of regrets I had, without you knowing. You have never liked to share me. Even our time with family and friends was short lived as we enjoyed our honeymooner's happiness long after the honeymoon was over in reality. I lived in blissful naivety thinking the world was full of good people with good intentions. I was wrong, so wrong. I should have told you and given the opportunity to go back I would never ever keep a secret from you again. I understand now the consequences of what happened next.

Your Cinna" 

Day six:

The timid woman unable to sit knelt on the platform before the writing desk. She had been instructed once again on the letter she must write. She took up the pen and shook the short length of chain. It was stronger than it looked. She sighed softly and began her letter.

"My Love,

How I got to the point of no return...

A few days after I called about the modelling job I got a call from the instructor. She was a very nice woman, and she told me about the course. It was drawing from an anatomic perspective. For each class they would focus on a specific set of muscles, and the model would strike three poses for about twenty minutes each. The poses were taken from classical works that accentuated the muscle groups in question. She told me she had a few classes where she still needed models, one of which was for the thighs and buttocks. I figured that this would be the safest, because I'd have my back to the students. I decided to throw caution to the wind and agreed to do it.

In the days that led up to the class I began to play out scenarios in my mind. I knew from talking to people who had done modelling that the difficult part was staying absolutely still for twenty or more minutes at a time. I expected that the arousal of being so openly on display might cause some problems at first, but that the effort required to hold the pose would quickly distract me enough so that I could meditate myself into daydream where the watchers would fade from my view. Well that was the plan anyway.

The morning of the class, dawned and I was beyond excited, you did not mind at all that for once it was me that initiated sex before we got up. You never asked why or knew what I planned to do. I so wish I had shared my secret with you, but I cannot go back and undo what is done, I know that and accept it. I had told you I would be visiting my mother after work, knowing you would not question me. It was my first real lie to you. The first and only lie I had ever uttered out loud, though I understand your doubts about that now.

I floated my way through the work day feeling both nervous excitement and dread. On the way to the address I had been given, I practised the meditative breathing and calming techniques I had planned to use to stay in place for so long. I can't tell you how many times I almost pulled the car around and headed home. I wish I had. I wish the foreboding feeling of the big old house had made me turn around rather than intriguing me all the more. I wish I wish I wish...

Your Cinna" 

Day Nine:

The woman stood before the raised writing desk, with perfect posture forced upon her by a torturous body brace. She had been instructed once again on the letter she must write. She took up the pen and looked it with despair then began her letter. 

"My Love,

No wishes, no more lies...

I trembled on the doorstep as I knocked, the smiling face of the secretary made me feel at ease as I was guided through the corridors into the art studio. I was instantly aghast to find that the students were arranged in a circle rather than all at one end of the room. This undermined my assumption that I would have my back to everyone. I was so nervous at this point that I really just wanted to get started, but I had to sit and wait through the lecture portion of the class where the instructor discussed the anatomy of the muscle groups in great detail and covered the technical names for all the muscles in each group. I used the meditation to try to keep my mind off my excitement and obvious (at least to me) arousal, I could feel my nipples pushing at the bra I wore. 

Finally the lecture was over and it was time to get on with the show. To my delight, all the students got up and congregated at one end of the room as I had originally expected them to. This was a relief, but the time of reckoning had come. I kicked off my shoes, unbuttoned my blouse, and pulled down my jeans. I lingered in my underwear for a moment nervously, but soon I pulled them off while gritting my teeth to still my anxiety about being on display to strangers.

There I was, bear naked in a room full of clothed people who were preparing to stare intently at my nude body. In all honesty I have no idea of the degree to which my breasts or quivering thighs showed my arousal, if any at all, because looking down for even for a moment would surely have caused a deeper blush to spread across my features and heightened my sense of arousal.

I was very quickly distracted from my concerns as I listened to the instructor explain the way she wanted me to pose. I lay on the floor on my right side with my back to the students. My legs were extended to my left and my right elbow was propped up on a low stool, curving my spine and bringing my shoulders parallel with the floor. My right leg was bent up so that my foot lay beside my knee to expose the muscles they were studying better I expect.

The students began to draw and I began to meditate. So far things were going according to plan. The fact that the students couldn't see my face or my breasts for that matter removed a lot of the anxiety I felt, and with it a lot of the arousal. The meditation and breathing exercises I used helped to pass the time as I remained as motionless as possible for minute after minute after minute in a position totally unfamiliar and uncomfortable to me. Every so often when I had thought I had everything under control, the soft voice of the instructor would come closer and though not actually touch me the wave of her hand would be close enough to feel as it mimicked the lines of my body while helping the students to understand the muscles of that area.

I was starting to get a little restless and thought it was shrewd of the instructor not to have a clock visible within my scope of vision. Eventually the instructor stood up. I expected her to say that this pose was done, but instead she said that there would be about five more minutes for people to finish up. What seemed like an additional twenty minutes later she finally brought it to a halt. At this point my thoughts were entirely on how sore my back was after having been propped up in the curve like that for a good half hour. 

As the students put down their drawing utensils and got up to mill about, I very slowly and carefully took the weight off my shoulder. As my muscles began to loosen up I sat up and stretched my arms over my head. Arousal was the last thing on my mind at this stage. I rolled over onto my back lay flat on the floor with my arms still stretched over my head uncaring who saw as I tried to stretch my curved spine back into shape.

I rolled over to get up but I felt my spine protest once more so I just lay on my back and relaxed before I had to hold the next pose. I had thought that it almost felt like I had been on a torture rack or some such. How differently I know about torturous pain now. I would have dearly loved to be able to get up and look at what the students had created but it just wasn't within the realms of possibility at the time. So many things were not within my sphere of possibilities at that time.

All too soon the instructor called the students back to order and got me up to do the next pose. As I stood up I could feel the students eyes again and that arousal born from exhibition tightened my chest again and I could guess that my nipples had puckered into hard points, but I ignored it as best I could as I walked over to the instructor boldly in full view of the class. 

It is unfinished my love, but I am called, so I must answer,

Your Cinna." 

Day ten:

The woman stood unassisted with perfect posture before the raised writing desk. Her legs ached uncomfortably in the strange boots that kept her on her toes while not having heels attached to them. She widened her stance for better balance and gritted her teeth against the burning sensation deep within her body. She had been instructed once again on the letter she must write. She took up the pen and began her letter. 

"My love,

How I thought it could be and the reality- so different

For the next pose I was to stand with both hands placed upon a table in front of me, putting me directly in front of the students, my back facing them once more. But then the instructor had me keep my arms where they were and to twist my torso slightly and widen my stance. I could smell my own arousal and I knew this was going to be a difficult pose to hold as she bent me slightly further forward so that my elbows rather than hands bore my weight.

I instantly went back into the meditation. As the students began their drawings I tried to keep my mind one hundred percent off my scent, but I couldn't help but smell it growing, at least to me. The simple fact that I knew that other people could possibly smell it made the situation all the more arousing. Slowly but surely I could feel my body heat climbing higher and higher along with the blush that stained my neck and cheeks. 

I tried to concentrate on the meditation, but it wasn't helping. Each time I thought I had a grip on my own fluttering arousal the instructor would come close again and taking a deep breath would give some sort of guidance to her students. This time the soft hand actually made contact with the soft unblemished skin of my ass and I felt a small tremble occur in my legs at her touch. The harder I meditated, the more evident my arousal was becoming. Eventually I glanced down and thought I could see the sheen that comes with a woman's heat between my thighs. I was mortified.

My worst fears were being realized. I was in a formal art class, and I was getting so aroused I couldn't hide it. I didn't know what to do. In my mind the scene was quickly becoming pornographic. I knew that there was no way it was going to just disappear. If I didn't do something it would just increase for the duration of the pose.

I was becoming desperate. I contemplated saying something aloud to apologize and ask them to bear with me, but that would have only drawn attention to the situation and made matters worse. Instead I quickly broke my pose, shifting my lefts to close the gap between them slightly and stretch my back for a moment before resuming the pose to disguise my moving my legs. The situation was more or less under control and I began to relax, with the movement came a better clarity of mind and I began to meditate properly again finding that happy place I so often envisaged of you and I. I ignored the soft caress when it next came with barely a quiver of acknowledgement rather the trembling of earlier.

I continued to meditate as a way to pass the time. Once again the pose went on for about ten minutes longer than it was supposed to. As soon as the instructor brought it to a close I leapt up and hurried over to my clothes. I quickly pulled on the long blouse like a jacket. I sheepishly looked around the room, but no one seemed to be giggling or looking at me funny. I wanted to apologize to the instructor and make sure it wasn't too big of a deal, but she had gone through a door in the back of the room. I took a peek inside, but it lead off to other parts of the building and she was nowhere to be seen. 

Dressed only in the blouse, and seeing the student's edge toward a coffee maker present in the room I decided to just let my feeling of paranoia go. I wandered around the room to check out some of the drawings the students had made while nobody was paying attention to me. Some seemed fairly accurate portrayals while others grossly exaggerated in a figurative way. In all of them though it was only the area between my knees and lower back that showed, which was disappointing to say the least.

I lost my sense of self in that moment. This had been a titillating idea to me. It had been so arousing to me. To the students however, my perceived voyeurs, I was nothing but a random collection of parts. Only muscle and bone in an outer wrapping of skin. Not one of them looked at me as a person, not one acknowledged I was a woman with feminine curves and a heart. The drawings were exactly what they were meant to be and I didn't matter. Not me as a person anyway.

I left those mocking canvases then, thinking about why I had done this, why I had told you a lie, why I had thought this was some daring exploit that I could secretly smile at and cross off that bucket list of mine. Perhaps it was selfish of me to expect that they would be the appreciative voyeurs of my exhibitionism. I found it hard to reconcile that thought at the time.

Your Cinna" 

Day fourteen:

The woman stood with perfect posture, her head bowed. She had no wish to further this story but the consequences of disobedience were well known to her now. She had tried a silent passive protest against this game, yet here she stood once again. Her body sung of her mistakes and misdeeds and she knew it must be finished before the game would end. She lifted her head, took up the pen and began her letter. 

"My love,

An end to the beginning... Just relax...

When it was time to do the third and final pose I felt I had the situation all under control again. I was aghast to find that the instructor had brought in some sort of strange ergonomic chair that was better suited to the pose she required though it looked more like a bird perch than a chair. I knelt on the padded base and rested the crease between my thighs and ass on top of the perch as it were. Another perch was brought out and used to support my shoulders as the instructor leaned me back at a precarious angle. I had to concentrate in this unusual position not to lose balance more than anything. I had closed my eyes and relaxed when her hands were on me again, widening my thighs a fraction of an inch and making me oh so aware of my scent again.

Once again I used the meditation to help pass the time, and once again it went on for about ten minutes longer than it was supposed to and I could hear quiet shuffling as the students who must have been restless themselves by this time moved about the room or whispered quietly amongst themselves. I kept my eyes closed in deep concentration, my legs had gone past the aching stage into a kind of numbness that I knew would be hard to work out of my frozen limbs before being able to dress again.

"Just relax" the instructors voice said softly from above me," I am just going to change your position one more time for the last ten minutes." She lowered the backrest making my bow backwards and become aware of a bar that now sat just above my ankles making my legs impossible to reposition. 

"Just relax," the words echoed around my brain as I opened my eyes and started to pull against the position I was being guided into. It was all too late, I looked wildly around and realised the students had left. My eyes fell on you my love, and I relaxed knowing you would help me. I begged you to help me up, help me find my clothes, in my panic I fought for control of my hands as you came closer.

"Just relax" you echoed the instructors words jolting me as if I had been physically slapped. I began to babble apologies for having not told you what I was doing, that it was an innocent thing and just something I had always wanted to do. I was disappointed and let down that it was not what I had expected and would never do something like this again. I had begun to cry as you leaned over and kissed me holding my hands in place as they were cuffed together. 

Then came the inquisition. The painful, painful telling of truths, I would have said anything to make you stop but in the end you believed I had told no one where I had gone or about my secret exhibitionist desire. I barely felt the needle pierce my skin, though I saw it. I barely believed it was true as I struggled to look into your eyes. Eyes that I had known and loved for so long, eyes that had suddenly betrayed me.

"Just relax," you had said as I slowly lost consciousness, "Just relax."

I lost myself that night two weeks ago. You took my world away and gave me over to Lords of the Dark. You took my real name and rebranded me a sinner by name and deeds. You buried me from the wreck of my car and comforted my mother and friends before leaving the home and town we once shared for your new life and mine. You kept your secrets better hidden than I, your lies more complete, you are my Lord of the Dark now and I exist now only because I have learned to please you.

Your Cinna." 

The woman stood with perfect posture, her head bowed. Her body sung of her mistakes and misdeeds and she hoped that now her punishment for deceiving him would end with her completed confession. She trembled as his boots sounded close to her and the letter lifted from the desk. The silence hurt her ears as she strained to hear even his breathing as a clue to his mood. The letter floated to the floor at her feet and she knew in that moment that there would be no reprieve from the nightmare her life had become.

Cinnamon



This is a true story (more or less). I’m a writer who has written a few erotic tales and in this case it led to something more!

I live in a neat, small housing complex which is made up of only four little bungalows in a wooded area. They are situated around a little patio with lots of vegetation and a spa for the four little houses. Its in a quiet, suburban area and I have found it an ideal place to live and work. I’m a writer, mostly of non-fiction, but recently I’ve enjoyed writing erotic short stories, too. The other residents are all pretty quiet, unobtrusive people, so we get along fine. An elderly couple lives across the patio from me. On the left is a young man who works for an accounting firm and whom I hardly ever notice. It is the bungalow on the right, however, that I have always noticed most. The occupants of this little house are a young married couple, but the man is apparently some sort of traveling salesman who is often away for extended periods. His wife, Cinnamon, is a graduate student at the university, who spends quite a bit of time working at home, as do I. I often sit on my front porch with my laptop, writing or researching, and I see Cinnamon coming and going. We usually wave at each other and occasionally exchange a few words. Sometimes we soak in the spa at the same time, too, so we have gotten to know each other on a casual basis, although until now it was nothing more than that. I’m quite a bit older (in my late 40s) than Cinnamon, who must be around 25. Cinnamon is a luscious looking woman, however, and I have not failed to envy her man, even if he isn’t around much. She’s about five feet five and has a body that makes you look twice and then your cock starts swelling. She has short, reddish-brown hair that frames an angelic face with blue eyes, long lashes and red lips that you can’t help but imagine around your stiff cock. Her breasts are round and firm above her slim waist. Her ass is pert and round, too, and when she walks it wiggles with a sensuousness that can make you horny in a hurry. 

All this might suggest that I have been eager to get into her panties and fuck her all night. I can’t deny that that thought has crossed my mind, especially when she is in the spa with me in her skimpy bikini. I can’t imagine that she hasn’t noticed my enormous stiff rod bulging from my swimming shorts, but neither of us ever had the courage to make a direct pass at each other. In part out of respect for the tranquility of the place and not wanting to do anything to spoil the good relations among the neighbors, I kept my lascivious thoughts to my erotic story writing, where Cinnamon indeed became my inspiration for orgies and orgasms.

I actually had not seen Cinnamon for a couple of days when after lunch I walked out to the road where our four mailboxes are lined up to pick up my mail. There was the usual collection of junk mail and political flyers, but as I walked back through the patio I came to a thicker envelope with a note scrawled on the outside:

Dear Roget,

I’m so sorry, but this envelope was in my box by mistake and I opened it before realizing that it was addressed to you. I couldn’t help but notice the story inside and once I started reading it I couldn’t stop until I finished. I REALLY LOVED IT!!!  You weren’t home when I stopped by your place to deliver it, so I am just putting it back in your box. Please forgive me.

Cinnamon

What the envelope contained was an erotic story I had written and submitted to a sex magazine. The accompanying letter notified me that it had accepted the story, but suggested a few revisions. My erotic stories are published under a pseudonym, for I prefer not to have my friends and neighbors know I’m writing that stuff. I wasn’t sure whether to be angry or flattered by Cinnamon’s invasion of my postal privacy. In the end, her friendly comments outweighed my concern for her knowing that I had such a dirty mind. My cock stiffened just thinking about her reading the story. I went into the house and poured myself a stiff scotch and water and then went back to my porch where I began a new erotic story with Cinnamon on my mind.

Whether coincidence or fate I do not know, but within moments who should come walking in from the driveway but sexy Ms. Cinnamon. She smiled and waved at me, and I called out to her, “Thanks for returning my story, Cinnamon.”

She turned toward me and gave me a very big grin as she replied, “I didn’t know you had such literary talent. Do you have any more I can read?”

I raised my glass to her and asked her if she’d like to come in for a drink. She responded favorably and said she could use a gin and tonic. She hopped up onto my porch and I held the front door open for her as we entered my little living room. I went to the bar and mixed her drink. I admired her figure as I handed it to her. “I’m glad you liked my story,” I said, “but I’d rather not let it be generally known that I write that kind of stuff.”

She took a long draw on her gin and tonic before she answered, “Oh, don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul. But I was serious about wanting to read more.” She smiled a very sexy smile, her tongue coming out of her mouth and licking her beautiful lips and her eyes twinkling. 

We sat down on the sofa and I asked her if she read a lot of erotic literature. She said not really, that she didn’t have much time for that with all of her studies at the university. Then she said, “You must know a lot about sex to be able to write so beautifully about it like that.”

I smiled wryly and replied, “Its mostly fantasy. My imagination is over-sexed.” Then I added, seeking a little more information about this comely woman sitting close enough to me that her fragrance was adding to my horniness, “I guess you don’t have to depend on your imagination; you have a spouse.”

She laughed out loud at that. “Ha! He’s hardly ever here, and anyway he’s impotent – totally celibate.” When I expressed my surprise, she told me that he had suffered an accident a while back that left him that way and apparently could do nothing about it, or didn’t want to. “He’s a great conversationalist when he’s here, and a very nice man, but he’s told me in so many words that I may as well go elsewhere for sex.” My already-stiff cock gave a little jerk as more blood surged into it at the thoughts that this statement stimulated.

I fixed us another round of drinks as we continued to chat mainly about her, her husband, and her doctoral dissertation that she was working on in the Classics Department. But when my hand brushed against her breast she sighed ever so slightly and leaned back against the sofa as if to say, “Mmmmm . . . that’s what I want.” At least that’s what I took it to mean as I let my hand cup her breast and my fingers begin to pinch on the hard nipple that I found easily through her shirt. 

“I guess we can fantasize a bit here, then,” I said, and leaned over her to kiss her lips. She responded warmly, wrapping her arms around my neck as our tongues leapt out to lick each other’s and for a long time we held each other closely, tongue-fucking each other’s mouths. The cool taste of her gin and tonic contrasted with the hot passion of her mouth. My hand slipped between her legs and up against her crotch. Even through her jeans I could feel the dampness of her warm pussy.

“Let’s get naked,” she whispered breathlessly and peeled off her polo shirt and unsnapped her jeans. I was dressed in nothing but a tee shirt and shorts, which I quickly shed before helping to pull her jeans away from her long, beautiful legs. She had already kicked off her sandals and now deftly yanked off her sports bra leaving only her pink satin panties between me and her pussy. 

Her breasts were firm and round and lovely with large areolas and stiff extended nipples that revealed her sexual excitement. My mouth closed over one of them as my fingers tore her panties down around her knees until she kicked them free of her body. She moaned heavily as I sucked on her nipple and kneaded the other one with my fingers. Then her hand found my stiff cock and she began to stroke it. I didn’t want to cum yet, but she was building a boiling heat and churning in my testicles.

I pulled my mouth away from her tit and kissed her belly as I turned on the sofa. She pulled my cock toward her mouth as I pushed apart her legs to bring my own mouth to her pussy. As my tongue licked the length of her cunt slit she moaned again and screamed with delight. Her mouth then closed over my cockhead and her tongue swirled around it bringing it to an even harder erection. I plunged my tongue deep into her wet, pink hole, the sweet flavor filling me with even more passionate desire for her. As I fucked her mouth with my cock I fucked her cunt with my tongue, holding her ass cheeks in my fingers and pulling her pussy more and more into my mouth. I found her swollen clitoris and began to suck it between my teeth, whipping it with my tongue and feeling tiny fountains of juice squirting into my mouth. I could hold my own orgasm no longer as my penis erupted to shoot streams of cum into her mouth. As her own orgasm overcame her I continued to lick her pussy gently, feeling her whole body shiver in ecstasy.

Righting ourselves from our 69 position I embraced her tenderly and kissed her again on the mouth, tasting our love juices as I licked her face and neck. She cooed in rapture as she pushed me back on the sofa, on my back. My cock had gone a little soft, but she now leaned over it and licked it up and down and it once more sprang to life and became hard and stiff once more. She turned around, her back to me, and straddled me, holding my cock in her hand and lowering her cunt over it until my cockhead pressed against her labia. I thrust my hips upward to push my shaft up into her eagerly, as she pushed back against it and enveloped my entire cock deep into her warm, wet cunt. We rocked back and forth. Her cunt was magnificent. She seemed to control the muscles of her vaginal walls so that they massaged my cock, giving me fantastic pleasure. I found her asshole and pushed in my finger, fucking her there and feeling my own hot cock next door in her hot cunt. She moaned and begged me to fuck her harder. “Fuck me, please, oh fuck me harder,” she screamed. Waves of vibrations surged from my cock and balls through every inch of my being even before I built up to once more spurting my cum into her body, just as another orgasm spasmed through her body.

When it was over she turned back and lay atop me, her sopping cunt pressing against my flaccid, wet penis. She bit my nipples and smiled cheerfully. “That was great,” she said, “and I don’t think I fantasized it.” I kissed her face and agreed that it was real. I could feel my cock already stiffening again and I became obsessed with fucking her doggie style. 

I pushed her off me and told her to get on her elbows and knees on the sofa. She complied obediently. I stood next to the sofa and rammed my hot pistol back into her cunt once more, holding her firmly by her hips until I had penetrated her deeply. Then I grasped her by her breasts and began to bang my cock hard back and forth in her hot hole. She shrieked with delight as my cock pounded her in a violent fuck that brought me once more to the ecstatic sensations of cumming. 

This time I felt exhausted and spent once I had cum. I extracted my now-limp cock from her and simply lay back on the floor, breathing heavily, but enormously satisfied. Within a moment or two she was kneeling over me, he tongue licking my glistening cock, my balls, and my thighs, my knees and even my feet. She licked my belly and my nipples and my face. She licked me all over, like a mother cat, leaving me feeling clean and washed. Then she got up and dressed herself. 

“Let’s fantasize again sometime,” she said as she walked toward the front door. 

“Anytime, Cinnamon, anytime,” I said softly.

And I know we shall.



Cinnamon



for A.

I'm not sure how it all starts, but this is our first time together. It's a sudden encounter, perhaps I am on a job interview out West and looked you up. Somewhere along the line you decided to show me one of your favorite, private places. It's along a rocky coastline where few people go because of the strong, crashing waves, but somewhere along the shore there is a place, a small cave-like opening that is shielded from the pounding surf. We get totally soaked trying to get there, but when we arrive it is such a peaceful place. Even the raging sea just beyond the craggy knoll that protects us seems to be practically silenced by the awe of this place.

It is nearly dusk and we break open the bags we have brought with us. They contain logs and papers and matches, as well as blankets and towels and a little food for us to share -- all sealed in trash bags to keep them dry, you were certainly right about that! You spread out the blankets while I set up the fire inside a circle of rocks which has obviously been used as a fireplace before. Soon the fire is raging and, without even thinking, you remove your dowsed T-shirt. I blush and quickly turn away.

"Oh, shoot! Pat, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking," you laugh and turn around.

I can't help but watch as you slide the limp shirt off to reveal a simple white lace bra. In a moment it comes off as well, showing me the beautiful smoothness of your bare back. You drape the shirt and bra over a rock next to you and, as you do, I can just see the sides of your breasts swaying. Again I blush, knowing I shouldn't be looking, but I am so entranced by the suppleness and perfect silkiness of your skin.

"Pat, could you bring me one of the body towels?"

I grab the one with the tropical flowers and walk up behind you. As I open the towel and raise it to envelop you, I have to fight off an urge to peer over your shoulder to see your breasts. Slowly my arms encircle you from behind and close the towel around you. Before I can pull my arms back, yours slip over mine and draw them tightly to your chest. I clear my throat as I realize that you are clasping my arms against your bosoms. You hold me so tight that I am pressed right up against your back and my face is nestled against the back of your head, your long, curly hair feels so soft and smells so divine.

"Oh my..." is all I can manage to say, whispering it softly in your ear.

You release my arms and lower your hands to your cut-off jeans. I watch them suddenly appear on the ground below the towel's end, along with a pair of silk black panties. My heart races. You wrap the towel tightly around yourself and carry your garments to the rock to dry them off, then start walking back towards me.

"I like to come here when I want to be alone and just lay naked on the towel and listen to the sea. It makes me feel so calm."

Suddenly the image of you sprawled out on the beach towels in your full, naked glory possesses me. Am I missing the signals here? I mean, is there any real point to drying out your clothes since we're just going to have to get soaked again when we leave? Is it all a ruse on your part to seduce me or are you being blatant about it and I am just being dense?

"Patrick? You might as well get out of yours too. Come on, here."

You bring a huge towel and hold it up in front of me, blocking your view. Hesitantly I remove my polo shirt and throw it onto a rock. Then I step out of my shorts and repeat the toss. My heart is pounding as I realize the only thing between us other than the towel is my underwear. Shaking, I slowly drop them. Only when I have stepped out of them do I see that I am obviously aroused at the thought of you being naked under your towel. I find myself stopping as I reach up to take my towel from you, caught up in the mystery of your body. What do you look like under that towel? Is your body even half as lovely as your face? Your wide, brown eyes? Your smile? Your sensual and delicate walk? Will your breasts fit in my hands? How thick is the silken forest of your sex? What do you smell like there? What do you taste like? Oh, Alicia, how I long to taste you...

...I am stirred from my thoughts by the motion of your arms drawing the towel around me. I take it from you, still in a daze, and adjust it to fit me modestly. Then we sit on the blankets in front of the fire, the crackles from which seem to create a musical counterpoint to the rolling of the waves behind us. The song continues uninterrupted by either of us for some time. Soon the last rays of the sun are gone and you, Alicia, and I are all alone in the firelight.

* * * * *

A little while later I notice you reaching for the bag of provisions we brought and start to remove things from it. I offer to help, but you decline and set about preparing our light meal: cold fried chicken (mmm!). I also notice you setting up a can at the edge of the fire, fill it with water and put something into it.

"What's that?" I ask.

You continue setting up our meal. "Something for later. Don't worry about it. Hand me the plastic plates, will you?"

After we manage to eat a little of the chicken and wash it down with what I thought was supposed to be sparkling grape juice but which turned out to be champagne, you tell me you want to lie down. I am surprised, then, when you stand up and face me.

"Do you mind if I -- if I take this off? I really like to be nude when I lie out here."

My heart seems to just thud to a stop.

"Uh, Alicia. I, I --" I am totally lost for words.

You move directly in front of me as I rise to my knees.

"Patrick..." you say, but without even waiting for a response you slowly part the top ends of the towel to reveal your bare breasts to me.

I like to think that everything I have experienced before has prepared me for what you've just done, but somehow I am still taken aback at the sight of your beautiful breasts. Full, round globes the size of oranges jut from your smooth-skinned chest. Already the breeze causes your nipples to grow taught and I can feel my own soft member growing firm beneath my towel. Before I have time to react to this new sight, you allow the towel to fall completely from your body. The sound of it hitting the dry sand is the only thing I hear.

My breath shudders at the sight of your nude form cast into copper by the firelight. You turn slightly towards the flames to allow me a perfect view of your dark triangle. You stand only a few inches from my face now and I can see your sex with such detail: the thick, matted hairs, your aroused clitoris and the glistening separation of your vulva and labia. No matter how many times a lover reveals her sex to me, I am always moved with passion at the sheer beauty and seeming delicacy of her most intimate and sensual place. The effect you have on me is almost hypnotizing.

You stand so close to me now that I can detect the sweet scent of your passion. I lose all hope of resisting and wonder why I even bothered at all. I feel a flutter in my chest as I dare to move toward you on my knees. My breathing is ragged and heavy as I reach out and place my hands on your naked hips. Touching you is like touching ice: it sends a shiver down my spine, but not from the cold -- from the sensuality that emanates from your body. I draw you to me, laying my head against your firm tummy. I slip my hands back over your behind and clasp your smooth cheeks. Oh God, Alicia, I'm finally touching you and I'm not sure where to go from here.

Before long you feel my lips against your abdomen, slowly drawing a line of kisses down from your navel. I can feel your thighs tensing in my hands as I close in on your pubic mound. The scent of your womanhood has, by now, intoxicated me beyond all hope of sobriety. The slow pace I am forcing myself to take on my downward plunge toward your sex seems agonizingly tortuous to me. But momentarily I am rewarded by the sensation of moist, silky hair against my lips and the feast begins.

Nudging your legs apart with my body, I slip between them. I keep a firm grip on your hips as I slide beneath you, brushing my lips roughly over your sex as I adjust my balance. You let out a soft gasp at the contact and slip your hands down to the top of my head in response. Within seconds of settling down, I begin to draw the tip of my tongue gently back and forth along the outer edges of your vulva. You can feel it, the tender brushing of something firm and moist teasing the slight opening of your sex. With each stroke it penetrates slightly deeper into the entrance to your body. Occasionally I slip it all the way up into the cleft of your labia and caresses the erect little bud of your clitoris, causing you to spasm and press your mound roughly into my face or to pull my head firmly against your sex.

As I pleasure your womanhood, my hands slide from your hips around to your bottom and clasp the smooth firmness of your buttocks. My fingers gently knead the skin that covers your powerful muscles, which are flexing in response to the sensations flowing from your sex. Already you have started a light thrusting motion, your hips shifting back and forth, sliding your sweet mound over my face, painting me with your wetness. Oh, Alicia, your juices are like honey and the taste overwhelms me. I have to have more and that is when you feel my tongue plunge deeply into your birth canal. The sudden penetration into your depths causes you to gasp aloud, a gasp which echoes throughout the rocks that shield us from the outside world.

Your legs begin to shake and your knees feel like they're going to buckle as my assault on your pussy continues unabated. Faster and faster, deeper and harder I go. It is difficult to catch my breath when I am buried into you like this and I can feel disorientation and dizziness come over me from time to time as I lose all awareness of everything but the center of your passion. By now your buttocks are thrusting and shaking with aggressive desire. Your body does everything it can to get my tongue as deep as it will go into your vagina, pushing it towards your cervix with determination, even though it could never reach so far. Meanwhile, my hands continue to massage your bottom, caressing your bare skin and teasing the valley between your luscious cheeks. Occasionally my fingers will brush your sensitive anus and you'll emit another sensually-charged yelp into the air.

The only thing I regret about this is that I cannot see the expression on your face. I can only imagine that your head is tossed back and your eyes are closed. Your mouth, open in a silent scream of pleasure and delight. Only an occasional choking gasp or raspy intake of breath is able to escape. All other functions of your body are devoted to the encouragement of the feelings beginning to swell within your loins. Already your birth canal and labia are open wide and pulsing with blood. Your womb is surrounded with swollen blood vessels and capillaries and the muscles of your uterus are also shuddering with intensity, waiting for the right moment to --

-- I feel your hands grip my head, your fingernails digging into my scalp: the first sign of your imminent orgasm. The tip of my finger, which is resting nestled in the pucker of your anus, can feel your sexual muscles beginning to throb and pulsate. I can feel the walls of your vagina rippling against my tongue and it is then that all hell breaks loose.

"Uhn! Patrick -- oh! God, Pat-trick! Huh, uhn!" you cry as your body releases you to a full and complete orgasm.

Your arms and legs and hips and thighs shudder and quiver, twisting and turning as you come. Your bottom starts slamming your mound furiously against my head, grinding your soaking wet forest of black hairs and the glistening slit that it protects into my face. Your climax produces more fluids that flow from your sex over my nose, lips, cheeks and chin like a waterfall of honey liqueur. I am completely hypnotized by the power and intensity of your climax. Hearing you call my name through choked gasps and sobs of pleasure makes the experience all the more sensual for me and I summon one last surge of strength to give you pleasure.

At the height of your climax, just as you think your entire body will give out or your loins will explode, you feel the sudden shock of my full index finger as it plunges into your anus. It moves upward without hindrance, pushing through your tight sphincter past it to be among the moist, shuddering walls of your rectum. Still my finger slides upward, gliding into your forbidden passage until it is stopped, by sheer lack of length, at the knuckle. Your weary body is rocked by yet another wave of orgasms and this time I can feel them. Your anus and the velvety-smooth muscles of your lower intestine shudder and contract and pulse and clasp to force the blood away from your intimate places, creating the most explosive sensations your body has ever felt. Your head is light your mind is beyond spinning, with every ounce of your mental strength concentrating on the sledgehammer pounding in your loins.

"Paaat - triiIICKKKK!!" you scream in a rough howl of delight and exhaustion.

Then, as suddenly as you screamed, your body gives out and you start to fall forward. Only the fact that I am kneeling in front of you allows me to brace you until I can remove my finger from your body and slip my hands and arms up to catch you. I let you fall back into my arms and lower you gently toward the towels and pillows, your breasts bouncing lightly as I release your naked form. I kneel over you, holding your hand and watching your breathing. It is still heavy, but has begun to ease up. After a few moments, your eyes start to flutter and your body begins to move.

"Take it easy, sweetheart," I say to you as I brush your cheek with my hand.

"Maybe the champagne wasn't such a good idea," you joke in a weak voice.

You take my hand and bring it to your lips, kissing the back of it and sending tingles of warmth up my arm. Then you take it in both hands and place it between your breasts. I can feel your heart pounding in your ribcage.

"Oh, Patrick. Oh God, that was, that was...so wonderful. So wonderful..."

You begin to drift off again, still weak. I lean forward and lower my mouth towards you face, placing a kiss tenderly on your cheek. You slowly turn your head and catch my own cheek with a peck and then smile. You reach up to my face and caress the thin beard covering my jaw and chin, your touch sending shivers down my back. The look in your eyes speaks volumes about your desire for that moment and our mouths move together for the first time. Oh, Alicia, where did you learn to kiss! The fire from your lips is nearly as hot as the inferno that smolders between your legs, searing my nerves with every movement of your soft, silky mouth.

Before long your tongue eases its way in and begins to search for mine. As they clash, you taste the sweetness of your own bodily nectar and realize what it is. The thought of your lubricant covering my face when you came only fans the fires of your passion and you wrench your mouth free of mine in order to explore my face and clean every last drop of honey from it. I can barely withstand the onslaught of your kisses. You push me up to my knees and face me on equal terms and I get another clear look at the incredible, succulent beauty of your full, ripe breasts. How I long to feel them against my bare skin!

As if reading my mind, Alicia, you reach out and unbind my towel. Before my fear can register an action, you remove the only remaining boundary between us. My embarrassment at knowing you are seeing my nakedness, observing my arousal in the form of a semi-erect penis and loose scrotum, causes me to flush red all over.

You only find my shyness more romantic and bring yourself closer to me. Just as the tips of your breasts touch my chest, I close my eyes and savor the moment: rough, rubbery nipples scrape my midriff, followed by the warmth of your bosoms flattening against me. Your arms lovingly encircle me, like silken snakes slithering over my back you embrace me. Your tender, moist lips touch my throat and your right hand clasps the back of my neck. My own arms find their way around you: one hand on your shoulder blade and the other draped over one of your buttocks. I gasp when your teeth sink into my earlobe. Then your tongue probes my ear. Then you bite your way across my cheek to my mouth and you begin kissing me with ferocious grunts and tug at my lips lightly with your teeth. My heart begins to race as I realize this is turning into a moment of animal lust. I respond in kind.

A sudden surge of passionate aggression swells up in me and I begin to push you down toward the towels, but you respond like a tiger and knock me backwards onto my ass. Before I can find a grip or balance, you pounce on me, pushing me all the way down on my back. Like a conquering predator, you swing your legs over and straddle me, leaning forward with your hands on my shoulders, pinning me down. There is a feral look of passion and lust in your eyes. Your breasts sway like bags of water near my face. I can feel the roughness of your pubic hair brushing the tip of my now-hardened penis. I wonder if you realize at all how close we are to joining at this very moment. It is all I can do to repress the urge to thrust upwards into your body and merge with you.

But after few moments, the look in your eyes fades from feral animal to passion-filled lover and you release my shoulders, settling back onto your haunches -- and onto my erection. You gasp as the tip penetrates your slickened labia. You seem caught in a dilemma as you move your hips back and forth, spreading the lubricant all over the tip of my manhood, yet not giving into your urge to simply plunge down over me. What are you waiting for?

As if summoning up all your energy, you force yourself to climb off of me and crawl towards the low-burning fire. Reaching into the can you left near the edge of the fire, you pull out some kind of plastic tube. Tossing back and forth between your hands as if it is still hot, you come back towards me. The look in your eyes is now one of playfulness.

"What are you doing, Alicia?" I ask, genuinely curious.

You smile in an evilly-humorous way. "It's my turn to have a little fun, dear -- sweet -- Patrick."

You kneel at my side and open the tube, pouring a small amount of the contents into your palm and rubbing your hands together. Almost immediately the air is filled with the pungent fragrance of cinnamon. Your hands descend towards my neck and clasp around it, kneading your fingers into my skin. The oil seems to burn its way into me in a very pleasant, almost sensually-intoxicating way. As you draw your hands down my chest, spreading the liquid over every bare spot I have, I feel a tingling sensation slowly following the path of your palms. The pleasure of the oil charges me with a heat I have never known before. You spread the last of the current dose of cinnamon oil across my belly and down to just above my pubic hair. Even this close to my center of passion it is almost unbearable, the sensual tingling and pleasure/pain of the spicy substance.

You squirt another dab of oil into your hand and begin again, this time on my legs. Down the side of my leg you go, then back up the middle, purposely avoiding my genitals with each pass, causing me greater frustration as the heat rises inside me. You do the same with my other leg. By the time you reach my groin, I am hard as a rock and twitching with intense desire, a dab of pre-cum glistening at the very tip of my member. In a fit of teasing you flick your tongue over the head of my penis and I gasp. You smile, pleased at the power you now wield over me.

Slipping between my legs, you prepare another handful of the liquid heat and lower it towards my sex. I can feel myself trembling in anticipation, but instead of surrounding my manhood with your delicate touch, you clasp your hand over my testicles. Swirling it gently around my sac, you spread the fiery cream into every pore and crevice of my scrotum. The skin, which had been firm before your touch me, is now leathery and tight, the spices of the oil soaking in and pleasantly irritating my sensitive flesh. Within moments I am drawing gasps of air as the burning seems to penetrate to my testicles.




Cinnamon



My legs start to writhe, wrapping around your shoulders and causing you to move forward. Your hand remains on me, tenderly massaging my center of life, and you begin kissing your way up my abdomen. The oil on my legs and stomach begins to rub onto you as your body moves over mine. Your swaying breasts brush against my penis, teasing it even further. My legs slide down your back and over your bottom, spreading more oil over your skin. I try to draw you upward, urging you to mount me, but you resist, moving your kisses back down towards my sex. This time you don't stop to tease me and the path of tender touches continues up the shaft of my member. Even the tiny amount of cinnamon oil on your lips is enough to inflame my erection, yet you have further plans for your chosen tool of passion. Briefly ceasing your ministrations to my body, you reach out and take the tube one more time, putting the mouth of it into your own and squeezing it firmly. You run your tongue around your lips and inside your mouth, the salve obviously burning inside. Then your hand grasps the base of my manhood and I suddenly have an inkling of what you're planning to do but, before I can even draw a breath or prepare in any way, your mouth plunges down over me and I am engulfed.

"Aaaliiiciaa!" I cry out, shuddering under the strain of the intense heat, both sensual and physical.

Every part of my genitals begins to swell with passion, preparing for an imminent climax. This is like nothing I have experienced. The heat from the oil is burning a hole in my soul, driving all my senses toward overload. My hips and buttocks begin to roll, pumping my penis back and forth inside your mouth: gently at first, but becoming rougher as the pace increases. You add to the tension and heat by stroking the loose skin of my member up and down in your firm grasp. I feel something churning inside me and I wonder how long I can hold out or even if I should try.

I am so intrigued by what you are doing to me that I prop myself up with my shuddering arms and look down between my legs to watch. My lower region is all red, inflamed by the spicy fluid, or is it my passion for you which has made it so sanguine? Your dark curls drape like a wind- blown curtain around the action, occasionally allowing me to see your mouth moving steadily up and down over my shaft, one hand continuing to tug on my cock and the other manipulating my testicles. Occasionally you lift your eyes to mine and smile. I can see you're enjoying the effect you have on me.

Oh, Alicia, what must it be like for you to taste me, to have my most sensitive part in your mouth? Do you really know the power you have over me at this moment? Do you know about the things you're making happen inside my body? About the millions of sperm that are being prepared for release? Or the fluids building up behind my prostate gland, ready to issue forth from my body into yours? Or does it matter? Does anything matter but the pleasure you are giving me and the pleasure you receive from that giving?

My arms give out and I fall back, lost in the ecstasy of your gift. My hips are now moving without any conscious control from me and the pressure behind my balls is so intense that I'm resigned to coming any second. I wonder what you will experience when I climax in your hot, teasing mouth?

"Oh! Oh God, Alicia!" I cry as I feel the throbbing begin.

Suddenly, just as I am about to ejaculate, you pull your hands and mouth completely away from my penis and testicles. The throbbing starts to die away, though a few small streams of semen spill down my shaft. The passion in my loins begins to ebb, almost painfully.

Panting, I manage to grunt, "Alicia...oh God, what did you do that for? I was so close." I'm really not upset, but the shock of the interruption was even more disorienting than the near-orgasm I just experienced.

Without answering you crawl over me on all fours, brushing your bosoms roughly against my hardness. As you mount me, I feel your knees spread apart and straddle my hips. Instinctively I close my legs as you rest your bottom on my thighs, the shaft of my member nestling against your burning forest. Once settled into place you sit up, resting back on your heels, pressing the underside of my penis between your parted labia and my swollen scrotum into your moist anus.

You rock back and forth on top of me, like a domineering angel. The smile on your face one of triumph and pleasure, but my attention is soon drawn to your beautifully-endowed breasts. They each shimmer with just a hint of the cinnamon oil and sweat from my body. My hunger for them grows and I raise myself up to feast on them, but just as I am ready to plunge my lips upon a piece of your succulent fruit, you growl and throw me back to the ground, pinning me with your hands. The look on your face and in your eyes has gone again from passionate and loving to animal and feral. I fight against your grip, but you push me back down again. My right hand falls to the ground against something warm and smooth. I grasp it, hoping it is something I can use to divert your attention, only to discover it is the tube of cinnamon oil that you have been using to arouse and control me. Then an idea hits me. Turnabout is fair play.

I begin to struggle against you, fervently trying to sit up, hoping to force you to concentrate on your arms and shoulders to keep me down. As we move together, the force of your hips lessens and I can feel your slick sex gliding up and down along the underside of my cock. With sudden speed I reach down between us and grasp the base of my penis and tilt the organ upwards. You try to force me back down with your hips and buttocks, but too late you realize that I've tricked you into plunging yourself right down on top of me, shoving my seven inch hardness right up inside your birth canal.

"Uhhhhhhhhnnn!" you cry out. The sudden penetration, coupled with the thick layer of cinnamon oil coating my member and its effect on the walls of your vagina, equals a feeling of excruciatingly painful pleasure erupting inside your loins and racing throughout your body.

But my revenge doesn't end there. Even as you arch your back in ecstasy, I grab the tube of lotion and squirt an ample amount into one hand and then rub them both together. As your mind reels from the incredible pleasures between your legs, it is confronted with the new sensation: that of my oily hands clasping your beautiful breasts. New sensations of spicy heat race through your body, rebounding off the waves from your loins and creating a cascade of pleasure that builds to a climax...a true climax of the most powerful kind. I can feel your vagina as it clasps my erection with silken ripples. Your hips and buttocks jerk, slamming your body down on top of me over and over again. The grunts coming from your throat seem so primitive and guttural, yet are sufficiently indicative of your passion that I don't need to look into your eyes to know you are experiencing intense pleasure.

My hands release your bust, having coated it thoroughly with spice, and slip around to your pounding ass. I grip the shuddering globes as best I can, but the slipperiness of my hands, combined with the shaking of your bottom, only serves to spread the lubricant everywhere. To my advantage, though, I manage to smear some of the oil into your anal cleft and I begin to work one of my fingers up into your body. The introduction of a new pleasure in a new place sends you over the edge once more. You cry out.

"Paaaaaaaa-trick!"

Inside your rectum I can feel the walls pulsating in time to the rhythm of your vagina. It throbs with an intensity that could scream if it were sentient. Your anus also beats in tempo with your orgasm. Every muscle in your body sings to the music of your passion.

The last waves of your climax produce the most startling result yet. As your hips and bottom begin to slow down, nearly worn out, you feel one more surge come over you. It is so strong that you are forced to raise yourself off of me, pulling my finger from inside you as well. Taken off guard, we both look down between our bodies. My penis is glistening, your silken hairs are matted. Suddenly a gush of clear fluid sprays out over my genitals. Then another, and another. Inside you feel something tugging in your loins, but it isn't the familiar twinge of vaginal orgasm. It is something different. Almost like peeing, but not quite, and it feels absolutely heavenly! Two or three more showers erupt from your urethra, completely soaking not only me, but you, your sex and the towels.

With a tremendous effort, you lower yourself onto my penis one more time, but you can no longer hold yourself up. Your arms buckle and you collapse on top of me: your body still shuddering, your knees gripping my hips like a vice and your sex continuing to pulse around me as if it is trying to milk me. Perhaps it is. Your bosoms press firmly into my chest and you lay your head on my collarbone. As I find myself starting to move inside you again, I can hear you breathing heavily and feel your heartbeat pounding through the flesh of your breasts. The you whisper in the most passionate way.

"Patrick...oh, Patrick...dear God, Patrick."

After holding back for so long, my own centers of pleasure go into overdrive and bring me nearer to my own climax. Having wiped some of the oil away, I am able to get a firm grip on your bottom now with both hands. Your words have pushed me over the edge. My cock swells inside your sex and you feel it grow, filling the length of your birth canal, from labia to cervix. Somewhere inside you find the energy to raise yourself on top of me one more time. You are so drained, but you do this for me, so I can see your face. So I can see the eyes that are beckoning me to come inside you. The thought of all that liquid issuing forth into your body is so compelling, the image so vivid in my mind. I want to, Alicia. I want to come within your body so badly I can feel it. Yes, yes! Now it's happening. Our bodies, joined in the most intimate way, are coming together, becoming one. I feel the floodgates opening, Alicia, and the swift torrent is nearly here!

"Oh God, Aliciaaaaa!" I scream. "Coming, COMING!!! Love - you, A-li-cia!!!"

All the parts of my body do their job. Sperm swim, glands pulse, fluids mix, organs throb -- like a biological symphony -- all because of you. Within the smooth tunnel of your vagina, the miracle of love happens. My passion and love flow through the tiny pipeline of my urethra and out into your body. All along the deep passage from the outside world to the mouth of your womb it spills. Despite the numbness from the cinnamon, you can feel the pounding of my climax and sense the heat from my semen as it spurts into you. Again and again I pulse, each time sending less and less of my seed into your womanhood. My passion slowly diminishes, passed on from my soul into yours.

Soon we are quaking, trembling in the afterglow of love and strained muscles. You lay atop me for a long time, running your fingers through my hair and occasionally kissing me meekly. Eventually, my diminishing erection slips out of you and lays still over my soaked testicles. You slide off of me and lay your head on my shoulder. I stroke your cheek tenderly, brush your hair out of your eyes and clasp my hand to the back of your head. Within minutes, as the moon begins to rise over the rocks, we fall asleep.

* * * * *

Some hours later, my eyes flicker open. A cool tidal breeze wafts over me, powdering my skin with tiny droplets of salt water. The moon is high above our secret place. Then I realize you're supple breasts are no longer pressed against my side, nor is your soft hair covering my shoulder. I sit up, shaking off the sleepiness and exhaustion of our earlier passion, and look around for you. The fire has died to embers, but the moon provides sufficient light for me to see that you are not in the cove. I stand.

"Alicia?" I call, softly. There is no answer. I call again, only louder. Still no answer.

I walk around to the entrance of the cove. In the moonlight I can see an incredible seascape, frozen like a moment out of time, the ghostly glow conjuring up images of images from a Stephen King novel. Momentarily I see something stirring in the nearby tidal pool. Gentle waves roll into it from an open in the rocks, but the water is otherwise fairly calm. Something dark is moving in the liquid. The moonglow gives the surface of the pool a sheen like mercury and the figure moving within disturbs it, causing fractures in the reflected glow. It moves closer, rising completely out of the water as it approaches the rocky edge of the pool. After stepping onto the shelf of stone, it stops, facing me.

"A very early good morning to you," you say. I let my breath out. "Did I scare you?"

"Let's just say I don't like to be left alone in mysterious coves along the seashore. I've seen more than my share of horror films."

You walk towards me. Your nude form glistens as streams of water trickle down your arms and out of your hair. Trails of moisture coat your breasts. Your nipples solidify in the cool ocean air. You walk into my arms and wrap yourself around me. Our mouths meet in a passionate kiss, our bodies press tightly together. The feeling of your dark forest brushing my organ stirs it. You feel the firmness growing against your body. Your nipples drag against my skin like erasers, making very aware of their presence and steering my thoughts towards tasting them. I want to take you all over again.

The kiss breaks. "I want you..." I whisper.

You suck on my earlobe. "I'm yours..." you respond.

In one testosterone and adrenaline-driven move, I sweep you off your feet and carry you back into the cove. Your breasts shake like jelly and one of them smacks wetly against my chest as I transport you back towards our lovemaking spot at the edge of the fire. Once there, I release your legs and gently let your feet drop to the ground. As you slide down my chest, you feel the head of my penis slip quickly up and scrape against your mound, causing you to shudder at the sudden pleasure. Once again you are in my arms, pressed firmly against me. You begin pelting my chest with angel kisses while I run my fingers through your wet and matted hair.

"Patrick..." you moan between the smooches, "you're so beautiful. You make me so hot for you." Your attentions move to my nipples as you nibble them and tug at them with your teeth. I gasp.

Dropping slowly to your knees, you kiss your way down into the patch of my pubic hair. Then you brush your cheek against the shaft of my manhood, nudging it upwards until it is braced in an upright position by your chin. I try to maintain calm as I feel your tongue flick out against it rapidly, but you allot me little time before you sweep up the length of it with the flat of your tongue and then plunge your mouth forward over the whole length of my member.

"Uhhhhhhoooooohhhhhh God!" I cry as you feel it swell inside you. Your hand comes up beneath me to clasp my testicles. The chill of your cold skin sends shivers throughout my loins and my hardness begins to throb in your mouth. But before you allow your desires to bring me off, you let me slip from your lips and bob about in front of you, shimmering with your saliva.

"Alicia..." I moan as I start to kneel down and gently push you backwards.

"Mmmmm. Not yet." you say, turning onto your knees and scrambling for the fire. "Let me fix the fire first."

The sight of your slim, round ass swaying on front of me as you crawl away is incredibly inviting. In the silver light I can see the curve and smoothness of each cheek, parted by an alluring split that runs flawlessly down the middle, towards your womanhood. Just at the base of the valley I can see a hint of the tiny, tight opening of your anus. Scarcely below that is the luscious pair of lips that form the entrance to your most intimate place: your womb. My memories drift back just a scant few hours to when you were riding atop me, my member buried deep inside you, buffeting the mouth of your uterus. The urge is too great and I crawl after you.

Just as you get the fire roaring again, you feel my hands clutch your bottom and drag you backwards roughly. You laugh, surprised and impressed by my roughness, but this time you do not fight or resist playfully like you did before. You want this. You want it badly and you let me pull you back against my erection. The tip brushes against your anus, then is deflected upwards between your buttocks. I rest it there for a moment, pressing it into you so you can feel my testicles against you mound. I move it back and forth a few times, teasing you and making you anticipate the moment of my entrance.

"Alicia. Oh, Alicia. I'm going to open you up. Open you wide with my hardness." I tease, to get you excited. It works.

"Oh, God, Patrick...I want you back inside me again. I want to feel you plunging it into me back there. Love me, Patrick. Please."

I pull back, letting the glans of my penis slip down into the valley and dragging it over your anus. You shudder and gasp at that and I catalog your reaction for later. Then it passes into the cleft of your labia, parting the silky wet lips of your sex. You start breathing faster and more heavily. I grasp your hips in my hands and start to pull you backwards. I look down and watch as your bottom moves steadily towards my thighs, my member vanishing slowly into your body.

"UuuuuuuUUUUUUHHHHH!" you grunt, swooping the pitch upward quickly as I fill you completely.

I can feel the roughness of your pubic hairs as they rub against my scrotum. Your cheeks are pressed firmly against my hips and I hold them there tightly, trying to bury myself as deeply inside you as I can. The whole length of my hardness is within you, stretching your vagina long and wide as the tip nestles against your cervix. I flex the muscles of my groin and you can feel the tip of me swell inside you.

"Patrick, Patrick. Move inside me. I want to feel you pumping into me." you call, hoarsely.

I begin gentle gyrating motions with my hips. My hands are now lightly grasping your bottom, helping only marginally with the thrusting. Your vagina is overflowing with lubricant, making our consummation easier. We progress this way for some time, building up sexual steam.

As I continue to move within you, I reach out near the edge of the fire, but out of your line of sight, and grasp the nearly-spent tube of cinnamon lotion. I have to pull my hands off your ass to get it and work with it, so to forestall any questions, I nudge you forward and you raise your bottom into the air a bit, changing the pressure within our joining and causing us both to gasp at the increased pleasure. I can feel your passage's walls fluctuating against me. I know your moment is soon.

You feel me driving passionately into your body. The length of my manhood pistons back and forth inside your birth canal. You're used to having sex underneath or on top of a man, but this position is a rare treat for you. The friction between you and your lover is different this way, the orgasms ecstatic in an entirely different way. Then I pull my hands from your bottom and you feel me push you forward. Your instinct is to raise up against me, which increases the pleasure even more. You can feel a distant pulsation within your sex building closer and closer.

Suddenly the nerves of your passionate areas are jolted with the powerful sensation of burning cinnamon oil being smeared into your anus by my index finger. Around and around it goes, painting circles around the outside, spiraling inwards to your sphincter. The searing pleasure you once felt inside your sex now begins to creep over the entrance to your forbidden passage. I continue to trowel the salve into your opening, pushing further and further in each time, working the digit into your bottom. Finally it enters your body and you shudder, feeling the waves of burning pleasure consume your bowels.




Cinnamon



My thrusting has stopped while I work on pleasuring your anus. I push my index finger all the way inside you, twisting and turning it to spread the sensual heat all around your rectum. You begin thrusting yourself back and forth over me, trying to continue the stimulation. it's wonderful watching you gyrate against me in desperation to make yourself climax. I can see the edges and the shadows of your breasts as they swing and bounce all around. Then I feel your fingers as you slip them down to pleasure your womanhood, rubbing them quickly over your clitoris and along the shaft of my penis as it extends from your depths. Then I start thrusting again. Synchronized, my penis and finger pump together in and out of your body. The pleasure overwhelms you and you are consumed with the fires of your own ecstasy. Your body is wracked with the exquisite raptures of orgasm after orgasm, your vaginal and anal muscles clutching and heaving as one, clasping my tools of pleasure in their vice-like grip. Your cries of passion echo around the cove. I hold myself back, waiting for your pleasure to subside, only hoping you have enough strength left to keep yourself up for the last few minutes of my plan.

Eventually your breathing softens and you relax, the endorphins of heightened sexual pleasure diminishing throughout your system. Slowly, very slowly, I withdraw first my finger, then my penis, from your body. Before you can collapse, though, you feel my mouth as it begins kissing your bottom. Carefully I place them all around the edges of your ass, then along each side of the valley down the middle. After that you can feel the moist softness of my tongue as it glides down the inside of your split, towards your sex. But you are caught off guard when you feel my tongue dive, not for your labia, but for the puckered aperture of your anus. Then sensation is unbelievable, nothing like you would have expected. As it swirls around your orifice, you feel yourself growing wetter and hotter inside, and the awareness of another orgasm building up dawns on you.

I enjoy the taste of the cinnamon combined with the sensation of the ridges of your anus against my tongue. I stroke it around the opening from the outside to the tight hole in the middle. Occasionally I try to push it into you, which elicits gasps and moans from you. Once in a while I succeed in penetrating your opening and I enjoy the vocal response you give to that even more.

But now it is time for the literal climax of our morning of love. Withdrawing my tongue from the pleasures of your bottom, I retake my position behind you and prepare to enter you once more. This time, I grasp my stiff member in my hand spread the remaining cinnamon oil onto its head. Then I guide the tip towards your parted buttocks. There is a moment of chill as you feel the coated glans of my penis touch your sphincter. I manipulate the base of my cock until the crown of my manhood begins to slip into you. It is tight, but I can feel the ring of your anus opening. I push a little harder, your breathing accelerates. I pull back a little and try again. Then your anal muscles give way and it plunges into you. Your grunt and cry reverberate all around us.

I keep myself all the way inside your rectum for a few moments to allow your body to adjust to it being there. Already the burning of the oil seeps into the pink, muscular walls of your lower intestine. A dull fiery pleasure grows inside you and tickles your erotic senses. Your hips begin their traditional motion and I feel the steel-like band of muscles in your anus clamping around me as it glides back and forth over my penis.

Soon I take over the thrusting. Pummeling my hips into your ass, smacking my balls against your overflowing sex, driving my hardness towards its explosion. I reach forward around your chest and grasp your breasts in my hands. Clutching them, I raise you upwards, off your hands. Your back arches and you cry out at the intensity of the pleasure as the angle of my penis inside you changes. You place your hands over mine and hold them firmly against your bosoms. You throw your head back as the delight bursts forth inside you. Once again you climax, feeling this time as though your body is going to shake apart at the seams. Your anus feels as though it will sever my member with its rapturous clenching. Dizziness nearly overcomes you. Light explodes in your mind. Passion and joy sweep through your soul as you cry out.

"PAAAA-TRICK! Love you, LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"

At those words, I release. All the pleasure, all the passion of being with you is concentrated into one incredible discharge. I'm not even sure when it starts. I am just suddenly overpowered by the scorching bliss of ejaculation. Throb after throb of my organ spews streams of semen along the walls of your bowels. A warmth spreads throughout your loins and mine as we come, straining ourselves to the last ounce of our endurance.

"Aliiicia, oh God. Yes, yes! Love you, God I love you!"

Then it is over.

Then we shudder, as our muscles give out.

Then you collapse beneath me and I onto you, my hips pressed into your bottom as the last of the blood leaves my organ. It slips from inside you and I slip to your side, draping my arm across your back, near your bottom. You turn slowly to face me and we kiss, tenderly and exhaustedly, and relax into each others arms. There we lay, asleep, until the darkness of early morning gives way to the glimmer of dawning fire on the distant, eastern horizon.

END



Cinnamon and Ash



Saretha let the darkness envelop her. As far as she knew, no-one had set foot in the cavern for many thousands of years until she found the place, following the lines of power that converged upon it, and discovered the ruins hidden below the forest.

Clumps of luminescent fungus pooled on the floor, their bluish light giving the cavern a strange underwater feel. They picked out the angular carvings that spelled out a language long-dead, the tongue of a civilisation that had fallen so completely in aeons past that pockets of ruins like this were all that remained. Statues worn smooth with age lined the tunnel that led to the ritual cave, so eroded they looked more like stalagmites than images of a long-lost people.

Saretha loved the place. It was hidden, and it was hers. Ever since her training at the Monastery of the Opening Eye she had never been alone, always wandering through lands full of ignorant people who needed defending or competing for attention with the other initiates. It was only when she was alone that she could deal with these forces in her own way. She didn't want anyone else observing – solitude was part of the magic, in more ways than one.

The tunnel opened up into a large cave, lit by pools of bioluminescence. In the centre was a circle of stones, menhirs cut from some dark purple stone that must have been quarried elsewhere and brought here by the slaves of that ancient civilisation. Something had once been worshipped here, powerful and revered enough for slaves to carve the ritual cave out from beneath the forest and set up the stones. But the cave was used for something else now. Saretha wondered at the weight of years that must be on her, and at the obscure rituals that must have taken place there. Did the ancients have magic of their own? Did they once summon something from beyond the mortal world into that circle of stones, to honour it, or plead with it? Did they make bargains with those powers? Did they fear them? If history was anything to go by, the truth was probably a combination of them all.

Saretha had chosen this place precisely because of the circle, and the power that flowed around it. Because in the circle, chained between two of the menhirs, was her quarry.

It snarled as it saw her. Saretha felt a thrill of fear, but chased it away. The demon couldn't hurt her. Not now. Not after she had spoken the words that had summoned it here.

'You. Bitch.' The demon's voice was so low and powerful it was like an earthquake. 'What is the meaning of this? Do you not know what I am?'

'Yes, I do,' said Saretha as she walked towards the stone circle, remembering all the lessons she had learned with the Opening Eye. 'You are Thorgulian. The Butcher. You have killed many thousands of my people.'

'Many thousands and one!' spat the demon. Saretha could see it clearly now. It stood with its arms splayed out, ensorcelled golden chains binding its wrists to the stones. It was huge, head and shoulders taller than a man, and its skin was a deep, burning crimson. Its face was long and cruel, its hair a shaggy purplish mane that couldn't hide the gnarled ram's horns that grew from its skull. The muscles of its chest were heavy and corded, straining against the bonds. Its cloven hooves stamped on the stone floor and it lurched forward - but gold, like any monk knew, was magic, and the demon could not break the chains.

'Ha! Just another one of your hunters,' continued the demon. 'Did the League of Illumination send you? The Dawnlight Brotherhood? Or are you here on your own, a little girl looking for revenge?'

'No,' said Saretha. She was inside the circle now, close enough to see the sweat glistening redly on the demon's skin. Its face might have been that of a handsome man, the chin slightly too pointed, the eyes set too deep, and too black, the teeth flashing like a predator's, all transposed into demonic red. 'The Opening Eye sent me forth.'

'The monks?' Thorgulian laughed. 'Scholars and poets. They know everything until the time comes to face us.'

'Not me,' said Saretha. 'Things have changed since you were last summoned forth, Thorgulian.' She was standing right in front of the demon now. It smelled of cinnamon and ash, of the hot winds that blew across the wastes of the Taint, the endless realm of demons. 'You see, the Monastery of the Opening Eye teaches its monks of many paths that can help us conquer your kind. Some of us seek out knowledge. Some learn to fight.' Saretha stood on tip-toe so she could whisper into the demon's ear. 'But me... they taught me what real magic is.'

Saretha laid her hand on the demon's chest. Its skin was hot, like the fires that burned in the lowest reaches of the Taint, and she could feel its bestial heart thudding. She let her hand slid down, over its pectorals and onto its belly, down further until she felt the thatch of hair covering its groin.

Her hand reached the flesh that hung between the demon's legs. It was big, bigger than a man, burning hot. She felt Thorgulian flinch as she took him in her hand. Physical combat, or torture, or some contest of wills – it had been prepared for all those things. But not this.

It growled, deeply like a cornered animal.

'Do you really believe, said Saretha softly, 'that you can ever defeat us? Every evil you commit, a hundred more of us swear ourselves to the cause.'

She was kneading him now, her fingers moving up and down the velvety skin. She could feel the demon's blood pulsing beneath her palm.

'And for every one of us you defeat,' replied Thorgulian through clenched teeth, 'a thousand more are born into the Taint. And more and more of your people bring us forth, call us into your world to do the work of demons.'

The demon was stiffening in Saretha's hand. Her touch was practiced. She knew exactly how to knead the pad of her thumb into his flesh, how to touch her fingers over the ponderous head. With every beat of the demon's bestial heart, he grew.

'You hold no fear for us,' said the demon, defiant. 'Nothing you do can change your fate. We will sweep into your world and conquer you all. You hold no power over us. None.'

'If that is true, Thorgulian the Butcher,' said Saretha softly, 'then why are you so hard?'

The demon's cock was firm in her hand. It was almost burning now. She worked the foreskin over the crown, watching the demon shudder as it tried to control the lust. But it as lust that drove every demon – lust for conquest, lust for destruction. It was their strength, and to Saretha, it was their weakness.

The demon lurched again, suddenly, and the golden chains around its wrists strained. But the magic held them. Saretha knew that the demon would literally tear her apart if it could. The thought made her heart beat faster. She glanced up into its eyes and she could see the hate there – hate, just waiting to turn into bestial rage.

She undid the clasp of her cloak. It slid down over her shoulders and she dropped it on the ground at her feet. Underneath the black cloak she wore the simple white monk's habit of the Opening Eye. Her hair fell free of the cloak's hood – it was dark and straight, so long it hung almost down to her waist.

Saretha kneeled down on the cloak, her hand still working on the demon's cock. She could hear the growl from inside it as it tried to force down the passion, to deny everything it was.

Saretha knew what real magic was. Sex was magic. That was why people did such extraordinary things to get it, why it was at the centre of so much joy and horror alike. It was the same reason that gold was magic – people would kill for it. 

Saretha shook her hair back over her shoulders and leaned forward to take the demon in her mouth. Her lips glided over the crown, and it was almost too hot to take. She slid both hands up and down its shaft now, bobbing her head back and forth so her lips began to coax the very tip of its cock. The demon's spicy smell was stronger now – it was the hot, ashy smell of a burning city. He tasted of something exotic, spices and fire.

Thorgulian groaned, and twitched in her hands. She reached one hand down between his legs and felt the velvety sack that hung there, squeezing it gently until she felt the demon shudder.

She pulled him deeper into her mouth, her tongue sliding round the head of his cock. She tasted the oily drops that oozed from his tip, all but boiling. The demon was unable to mask his short breaths now – his head was tipped back and his lips were parted. Just a little more, thought Saretha. A little more and he would lose control.

Her hands were moving faster now. She drew all the length that she could into her mouth, faster and faster, her tongue pressed hard against the sensitive cowl of flesh. She heard the golden chains jingling as the demon strained against them. If he broke free now, he wouldn't kill her straight away – he would pin her down and ravish her, break her with the force of his lust before she died. She saw herself splayed on the floor, the demon's weight on top of her, pounding away inside her until he had taken her and destroyed her hold on him.

She pulled her head back and let him slide out of her mouth. His cock glistened with her saliva and his sweat. Every time her hand slid the length of his shaft, a drop seeped from the eye at the tip of his crown. He was nearly ready. Saretha looked up at him – his anger fought with his lust so strongly that his every muscle was straining with the conflict. 

He was ready. He was fairly buzzing with the opposed passions, ready to explode. She let go of his cock and stood up again. The demon was breathing in short, broken gasps, his eyes closed.

'Down,' she said. In response the golden chains slid down the standing stones, forcing the demon down. He fought them, but their magic was strong. His hooves scraped on the floor but inch by inch he was forced down onto his knees. His knees were spread and his cock stood straight and hard as an arrow. He roared in anger and defiance, every muscle standing out. 

'Good,' said Saretha. She had to stay calm and in control but in truth, she was shuddering inside, too. It was the power that excited her. Power over something like Thorgulian. Thousands had worshipped the demon as a god, sacrificed their own to appease him, died by his rage and arrogance. But to Saretha, he kneeled.

Saretha undid the belt of her monk's habit. She shrugged it off and let it fall over her cloak. She was naked underneath. The demon's eyes opened and it looked up at her.

Saretha wondered what it must see. Was she a monster to him, like he was to her? If he saw her by human standards, she knew she wasn't unattractive. She was pale and slender, with a haughty, slightly superior face that could humble men with glance as much as it made them want her. She wished her breasts were larger, and her hips wider. But perhaps the demon saw her as she saw it – a monster, something from another world, bestial and hateful.

'You... you vermin... you nothing...' the demon said. Its eyes settled on the crisp dark curls between Saretha's legs, and she knew it was afraid.

It despised her. It hated her completely. It was afraid of her. And yet, its cock still stood hard and proud. Now that was real power.

Saretha stepped forwards so she stood right over the demon, straddling it. She placed a hand on its shoulder and lowered herself down. The demon realised what was happening and lashed from side to side, trying one last time to shatter the chains that held it. Its fists clenched with effort, those same hands that would hold her down as it ravished her and then break her apart if it got free.

Saretha slowly, enticingly, lowered herself onto Thorgulian's cock. She gasped as it touched her, its heat almost too much for her most sensitive place. She felt the crown parting her lips, penetrating. It was larger than any man's and she gasped as her thighs touched the demon's, his full length hot inside her.

She put her hands on Thorgulian's shoulder and pulled herself close to him, his face against her breasts, and she began to push herself up and down. Thorgulian's cock filled her completely, the crown stroking against the tiny sensitive spot deep inside her. Thorgulian growled like a wounded dog and she leaned back just in time to avoid his teeth as he took a bite at her in desperate anger.

Saretha sped up, looking into the demon's eyes as she felt the heat and the pleasure spreading from her loins. She was suddenly glad she wasn't buxom and big-hipped – how it must anger him to have this slip of a girl writhing on top of him, this slender little thing he would normally tear limb from limb or devour alive. She allowed herself a smile as she found her spot again and rubbed it harder, her rump slapping against Thorgulian's thighs.

The muscles showed in Thorgulian's neck as he strained. Saretha wasn't the only one who had found her spot. The demon was trying to hold back the sensations that were building inside him. The gods alone knew how many mortal women had been offered to Thorgulian, how many had submitted to him as sacrifices - he had always taken what he wanted. Now, he was the one being used, and he was trying to deny her. But as a creature built of lust – lust for domination, lust for destruction and fear – he couldn't hold back.

Saretha leaned back further and reached down between her legs. She was wet and Thorgulian's skin was almost burning hot where her finger brushed against his shaft. Her finger found the nub nestled between the fold of wet flesh. She pushed as it and rubbed it, riding Thorgulian faster. She was starting to lose herself now, her world reduced to the hot waves of pleasure pulsing from her loins, the working of her fingers and the pumping of the demon's cock inside her reaching a perfect harmony. 

This was where the greatest danger always waited. The point where she lost control and the world faded away around her. She forgot about the past and the future, the Opening Eye, her mission, even the monstrous deeds of the demon beneath her. There was just the need to sate that hunger that had caught light between her legs, answer the aching call of her body. Her finger jabbed rapidly at herself so hard it would have hurt her any other time, and she bounced harder and faster on the hot, hard length of demon's flesh, all but a slave to the two points of pleasure.

She felt the heat rising inside her, a tide that reached deeper and deeper into her core. Somewhere far away she felt Thorgulian tensing as well, a dull roar the sound from his throat as he tried in vain to force it back. Saretha's breath was coming in gasps now, each breath cut short as she lost control, her body locked in a rhythm she couldn't have stopped if she had wanted do. She felt herself falling, letting herself tip mover into the place where she had no control, where she gave herself up completely and let her body take her over.

When Thorgulian came, it was magnificent. He roared like some ancient monster in rage and hatred, and the hot flood of his seed burst up inside Saretha like a fountain. She sensation pushed her over the edge and she came, too, gasping, heat and pleasure washing through her. Thorgulian howled like a wolf and she felt him spurting again as her pounding coaxed more from him. She leaned forward and rode the last few rapid strokes, unable to control herself now.

It seemed like she was coming for a long time, her hips pushing her up and down on Thorgulian's cock, her body demanding more and more. The hot flood washed through every part of her, again and again. She was moaning, but she couldn't hear herself. All she could hear was her body's hunger as it was sated.

She slowed down, slapping her buttocks down onto Thorgulian's thighs a few final times. Her throat was raw and her heart was thudding in her chest so hard she could hear it. She was sheened with sweat, her long hair sticking to her. For a few moments she leaned against the demon, catching deep breaths and letting the cavern swim into view around her. She held the demon as close as a lover, his warm skin against hers. She was still tingling as she pushed herself up and let Thorgulian's cock slip out of the hot wetness between her thighs.

Thorgulian was shuddering beneath her. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily, too. He smell was wonderful, like dying embers, a blaze that had burned itself out.

The demon was still held down on his knees. Saretha stood over him, a little unsteady on her feet. Runnels of warmth ran down the insides of her thighs. She pulled back the hair that stuck to her face and stood over the demon, looking down at it.

'Thorgulian,' she said, still a little short of breath. 'The powers that bind you to the will of the Taint are broken. The ties that bind you to me have been made fast.'

With a tiny metallic sound the links of the golden chains broken apart. Thorgulian slumped to the ground on all floors, looking like a whipped animal, exhausted.

'You will renounce your allegiance to the Taint and its demons,' continued Saretha, her voice becoming stronger. 'You will serve the mortal world. You will serve the Opening Eye. You will serve me.'

'Yes,' said Thorgulian.

'Yes what?'

Thorgulian looked up at her. The hate was gone from his eyes. For the first time in his existence, he knew he was beaten.

'Yes... mistress.'



Cinnamon Pussy



This is a story about my first lesbian experience. My name is Anita. I am a 20 year old Indian girl and I live in London, England. Looking at me, I'm 5'5, with cinnamon brown skin, a slim body, long black hair and 34b breasts. I am at a university in London, and live my own apartment in the halls of residence. My flat isn't that big at all, in fact its more like a dormitory - one single bed, a desk and an en-suite bathroom.

After a night out with my friend Amanda, we came back to my flat. Amanda is very pretty, she's got tanned white skin, 5'4 in height, long blonde hair, a toned and slender figure with 36c breasts, which are round and perfect in shape. That night both of us had pulled a few guys, and got phone numbers, it was fun just the two of us. The bar that we went to was close to my flat, so I let Amanda stay with me. She is a good friend of mine, I've known her since we were 15, and have always got on really well. We've seen each other in underwear many times, we go shopping together and we've been underwear shopping too. But we've never had any kind of lesbian contact, and this, unknown to both of us, was going to change tonight.

On the way back to my flat, it had started raining, and without an umbrella, we both got soaked. When we entered my flat, the first thing Amanda did was take off her top, revealing her huge boobs nestled in a skimpy pink bra. I could see her pink nipples through the material, and they appeared to be quite stiff, but I put that down to the cold from the rainwater. She took off her little skirt too, further revealing a pair of skimpy pink knickers. I thought her underwear set was quite cute and sexy, and I had helped her choose it. I did the same, leaving my skirt and top on the floor. I was wearing a white g-string and matching bra, which was quite revealing but not as much as Amanda's.

"God it feels better to get out of those wet clothes." Amanda said, "They were clinging to my skin, and it was feeling so uncomfortable!"

"I know what u mean, it was feeling the same on me. I had to get out of them." I replied. "Do you want a towel to dry yourself off a bit?"

"Nah I'm not that wet underneath my clothes"

"Alright then"

We sat on my bed next to each other and leaned against the wall. It was about 1am, but we weren't tired at all, so we stayed up talking. Amanda and I talked about sex quite often, and were not afraid to share intimate details with each other. I think we felt comfortable telling each other stuff. We talked about guys, their bodies (including their dicks!) for a couple of hours. She described the way her now ex-boyfriend made love to her, which I thought was quite erotic.

Amanda stood up to stretch a bit. I noticed her nipples still stiff under her bra, and wondered why, until I looked at her crotch. There was a small wet-patch on her pink knickers, and the moisture had made the material a bit darker.

"Anita do you masturbate?" she blurted out.

"What!", I instantly replied

"Well do you?"

"Umm sometimes.... Ok quite often!"

"Me too. Its fun isn't it?"

"Oh yeah definitely. Some guys just don't know what to do, and I gotta take care of things for myself."

"I know exactly what you mean, some guys are so hopeless in bed!" Amanda exclaimed.

She saw me looking at her crotch, and looked down at herself.

"I guess I'm a bit turned on", she said blushing.

"I can see", I said.

There was a bit of a pause, and she sat down at the other end of the bed so she was facing me, and crossed her legs. I could still see the wet patch. I turned to face her. I didn't do it on purpose, but I realised I gave her a good view of my breasts, and my chocolate nipples were now poking through my bra. I felt my pussy get a bit hot and wet too, and I didn't know why. I guess it was from all the sex talk.

"How often do u masturbate?" I asked her.

"Umm, not all the time, maybe a few times a week."

"Do u feel like doin' it now?"

"What Anita! Right now, this very moment?"

"Yeh...", my voice trailed off.

"Yeh I could use an orgasm right now, it would feel so good."

"So do I", and with that I lifted my right leg on the bed near the wall. My foot brushed her knee as I put it down on the bed.

She seemed a bit shocked at my reply, and she asked me

"Do you wanna masturbate together?"

"Yeh... lets. It'll be fun!"

"Mmmm. I'm gonna take of my bra, is that OK with you Anita?"

"Umm ok go ahead, I suppose it would be ok"

Amanda reached around her back, and unhooked her bra. It fell into her lap and her breasts spilled out, nipples all stiff. She threw the bra on the floor.

"Amanda your nipples are well nice! They look like little pink rosebuds"

"Thank you honey!" she said with a smile, "This is gonna be so much fun!"

Amanda began playing with her breasts, caressing them, and pinching her rock hard nipples. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. I just watched her for the time being. I knew she was getting very horny. I took mine off too, letting my cinnamon breasts fall out. I made a little 'ugh' as my breasts became exposed to the air. She opened her eyes and looked at me, legs spread with my breasts out.

"You're quite turned on too aren't you? Your breasts look great, that light brown skin with those chocolate-coloured nipples, and they're stiff too!"

"Mmmmm" I replied as I stared pinching my nipples

The area on my white panties which covers my pussy had become transparent from my building-up moisture, and her eyes fixed on it.

"I can see your pussy Anita. Your panties are transparent! Damn you must be really wet down there!"

"Oh yes I am... my pussy gets really wet when I'm horny, I think there's something wrong with it"

"Oh no, that's not a problem," she said reassuringly, "Its good to be really wet, makes it really lubricated and smooth"

"Ok cool!" I said.

"Wow check out your brown pussy lips, its lovely. I've never seen an Indian pussy before.", she said to me as she slipped one hand in her knickers.

"I guess is just the same as yours, just a different colour"

"Mmmm I guess so"

I could see perfectly what she was doing. She was running her finger up and down her pussy slit. I put my fingers on my pussy on top of my panties, and stoked my slit too. I pressed the material in my slit, and the roughness was extra stimulating. We both moaned as we fingered out slits.

"Let me see yours Amanda, I wanna see it"

Without any reply, she put her legs together, and slid her panties off her legs and kicked them off with her toes. She spread her legs, to reveal a cleanly shaven pink pussy. It was already wet, and her slit glistened in the light. Her pink pussy lips had become engorged with blood, making them appear a darker shade of pink. She continued fingering herself while I watched her some more. I saw some of her pussy-juice trickle out of her vagina and down to her little brown anus. I pushed my panties to one side, and run my finger down my slit, parting my pussy slightly.

"Mmmm its pretty babe, looks like a pink flower!"

"So is yours, I don't know how to describe it but your brown pussy lips look just... yummy!"

I put one finger inside, then two, and began finger fucking myself. The room filled with our sexual aroma, and we could both smell it. Amanda parted her pussy lips, and I saw her take some of her pussy juice from her vaginal hole, and spread it on her clit, which had become a dark pink. She moaned and groaned as she teased her clit. 

"Ooh this is great! I think having a bit of an audience watching me turns me on more" Amanda said.

She then pushed two fingers inside her hole, and thumbed her clit. I mimicked her movements and it felt amazing. This is how I usually masturbate.

Her breathing became much heavier, and I knew she was coming to orgasm. Hearing her cumming made me want to cum as well, and I fingered myself faster. She kept her eyes on my pussy and I stared at hers while we both came at the same time. Our bodies writhed as we both brought ourselves to a scintillating climax, and her leg rubbed against mine. Her skin was really smooth, she had freshly waxed her legs. God this felt amazing, I felt as though I was taking part in her orgasm too, and I'm sure she felt the same. After she came, she lay there, and gently stroked her pussy lips, which were quite red.

"Ooohh that was amazing" she gasped

"Mmmmmm yeah" I said

We lay there for what seemed like a few minutes, and let our heavy breathing subside.

Finally, Amanda broke the silence with

"Anita can I see your pussy?"

"Sure" I replied, without any hesitation. I brought my legs together, and slid my white g-string off my cinnamon brown legs and feet. I felt it stick to my pussy from the wetness as I peeled it off my crotch. I parted my legs.

"I can't see it that well, part your legs a bit more"

I spread my legs, showing her my full glory. My pussy isn't shaved clean, I keep a thin trimmed line of my black pubic hair.

"Wow its lovely"

"Do you really think so?"

"Oh yess, it looks different to mine, but it looks really nice. I love the way your brown lips open up to reveal your pink core." She opened her pussy to me, showing her pink and very moist core to me.

"Yeh, I'm the same as you inside, just a bit different in appearance on the outside."

She leaned forward, "Can I touch it?"

"Umm I dunno, it might make me feel a bit weird" I said

"I just wanna see what it feels like"

"Mmm ok then", I let her.

She placed her index finger and middle finger on each of my labia, and gently stroked them as she felt my brown pussy. She continued to stroke them, and I felt myself getting wetter again. She gazed at my pussy. I felt her eyes fixed on my pussy, and it made me feel warm down there.

"Mmm Anita your still soaking wet down here"

"I know"

She softly gasped as she parted my cinnamon labia, "Wow", she seemed fascinated at my pussy, and she wanted to know more. She slowly ran a finger down my hot and wet slit.

"Amanda that feels really nice what you're doing"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No don't stop", and she didn't.

We lay there for a moment, Amanda gently stroking my pussy. I was getting wetter and wetter.

"Can I masturbate you Anita? I'd love to give you an orgasm... but if you don't want me to touch you I won't, and it would be cool with me."

She was already pleasuring me so well and I didn't want her to stop.

"I want you to Amanda" 

She didn't hesitate for a second. It was as though this was her desire, to please this dripping wet brown pussy, and she was loving it. So was I. She parted my pussy lips further, and with her other hand, she slid one finger into my vagina.

"Mmmmmmm" I moaned as she entered me, "Ooooh yeah that's good!"

It was already wet from her own pussy with her own juices. Our pussy juices mixed as she slowly slid it all the way inside. Her white finger disappeared in my brown pussy, and re-appeared as she pulled it out. She continued pumping me softly with her finger, and then she pulled it out

"I'm gonna touch your clit now ok honey?"

I couldn't answer because I was enjoying it too much. I bucked my hips upwards a little, giving her even better access to my crotch, and I played with my breasts, caressing them and pinching the nipples. She used the juice from my vagina to moisten my clit, and her finger rotated around my little brown pleasure knob. It felt even better than when I do it to myself. My clit fully emerged from its hood, and she carried on pleasing it.

"Oh Anita, I love your pussy! Its so soft, and its tighter than mine" she exclaimed, "Ooooh this lovely brown cinnamon gorgeous pussy..."

Her words were orgasmic. I writhed with the pleasure, and stretched my legs out, placing them on her thighs. She slipped a second finger inside, and curled her fingers up and rubbed the inner wall of my vagina with her fingertips.

"Oohhhh Amanda that's my G-Spot! Mmmmmmmm yeah keep doing that... it feels soooooo goood"

She happily obliged, and placed her thumb on my clit again and pressed it. This felt heavenly - my G-Spot and my clit being pleasured at the same time, I felt my orgasm slowly building up. My body writhed and bucked, as I continued playing with my breasts.

"Anita your pussy feels so lovely on my hands"

"Amanda your hands feel more lovely on my pussy"

I was cumming all over her hands. I moaned and groaned as she finger fucked me so expertly, my body writhing and bucking on the bed.

"OOOoooohhh Amanda! I'm cumming! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm Ohhhhh....", and my voice trailed off.

She didn't say anything, she just concentrated on this cinnamon pleasure box in her hands. I felt my vaginal walls close in around her fingers in an absolutely intense orgasm, but Amanda didn't stop. In all this pleasure I didn't even ask her why she was carrying on, all I could do was moan more. About 30 seconds after the first orgasm, I felt another one, just as intense as the first. Was I having multiple orgasms? I'd heard so much about them, but didn't know if I'd ever had them. But whatever I thought, I knew this white angel of my friend was giving it to me, and so well at that.

She pulled her hands away, and let my pussy recover. I was still moaning and finally stopped writhing on the bed as my heavy breathing continued. She took her fingers to her nose, sniffed my scent and them licked all of my pussy juice off them. I was a bit shocked at this but didn't care.

"Mmmm tastes the same too", Amanda said. She then planted a soft kiss on my sore pussy.



Cinnamon Rolled



Working during the last few days before a long holiday weekend can be a lonely task as almost everyone else uses vacation days to get as long a time off as possible. While it may be lonely at work, it is quiet and if you have work to do, you normally can get more done than at any other time of the year. Of course, if you don't have any work to do at the moment, then it is a good time to catch up on your reading or, if you don't snore too loudly, your sleep.

Most of the people who are working these lonely days will drag in late since their bosses are off, so the very few who do come in early, the building is practically empty. Since I like to beat the traffic in most days, I continue coming in early on these light days, traffic is that much easier and I can always slip out early. So when I walked into the lunchroom on that Thursday morning, checked in the plastic recycled bottles for contest bottle caps and then wandered over to the vending machine, I didn't realize I wasn't alone.

Looking over the selections in the vending machine I noticed a cinnamon roll dangling at the end of the machinery inside the glass. Apparently someone had purchased the roll and then it got caught in the mechanics of the vending machine. "Hmm," I thought, "Looks like it's buy one get one free," figuring all I have to do purchase another cinnamon roll and the one I buy will knock the dangler loose and I'd get both rolls.

I reached into my pocket, fished around for change and pulled out four quarters. I was about to feed the quarters into the machine when I heard a voice from behind me, "That cinnamon roll is mine."

The voice startled me and I nearly dropped my change. Looking in the far back corner of the lunchroom I noticed a short, wide lady sitting at one of the tables. Squinting, I looked harder and replied, "Lilian?"

"Yes, I've been waiting patiently for someone to come along and help me get that cinnamon roll."

"Well, I'll just buy one for myself and hopefully both will fall down," I said, stepping over to the vending machine. I was about to slip in my four quarters when I read the flashing red letters, "Exact Change Only." "It says, exact change..."

"...only, yes I know," she interrupted. "I could have just bought another if that was the case."

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see if anyone else has some smaller change," I said.

"But I've been waiting for what seems like hours. Look if you can get that for me, I'd do anything for you," she then looked me in the face, stepped up close enough to where her huge breasts rubbed against my chest. Turning a bit from side to side, she repeated, "I'd do anything."

I'm not really sure what I was thinking at the time, but I quickly turned and bumped against the machine. Nothing happened. Then I reached to the back corner, pulled it toward me, tilting the machine slightly on its front legs and then released it. The machine crashed down with a loud bang and the cinnamon roll dangled, swinging back and forth. I quickly pushed on the front top of the machine, this time tilting it backwards and then letting it fall forward.

That last maneuver did the trick and the cinnamon roll fell down to the bottom of the vending machine. I reached inside and pulled it out, but as I turned to hand it to Lillian, she was on the ground. "Lillian, are you okay?"

She nodded, pulling off her panties and spreading her legs wide.

I have to admit, though somewhat overweight, she was attractive, and I'm certainly not in very good shape myself and it had been a long time since I've had such an offer. Hell, I was turned on and I quickly pulled off my pants and underwear. Kneeling down between her knees I leaned forward and let her take hold of my cock.

She guided it to her pussy but as I leaned forward and tried to push myself inside her, my cock seemed to get stuck. Pushing again I ran into what felt like a blockage along the top of her pussy. Pushing gently a few more times I figured that perhaps this just wasn't meant to be.

"Something seems to be blocking me," I said, backing away from her a bit.

"You just need to push harder, it's nothing."

Leaning forward again, I pushed slowly and was blocked. "See..."

"Push harder, faster."

"Are you a virgin Lillian?" I asked.

"Of course I am, what the hell do you think you are running into?"

"I don't know. I've never..."

Before I could finish, she grabbed me, rolled me onto my back, shoved the cinnamon roll into my mouth and then straddled me. Lowering herself down onto me, I could see her wince a bit and then I felt my cock slide easily into her wet pussy. She moved quickly up and down over me and before I realized what was happening, I felt a wave of pleasure run from my balls up to my cock and I came, spurting my cum deep into her pussy.

Unable to talk, I bit down on the cinnamon roll, letting the rest of it fall onto the floor while I chewed and swallowed. By the time I was ready to talk again, she had climbed off me. I looked down and saw just a bit of blood on my cock, which she quickly cleaned up with a paper towel. "You were a virgin."

She nodded and then said, "And now I'm not."

In the distance we heard the elevator ding. "Damn someone else is up on this floor now."

I grabbed my underwear and pants and quickly pulled them on while Lillian pulled on her panties and then got up off the floor. Making a face she picked up what was left of the cinnamon roll and tossed it into the trash. We both had just finished straightening ourselves out when John, our boss walked into the lunchroom.

"John, you don't happen to have change for a quarter do you?"

He reached into his pocket and handed me three nickels and a dime. He then grabbed a coffee cup, filled it with coffee and wandered back out of the lunchroom without saying a word.

"Damn, not too friendly," I said.

"He's like that until he finishes that first cup of coffee."

"Well, anyway, let's get that cinnamon roll," I replied, pushing three quarters and a single dime into the machine. I noted the numbers under the cinnamon roll and pressed one then a three and then a four and watched as the mechanism began working pushing the cinnamon roll to the end of the bar it hung from.

We both waited as it slid closer and closer to the end and then held our breath as it dangled for a moment, swinging back and forth and then, it slowed down. We watched as it stopped swinging and remained caught on the last one-sixteenth of an inch. I immediately reached into my pocket, but now that I had the small change to purchase the roll, I was out of quarters.

"I'm all out of change too," Lillian replied.

We both moved to the table at the back of the lunchroom and waited. I didn't dare try banging the vending machine around while the boss was in. Looking over to Lillian I asked, "Once the boss leaves, want to try again."

She smiled and nodded, "Yes, I think I would."



Cinnamon Schnapps



Vince Polito raised his son to be a giving person, and as Vince Jr. grew from a boy to a man, he proved to be most generous to his father. 

...

Your mother won't like this.

"What the fuck?" Vince Polito said as he looked at his son's bed with a combination of pride and shock at the mess that Vince Jr. was displaying with a wicked grin. "These sheets looked like you gutted a freaking deer on them."

"Lily was a bleeder, wasn't she?" Junior snickered. "At least she wasn't lying about being a virgin."

"Your mother won't like this," the boy's father told him. "Looks like a crime scene."

"The only crime was that she had to get home by 10," Junior gloated. "Otherwise, she would have gotten it again. You'll love the film. I want to see it after you two are through with it."

"What's this?" Vince's father asked, going over to the night table and picking up the bottle of liquor.

"Cinnamon schnapps," Junior chuckled. "Used it to get her in the mood. Here, check this out."

Vince took the little cloth tag and brought it up for inspection, and although it was faded from numerous washings, Vince the elder was finally able to make out what it read.

"34A?" Vince said, handing back the tag to his son, who put it in the drawer of his night stand along with the other dozen or so that he had collected since he had started having sex.

It had become sort of a trophy - like mounting deer heads on a wall - this ripping off of the bra size tags from his various girlfriends, and while the father thought it was childish in a way, it seemed harmless enough. The fact that his son could name the girl associated each tag was amusing as well.

"Padded too," Junior said. "Her tits are really small, as you'll see."

Vince took the camera off of the dresser, where it had filmed the action that had taken place on that bed earlier, and after nodding to his son he said good night and headed for his bedroom, locking the door behind himself.

"Movie time honey," Vince told his wife, who was reading a magazine as she lay propped up on the bed, and she cast a dour look at her husband while peeking over the rim of her glasses at him.

"You two," Barbara said as she shook her head with dismay.

"I know," Vince said with a wave of his hand while putting the tape in the player and turning on the TV. "We're both disgusting and perverted."

"You are," Barb said. "That poor girl. She didn't look more than 15."

"She was 18," Vince protested. "The boy is no dummy. He got your good looks and my brain."

"And your sex drive," his wife said.

"All of this posturing, and you'll be watching right along with me," Vince said as he climbed into bed with his wife.

"We'll see," Barb Polito said. "Maybe I'll surprise you."

...

Movie time.

Vince Polito smiled as the movie started, having glanced over to see that his wife was looking over the top of the magazine as the screen came to life. Soon the magazine would be set aside, if the past was any indication.

"Let the thing play," Barb said, showing annoyance at her husband's habit of scanning forward to get to the good parts.

"It's over an hour and a half long, and I have to go to work in the morning," Vince declared.

"Well, the seduction is the most erotic part," Barb complained.

"Okay, here," Vince said, slowing the tape back to normal as his boy started to play with the girl's breasts outside the blouse. "That's it boy. Work them little titties."

"They don't seem all that little to me," his wife suggested.

"Padded bra," her husband said knowingly.

"Vince, if you're going to make me watch, please don't ruin the movie for me," Barb said sternly, her eyes intently staring at her son in action.

"He did a good job of getting them both in the right position this time," Vince said, complimenting his son on getting Lily to sit next to him on the bed perfectly so the camera could catch as much as it could.

"Oh-oh," Barb muttered as she watched her son pull the girl's blouse off. "Poor girl needs to put on a little weight, doesn't she Vince?"

"You can fatten her up with your cooking," Vince told her, observing the bony shoulders and collarbone of the girl who was necking with their son while having her bra unhooked.

"They never stick around long enough," his wife complained. "What's he trying to do? Screw every girl in the school?"

"Of course," Vince boasted. "Must be something he learned from me. Come on Junior! I can't believe it's taking you that long to undo those bra hooks."

"There it goes," Barb noted as Lily's harness came free and was pulled off my her son. "Oh my, Vince. You're right. Her breasts are small."

"Anything more than a handful is a waste," Vince the elder declared as he watched his son start squeezing Lily's breasts, which were about the size of lemons. "Of course, you are the exception to that rule, my love."

Vince leaned over and squeezed Barb's breasts though her nightie, kneading the large globe and feeling her nipple respond like always.

"He's going in for the kill now," Barb observed as she watched the action unfold on the screen. "Poor thing. She looks petrified."

Vince Junior was taking Lily's panties down, quickly rolling the pink undies down the girl's skinny legs, and as he eased the frightened girl onto her back he began quickly stripping off his own clothes, and within a minute he was naked.

"Look at Lily's pussy - hell - her whole crotch!" Vince declared. "That girl has one hairy muff on her."

"My word! That girl's bush grows all the way to the insides of her thighs! And she must not have been expecting this. Look under her arms. She hasn't shaved her armpits in quite a while."

"Good idea to be ready at all times when you get near a Polito with a boner, but I think the pit hair is kind of cool. Like a throwback to the sixties or something," Vince said, watching his son's erection bobbing in front of him as he climbed up onto the bed. 

"Maybe I should let my armpit hair grow too," Barb suggested, running her fingers through her moist, smooth underarm as the movie played on.

"Up to you, babe," Vince said. "As long as you keep those thighs spread for me I don't care what you do."

"Look at her eyes," Barb gasped. "She looks like she's going to cry. Either that or jump out the window, but look at the way she's staring at Junior's cock!"

"She looked like she was going to chicken out there for a while, but now she's his. Once my boy gets that tongue going, they all give in," Vince said with confidence.

"He is one hell of a pussy eater," Barb agreed. "Maybe you should take some tips from him."

"Here it comes," Vince said, ignoring his wife's ribbing while on the TV his son was lubricating both his erection and Lily's pussy. "Hard to believe there are still 18 year old virgins around. What I wouldn't give to be Junior right then and there. Damn!"

"At dinner Lily said that her parents are very strict and religious, and Junior is only the second boy she ever dated," Barb said. "I think poor Lily's is going to have enough trouble taking care of Junior's six inches. You? Hell, you might just have split her in two with that thing of yours!"

"And now she's a woman," Vince said, watching the view from the side as Lily's mouth opened wide upon Junior pushing his cock through her previously intact hymen. "That's it son. Give her a minute to recover and then get that dick working."

"He does seem to be good," Barb said. "He always gets them to cum at least once." 

"You know what we ought to do?" Vince continued. "Get another camera. Sound too. Love to hear the action too."

"Hear it? I could hear Lily cry out downstairs when Junior popped her cherry," Barb noted. "Oh my. Look at those sheets. How am I going to clean them?"

"Relax. I'll replace them. It's worth it to see this. Look at her now. She's going half out of her mind," Vince proudly crowed. "That's it."

Junior pulled himself out of Lily's pussy for a moment, letting his stiff prong spring up and down wildly so that camera could get a good view of what he had just done, before plunging back into Lily.

Vince and Barb watched silently as their son thrust into Lily with both a speed and savageness that was mind boggling, and to Lily's credit, she was not wilting under the onslaught but instead was scratching and clawing at Junior while her legs wrapped around his hips.

"Harder!" Vince hissed, not even feeling the iron grip that his wife had on his thigh as they watched their son humping his girlfriend like an animal.

Lily was cumming, and then Junior was as well. After it was over, their son got up from the bed and walked across the room, letting the camera get a good look at the spent girl on the mattress and the mess that they had made before posing in front of the camera so that it could capture a close look at his now-flaccid cock coated with Lily's fluids.

"Good boy," Vince said as his son helped Lily get to her feet, the cocktail produced by their lovemaking now oozing out of her ravaged pussy and hanging on the profuse growth of hair that covered her crotch, and after the two got out of the camera range and headed to the bathroom to clean up, the proud parents clicked off the TV.

"Enough movies," Barb said, her hands moving over her husband's body.

"Got you horny, didn't it?"

"What do you think?"

"Want me to get Junior in here and warm you up with that talented tongue of his?" Vince suggested.

"That's sick Vince. Let him rest, poor boy" Barb said. "Besides, you've got something that Junior doesn't have. Something I want."

"I think I know what that is," Vince said, kneeling on the bed and yanking off his boxers. 

Barb licked her lips as her husband's huge cock swung lazily in front of him, almost fully erect as a result of the movie watching. She leaned over and grabbed the massive organ in her fists and began sucking on the bulbous head of the cock, while her husband sighed with approval.

"Just imagine what little Lily is going to think when she gets a look at mine," Vince said. running his hands through his wife's blonde hair.

"Oh Vince!" Barb gasped as she pulled her mouth off of the cock. "Don't tell me that you're actually going to..."

"Of course. Why not?"

"It's just that she's so - I dunno," Barb mused. "She's not very attractive, at least not like most of the others Junior brings home. I just figured that you wouldn't be interested."

"Not interested? Me?" Vince asked incredulously, clearly amused by his wife's unintentional sense of humor. "I'm salivating at the thought of letting her experience an older man, and when I do, you'll want to watch? Right?"

Barb shrugged before nodding.

"I suspect that you might even want some of that yourself too," Vince suggested, the thought of watching his wife and Lily together making his cock surge as his wife went back to sucking on his member.

"How did you know?" Barb said after taking her husband's massive tool out of her mouth for a brief respite, but still kept her fist pumping the thick shaft. "She reminds me of this girl I seduced back when I was Junior's age. She had run away from home and I let her stay in a loft back in our barn, and every night I'd go up there and mess around with her."

"Aren't you the compassionate one?" Vince chortled as he moved Barb's mouth back on his cock. "Thinking about you with Lily really turns me on. Gonna cum soon."

Barb's mouth went up and down the puffed ridge of the head of Vince's cock while her hand spun up and down the pulsating shaft, and she could sense his approaching orgasm surge through the veins of his hot member a second before he sent ropes of cum into her waiting mouth and throat.

They snuggled up in the bed, both of them dreaming their own sweet fantasies as they drifted off to sleep. 

...

thanks for reading



Cinnamon Twisted



After months of chatting about deep-rooted, kinky BDSM fantasies, I finally decided that I had to meet him in person. I recently discovered my submissive tendencies and met him online through an adult alternative lifestyle website. A year ago, I would have never guessed that I had these primal lusty urges hidden within. After all, I was a bored housewife whose husband had been ignoring her for years now. Because of this, I felt myself needing more, but more of what I initially did not know.

For some reason, chatting with him brought my wanton desires to the surface. I could tell him anything and he would listen wanting to hear more and more about my fantasies. He had a dominant personality, but never really defined himself as such. It was as if we automatically slipped into D/s roles without notice. In our online relationship, He was the Dominant and I was his submissive. In fact, he even renamed me "Cinnamon" to separate my regular life from my D/s experiences with him, my "Sir". "Cinnamon" was an appropriate name given my red hair and sweet personality. I was sweet on the outside with a deep hidden kink underneath that he wanted to uncover. 

When talking with him I was no longer a bored housewife, but his slutty submissive willing to do anything to please him. Many times, he spoke about being sexually in control of a woman even bordering on sadistic at times. He desired to uncover the true slut within by stripping all inhibitions to the point where only animal lust remained. I so wanted to experience that and only hoped that he would be willing to help.

As the months passed and our conversations became more graphic and erotic, he emailed me pictures of sadistic scenes that turned him on. Admittedly, some scenes surprised me, as I had no idea how painfully extreme the alternative lifestyle could be. Yes, the pictures surprised me, but they never scared me away from him. In fact, some things that I saw made me immediately wet especially when conversing with him in greater detail about the given scene. I even went so far as picturing myself in the scenes as he did whatever he wanted to me. I do not know what he changed in me, but he flipped a switch revealing the dark slutty submissive within. This part of me was coming out more and more each day and I no longer wanted to hide it. Instead, I wanted to learn about it and experience all of the sensations that I only dreamed about or chatted about with him.

We shared many late night phone calls where he told me what to do and I obeyed without question. Usually during our phone scenes, he ordered me to whip my ass with a belt as hard as I possibly could while he listened to my painful screams. It was a rule that if he did not hear the belt slap against my ass, then it did not count and I would have to repeat the process. These self-induced whippings brought red welts to my fleshy ass instantly as I painfully writhed on my bed naked while he listened intently. As I had never experienced pain as such, I nervously did as he asked knowing that it would turn him on to no end. My need to please had pushed aside any pain I felt in order to please him. Fortunately, he always rewarded my painful ministrations by allowing me to eventually orgasm. Between his authoritative tone commanding me to touch my body while calling me nasty names, I always played with myself imagining it was him touching me which in turn forced me to cum very hard, something that I was definitely not used to doing. Many times, I was left dizzy lounging in a puddle of my own juices after ending our phone conversations. It was after one such scene that I realized I had to meet him in person. I just did not know when, as I was nervous, anxious and excited all at once. After much sexy flirting and erotic teasing, he emailed me one day, wondering if I would be available later in the evening. Usually, we emailed each other throughout the week to see when we would be able to chat online. But, something about this particular email piqued my interest. Immediately, I emailed him back curious as to what he had in mind. Did he want to finally meet? We had talked about meeting in past conversations, but nothing ever came of it except perhaps for us turning each other on badly. Throughout this particular day, we emailed back and forth and he finally asked about meeting later for a drink. Unfortunately, I was not able to do that as I was stuck at home without a car. I told him my predicament and he understood. 

It was at that time that I threw caution to the wind and invited him over. Dumb move? Who knows? I had chatted with him for many months now, but still knew that many people would say that I should have not invited him to my house. I knew public meetings were the best but my lusty desire beat out logic on this decision. I was setting myself up for potential harm and did not care. I knew how careless this was and yet invited him over anyway needing to see him in person, to feel him touching me, driving me to the edge where my inner slut was hidden. She needed to be released and I needed him to do it NOW.

After chatting a bit more, he repeatedly asked me if I really wanted him to come over. He understood the risk that I was taking and said that I did not have to invite him over if I felt uncomfortable in any way. But, that was just it. I was nervous, but not afraid of him. So, I gave him directions to my house and swallowed all fear, as I knew that there was no turning back. Before ending our online conversation, I told him I was nervous because I actually had no idea what to wear. 

With that he replied, "You know what to wear. I will be leaving in 5 minutes. See you soon." Then, he signed off. 

It finally dawned on me as to what to wear. During our email exchanges, he had asked me to take "adult" pictures of myself in various positions wearing as little as I felt comfortable with. Surprisingly enough, I took some very creative pictures of myself for him. I took pictures wearing various teddies exposing my large tits, naked pussy and luscious ass to him in all sorts of sexual positions. I also included rope, toys and even clothespins in some of these pictures, which he liked very much. He particularly enjoyed the pictures of me bending over exposing my naked ass and pussy to the camera. That picture made me nervous and excited, knowing that his cock got rock- hard looking at that part of my body. In fact, taking the pictures for him got me so turned on that I ended up with pictures of my swollen aching pussy actually cumming. To be honest, I enjoyed the experience so much that I had forgotten I had a picture of my own juices oozing out of my hot cunt. Embarrassingly enough, he pointed it out to me and admitted that he wished he were there in person when that had happened. When reviewing the pictures, he did make note of a particular satin button down nightshirt I wore that he found extremely sexy, especially when it was unbuttoned. That was what I needed to wear for him.

Immediately, I ran upstairs to find the ivory satin nightshirt not knowing where I had put it. The nightshirt had been worn only once before and that was when I took the naughty pictures for him. Now, I was going to wear it again just for him. That idea brought a nervous smile to my face. I undressed quickly and put the nightshirt on. I shuddered as the cool fabric hit my hot skin as I was already getting excited in anticipation for his arrival. He told me that it would take him approximately 50 minutes to get to my house. So, with that running through my head, I began pacing throughout the house looking out every window I passed. Here it was 10pm and I was waiting for a complete stranger to come to my house. Was I nuts? What would he do? 

Then, I giggled to myself and thought, "Whatever he wants", as I noticed my juices start to flow.

After much anticipation, I noticed a man walk up to my house. Eagerly, I ran and opened the front door even before he knocked. He looked me up and down with a smile as I invited him in. I could not believe the man standing in front of me. He was incredibly attractive with dark hair; a sexy, lean build and piercing eyes that made me want to melt into him. I was stunned that the man I had been disclosing all of my secret submissive fantasies to was finally standing in front of me. He was "for real" and with me NOW. With that thought, I invited him to sit down and offered him a drink, which he gladly accepted.

We started chatting casually about his trip to my house. Then the topic changed into how amazingly nervous I was to finally meet him. I explained to him that I was an overly nervous person and meeting him just made me even more so. To alleviate my nerves, we chatted some more about different things we had talked about in the past. He made me more and more comfortable as I began realizing that we knew a lot about each other even though we had not ever met in person. So, technically, our meeting in person was just a formality, as we already knew each other's dirty fantasies. Feeling more at ease, I began to relax a bit which he happily noticed.

Without warning, he reached over to me and unbuttoned the first few buttons on my nightshirt revealing my ample breasts. He smiled as I took a deep breath acting as if nothing had happened. Trying to ignore my obvious exposure, I continued chatting about whatever it was that we were talking about. By that time, I had forgotten the topic completely and aimlessly rambled on. He then took my drink from my hand and pulled me off the couch to kneel directly in front of him.

As I knelt in front of him, his hands caressed my breasts softly at first. Then, he began rolling my large erect nipples between his fingers slowly as small throaty moans escaped my lips. Once he noticed my breathing getting heavier, he pinched my tits pulling my nipples upward making me wince in pain. Immediately, he lightened his grip for only a few seconds and repeated the process making me throw my head back in agony and delight at the same time. I was lost in the sensations of my body....electricity was flowing through me making my pussy wet and my clit throb wanting more of his ministrations. 

His strong hands moved slowly from my sensitive breasts and tangled in my hair. Instantly, he yanked my head down and pushed my face into his crotch. I could smell his musky scent through his jeans and just wanted more than anything to feel his hard cock in my mouth. But, all he did was tease me by rubbing my face back and forth on his jean-clad hard-on. The more he forced my face into his crotch, the more I moaned as my wetness began dripping down my inner thighs. 

Finally, letting me up for air, he turned me around so my back was to him as he fondled my large breasts from behind. He tweaked my nipples lightly as he slid my nightshirt completely off my body. Instantly, he pushed me forward to all fours pulling my hips back towards him all the while still sitting on the couch. Hooking his thumbs into my soaked panties, he hurriedly pulled them over my curvy hips before I had even noticed they were gone. 

"Spread your legs apart farther," he whispered taking a deep breath inhaling my obvious sexual scent. Immediately, I complied as I was spiraling rapidly into my wanton desire to please him anyway possible.

Without warning, he easily slipped his fingers into my already wet pussy and began finger fucking me hard and quick. It was as if I could not get enough because I began pushing myself back into him trying to swallow as much of his fingers as possible. I was a hungry slut who wanted more in her cunt and was desperately trying to get it. 

"You are such a whore...such a slut...showing your ass and juicy pussy off to me only to get fucked," he said as he continued thrusting his fingers within me. 

"Oh yes Sir," I groaned animalistically throwing my head side to side as I felt his fingers deep within me. 

The harder he pushed his fingers inside me the harder my cunt muscles contracted around them. This finger fucking felt threw me into a place that I had never been before...full of pure wanton lust and wanting more...I was completely insatiable. As I was pushing back into him, I could feel my pussy getting tighter and wetter only to find out later that he had four fingers in me and was trying to work in as many fingers as possible. Just hearing that when all was said and done made me incredibly hot.

Finally, the front of my body fell to the floor as he kept working his fingers in and out of my cunt rapidly. He pushed me over the edge and every ounce of fluid in my body was dripping from my sore pussy; sore, in a deliciously, wonderful way. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from my contracting cunt and pulled me back up to him. As he stroked my back, shoulders, head and breasts with one hand, he offered his other hand to me and I tasted myself on his fingers. I tasted like pure honey and only wanted to lick every drop of my cum off of him. As I savored my juice, he turned me around and whispered that we should move ourselves to a more suitable location. We were face to face and I could feel the heat emanating from his body as he said these words to me knowing that he needed release. He was so close that I could feel his hot breath on my body as he ran his fingers through my messy hair. All I could do was comply. I stood up, naked, without saying a word as he followed me to my bedroom.

Upon entering the dark room, he asked me to turn on a light. Once the light was on, he pulled a piece of rope from his pocket while pushing me face first down onto my bed. I had never been tied up, so I did not know what was in store. He grabbed both my arms and pulled them behind me as he tightly tied the rope around my wrists. As I laid there at his disposal, my arousal started increasing until I heard him remove his belt. Immediately, I became nervous never experiencing any type of whipping before. Suddenly, his belt crashed against one buttock forcing me to yelp in pain and in surprise. He repeatedly whipped me with his belt rotating from one side of my ass to the other with my cries getting louder with each stroke. As tears began welling up in my eyes, he moved the belt striking me on my thighs as well as my back. It got to the point where I did not know where his belt would hit next. I was torn between the pain I was feeling and the excitement of knowing that he was being turned on by my reaction. As the pain increased, I began growling in anticipation for the next strike wanting to accept it for him not only because he administered it but also because I was past the point of no return and only wanted to please him. 

Finally, I heard him put his belt back on as he untied my hands. 

"Did not want your hands to be bound tightly for too long. Especially since you have never been tied up before," he said to me softly with a smile. 

Just then, he put his hands on my shoulders pushing me to kneel down in front of him as he dominantly stood above me. Once again, his strong hands slowly played with my hair as he forced my face into his crotch. I leisurely rubbed my face back and forth against his throbbing member just wanting to free it to touch and taste. I moaned loudly as I inhaled his musky scent. 

As soon as he heard that, he released my hair, unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out of his boxer-briefs. Immediately, he thrust it into my mouth as his hands moved to the back of my head pushing me forward into his groin. As his cock hit the back of my throat, I buried my face in his pubic hair inhaling as much of his musky scent as possible while my nectar flowed down the inside of my legs. Then, I started to gag, as I had never experienced face fucking before. I slowly tried to relax my throat to allow all of him inside. Gradually, he withdrew his cock from my throat only to force it back in making me gasp for air before gagging again. He repeated this a few times eventually picking his pace up as I sucked his cock with everything I had. I tasted his precum as it oozed out of the tip of his dick. I savored every drop that landed in my hungry mouth. I could tell that he was getting more excited with every bob of my head. Then, he pushed me away. 

"What do you want?" I quietly said looking up at him not wanting to disappoint.

"Just keep doing that," he replied as my hands moved up and down his pulsing shaft. 

While his eyes rolled in pleasure, I stroked quicker and harder only wanting him to cum. His breathing picked up just as I lifted my head to look at him. Then, he intensely squirted various streams of his steamy seed all over my face and tits. In fact, I was even squirted in the eye. Two hours of horniness built up badly within him and all he could do was happily ejaculate all over my naked body. I have never seen a guy cum with that much intensity before...it was totally amazing and incredibly sexy.

He fell back on the bed after spewing his jism all over and looked up at me smiling. Chuckling in amazement and admiration, he asked if I had a towel to clean myself up. I giggled, got up from the floor, walked into the bathroom and grabbed two towels. I wiped my face while walking back to him and handed him a towel. He asked if he could wash his hands to which I answered of course and followed him into the bathroom. While he washed his hands, I finished wiping all of his hot seed from my face, tits and hair. Once we were both cleaned up, we sauntered back into the bedroom. As I picked up my nightshirt, he took it from me and helped me put it back on. 

While buttoning it up, he caressed my entire body. His hot hands made me move closer to him just aching for him to touch me everywhere. I whispered to him that I could just fall asleep under his touch as he hugged me gently. Finally, our embrace ended as he made mention of the late time and said he best be going. As I walked him down the stairs, I was already wondering if and when our next meeting would take place. I was hungry to have him inside me...inside my pussy and my mouth again. Reaching the front door, he turned, kissed me softly and was gone into the dark night.