5 comments/ 60755 views/ 0 favorites So Young! By: twoworlds Of course she knew he was too young. But she couldn't resist. They had only just met, but she couldn't keep her eyes off him. Eighteen, enthusiastic and so full of himself. That's what you get at that age. He seemed too good to be true and completely out of reach. Then again, a bit of flirting wouldn't hurt, would it? He didn't know what to think. Of course he liked to get attention, but this woman gave him a very different kind of attention. He'd never been flirted with. Still, he was pretty sure that was exactly what she was doing. How old was she anyway? Thirty, maybe a bit older. Truth was she was actually 38, but most people couldn't tell. In the following days they got to know each other a little. They had to work together quite a lot, which helped her with what she now called 'her cause'. He could tell she started to dress a bit sexier. She really was showing off her legs and showing him more cleavage on purpose. And he couldn't help but look. Only days after they had met she had flirted with him so much he actually dared to touch her. They were only little and subtle touches of course. There were other people around after all. No harm in leaning in just that little closer or a brush of his hand past her arm. At some point, when he was in the way, she actually put both hands on his hips and moved him. That excited them both, but neither knew it of the other. One day they both ended up near a restroom to which she had the key. It was hardly ever used and the door could be locked from inside. At the moment he was about to pass her she allowed herself not to think. All the teasing had turned her on and she didn't want to think this through. By the time she had unlocked the door he was very close by. She just pulled him inside. He was very surprised by her action, but that gave her time to start kissing him. Meanwhile she locked the door behind them. He doubted, didn't know what to do, but he knew what he wanted. His hands went to her behind and he pulled her close. She clearly liked it, so he started hitching up her skirt and pushed her against the wall. At first she just let him fumble around, touching and feeling wherever he could, but after a few minutes she pulled him in closer and kissed him deeper. She just wanted to see how far she could push him. She was very pleased to feel him push right back, his passion unleashing in ernest now. He moved away from her just a little, but enough to grab hold of her top, pull her straps down and start kissing her neck. Oh, she did enjoy that! He noticed, so he started nibbling away. His heart was pounding like crazy. How far would this go? Oh, what the hell, he thought, as he grabbed hold of her top once more and pulled it down. He made sure he pulled her bra along. She gasped but leaned into him as much as she could. He moved down and started kissing her breasts. And then he found her nipples. He started sucking on the one and then the other until he realized that she really liked them to be licked as well. So he pushed her breasts together and started twisting his tongue around the nipples, preferably both at the same time. That alone almost sent her into orgasm, but she managed to hold back. When she got her head around the situation, she started pulling up his shirt. He looked up when he felt what she was doing and stopped. Her heart sank. Was it over already? But no, he started kissing her again, but wouldn't let her take of his shirt. Suddenly he grabbed hold of her, turned her around and pushed her close to the wash basin. She could see herself in the mirror, him behind her, her breasts exposed. Of course, he could see that too. His eyes were big with excitement. Then he reached for her breasts yet again and started rubbing his thumbs over the nipples. She leaned back into him and moaned while he nibbled and bit her in the neck. If only she could keep her mind on the goal! She pulled herself together and started pushing back, moving her behind over his crotch. He was quite hard already, which pleased her. What pleased her even more was that she could feel him push her back as well! She had to push him over that edge, any last reserves he might have had to go. Then she knew: she took hold of one of his hands and slowly started licking each finger in turn. Meanwhile she looked at him via the mirror. He stopped and looked at her and what she was doing. When his fingers were dripping wet she placed them on one of her nipples and moved them around. It turned her on enormously, but it surely had an effect on him. He gasped and started moving his wet fingertips over her breast, paying extra attention to the nipple. Meanwhile he moved his other hand to her mouth. "Suck them," he whispered into her ear. And she did. Since she didn't need her hands for this she carefully moved her hands behind her, reaching for his dick. She found it quick enough and she undid his zip. His pants fell down (18 year old boys always seem to wear things that are way too big for them...) and she put her hands in his underwear. He gasped again, but did not stop her or what he was doing to her nipples. She was still sucking his fingers and he was still massaging her breasts, maken them wet with her own saliva. Then, he couldn't hold back any more. He let go of her breasts, hitched up her skirt even more, yanked down her underwear and then his own. She bent over, because she knew what was coming. To be sure she guided him, so he wouldn't miss in his haste. She never had to worry... He grabbed her by the hips and started thrusting quite fast and hard, she just let him. This is what she wanted: fast sex, passion. The mirror was so low that even with her bent down they could both see her breasts hanging down. She could see he was looking at them from time to time, also looking her in the eyes sometimes. She started sucking her own fingers and played with her nipples. That turned them both on. He fucked her even harder and faster. And then he came...hard. Because of all the playing and fumbling she didn't last much longer either. He felt like she squeezed the last drops out of him when she came and he loved every second of it. Finally, minutes later they had both caught their breath again. He found the whole situation quite strange when he realized what had just happened. She could tell he wanted to run, so she stopped him with another kiss. "Don't worry," she said, "I won't tell if you won't." He shook his head. "Well," she said, "we might do it again someday then?" He nodded and turned a little red. They kissed again and she let him leave. After she cleaned herself up and rearranged her clothes she went back to work. There he was, silently working. Would they do this again? And if so, when and where? She had to smile just thinking about that... So You're Gonna Fuckin Die So, You're Gonna Fuckin Die: A Self-Help Manual Andrew J. Kolesar, N.A.M.D. Copyright © - 12-17-2001 After hearing that my ex-wife was dying of cancer (which was a lie of course) I was encouraged to write a self-help manual. * * * * * Do you smell that putrid stench of something rotting? Does it seem like you're the only one who can smell it? Does it follow you wherever you go? If you answered "yes" to these questions then that might mean that the Ol' Grim Reaper is gonna be knocking on your door soon. So, you're gonna fuckin die. What can you do? Honestly there's not much you can do. Except kiss your ass good-bye. But I'd recommend kissing your loved ones first - no one likes ass breath, not even if it's from a departing loved one. Hi, I'm Andrew J. Kolesar N.A.M.D. (Not A Medical Doctor) and I'm here to help you with your up coming, and eventual death. In this text we'll explore many different and unorthodox ways of dealing with this little problem you have. Like most people on this planet you are probably sitting there freaking the fuck out. Why? You're just dying. Happens to the best of us. So take a deep breath (if you are able to) and relax, it's not gonna be all that bad. Unless you're a really evil bastard and believe in Hell, then I guess you're right. You're probably fucked. All the other self-help booklets and the other shit that's out there won't prepare you for a damn thing. If you have bought any of these poorly written works, chuck'em. They're trying to make money off you and your situation or are written from a happy happy joy joy point of view. Let's face it, you're gonna fuckin die. This isn't a happy thing, it sucks! So in this text we're going to keep it real, and honest. First off you knew this day would come, so quit yer fuckin bitchin. It's annoying, and depressing and no one likes a whiner. It isn't gonna do you or anyone else any good for you to keep dwelling on it. Live your last few moments, and when the time comes you'll keel over. Don't worry about your family, when the time comes feel free to croak. They'll understand. If they don't, hey! Not your fuckin problem anymore, you'll be dead. So relax, and enjoy the rest of the ride. If you're a good person, who cares about their family after you're gone then you might want to make arrangements for your funeral and burial services. As we all know the cost for this shit is ridiculously high. Once again another faction who's making out like a bandit over your situation. But unless you build your own funeral pyre in your backyard, there's not much you can do about it. However, you can cut some costs. What the fuck do you need a stainless steel, or oak casket for? You're soon gonna be worm shit. You wouldn't know the difference between an oak luxury model, or a cardboard box. So be realistic and get a cheap one. Why would you care about an airtight casket anyway? Do you really want or think someone's gonna dig your sorry carcass up to check up on you? For your sake, and the rest of the population's sake, I hope not. Even if you're thinking about being turned into a human torch you're still gonna need a casket. Just be realistic over the purchase of it, and remember, it isn't a damn home. Cemetery plots vary in price as well. The nicer plots are of course more than the plots next to the sewer grates and highways. We all have this image in mind of a nice perfect hill where the sun is shining brightly down on it. Our family is gathered around a beautiful tombstone weeping so sweetly. There are flowers of every kind, and our plot is spotlessly clean. Wake up! If they haven't forgot about your corpse in six months you'll be damn lucky. And the only flowers on your grave are the ones you're helping to push up. So forget about the perfect plot its too much money for a corpse to rent. Once again, let's be realistic. The only time you're gonna see the strip of land where your worm invested body will be is while you're alive. Get the cheapest damn thing there is. Because in a few months no one is even gonna remember you're there. Or if cremation is the way you want to go then that's ok to. Once again, get the cheapest damn casket. They're only gonna torch it with ya. Doesn't really make sense to buy the most expensive one now does it? Don't buy the most expensive urn either. For God's sake, someone might end up thinking it's a really nice tea container and use your ashes to brew some very nasty tea. But lets hope this doesn't happen. Instead I suggest getting the cheapest thing to hold your ashes, a ziplock bag will do. You sure as hell won't know the difference. And instead of displaying your remains like some morbid trophy, have your family properly dispose of it. Bottom of a trashcan will do. Or if for some sick reason they want a cooked relative in the house have them dig a hole in the backyard and dump what's left of you in it. But remember, it is illegal, so be discrete. Please, do not have them dump your ashes in a public place; not only is it a contamination but it's just plain gross. If you feel you need your ashes to be free of it's earthly confinement then pick a nice flower bed at home, you'll be good fertilizer for the plants. There are many ways to dispose of your ashes, just use common sense. After you've made the preparations for your soon to be corpse, you need to make a Will. This is entirely up to you. Divide what you have up amongst your loved ones and put it down. However, you can add some style to it. Have them compete in a tournament. Give out prizes to the winners. There's nothing that says you can't do it, and it'll give a chance for someone to get something you had that they really wanted. However you do it is up to you. Remember that relative that constantly asks for something of yours? The old line of, "When you die, can I have it?" Well guess what? You're gonna die, you're writing out your will, oops, to bad, can't have it. It annoyed the hell outta you in life, and now that you've gone tits up why the hell should you give it to them? You shouldn't. In fact will it to the relative they like the least. After all, there's nothing like a good family brawl during a funeral. Now the above was written for the person who loves and cares for their family. If you couldn't give a fuck about them then stick them with the bill. Not only will it really piss them off but it's the last mean thing you'll ever get to do to them. As far as your Will goes, leave everything you have to a cult or some other strange organization. They'll hate you for it but you'll be dead so who cares? And there's nothing like having the last laugh now is there? In your case, make sure you spend as much money as possible on your funeral. Give money away to charities at a sickening rate, and sell off your worldly possessions giving the money to anyone other than those leeches you call kin. To much trouble? Then rent a small apartment, and torch the place you used to call home. Just make it look accidental. Collect the insurance money and blow it on any gambling game there is. Enjoy yourself, it's your money. If you're actually still alive after all this, now is the time to live. Depending on how much time you have left or your current health condition depends greatly on what you can do. Take a vacation, do something you've always wanted to. The key is to take your mind off the fact that you're gonna be a rotting corpse in a short amount of time. So have fun! Taking some heavy meds? The kind that are strong enough to knock an elephant off it's feet? Well stop taking them. You are about to die, what the hell are they doing for you anyway? Prolonging what will eventually happen? Give'em up! Throw out the ones you don't like, and keep the ones you do. Even though you'll die quicker, you'll feel better before you kick the bucket. Now get out there and live! Don't worry about the danger level of your activity, since you're gonna be crossing over to the other side soon that shouldn't be a fear factor to you. Sure, no one wants to die a grisly death. Jumping out of a plane, parachute not working, splattering on the Earth. Not really a pretty picture is it? But neither is watching your decaying ass lie in bed slowly rotting away. At least if you have a fatal accident it'll be quick and hopefully painless. Might be filled with a few minutes of absolute terror, but you can't have everything. So get out there, do something you've always wanted to do. The deadlier it is, the funnier it is. You say you want to do something highly illegal? Go for it! What's the worse that can happen? The death penalty? You'll have the last laugh; you'll be dead before it even goes to trial. Just remember to have fun. Well you say fun and risky business isn't your style? There are still plenty of things for the "soon to be a corpse" people to do. I mean look at all those senior citizens. They smell that putrid stench but you don't see them crying about it. Whatever it is you decide to do, just make sure it is something enjoyable to you. Killing the dog next door that always barks at 3am? Is that ok to do? Sure it is! Why the hell not. Make your last remaining days as pleasant as you can. Do whatever your heart's desire. Before you die, don't forget to settle old scores. You wouldn't want one of your relatives to think that you're still mad at him, would you? Of course you would! In fact call the son of a bitch up and remind him of your grudge, let him know that you'll take your hatred of him to the grave. Slip in how you thought his wife gave lousy head anyway and wasn't all that good in bed to begin with. Just make sure that said wife isn't a blood relative of yours, ah forget that. That'd make it even worse, you'll be dead, whatta ya care about your reputation for? Any other grudges you have are up to you on how you would like to settle them. If there are small children around who don't understand exactly what's going on, this is a good time to explain to them what death is. Don't worry about scaring them, what you have to tell them won't scare them any more than your appearance does already. Have you noticed they've been avoiding you lately? Sit down and talk with them, tie them up if you have to, and let them know what's going on, what can be expected. Let them know it's ok to be sad and to cry. Even though they're terrified and screaming at you right now. Just whatever you do, don't fuckin die on them in the middle of your talk. That'll really fuck'em up for life. Be as patient as you can with them, they're children. But not to patient, remember, you are about to fuckin die. Well that's about it. I hope this has been helpful to you and yours. We all die, it's something no one can avoid. All the medicine out there can only do so much. But before we go tits up there is so much we can do. You can really feel alive like never before. Get so much accomplished and you can croak knowing you've done what you wanted, got what you wanted, seen what you wanted, and maybe fucked who you wanted. So instead of being depressed about it, enjoy the rest of your life. Don't worry about tomorrow, because for you there isn't one. Good-bye, good luck, and enjoy your life before you die. You poor dead fuck. So You're The Boss's Son? I look over at you and smile. You're sat at a table, cradling a glass of chardonnay in your lap and gently playing with your perfect hair. You look amazing and I know I want to feel your perfect body. I want to make love to you for the first time tonight, I need to. The casual suit you're wearing makes you look fantastic, overshadowing all the other women at the office party. Your male assistant comes over and offers you a dance, which you gently decline. He still smiles, even after rejection. He wants you too. We all do. I slide myself into the chair next to you and put one hand on your thigh and one finger one your perfect lips, telling you not to worry. "I want you," I say, in a deep and primal growl. "I know," you say back. "They all do. What makes you any different?" "I'm the boss's son." You smile seductively, you love a man with power. I give your thigh a quick spank. I can see you like it. "Want some more?" I ask. You slowly nod, entranced. "My office is on the top floor." "We can't leave the party," you say. "Says who?" I grab you by the hand and lead you secretly out of the hall and into the lift. Firmly, I throw you against the elevator wall and run my hand down your curvatious side, squeezing your perfect bottom. I kiss you, nibbling and exploring your mouth before I pull away. You growl like a leopard in heat. You're loving every minute of it. I can feel my cock hardening already. The lift doors ring open and I run through, half dragging you by the hand into my office. You pull off your jacket and throw it onto the floor without a second thought so that you can open up your blouse in a single stroke. Your breasts are more wonderful than I could have ever imagined, even still encased in your designer bra. I am drooling like an animal in anticipation. You lie down on my empty desk, hoist up your tight skirt (the one that makes your thighs look amazing) and slip off your matching knickers. I look between your legs and groan with pleasure. Your cunt is so wet with anticipation, your clit is exposed, waiting. "Look with your hands, not with your eyes," you say. "With pleasure," I reply. I slip off my jacket and practically rip off your skirt. "I need an all access pass, Kitten." I begin to feel you, rubbing my hand round in circles. It is soon sopping with pussy juice. The noises you are making are resulting in my cock fighting to escape the confines of my trousers. You breath heavily from the pressure of my touch and groan and sigh as you pre climax. "More," you say, eyes closed, mouth panting. "Give me more!" "As you wish." I remove my shirt, trousers and socks and look over at you, stretched out on my desk in your unbuttoned blouse, designer bra and expensive hold ups with black lace tops. You look like a fallen angel, panting from the earlier pleasure, rubbing yourself to keep yourself going. My cock is pressed so hard against my boxers I'm amazed it hasn't ripped them. "You must be so hard," you say, drooling. "You must be so wet," is my reply. You open your legs amazingly wide on the desk and your pussy juices form a small pool on the wood. You groan again, still amazingly aroused and ready. I kneel down on the desk and begin to lick you, finding my own pleasure from your juices and sounds. I reach up and try to feel your breasts through your bra. If your nipples were any harder, they would pierce the black lace. "Let me help you," you say, and remove your bra so quickly it practically flutters to the floor. Now I get the full view of your naked body and my cock is practically vertical in anticipation. I continue licking your cunt, feeling your tits as I do so, making you squirm and sing with delight. Your juices are abundant, they run out the sides of my mouth and over my nose as I nuzzle your pussy. I let go off your breast with my right hand and pump it into you, managing to get all four fingers up there. You cry out, arching your body up from the intense pleasure. "More!" you manage to cry out. "More!" I grin. I can't take it any longer. I push you into my reclining office chair and spread your legs as wide as I can. "More! Now! Finish me off!" you cry. I pull off my boxers and you look at my cock in surprise and delight. It has never been so hard or so huge. "Ready?" I ask, my hand around my immense cock. You nod. "Hurry, big boy!" I charge at you and thrust myself inside you, using your natural lubricant. You cry out and I withdraw but thrust back in. I'm taking it slower than usual, so that you climax in the best possible way. You croon for more. "Faster, deeper," you groan out. "Make it the best ever." "Yes, my lady." I move faster, thrusting against your writhing hips. Your whole body cries out for more and I deliver with deep, fast strokes that send you into an orgasmic flurry. You cunt suddenly contracts around my immense cock, thrusting us both into orgasm so that you scream out with pleasure and we cum everywhere. Sighing, but still grinning, we put our clothes back on. Suddenly, your male assistant rushes in. "Are you alright? I heard screaming." "Everything's fine," you say, "I just broke a nail."