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A Little Wet

By: WayWordGirll



"I'm tired of this shit. If they're not going to use my ideas, why do they keep asking for my help? It's not like I have nothing better to do than to sit around waiting for them to pick me for their team. If I have to spend one more day kissing her ass and pretending like I care, I'm going to loose it! Dammit Ricky! You're supposed to be listening! Drop the sock and let's go for our run!"

I pulled on my black shorts and Nikes and leashed the dog for our nightly run. We didn't go far but pounding out a couple of miles helps relieve stress after the long days at the office. Ricky waited patiently as I stretched my legs and watched the other joggers go by. With a quick pat to the head, we were off and heading towards the park a mile down the road. 

I was sweating lightly as we rounded the corner into the park and picked up the looping trail around the perimeter. Jill was jogging about ten yards in front of me. Half the reason I started jogging was to watch Jill; her body was perfect and its bounce keeps me motivated to keep up so I can continue watching. Today, she's wearing my favorite pair of black shorts, the loose ones that have a tendency to ride up in the back. Keeping pace, I watch as her shorts inch up and the rounded muscles of her ass started to peak out under the hem of her shorts. As if she knows, she picks up the pace and I'm having to work to keep the view; it's worth it though. 

 Sam lopes up next to me and smiles; she likes watching Jill's ass as much as I do. What a pair, watching Sam's breast bounce on my left and Jill's ass ahead of me reminds me of how long it's been since anyone's shared my bed. I push the thought away and grin as Jill stops at the benches ahead of us and stretches, feet apart, fingers touching the ground, her head though her legs watching us run up and her ass high in the air. Even Ricky grins as she passes that ass, proudly displayed. We head around the final turn and Sam waves as we part company. Ricky and I head towards home. 

Home sweet apartment! I sip a bottle of water and give the dog a new dish as I start peeling off clothes. My sweaty sports bra and shorts end up in a pile on my shoes after I flip on a soft jazz CD. I finish my water, standing in the kitchen in a black thong. Rehydrated, I step into the bathroom and slide the thin cotton over my hips and reach up to turn on the faucet. I tug the rubber band out of my hair and run my fingers through my blond locks, smoothing out the harsh pony tail. 

The water's perfect as I step into the shower; I set the stream to pulse to help loosen up my muscles. I slowly lathered my hair with shampoo and leaned back against the shower wall, letting the water ease away my day as it coursed over my warm skin. After rinsing my hair, I started working a thick sponge with my favorite calming body wash. 

I started with my neck, rubbing gently and worked over my shoulders. I ran the sponge over my breasts in small circles; I was surprised when my nipples hardened. I trailed the sponge over my stomach and across my hips, swaying in time to the soft jazz. Placing a foot onto the small shower bench, I worked the sponge down my leg and around my foot as the water pulsated against my breasts. Switching legs, I drag the sponge across my thigh and up into the cleft of my pussy. I rock against the sponge just a little before pushing it back to create soapy trails around my ass. 

I had turned around and repositioned my foot on the opposite bench, spreading my ass to let the stream of water wash away the soap, when I dropped the sponge. Leaning down, reaching for the wayward sponge, angled my pussy toward the pulsing spray. I moaned and rocked forward, enjoying the hot water coursing over my clit. 

A little light headed from the run and the hot water, I quickly turned around to sit, allowing my head to clear. I leaned back against the shower wall and spread my legs, allowing the hot water to flow across my breasts and splash against my pussy. I placed my foot on the bench next to me, angling my hips up, toward the water, loving how my pussy throbbed in time with the water's pulse. 

I sat, leaning against the wall, playing with my breasts, and watching the water splash against me until I thought I might go mad; it felt so good but I couldn't cum. I pulled my hand away from my aching nipple and pushed it inside my pussy. I removed the wet digit and started circling my ass, gasping as I slowly pushed it inside. I rocked my hips in time to Mindy's sexy sax, pushing my finger a little deeper with every thrust. The angle of my arm prevented the water from hitting my pussy so I stroked my clit with my other hand, in tight, rigid, circles. I started panting, working my clit faster and pushing my finger deeper into my ass as I felt myself start to orgasm. I cried out, oh goddess, as I came, my finger deep in my ass and my other hand clutching my throbbing pussy.

It took a minute for me to recover. I slowly stood up and found the sponge, reapplying the body wash and smoothing away the cum from the inside of my thighs and the crack of my ass. I was smiling when I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I tied a towel around my wet hair and stepped into my silk robe. I don't mind going to be a little wet...

A Little Wine



My girlfriend Liz just found out she was pregnant. She wasn't showing at all, but she was very excited. Liz called her sister Betsy and gave her the news. Betsy decided to pay a visit and see her now pregnant sister. Betsy was unlike her older sister. She was blonde with fairly large breasts. Liz was dark haired and on the slim, petite side. The night that Betsy arrived, we broke out a bottle of wine or two. Before long, both women were fairly tipsy. After we got caught up on all the events going on in our lives, it was nearly midnight. Liz and I decided to call it a day.

My girlfriend gets very horny after drinking a little alcohol. We got into bed and in a few minutes I was fucking Liz. I had her legs up over my shoulders and I was slamming her pussy with my meat. My cock was hard as a rock and all I wanted to do was drive my pecker into Liz. I'm afraid my girlfriend gets pretty vocal in bed. You could hear skin hitting skin as I slid my cock in past Liz's wet folds. She had my cock in a death grip and I was finding it hard to control myself from cumming.

I fucked her pussy faster, knowing I was almost there. Liz started to convulse and I lost it. I blew my scalding load of cum deep into her belly. I just kept pounding her until I got soft and slipped out. I stood up and looked down at my girlfriend. She was lying there on her back, her thighs were spread and her pussy was leaking from all the seed I shot into her. Just that moment I heard something stirring behind me. I turned around and there was Betsy, she was standing in the doorway.

"I heard you both and I couldn't stand it any longer," she said. 

Betsy had her bathrobe on. She walked into our bedroom and slipped it off. Betsy then got up onto the bed. Liz was watching her the whole time. I was standing there paralyzed. Betsy crawled in between her sister's thighs and began to lick her cum stained pussy. Liz reached out and took hold of her sister's head. She had her fingers in Betsy's hair, urging her on. Both sisters then proceeded to have hot oral sex on our bed!

Liz and Betsy were moaning and screaming out loud. Liz was thrusting her crotch into her sister's face. As I stood there watching, my cock started to grow hard once more. I began to stroke myself, knowing I had to get in on the action. I walked in behind Betsy. She was on all fours lapping at her sister's slick pussy. I place my hands on her hips and my cock head found her opening. I pushed in hard. Betsy clamped down hard around my thick pecker. As I shoved into her pussy, she pushed back to meet me. There we were, three bodies melded together. I know Liz was lost as she was having her pussy sucked clean. I got into a rhythm and slammed my meat into Betsy. Eventually both women came to a climax and I lost my concentration. I shot a load of my seed into Betsy's hot quim.

When I woke up the next morning, things were very quiet. Both women looked very embarrassed when we sat down for coffee, barely a word was spoken. Liz got up and got a shower. Liz got dressed, saying she had to run to the grocery store. I think she needed to clear her head and get out of the apartment for awhile. Betsy and I finished our coffee and sat on the couch. I looked over at Betsy and said we needed to talk. 

"Let's just drop it please?" said Betsy.

I asked her if she enjoyed last night or not.

"Of course I did," she replied.

I stood up, directly in front of her and unzipped my shorts. My cock sprung loose.

"No Don, please don't," Betsy was pleaded with me.

I took her hands in mine and pulled her up from the couch. I loosened the belt on her bathrobe. Her tits came free. Her nipples were erect and I took one in my mouth. Betsy's defenses collapsed right there. She pushed her tits into my face and I sucked and chewed on both nipples. I pulled the bathrobe off and slid a finger along her slit. She was damp. I took my shirt off and removed my shorts. We then made our way back to the bed and I took Betsy.

I pushed my mushroom head past her hairy folds. I slid in an inch at a time and then pulled back out. I slowly filled her pussy up with my long rod. Betsy then begged me to fuck her hard. I took her up by her ankles and gave the deepest strokes I could produce. I knew this would have to be a short fuck session, Liz would be back shortly. I pounded Betsy as hard as I could with my erect prick. She finally couldn't fight it anymore and she began to shower me with her cum. 

Betsy squirted all over my dick and groin. I had never made love to a squirter before. She just kept spraying me with her flow. We finished and Betsy weakly went into the bathroom to clean up. While Betsy was showering, Liz returned. Things lightened up a bit after that. No, we didn't have another threesome that weekend. I fucked my girlfriend that night, but my mind was on her sister, Betsy. 

Betsy and I found one more time to be together. When Liz went down to the laundromat, we went at it immediately. Betsy sucked my cock and I went down on her. Betsy then mounted me and rode my cock hard. I was massaging her big tits as she slammed down onto my rigid pole. I gave her more of my cum and she coated me with her wet juices. 

Betsy left the following morning, but not before I got her cellphone number. We are now planning to hookup sometime in the near future.



A Little Witch Named Ruby



(All characters in this story are over 18.)

*

Black cats had almost gone extinct, most of them having been drowned ten years ago when the village government decided to make them illegal. But still, Ruby recognized one when she found it on the street, and when it followed her home she knew what it meant. She was destined to be a witch.

"I should have known a girl like you would be chosen," her mother, Pearl, said, clicking her tongue. She stirred the pot on the fire a little more roughly than strictly necessary. "That's what happens to girls who grow up without a father."

Ruby shrugged her shoulders and the black cat began coiling itself around her legs as though it already owned her, which if you believed the legends, it actually did. This was kind of scary, but still, Ruby didn't really care. She was getting to the age when she really ought to get married, and she wasn't looking forward to it. All the men in the village were pathetic. Besides, she already knew she didn't have to get married to have fun!

Witches didn't have to get married. They got to live at the edge of town and weave spells and make potions, sometimes giving out magic cloaks or some such rubbish to a passing soldier or prince in disguise in exchange for a little kindness. It sounded like a wonderful adventure compared to sitting around the house cooking, cleaning and tending fires all day, which was what most women did.

"Now don't you let that beast ruin you," Pearl said crossly, waving a spatula with bits of stew still clinging to it at her daughter.

Ruby waked up the stairs to the bedchamber and closed the door behind her. What could her mother possibly mean by that? It sounded like what she would say in the morning when Ruby left the house to get tutored together with the village boys: "Now, don't let your guard down and don't get too close to anyone, or you might be ruined!" she'd yell as Ruby would run out the door with a little bit of food for the teacher. So, Ruby didn't let her guard down, but she didn't have any fun either, except when she'd go down to the river after class and strip off her clothes and feel the cold water run between her legs or when she'd sprawl on the warm stones and touch herself. Of course, no one ever saw any of that, so it didn't count. A man had to touch you in order to ruin you, and even then there were times when it didn't count.

Ruby's mother had been the May Queen at the fertility festival years ago, and every man in the village had taken his turn with her. That's how Ruby was conceived, and that's why there was always tax money to take care of her.

Suitors still came for Ruby's mother, while they never came for ruined women. It was entirely her fault that she turned them all away. It was her fault Ruby never had a father. There was no reason for her to be clicking her tongue and making such remarks.

"Cats don't ruin people," Ruby said, picking the cat up and kissing in on the forehead. The cat purred. It wasn't half bad, being a witch, Ruby thought, stroking the cat's soft black fur. The fluff felt good against her face and hands, it was like handling a velvet cloth. Ruby couldn't wait until she could move to the edge of town and start weaving spells and the like.

She curled up on her straw mattress and fell sound asleep. She barely stirred when the cat jumped up next to her and curled up against her back.

That night Ruby dreamt that her body was being carried down river, and the water seemed to flow into her, pushing between her legs and making her writhe as she was carried further and further away from her little village. She felt more incredibly free than she ever did in her entire life, and at the same time with so little control of her destiny it made her shiver with trepidation.

Ruby awoke to find another girl in her bed, who had somehow managed to wiggle her way between Ruby's legs.

The girl moaned loudly as she continued to feast between Ruby's legs. Ruby didn't quite know what to do. She had never done or felt anything like this before, and wasn't entirely sure whether or not she liked it. It was way too overpowering. She couldn't lie back on her bed and take it at all, and it felt like every muscle in her body was conspiring against her to make her twist and turn every-which-way. Plus, there just seemed to be something wrong about having a complete stranger down there, thrusting her tongue in and out of her like that! Where did the girl come from and how did she manage to get into Ruby's bedroom?

The girl between her legs didn't let up, as though she didn't realize that Ruby was awake and writhing under her touch. Ruby couldn't think straight. Her head was completely filled with the hot bubbling sensation that was running through her. She gasped and began to moan.

She didn't like that one bit. She remembered her mother's voice in her head, warning her against letting herself be ruined. Is this what she meant? It felt so odd and so good. She pushed at the woman's head, trying to extricate it from between her legs, wanting to be free of the pleasurable torment. But the girl would not be moved. Instead, her tongue began to flick quicker and quicker, causing Ruby to moan louder and louder.

"No! No!" Ruby cried, though she was very near climax. "I can't stand it. It's too much! Oh please, do stop."

But it was no use. The woman would not stop.

"Oh, please! I do not know you. This doesn't feel right at all. Please, please, do leave me alone!" Ruby moaned, writhing on the bed. But still, the woman would not stop.

Ruby kicked out wildly with her legs and her foot collided with the woman's head.

"Ouch! What did you do that for?" the woman inquired, rubbing the place on her scalp where Ruby had kicked her. "I just thought you could use a good-morning orgasm, that's all." Ruby covered her mouth in shock. The woman had exactly same face as her, only darker. It was like looking into a dusty mirror.

"I told you to stop and you didn't listen," Ruby said, straightening up and feeling quite ruffled.

"Well, I beg your pardon, but I was far too busy wedging my tongue up your wet hole to hear you whine over a little pleasure."

"I didn't ask for this!" Ruby protested. "I don't even know who you are. I've never seen you before in my life."

"I followed you home yesterday from the river. Don't you remember? That's so impolite!" The woman exclaimed.

"If course I don't remember you!" Ruby exclaimed. "And I have no idea what you mean by following me home. I don't remember anyone following me home last night, and I wouldn't have let you into my bedroom even if you did! What kind of girl do you take me for?"

"A witch," the woman replied evenly. "And now I understand the source of the misunderstanding. You see, I'm the black cat."

"Wait! But cats don't just turn into people! It's unheard off!"

"Not any more unheard of that a girl being a witch," the girl replied. "It's all part of a magic spell what was cast a thousand years ago. A entire race of women was magically transfigured into cats to do the bidding of people with special magical abilities. When a familiar, which is what we're typically called, finds a mistress, she can revert back to her human form."

"But you look exactly like me!" Ruby cried. "That shouldn't be possible!"

"Yeah, well, that's part of the mystery of it. It's part of the magic link. You see, we're born with an image of our true form, and it's our job to hunt down someone who matches that image. That's how we know what to look for."

"Oh... I see," Ruby replied. "I suppose that makes sense. It still doesn't give you permission to lick me between the legs without asking!"

"Of course it does!" the girl protested. "I'm your familiar. I'm supposed to help you become more powerful, and right now I sense that what you need is a couple of hundred of good orgasms." 

"I need no such thing!" Ruby replied, pouting. "Besides, even if I did, you could at least talk to me about it first. It's not like we even have that sort of relationship." 

"But we do!" the girl replied. "We're supposed to go off to the edge of town together and do magic. I've been waiting my whole life to find you! And you're rejecting me. Well, it's not as if you have a choice or anything, you know! It's your destiny to be with me. You can't fight your destiny." 

"I don't know about fighting my destiny. I don't really have any problem with cauldrons and magic. What I have a problem with is you appearing out of nowhere and acting like you own me without even talking to me. I don't even know your name, for crying out loud!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I you didn't know. I was talking to you long after you had fallen asleep. My name's Orcad and I was born in the abandoned wheat field just outside the village wall. I think that's the perfect place to make our cottage. The magic there is very strong."

Ruby was beginning to get excited. It was her dream to move out of her mother's house and have a place of her own where she could tend the fire just the way she wanted and cook the food she really wanted. She was so delighted she was trembling, and a little of her juice rolled down her inner thigh. Orcad licked her lips. 

"But I don't know how to make a house. I don't know anything about carpentry or masonry. How can I build myself a cottage if I don't have the money to hire anyone to do it for me?" 

"That's why we're going to use magic. It will be like a test. The first step to becoming a full-fledged witch."

"Can I really do such a thing?" 

"Of course. You've got me to help!" Orcad replied, smiling broadly and tossing a lock of black hair out of her face. "So, when are we going to get to work?" 

Ruby looked out the window. The sky was still dark and hazy. But her mother's mattress was empty. 

"If we sneak out now, I might be able to get away without too many questions. But how can I explain you to her? You said you were in my bed all night? My mother didn't notice you?"

"Your mom fell asleep the moment she lay down on the mattress."

"Yes. Mom's always very tired when she goes to bed," Ruby said. "Sometimes I wonder if she's sick." 

Orcad shrugged. "Your mother seems to have pretty strong magical powers. But I suppose her familiar must have been drowned by the townspeople before she could meet her. 

"That's sad," Ruby replied. "I was little when the cat drowning started, but I had terrible nightmares and cried for days. It was awful." 

"Anyway, we ought to get going," Orcad said, abruptly changing the subject, a single tear running down her cheek. "The spell we'll need is very complicated and might take all day. We'd better be on our way."

"Oh, yes. Let's go at once!" Ruby replied, jumping up and down. "But I really think we'd better go out the window so that Mom won't see and get mad. She doesn't want me to be a witch at all. She thinks it's wrong."

Orcad laughed. "Mothers can be like that," she replied. "At least that's what I've heard. My mom and all my female relatives are cats."

Ruby nodded. Now that she was getting to know Orcad, she thought that everything she said was interesting and wanted to hear more, but right now she was interested in running away and building her cottage.

"So what sort of spell are we going to use to magic ourselves out the window?" Ruby asked, her heart racing in excitement. "Or do you except me to make a rope out of blankets?"

Orcad rubbed her hand between her legs, a thoughtful expression on her face. The gesture reminded Ruby of the way she used to hold herself when she needed to go to the bathroom, and she burst into a fit of giggles.

Orcad pulled her hand from between her legs and smiled, looking embarrassed. "Hmm. I think a simple levitation spell is all the two of us will need," she replied, looking out the window into the village beyond. "In order to levitate, you need to put your heart at ease and think about what makes you happiest. Then you chant the magic word 'Ecanit,' and then you can float. It's a whole other thing to control the flight. But I can help you until you get the hang of it. Oh, and I like to give my clit a little pinch before I take off. I think it makes the spell work better."

"Oh, I'm not going to do that!" Ruby said, blushing. She was embarrassed to even think of the little knob of flesh she had stroked a few of times while lying on the bench and staring at the sky.

Orcad shrugged. "It's your choice," she said, before pinching her clit and yelling 'Ecanit'. She rose up into the sky and Ruby had to suppress a giggle of merriment as she flew around the room. "Come on!" Orcad said, her voice just as merry.

But what could Ruby think of? She had no idea. Figuring out what makes one happiest is the hardest thing in the world! She thought about the time her teacher complimented her for solving a difficult problem, but that wasn't nearly good enough, and playing with herself on the beach she was definitely out. It was too embarrassing. Then she suddenly realized that trying to cast the spell so she could fly out her window already made her as happy as she had ever been her whole life, and so she said 'Ecanit,' a little more softly then Orcad had, and she too rose into the air. 

She had a much harder time controlling herself than Orcad and ricocheted off the walls of her bedroom a couple of times, squashing her little turned-up nose rather badly before her familiar was able to catch a hold of her and help direct her to the window. 

Ruby was too excited to be worried about the pain. She was flying! She was actually flying! It was incredible, even if Orcad had to lead her by the hand to keep her from crashing. It was like when her mother had taught her to ride a horse by guiding her around the yard with a rope. Ruby felt so tall and powerful. She could see over the walls of the village all the way to the mountains. 

Oh, but it must have been later than she thought, because the sun was just rising over the horizon and people were beginning to come out of their houses.

Ruby suddenly blushed. She realized that she must look very odd flying through the air in her old cotton work dress and put her skirt between her legs to hide her panties from the people below.

Orcad, who of course wasn't wearing any clothing at all, looked back at her and laughed as they flew onward to the abandoned field.

Most of the village people didn't even look up, but went on with their daily routine as though they didn't see the witch and her familiar flying overhead, but one boy, named Charcoal, who had just left school and was a year older than Ruby, glanced up at her. 

Ruby wanted to spit on him. She hated the boy for years, ever since he started pulling her pigtails when she was a little girl, and she kicked dirt in his face every day after school to keep him from following her to her favorite hiding place and continuing to torment her!

The bully continued to eat his morning breakfast of dried bread while he stared up at the two, his jaw going slightly slack and crumbs spilling out of the corner of his mouth.

It was not much later that Ruby and Orcad landed in the old abandoned field. Ruby liked how the place looked, absolutely perfect for a witch. The grain had all gone to seed and there were wildflowers everywhere. She could almost feel the magic coursing through her as she looked around, waiting for more instructions from Orcad.

Orcad was taking her time and looking melancholy, as though the field held some bad memory for her.

Ruby sat down cross-legged on the grass and waited until her new friend was able to compose herself. Everyone always told Ruby she was a wild child, but her mother had taught her some manners!

"Are you ready now?" Ruby asked, perhaps a little sheepishly, when her familiar had wiped the tears from her eyes. "You said that we had a lot of work to do."

Orcad picked up a stick that was lying on the ground and began tracing a circle clockwise in a piece of mud. Ruby watched, her eyes widening as the symbol grow more and more elaborate.

When she was done with her task, Orcad looked up at her mistress and began to describe the different pieces of the rune: the four elements, earth, air, fire and water, and the six planets. And then she showed her the very center, where there was a symbol that she said stood for Ruby's magic name.

"You mean I have to change my name?" Ruby gasped. She had never thought about that. It seemed like quite a lot, leaving home and taking a new name all on the same day!

Orcad looked at Ruby, her eyes narrowing slightly. "No. You were born with a magic name, just like everyone else in this village. Didn't your mother tell it to you when you were a little girl?"

Ruby shook her head. Orcad looked at her quizzically, and then looked away quickly, realizing that it was now her friend's turn to be upset.

"It's ok, Ruby, really it is. Come on, we need to place more of these symbols in the cardinal directions: North, South, East, West. And then we need to start conjuring up the boundaries."

"I want my cottage to be large." Ruby said dreamily. "It's always been my dream to have the largest house in town."

Orcad laughed. "Think how long it would take to clean without servants," she said sensibly.

"That's shouldn't matter at all! I'm a witch. I can just conjure myself up a couple of servants!" Ruby replied haughtily, completely forgetting that she hadn't even learned to fly yet.

"Giving things life is hard," Orcad replied. "It often goes terribly wrong, even when a very experienced witch attempts it. We couldn't possibly try something that difficult for years."

"Well, then I'll just have to use magic to keep the house spotless," Ruby said, her hands on her hips.

Orcad laughed. "All right then. Let's get started. A big house will take longer to build than a small one."

Under Orcad's instruction, Ruby drew more symbols and lined up sticks to make the walls. Orcad laid herself down in the center of the runes and began to rub her clit. Ruby thought that it was a little improper for her friend to be doing something like that where she could see it, but Orcad explained that her juices provided powerful magical energy.

"You could help out too," she added pointedly, and Ruby hurried off to place more boundary markers.

Ruby said the magic work 'Toma,' and the sticks became strong wood walls. She placed pebbles on the ground and they turned into fine masonry work.

Ruby climbed on top of her house with a handful of dried grass and it become straw thatching.

"Very good work," Orcad said, vigorously pumping three of her fingers in and out of her pussy.

"It's smaller than I thought it would be," Ruby said breathlessly. "It's not even quite as big as the cottage where I grew up, but I think it will do. I'm only just starting out, after all."

Orcad smiled. She was spreading her fingers far apart to stretch her pussy as she came, and Ruby looked away nervously.

"Shall we conjure up a door so we can go inside?" Orcad asked, pulling her fingers from between her legs.

"Oh yes! I would like that more than anything," Ruby breathed.

"Then put your thumb against the wall were you'd like the entrance to be and say 'Agrea,'" Orcad said and began hungrily licking the pussy juices off her fingers.

Ruby did what she was told, pressing her thumb against the wall nearest the town and whispering a magic word to herself.

The wood swung open around her, making a fine entrance to her new house, but when she looked in she found it was pitch black inside.

Orcad stood up quickly, her breasts jiggling, and walked over so she was standing next to Ruby, who looked just about ready to cry.

"We have to make the inside, too," Orcad said simply, wrapping her arm around Ruby to give her. She conjured a sizeable fireball by snapping the fingers of her free hand and threw it into the house.




A Little Witch Named Ruby



Ruby tensed. She couldn't believe her best friend would burn down the house she had been working on so hard all day. But then she looked again and the fire was burning comfortably in its own little hearth, and all the places its light landed began to take on shape until there was a kitchen, a living room and a little bedchamber off to the side to sleep in. Laughing merrily, Ruby stepped across the threshold.

"What shall we eat?" Orcad asked. "It must be evening now and I haven't eaten all day."

"Would you like a saucer of milk?" Ruby asked. "I'll see if I can find you one."

She began looking in the cupboards for the milk tin.

"I'm human now!" Orcad protested. "You don't need to treat me like a cat!"

"Oh, sorry. It's just that I never was any good at cooking."

"Oh. You should have said something," Orcad replied. "Then I'll just conjure us up some dinner."

"I want roast!" Ruby said at once. She loved meat but her mother had always been too thrifty to buy much of it.

"Roast it is!" Orcad replied, pulling a clump of dirt from the unpaved floor. She said 'Nika,' and the dirt became a savory roast. The two of them tried eating the roast, but though it was on the outside very appealing to look at, it still tasted a bit like dirt, and so eventually the two of them stuck their tongues out in disgust and threw the roast into the fire, where it instantly burned up.

"Let me try," Ruby said, scooping up another handful. She put the dirt on the counter as though she were preparing it to be eaten and carefully molded it into the shape of a hunk of beef. She then put it in the fire and only then said 'nika'.

Quickly, Orcad extricated the transfigured meat out of the fire with a long stick and they used a knife to cut it.

This time the meat tasted good and Ruby was very pleased with herself until the middle of the night, when she woke up in her new fine straw mattress magicked from grass and clover and found she was as hungry as if she hadn't eaten anything all day.

How mysterious this magic was!

She quickly feel back asleep, and such was the magic of her new home that she found herself oddly bewitched and her hand traveled down between her legs and began to glide between the soft, moist lips of her pussy. She moaned just a little as she continued to dream pleasant dreams, flowers in the field that produced honey without bees so that she only had to walk up to the with a big jar and shake the nectar off the petals.

Orcad woke and looked at her mistress, licking her lips, wanting to put her head between Ruby's legs and drink up all the juices that flowed from her, but she still had a bump on her head from were Ruby had kicked her, and she was reluctant to try her mistress's wrath yet again. 

In the morning, Ruby stepped outside. She wanted to see the wildflowers in the field and see if her dream had somehow come true. She picked a handful of soft pink poppies and shook them into her palm, but there was only pollen, no honey for her to eat, which was distressing because she was by now both quite hungry and quite unwilling to test her magic again.

Fortunately, out on the doorstep of her new house there was a large covered pot of stew and a note from her mother reminding her to heat it up over the fire before eating it.

Ruby smiled to herself. It was just like her mother to cook her a pot of stew and think she didn't know to heat it! But she knew that her mother loved her very much and had worked hard making the stew for her, and that warmed her as much as any fire could.

"Oh, breakfast!" Orcad said practically sticking her nose into the pot to smell it. "Don't tell me you conjured that out of grass and wildflowers! You're progressing much faster than I would have thought!"

"No, silly. My mom left this for us," Ruby said, snatching the pot away from Orcad who was trying to take it all to herself.

"That's odd," Orcad said. She was still upset that Ruby would not let her take a taste of stew before it was heated. "She found us quickly. We've been only gone one day."

"My mother's no fool," Ruby replied. "She saw you come home with me yesterday. She knew I'd run off with you. She even warned me of it before I went to bed."

"Oh yeah," Orcad said, shaking her head. "I had forgotten. It's hard to understand human conversation when you're a cat."

So Ruby put the stew on the fire, and after just a moment, it was all cooked, served and eaten up, and Ruby and Orcad were rubbing their bellies in a satisfied manner.

Now that the stew was all gone, Orcad was horny and wanted to eat Ruby's pussy. But Ruby said no way, she was going to go outside and make crowns out of wildflowers instead. So Orcad contorted herself in a manner completely impossible for non-magical people and began to eat her own pussy, sloshing her juices around like a cat drinking milk from a saucer.

Ruby was so startled that she couldn't help staring. Her own pussy itched looking at her friend, and she could not help but scratch it just a little before running out of the house.

She hadn't been collecting flowers for long when the bully, Charcoal, appeared in the field. He was over on the other side peeing in the bushes, but he shook his dick dry and tucked it away when he saw Ruby staring.

Ruby couldn't help but notice that he turned a little red.

"Charcoal, what are you doing here? Don't you have to go to work or do chores for your mom or something?" Ruby asked, a little tactlessly. The color in Charcoal's face became even more vivid.

"I hadn't seen you since... Since you flew out of your bedroom window yesterday morning. I had to make sure that you were ok," Charcoal stammered, kicking up dirt with his shoe.

"But why? You were always so mean to me," Ruby said, wide-eyed. Charcoal looked even more embarrassed.

"Yeah, I guess I was," he replied. Ruby noticed that his foot had managed to dig a sizable hole in the ground with his fidgeting. "But the truth is that I want to marry you!" He looked up at Ruby, and when she didn't look away, he kissed her roughly on the lips.

It was an oddly warm sensation and Ruby found that it wasn't half as disagreeable as she would have thought, though it was quite wet!

She pulled away from Charcoal.

"I'm sorry," she replied, wiping her face dry with the back of her hand. "I'm a witch, and I need to study magic. I won't be ready to marry anyone for years!"

Charcoal seemed quite distressed. He had opened his heart to Ruby, expecting her to jump at the possibility of being his wife. It wasn't as though he wasn't at all talented or handsome, and the dowry money the town owned Ruby would set them up for life! 

"Fine. I'll go off and become a wizard!" Charcoal yelled in her face. "You're not the only one who can find a black cat to teach you magic, you know! I can go into the woods for a week, hunt for food and wrestle with bears, and I bet you by the time I come back, some familiar will come to me, begging me to adopt it!"

"It doesn't work that way," Ruby began, but Charcoal wouldn't listen. He was very nearly crying, something that he found very embarrassing. He dashed off towards the woods at a speed that Ruby couldn't match. 

She threw the flower garland she was making on the ground, not bothering to say the spell that would turn it into real jewelry, and stormed back to the cottage.

"Jerk!" she said as she slammed the wood door behind her.

"Someone's in a bad mood," Orcad said, raising her head from her own dripping pussy long enough to take in her friend.

"Don't ask me about it!" Ruby exclaimed. She ran over to her bed and covered her face with the sheets. She didn't know why she was so upset. So what if Charcoal had wanted her marry her? She never liked him anyway! It was just embarrassing, being proposed to all of a sudden like that! That's all!

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A few days later, three very bad things happened. A dark rumor started circulating, that a nearby city led by a powerful wizard was about to declare war against the little village. The remains of dead villagers began rising from their graves and inflicting their frustrations upon the living. And, worst of all, Ruby caught a cold.

Orcad said the cold virus was magical by nature and there was nothing they could do to cure it, and while Ruby was sick, neither she nor Orcad could perform any real magic. They of course wondered who had raised the corpses. It was obviously an act of magic, and Ruby was the only witch in the village. But it was probably the enemy city's wizard, using the undead infestation as a form of magical warfare.

Ruby's mother Pearl came to the door of the cottage and offered to nurse Ruby back to health, but Orcad smiled and explained that everything was under control. She didn't want Pearl to think she couldn't handle something as simple as a cold!

Orcad was forced to go out of the house and pick flowers to sell among the villagers for food. They all looked at her funny, because who in their right mind needed flowers when there was a war going to happen at any moment and corpses prowled the streets at night, having their way with anyone unfortunate enough to be caught outdoors after sundown? And the dark stranger (meaning Orcad) did look so much like Ruby, it was uncanny.

Orcad stomped her foot and tried to explain things to the villagers, but they just nodded and didn't really listen, which was very frustrating.

After a day of hard work and no real money to show for it, Orcad came up with a better idea. She changed herself back into a cat and rolled in the sand so everyone who saw her would think that she was a white cat and would not think of drowning her. She went up to the house of the old widow near the village square who loved to feed stray cats, took the scraps of meat she was given and brought them home to cook for Ruby.

A boy laughed at her as she sprinted away through the village back to the little cottage she shared with Ruby because she looked so much like a cat chasing mice. But Orcad knew better than to pay any attention. She turned back into her human form, flicked him off and kept running on all fours.

Orcad wasn't very good at cooking, having grown up as a cat, but she tried the best that she could and the food came out all right. She was able to mix the meat scraps with water and a bit of spice to make a soup that was good for Ruby's cold.

Orcad had a great interest in walking corpses, because all the village folk were talking about them and she had never met a corpse before and wondered what they were like. She decided to spend the time between dinner and bedtime, while Ruby slept, to go visit the village cemetery and watch the dead rise from their graves.

The cemetery was outside the village walls, and it was difficult for a young woman to sneak out at night, especially now that a big war was about to start and big buff men in makeshift armor were out all night polishing their spears and pitchforks. 

So Orcad turned herself into a cat again and snuck out between the legs of one of the guards. It was already somewhat dark out, so her black fir blended in well and no one was the wiser.

The dead were already rising when she reached the cemetery. Everywhere she looked, arms, heads and legs were reaching out of the ground. An eerie chorus of groaning filled the cold night air. 

Suddenly Orcad realized that she wasn't the only human in the forest! Charcoal was there too, concentrating on casting some magical spell she couldn't quite recognize. Was it he who was summoning the dead?

Orcad turned herself back into a human and waved at him. But when Charcoal saw her, he turned bright red and ran off into the woods, which perhaps wasn't so incomprehensible, since Orcad as always wasn't wearing any clothing.

The corpse of a middle-aged woman turned towards Orcad. Orcad was startled. She had forgotten that she was extra vulnerable to danger while Ruby was sick and hadn't thought of the possibility of the undead attacking her. After all, why would anyone want to bother her, dead or not?

The woman pinned her to the ground in front of a grave, and other arms reached up to hold Orcad in place. Orcad tried to squirm to free herself, but it was no use. The hands that were on her were too strong and she couldn't get away.

The woman bent down and began touching the soft flesh of Orcad's stomach. Her hands were very cold, even colder than the night air, and they made Orcad shake all over. The hands began to travel lower, caressing every inch of Orcad's body as though trying to remember what living flesh was like. Orcad could understand the woman's curiosity, but still, she would rather be back in her bed with a nice thick blanket over her head than pinned to the ground by undead arms while being poked and prodded by cold, bony fingers.

What happened next she couldn't believe. Another pair of arms reached up from the same grave and grabbed her legs. Apparently, two people were buried beneath her. The second pair of arms spread her legs far apart and held her in place by the ankles.

Orcad moaned. Another set of fingers was prodding her naked flesh, making her feel so cold she could hardly stand it. She felt cold lips sucking at her skin and a hard cold cock rubbing against her upper inner thigh. She moved her hips to try to avoid it. She had a pretty good idea of where that cock had been and she didn't want it anywhere near her pussy.

But unfortunately, she was completely bound and covered with dead bodies, and there was nothing she could really do to improve her situation. The cock thrust into her, causing her to gasp with surprise. It felt surprisingly long, the way cocks always did when they entered her, and despite her fear of cold and bad hygiene, she found that she was in fact quite aroused by the whole situation and hence her pussy was quite wet.

She felt other cocks begin to rub on her. There was one on her face and another in her hair, one between her breasts and another on her stomach. Everywhere she looked, there was dead flesh, empty graves and somber moonlight, and despite being in the middle of a very intense orgy, Orcad felt very much alone.

She probably came two or three times, but she was so overly stimulated that she could hardly feel the difference, and her arousal made no difference at all to the corpses who were having their way with her.

When the male corpses ejaculated, they covered Orcad in black mud, and dark streaks of dirt ran down the female corpses' legs. It was quite disgusting, and Orcad really did want to get away, even if she couldn't help moaning and twitching as she was continually fucked by the undead hordes. 

She tried to think of any spell she could use to fight back, but she couldn't think of anything and she probably couldn't use it even if she did, because her powers were still limited by Ruby's illness.

Shortly before daybreak, the corpses had enough and began disappearing back into their graves. The hands that held Orcad in place drew back into the ground and she found that she could move again, although she was very stiff and sore between the legs.

For a time Orcad was afraid that she too would become a zombie. Wasn't that what the old wives tales always said? But when she had gone to the river and washed the dirt off herself, she felt completely whole again and decided that old wives' tales were just that. In fact, she had never before felt so good. She could tell by the way her body tingled that Ruby's magic had returned, and she wanted to jump for joy. 

Now they could go back to their magic training and Orcad could tell Ruby all she knew now about the corpses, for she thought to learned a couple of things about the spell that commanded them after the close contact she had had last night. She would also tell Ruby about Charcoal and his suspicious behavior. Orcad was convinced that Ruby liked Charcoal, at least a little bit, and it would be fun to tease her about him!

She made herself invisible, a spell she didn't like to perform because it felt weird and lonely, and flew back over the village wall to Ruby's cottage.

She found that Ruby had managed to conjure the two of them bacon and eggs for breakfast. The food felt good in her stomach and didn't turn back into the grass and sticks that Ruby used to make it.

The young witch blushed and admitted that she had been meditating on spells for cooking the whole time she was sick. Orcad definitely appreciated the effort.

Orcad told Ruby the story about the corpses, and Ruby very nearly fainted. She wanted Orcad to go to the doctor immediately to make sure she was ok, but Orcad just brushed it off.

"I'm magical, you know that. I've got a pretty good idea what's goes on inside my body. I ought to be fine."

Ruby looked skeptical. People often claim to understand themselves better than they really do, and Ruby thought that in Orcad's case that was even more likely. But she was a good friend so she changed the subject.

"So what should we do about the corpses?" she asked. "Charcoal could not possibly have conjured them, so we don't know who did, and we can't just let them run loose on the city if they're going to treat the village folk so poorly." She stubbornly refused to even admit the possibility that Charcoal could be involved, though whether this was out of regard for his moral fiber or from a lifetime of first-hand experience with his incapacity, Orcad couldn't tell. 

"I sensed that someone cast an animate spell on them. It's a bit of magic that makes dead things come to life to fulfill their long-held desires.

"So all those corpses had the unfulfilled desired to rape you?"

Orcad shrugged. "I'm hot enough, they probably couldn't resist."

"So, the important thing to do is to break the spell and send the corpses back to their graves for good so they'll leave the village people alone. It would be the first step to making your name as a powerful witch! But first we need to figure out who cast the spell and why," Orcad said.

"Can't we do something about the war while we're at it? It wouldn't be much good to the village if we save them from zombies so they can all be raped and slaughtered by the soldiers from the nearby city instead."

"I don't know what we can do about the war," Orcad replied, putting her hands on her face and tapping a finger in a thoughtful manner. "That city's wizard is very powerful. There's no way we can out-magic him, and it's not likely that we can find another witch to help us. Not with the genocide that almost wiped out my people when I was little!"

Ruby looked like she might dissolve into tears remembering all the poor black cats that were drowned and the horrible rodent infestations the village had suffered over the following months. And of course, Orcad wasn't very comfortable thinking about it either.

So the two of them decided they would make crowns out of wild flowers and give them to the village chief to help finance the war. Maybe they'd change some sticks into swords too, while they were at it. It was good practice and it might even do some good, though neither of the girls honestly thought it would give their village a fighting chance against the city's wizard.

Ruby didn't like the village chief. He was always so nice that it felt fake. Plus, he had always wanted to marry Ruby's mother, so he was always underfoot when Ruby was a child. He liked to think of himself as Ruby's father, since it was he who delivered the monthly allowance to Pearl, but of course no one really knew who Ruby's father was, not even Pearl.

The chief was a remarkably non-magical man and he looked at Ruby crossed-eyed when she came into his cottage carrying an armload of jewels and swords. He couldn't quite decide whether Ruby had stolen them, or whether they were in fact something worthless made valuable by Ruby's overactive imagination.




A Little Witch Named Ruby



At any rate, he would not take them and he told Ruby there was nothing a little girl like her could do to help the war. He had completely forgotten, the way grownups always did, that Ruby had already turned eighteen and could be treated like an adult.

Ruby tried to explain this to the village chief, but he didn't listen. It was almost as though he couldn't hear what she was saying.

Ruby stamped her foot and felt like she was going to cry, but none of that impressed the village chief, and when she looked back at the bundle in her arms, she realized that her sorrow had broken the spell and her crowns and swords had become flowers and sticks again.

"Forget him," Orcad said, leading Ruby out the door. "We'll find a way to help save the village despite him."

Ruby sniffed back her tears. But she was still very mad and very unhappy and she threw the flowers and sticks on the road and stepped on them until they were all broken.

That little act of violence made Ruby feel a lot better. But now Orcad felt like she might cry. She felt sorry for all the crushed petals and broken sticks. 

She picked up some of the petals and said the magic word to turn them into little red gemstones.

"I'll give these to the old woman with the cats," Orcad thought. "She was kind to me when I needed help." And so she set off in the direction of the woman's cottage, which wasn't that far from the chief's house, and Ruby came with her even though she was still very upset and more than a little angry. She was curious what Orcad was up to.

The old woman was very surprised to see Orcad and Ruby. She hadn't had any visitors besides cats for many years, and definitely was not expecting two beautiful young women carrying an armful of beautiful gems.

"Oh, what I wouldn't give to be young and beautiful again like the two of you!" the old woman said, a tear running down her cheek. "No one cares two shakes for a lonely old woman like me."

"Well, that's simple, then," Orcad said dancing for joy at the possibility of making the kind woman happy. "Come back with us to our cottage and you shall be young again. You shall help us fix our dinner and help up practice magic, and the power of our magical cottage will make you young again."

"That sounds like a world of fun," the old woman said, though Ruby couldn't quite tell whether she believed Orcad's tale or not. "But if I go away, who will feed all my cats?"

"Oh, don't worry. We can put food outside and they'll know to come," Orcad said, shrugging her shoulders. "Cats tend to be pretty smart when food is involved."

"You would know!" Ruby replied, laughing. She wasn't quite sure she really wanted the old woman to come, even if she could cook them dinner.

Orcad took the old woman by the hand and pulled her towards the abandoned field where their cottage lay. She looked so happy that Ruby's apprehension vanished entirely.

The instant the old woman stepped across the threshold, she became ten years younger. She danced happily on the dirty floor, causing her skirt to whirl around her as though she was a little girl again.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, my name is Diamond," she said excitedly to the two young women, and as though she had said the magic word, she became even younger and more beautiful, until she was the very same age as Ruby and Orcad.

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The very next day, Ruby, Orcad and Diamond decided to travel to the tower of the powerful wizard whose city was threatening war against their village. They had decided as a group that this was the best way to save the village from war and horny zombies.

Orcad explained that all magicians had the highest respect for each other and that it was only the total lack of magic in their village that made it vulnerable to little trifles like war. Wizards were capricious creatures and very forgetful, she explained. The city's wizard probably had an altercation with the village chief over some trifle, and decided to overrun the village with corpses, and then send in the soldiers to finish off the exhausted villagers. 

"Men have done worse things for much more trivial reasons," she added nonchalantly.

Diamond nodded knowledgably, the way old ladies always do then they aren't really paying attention to what someone is saying and would rather being dozing off, but want to seem informed anyway. Though, of course, she was no longer an old woman. She was young again.

Ruby was a little worried that Orcad was oversimplifying things and they would find the wizard more formidable than they anticipated. But she was still in favor of the trip. If she could somehow convince the wizard to call off the war, then everyone would be saved. Wasn't that worth taking the risk? And it wasn't like she was wandering out by herself. Orcad and Diamond were with her.

When they got to the village gate, the two drunk men the chief appointed as morning guards didn't want to let them out. They couldn't see Ruby, Orcad, and Diamond as three nice people with magical powers who were going out to make peace with the nearby town to stop the impending war. They saw them as three young women who didn't realize how horrible the prospect of war was.

Orcad and Ruby had to cast a spell on guards so that their boots stuck together. The guards fell flat on their faces when they tried to move, and the three girls got through. They still had to avoid the guards' hand and arms as they wiggled everywhere, as though they were upside-down turtles trying desperately to grab at the girls' ankles. Ruby had to keep Orcad from kicking the guard who was closest to her when his fingernails grazed her ankle.

After that, Orcad decided that it was a good idea for them to make weapons and armor out of things they found in the forest.

They stopped under a big maple tree where the grass was very green and a scattering of little pink wild flowers bloomed.

First, they covered themselves with big star-shaped leaves using a little bit of sap to hold them all in place. This took a very long time, and it was very sticky and the leaves itched against their skin. When all three were covered to their satisfaction with the leaves, Ruby said the magic word and the mesh of leaves turned into plate mail. Then they all looked around for sticks in the right shape so they could turn them into swords, but they couldn't find any.

Orcad got horny looking at Diamond covered in leaves and decided that she really would rather eat her pussy than look for sticks. Ruby was very nervous and decided that she would just watch. She didn't quite feel comfortable doing anything kinky in front of other people. Orcad laughed at Ruby's foolishness as she began to rub her tongue against Diamond's clit. Ruby moaned almost as much as Diamond as her familiar began lapping at Diamond's wet hole. It was not long before her hand dipped down between her legs, the way it always had when she would sit upon rocks near the river, and she found that her touch was infinitely more effective with the erotic scene unfolding around her. It took at least an hour for the three girls to compose themselves enough to continue onward, more armored and more aroused then they had been before they started.

Ruby snickered when she got her first look at the wizard's tower. It looked so much like a gigantic penis. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was also something else about the architecture that made it seem too sexual, as though the building exuded something resembling middle-aged testosterone into the air around it.

The gate opened to welcome them in much the same way the jaws of a large animal might part to swallow a morsel whole. No one came to greet the trio, but they somehow felt watched as they began to ascend the long stone staircase which lead to the Wizard's living quarters at the top of the tower. 

The stairs seemed to go on and on forever, and the armor they were wearing was oddly heavy for something that started out as maple leaves, so it wasn't long before their feet got tired. Their pussies were also very damp from the fun they had in the woods, and their legs rubbed together uncomfortably, covered with all the juices.

"To hell with it, let's fly!" Ruby exclaimed, looking up the nearly empty middle of the tower to see how much further there was to go, and percieving no real end.

"But you're not any good at flying, and it will take both of us to help carry Diamond," Orcad said. She sat down on the stairs the moment Ruby had stopped and was eating her own pussy in much the same way as if she was a cat cleaning itself.

"I can do it!" Ruby said, stamping her foot impatiently. "I'm a powerful witch! I can do whatever I set my mind to."

Orcad raised her eyes from her pussy and gave her a contrary look. She scratched the back of her head with one foot in a penitent manner.

"I suppose you might be able to get better control if you'd pinch your clit when you say the magic word," Orcad suggested thoughtfully.

Ruby blushed.

"All right," she said after a moment's hesitation. "Since there isn't any other choice." She didn't want to admit even to herself that she was aroused, enough though the thought appealed to her. She thought it would be the best thing in the world if they could befriend the hostile wizard and save their tiny village from destruction. Ruby decided to dwell on that thought as she pinched her clit and yelled 'Ecanit.'

A moment later, Orcad stood up and did the same thing, though she was thinking about how much she wanted to eat Ruby's pussy.

The two nearly identical girls grabbed Diamond by the arms and began to drag her upwards and out so they could ascend though the tight gap between the turns of the stairs. Ruby was now quite good at controlling her movement, but she still had some difficulty and once or twice knocked against the stairs, denting a couple of plates of her armor.

It seemed like hours before they made it to the top of the tower, and it was very difficult for Ruby to concentrate on being happy for so long. She was beginning to get worried that it wouldn't be so easy to make the wizard give up his stupid war. Plus, Diamond was heavy in all that armor.

They reached a ceiling, above which there must have been the floor of the living quarters and settled gracefully on the stairs nearby.

The inside of the wizard's living quarters was like nothing any of them had seen before. It was huge and luxurious. The floor was covered with large red cushions which seemed to extend almost as far as they could see. Against the back wall was an elaborate altar, where presumably the wizard performed magic. There were trays laden with fancy exotic food everywhere, and elaborately embroidered pillows.

Orcad immediately plopped herself down on a pillow and began eating as though they weren't in any danger.

Ruby wondered where the wizard was. Surely he must be somewhere in the tower! Her skin was crawling and she felt eyes on her wherever she looked. Was it possible that Orcad didn't notice this?

Suddenly, Diamond began pulling off her armor. Ruby blushed. She really liked the way Diamond's body looked, the way her breasts seemed to always stick out and the way the lips of her pussy were always just barely parted.

Suddenly, her own armor was gone and Diamond's arms were pushing her towards the floor. Her legs were spread apart. Diamond's tongue was working frantically at her pussy, teasing her clit until she was gasping for breath. Ruby moaned and writhed. The sensation was so intense, much more so than anything she had ever felt while masturbating, and it wasn't long until she came, flooding Diamond's mouth with her juices. Diamond swallowed it all and continued to lap at Ruby's wet hole. Ruby really squirmed, she had just come and she didn't feel like she would be able to come again for quite some time, but still, her entire body tensed and she felt the familiar sensation just out of her reach. She wanted to push herself to orgasm with her willpower, but at the same time felt reluctant to do so. She felt odd and dirty, letting her friend eat her pussy.

Orcad was very jealous and decided to take her revenge by eating Diamond's pussy in turn. 

Diamond moaned as Orcad's tongue plunged into her. As she became more and more aroused, she began to gasp and sigh, sending shocks of pleasure through Ruby's very wet pussy.

Ruby became so aroused that she began to pull and tug at her nipples, and when Orcad put her pussy over her mouth, Ruby eagerly began to lap at it, all sexual reservation completely lost in her intense horniness.

They continued in this manner for some time, completely ignoring their surroundings except to steal a bit or two of the delicious food from time to time as they became hungry. Eventually, they heard an awkward moan from one of the walls, though not one of them thought it important enough to end their festivities. 

With a flash of light, the wizard appeared, materializing out of a large mirror decorated with elaborate golden figures of centaurs raping an entire village of women.

He was wearing the most awful outfit imaginable: black leather underwear with elephant ears and with a big elaborate zipper so he could up pull his cock out quickly, and an oversized rainbow-colored cloak, which he quickly shed on a nearby cushion.

Ruby couldn't help staring. Besides his outfit, he was completely covered with hair from head to toe and had a long beard with more than a little grey in it.

"Damn that was hot!" the wizard said, grabbing his cock though his leather underwear. "I haven't seen a show like that in weeks! Not since I had the pleasure of fucking the nymph queen at an orgy, and I had to teleport fifty miles to get there! And here you so conveniently came to me!"

"Um, thanks," Orcad said, straightening up and fingering her wet slit. "I assume it was you who caused all our armor to disappear?"

"Oh, you caught me," the wizard replied, playing with the head of his cock which poked out over the band of his underwear. "I couldn't help but give things a little push. It's not every day three sexy young women come into my tower. By the way, what brings you here, if I might be so bold as to ask?"

"We've come to stop you from waging war against our village," Ruby said, seizing on the opportunity to get down to business. "Orcad said you might be more understanding seeing how we're all practitioners of magic."

"A war, you say? That does sound rather entertaining," the wizard said, pushing his underwear down and exposing his very hairy cock and testicles to the three young women. "But I don't know anything about a war," he added, looking puzzled.

"No, that can't be!" Ruby exclaimed, stamping her foot on the cushioned floor. "You cast a spell on the corpses in the village cemetery to make them come to life. All the village men are up in arms, and they say there's going to be a war. You can't say that you had nothing to do with it!"

"But I didn't have anything to do with it," the wizard said nonchalantly. "I have never heard anything about corpse problem, and at any rate I find necromancy distasteful. And I definitely haven't made up my mind to declare war on your little village, though now that you mention it, it does sound rather intriguing. I could capture all the hot women in your village and make them my sex slaves! You see, my old sex slaves became so horny that they gang-raped me and ran off into the forest to become nymphs. I should have known better than to cast that spell on them!"

"That's fascinating," Orcad said, still running a finger along the slit of her pussy. "But surely a magician of your talents would be capable of greater deeds than ravaging villages for new sex slaves. And I'm sure that our pathetic little village does not have anyone worth your while."

"Oh, quite," agreed the wizard. He was staring at Diamond's ass very intently as though he really wished he was fucking it. "Your little village is decidedly provincial. It might not be worth my while when it comes to sex slaves. But there is one more thing. You see, that pompous dick who is your chief is my horrible half-brother. Not a drop of magical blood in his veins, and yet he always sends our mother letters bragging about how accomplished he is and now much tax money he collects, and even though I control a great city, Mom's decided that being a wizard is indecent, and that if I was a real man, I'd stop wasting my time 'soliciting the affections of disreputable women' and find myself a real job. I swear, my half-brother is just asking for me to crush him."

"Well, he is a total dickwad," Ruby said, nodding her head in agreement. Orcad's mouth dropped, for it wasn't like her mistress to say something so vulgar. "Well, he is," Ruby said, stamping her foot in irritation. "He was always a jerk when he'd come over and have dinner with us. He'd try to reach up my mother's skirt under the table, and he thought I didn't know what he was doing. And I hate the way he'd always seem so haughty when he came to the door with our tax allowance. He thought he owned us."

"You're supposed to be convincing him not to attack our village, not adding fuel to the flame!" Orcad whispered in Ruby's ear.

"Hmm," said the wizard, thoughtfully stroking his beard, his other hand still occupied with his cock. "I never knew my brother would have such an active sex drive," he muttered, pacing back and forth. "This puts him in a whole other perspective for me. Yes, yes. Perhaps I'll invite him to my tower the next time the nymphs come to visit. I'm sure it will do him a whole lot of good. Your mother must be a very remarkable woman to bring this out in him."

Ruby laughed and Orcad snickered. Diamond had enough sense to appear politely interested.

"Oh, I would love to come and meet some real nymphs!" Diamond said. "I heard about them when I was a little girl. Is it really true that they can live entirely off of sex?"

The wizard shrugged and his eyes dropped back down to Diamond's cleavage, where they had been resting on and off again for some time. He seemed like he might start drooling.

"I know," Orcad said quickly, jumping in front of Ruby and pushing her to the side. "Why don't you keep Diamond with you for a while? It will help you take your mind off things, and Ruby and I will send an envoy to the Nymph Queen in your name soliciting an orgy for the two of you. I'll even convince your silly half-brother to make an appearance as added bonus, and all you've got to do in exchange is promise not do attack our little village. Which, of course, is no big loss to you."

The wizard put a finger against the entrance to Diamond's ass almost experimentally. The muscles around her anus relaxed and the finger slipped in almost as though it had been sucked in. The Wizard giggled in delight and Diamond moaned appreciatively.

"What do you say, Diamond?" Ruby asked. "I dare say you'll get tired of this dirty old man soon enough, and then you can come back to our little cottage with us. Will you stay for a time? As a sort of a peace offering?"

"Of course she will," Orcad said. "Women always do what they're told in situations like this. They run off to marry princes they never met, or put themselves under all manners of enchantment for noble and altruistic reasons."

"But this isn't a fairy tale!" Ruby protested. "And you're just being silly."

Orcad just shrugged.

"I'll stay," Diamond said. "It seems like it might be fun. Besides, that way I get out of having to cook the two of you dinner!"

So Orcad and Ruby left Diamond behind in the Wizard's tower and set off towards their little village. They spent quite a while talking to the wizard and it was getting very near dark. Only when they passed the cemetery and noticed that many of the graves were empty did Ruby remember that she had forgotten to ask for help in stopping the corpses, and they still did not known who was behind summoning these abominations.




A Little Witch Named Ruby



"Oh well," Ruby sighed. "I suppose I'll just have to do it all by myself." 

She and Orcad levitated over the village wall in a place that wasn't guarded using a variation of the flying spell. They each stuck a finger in their vagina and called out 'Ecan' and soon found themselves in the abandoned field very near their cottage.

There were horrible cries coming from the direction of town square and Ruby broke into a run when she heard them.

Why hadn't she remembered to ask for help? Why was she always trying to handle everything on her own? She was too new a witch to handle something like hordes of reanimated corpses, and she knew it. But still she kept running. There must be something she could do!

The corpses were in the process of gang-raping people, though an odd corpse or two seemed to be content with just standing around eating apples out of a barrel in front of the village market.

The undead had dragged three women and two men to the ground and were having their way with them, almost all at once. Orcad, who was running behind her mistress, stopped and began fingering herself as she watched one of the female corpses fucking a man up the ass with a severed, mummified penis, while another dead woman with long black hair sat on his face. Orcad had many unusual and sometimes disturbing fetishes. 

Ruby wasn't quite so impressed. She noticed that, though there were maybe a hundred walking corpses, there were only five victims. It seemed the corpses enjoyed overwhelming people, filling all their orifices at once and making them really squirm, rather than targeting large groups of people. She began to wonder both why this was and how she could use it to her advantage.

Perhaps if she and Orcad could take the places of a couple of the villagers, the corpses would be satisfied and leave the rest of the people alone. But that didn't seem like enough. Then she got it!

She whispered something in Orcad's ear dramatically and the two of them set off. Orcad kicked at the zombie with the mummified cock, causing her to drop it, and while she was off guard, she pushed the man away to freedom and started eating the black-haired corpse's pussy. She muttered a magic word into the woman's private parts and they began to close. Orcad barely had enough time to get her tongue out of the woman's dead vagina before the whole thing welded shut, leaving the corpse as anatomically correct as a Barbie doll.

Next, she stamped on the mummified cock and it splattered like a squashed bug. Orcad shook her foot and stuck out her tongue. It was very gross.

Nearby, Ruby bit off the cock of one of the male undead. The corpse looked down and saw that its member was missing, and ran in terror. The others nearby began to flee too, as though they were mortally afraid of loosing their vital parts.

It was not long before Ruby and Orcad had taken care of all of the corpses. Of course, they let themselves be fucked a couple of times and had their pussies eaten out, just for fun. Orcad liked having her nipples pulled so much that she let it happen three times before she cast the spell that stopped the corpse's hands from moving.

When the sun rose, there were a few leftover body parts still lying around, but Ruby's little village found itself free from the fear of the dark desires of the dead. Ruby's mother appeared and confessed that she had been the one to summon the corpses. She had found a drowned cat many years ago and had studied necromancy to bring it back to life. She enjoyed the way in which the zombies inconvenienced the stuck-up and frigid villagers, and on top of it all, she had quite forgotten to look up the proper banishing spell.

Ruby and Orcad kept their promise and sent a note to the nymphs to arrange a great orgy for the wizard in his tower. And when the time came for the festivities to commence, Orcad and Ruby all flew in though the window so they could participate.

In time, Ruby and Orcad hired both a cook and a house cleaner to replace Diamond, who had decided she liked orgies so much that she built her own tower and kept at least three nymphs in it at all times. This done, the three young women found much time to be together and to do magic, and they were all quite satisfied.



A Little Work-Day Stress Relief



I'd been teasing him for weeks now. A short skirt which barely made the dress code and a shirt that showed way more than it actually covered. My favourite boots, the ones that hug up my calves as if they were involved in a deeply intimate relationship.I hoped I was getting to him. It didn't matter what the others thought. I'd been thinking about him for weeks and I was so horny it would take severe actions, like death or dismemberment, for them to drag me away. 

He was hunted. And his days were numbered. 

Finally, on day 21, he snapped. I had donned a skimpy white skirt and a barely there blue shirt, and more flesh was revealed than covered. He dragged me into the supplies closet and shut the door behind us. At first I tried to play it cool, teasing him about being so hot for me he couldn't wait. He merely stared, until I realized the truth of my words. And then I was hunted.

He backed me into the wall, and pressed be there with his body. His mouth took possession of mine and I could feel the tension in his body as he restrained himself. I stroked my fingers across his shoulders, down his chest, over his flat belly and laid them to rest on the straining fabric of his pants. I gave my permission with my touch. I felt his cock jump, and then he let himself loose. He no longer stopped his mouth from devouring my own. His hands reached for my shirt and ripped it open. He began palming my tits, and twisting my nipples. Pain mixed with pleasure and I started to get wet. I unzipped his pants and reached in to grab his dick. It felt huge in my hand, and I felt a smile slip across my face at my good judgement. 

It’s always the size of the shoes. 

He must've taking the smile as a sign of weakness, because he stopped holding me against the wall. He dipped his head and his mouth latched on to my left nipple. Licking, sucking, biting, he played with it until it was hard, red and just a little sore. Then he switched to the other one. Taking it between his teeth, he pulled until my tit was more cone-like than spherical. He let go and watched my boob return to its normal shape. He did it again. I think he must've enjoyed just watching them bounce after he released them.

Eventually, he became bored with that game and began moving down my stomach, licking, nipping, and even dipping into my belly button for a moment before moving onwards and downwards. My skirt was pushed up to become a new belt for my hips. My thighs were spread wide, a held by his hands. And then...bliss. Holy shit, his tongue! Ooooh! I didn't know he could do thaaaaaaat! OH, Ah, YES!!!

I came down from my high to find him standing in front of me, my head level with the bulge in his pants. I guess my legs had given out sometime during my bliss, and him being the man that he was, saw a perfect opportunity for retaliation. Not that I mind. I love sucking cock. 

I unzipped his pants, and found a pair of black boxer shorts, currently sporting a tented look and a wet spot in the front. I looked at him and licked my lips. A small groan came from his throat as I reached in to collect my prize. Not a large dick, but the perfect size for my mouth. 

I started to lick the head, just teasing him, tasting his precum and lubing up the head for the main event. Small circles all over and trailing my tongue along the slit finally achieved what I wanted. A small thrusting of his hips, as if he was wanting to force it down my throat but not sure if he could get away with it. 

I moved down the sides of cock, nibbling at the loose skin, not biting, but sucking a little with my lips. I work up and down, not taking it in my mouth, yet, waiting for the next signal to continue my tormenting. 

The next signal comes. His hands fall to my hair as my mouth reaches the head of his dick. In a quick motion, I sucked the head into my mouth, swirled my tongue around in a small circle, and then let it pop out of my mouth again, allowing the cool air to hit it. He groans.

Now I get down to business. I begin to take him in my mouth, slowly going deeper as I adjust to his size. When I have him almost completely swallowed, I begin to pick up the pace, swirling my tongue around as I go. Soon, his hips begin thrusting in time to my head movements. I can feel him getting closer, and his balls start to tighten up. It is time for the piece de resistance. I hum.

He gasps and cum starts to fill my mouth, tasting slightly salty, slightly sweet. He must’ve been eating fruit lately. I swallow it down, content with my treat, yet still wanting more. I finish cleaning him off and rise to my feet. I kiss him. He doesn’t seem turned off by the taste. How very interesting. The kiss once again develops a hint of him trying to dominate me, and I soon feel my new best friend poking me in the hip.

He lifts me up on a box conveniently located to our right. Where was this when he was going down on me? A brief and totally meaningless thought floats through my mind as I settle onto the hard crate, but is soon pushed out by his presence between my thighs once again.

Only this time, his eyes are level with mine. A slutty grin is present on my face, I can feel it, but I don’t care as his cock presses against the entrance of my slit. In one push he is buried in me, balls deep. I groan. He groans. We lock lips again. God, sex is good.

He begins to pump into me, slowly at first, but quickly speeding up. He uses his weight to press me back into the box, and then holds my arms above my head. This pose makes me completely open to him, and he takes advantage. Once again he starts nibbling on my tits. Teasing them with his tongue, his lips and his teeth, he brings them to hard, almost painful points. I can’t help but moan. 

I begin to feel that familiar tightening again, and arch my back into his body. Letting go of wrists with one of his hands, he reaches between our bodies and begins to rub the magic spot at the top of my legs. I arch again as his fingers fly across my clit, almost making me scream. And then he creates his own piece de resistance. As I reach the point of no return, I feel him bite down on my nipple, hard. I can’t help myself. I scream. 

Somewhere in the haze of orgasm, I realize that he is cumming too. And he is laughing. I let him laugh. I’m too sated to do anything about it. And then I realize I hear voices coming down the hall. Oh shit. I screamed! I quickly rearrange my clothes to where I think they were before I was dragged into the closet. I look over at him and see that he has already fixed himself back up. I raise my eyebrows, silently asking if he was ready to leave. He gestures for me to go ahead, and I reach for the door knob.


Two of our colleagues are standing at the water dispenser at the end of the hall as we leave the small room. I see the smirks, then turn to him and say, “Thanks for helping me Zack; I never remember where they put the paper for the printer. I’ll see you later.” 

I turn and make my way back to my office. I wonder what to wear tomorrow.



A Little Work Related Anal Fun



Many thanks go out to Amerks92hockey for editing another of my attempts at getting you eager readers all hot and bothered. 

Please Comment and please vote... let me know what you think of my story and how I am make it better for next time...




Anyways, so I was at work finishing up some end of the day shit after everyone else had gone home for the day. For whatever reason my mind started to drift to my happy places and gradually I became more aroused and less concerned with work. After a few minutes of daydreaming about a beautiful set of ass cheeks spread before me, I decided to sit back and pull out my cock. Within moments I had settled back into my chair, dropped my pants all the way to the floor and had my cock in one hand and my balls in the other. I was stroking away, thinking how nice it would be to have this strange woman kneeling across my desk bare assed, asking me to kiss and lick her cheeks. 

I was thinking how nice it would be to run my tongue across the backs of her thighs, feel the soft hairs on her cheeks tickling my nose as I lick & kiss my way along. My imagination runs off as I think about running my tongue gently over her petaled lips, tasting her honey-wine juices, smelling her sweet aroma and forcing her body closer to orgasm. Gently I began running my tongue from her clit, across her lips and upwards into the pear shaped crevice of her ass. I kept thinking about the sounds I would hear as she sucked in her breath with anticipation or relief. 

I thought about how her tight crinkled little hole would feel on my tongue, how it would taste as I began to tickle, lick, then probe her. I thought about the sounds of her moans as she felt my hands on her soft cheeks as I spread them further open so I could work my tongue deeper into her welcoming ass. With greater and greater urgency my right hand slid along my cock as my left hand was playing with my balls and tickling my taint. 

As I was working myself closer to orgasm, my cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the number but something told me to answer it. "Hello" I said with a hoarse voice... "Hey, it's Tiff. Mind if I drop my bags off now? I saw your truck outside so I figured I would stop by." You say. I try quickly to think of an excuse why you can't come in but my mind is full of erotica and no normal thoughts are floating around. "Give me a sec to put away some classifieds," I say and hang up.

Slowly I try to compose myself, trying to give my cock time to lie back down. I pull up my pants and try to hide my hard-on as I walk towards the main door. I see you standing there through the window and think to myself what a great ass you yourself have. Suddenly I catch myself and tell my cock and brain they need to behave, "Now is not the time!" As I open the door, I catch a whiff of your perfume or lotion... I can't tell what it is but the smell certainly doesn't help my current "predicament." I tell you to just throw your bags on the floor and walk into the office. Thinking that you had waited outside, I get to my desk and have to adjust myself. I have been walking hunched back since opening the door, trying to hide my hard-on and keep away any suspicion. I try pushing my cock to the side but realize that isn't going to do it, thinking I had a minute to spare I open my fly and reach into my pants. Grabbing hold of my cock, I reposition myself only to look up and see you staring at me. 

"Oh, don't mind me..." You say with a big old grin on your face. Not being a shy person or bashful, I apologize and explain I had been a bit preoccupied when you called. As I am talking I notice that you are staring at my crotch I then realize I still have my hand in my pants, wrapped around my hardness. 

Pulling my hand out, I apologize again..."Sorry Tiff, I didn't mean to embarrass you or see me like this." 

"Who said I was embarrassed?" you say. With me at a loss for words, you jump in, "So what were you thinking about that got you so worked up?"

Why be bashful now I say to myself. "I was thinking about a woman's sexy ass bent over my desk as I bathed it with my tongue," I say. You smile and turn asking me if I was thinking about a tight ass like yours. This causes my cock to twitch and practically jump out of my still open fly. With you standing there wiggling your ass at me, I didn't even notice that I was rubbing myself through my pants. 

I realize it only when you speak up, "Can I watch you finish?" You say. Never being one to turn down a beautiful woman, nor one that I can stroke my cock in front of I simply undo my belt and let my pants drop to the floor. 

My cock is screaming to get out of my boxer briefs but I have to ask, "are you sure you want to watch me?" 

With a big smile you say, "yes, I want to watch you stroke yourself." Well that is all it takes... I pull my shorts down and sit in my chair. Smiling at you and still staring at your jean-covered ass, I begin running my hand up and down the length of my cock. Knowing that I want you to have the best view possible, I scoot my chair around my desk so that you have a completely unobstructed view of what I'm doing. Not only do you have a great view, but now I was sure to have your undivided attention.

Slowly stroking myself before you, I watch as your facial expressions change over the course of several minutes. With your eyes glued to my cock, I watch your eyes soften, your tongue repeatedly wetting your lips as you bite your lower lip. Seeing these changes, as well as hearing your breathing begin to change, I decide to get a little daring.

As I sit there stroking my cock and fondling my heavy balls, I begin to slowly slide my chair closer to you. Basically every time I shift in my seat to stroke my cock from a different angle or to rub my balls in a different way, I slide my chair forward an inch or two. Rubbing my fingers along my shaft, teasing and taunting my swollen head... gently rolling my balls through my fingers of my left hand, occasionally letting them drift lower to tease my bare taint. The look on your face is priceless when you realize I'm practically sitting on your lap jerking off. You kind of gasp, but apparently I haven't done anything wrong because you take a seat in the chair across from me. A mere foot or so is all that separated us as I keep fucking my hand in front of you. 

Subliminally you are getting fidgety in your seat, which I suppose is understandable, as we have been going at this for almost a half-hour. Fidgety is a good thing because that tells me you are extremely turned on... either that or you have to pee really badly. I go with option one and try to bank on your current state of arousal. "Tiff, will you bend over for me again? I want to look at your ass again." I say. Without even thinking you get up and bend over the chair, looking back at my cock you begin rubbing your hands over your cheeks, to tease me. Even in your jeans I can tell that tight ass of yours would be a delicious little meal, this spurs me on even more as I begin to stroke myself faster.

Soon your own rubbing seems to get to you or maybe it's the combination of watching me and rubbing yourself but you begin to squirm in your seat again, shifting from one knee to the other. I lean my head back and pretend to close my eyes hoping to see you rub your jeaned crotch, you didn't let me down and through 1/2 closed eye lids I see you rub your hand across your clit. "Am I turning you on a little Tiff?" I say as I startle you. As you begin to answer me, I slide my chair forward another inch or so and got ballsy. I reach out with my left hand and rub it along your ass cheek and across your denim covered crack. Whether you mean to or not, you stick your ass out a bit as though you want me to touch you again. 

Still stroking myself, I lean forward and bit your ass lightly while sucking in the scent of your sweet juices. My mind is reeling at 100 mph as I am sure yours is as well. I keep rubbing my hands over your ass, feeling the tightness of your muscular cheeks flexing against my touch. I wanted so badly to see your ass bare, to touch your nakedness and feel the smoothness of your flesh in my hands. You are wiggling your hips as I caress your ass, I can tell you were getting extremely turned on. Every now and then you'll look back and watch my cock for a minute then close your eyes again as though you are drifting back into your fantasy world.

I decide to take things a bit further; I am practically drooling on myself at the thought of running my tongue across your hot flesh. I stand up behind you, lean over and whisper into your ear. "What are you thinking about Tiff, are you turned on? Are you thinking about how hot it would be to feel a warm tongue sliding its way across your taunt cheeks? Does it make your pussy wet, your clit tingle thinking about warm hands caressing your cheeks, a tongue licking and nipping its way along the cleft of your ass? Does it turn you on knowing I want to tongue bathe your asshole, taste it, penetrate it, and probe it with my tongue?" 

You lift your head slightly as you say "yes" with shakiness in your voice that only comes from being so horny you can cry. 

At this point I have to stop stroking myself out of fear I will cum because I too am so turned on. "Show me your ass Tiffany, peel your jeans down and show me that delicious ass of yours. Show me your tasty ass and tell me what to do." I say as I sit back down in my chair. I know it is a long shot but I am hoping you want me to taste you as bad as I want to. Much to my surprise, you reach slowly to the button of your jeans and undo them. Wiggling your hips from side to side you begin sliding them down. I wish you can see the smile on my face as your thong slowly came into view. It's so hot watching your jeans lower and the way your panties frame a path for my tongue to travel on. 

"You can't stop stroking now, I thought I was watching you," you say, startling me out of my hungry trance. As I lick my lips my right hand falls back to my cock but my left hand reaches forward towards your ass. I think I startle us both as our skin touches, my left hand sliding slowly over your ass cheeks. You let out a small moan and turn your head again telling me "kiss it, kiss my ass." Holy hell woman, I never thought you would ask...

Dropping out of my chair, my cock bouncing wildly, I kneel on the floor behind you. Tiff, you have no idea the ass worship you are about to receive or the orgasm(s) I am about to give you... It feels almost electric as my lips come in contact with the tight skin of your ass. I use your thong as an outline to work with and begin kissing and licking my way from your hips down into the cleft of your ass. You moan again as I am thinking to myself how tasty your ass is. Slowly I keep kissing and licking my way along your thong, I work my way to the top of your ass crack, my hands wandering over your cheeks and up your back. 

Starting down the right side, I lick along the fabric teasing your sensitive flesh as I go. You are bent over perfectly and your thong is just narrow enough that as I am kissing my way along I can see the dark outer ring of your asshole. I feel as though it is calling me, begging to be kissed, licked and made to cum. Its cinnamon color is so sexy in contrast to your ass cheeks. 

I pass up my chance to dive right in to your ass and instead keep working my way along the dividing line of your panties. As I am working my way down, the sweet aroma of your juices grabs hold of my nose. Nibble & lick, nibble & lick, I work my way down to a very wet spot in your thong. My god you are so wet right now Tiff, your panties have soaked through and look as though they are about to drip. Not wanting to hesitate, I keep kissing along your panty line but now my licks begin to get a little longer. I am trying to savor every taste of your honey-wine juices as I lick my way along the outer most edges of your satin covered pussy lips. 

Your smell, your taste, the feel of your hot flesh is all overwhelmingly intoxicating. I tickle my way across the fabric guarding your clit from my tongue and begin working my way back up towards the crack of your ass. Higher and higher my lips and tongue climb till I am again smelling and tasting the sweetness of your dark cinnamon ring. I pause for a moment there at the darkened edges of your asshole, still covered by the narrowest parts of your thong. I lick and nip at your anal ring, the sweetness of your most sensitive skin driving me mad with desire. I want so badly to tear your thong to shreds as I devour your tight pucker, but I digress that your teasing and torture are not over yet. Not wanting to wear out my welcome for later, I begin licking my way back up your ass cheeks. I move along your hipbones, up your back to your shoulders and neck. 

I stand up behind you, placing my hands on your hips and lean forward over you. You can feel my erection pressing against your ass and I feel you wiggle a little so my cock is nestled upright between your cheeks. As I lean over I take your ear lobe between my lips and again begin to nibble. You curl your head to the other side and present your neck to me. I accept and lick down towards your shoulder, stopping at the place the soft tissues gather where throat joins shoulder. I lick small circles, and then take that place deep into my mouth; sucking hard and I hear you purr. Your hands move to mine and pull them towards your front. 

You lead me to your breasts and as I cup them I feel your hard nipples right through the thin material. I squeeze your breasts between my fingers, and as I mold them I hump my prick against your thong-covered ass. You hump right back. We stand together for perhaps five minutes, kissing, touching, melding together again. I slide my hands from your breasts up to the top button of your blouse and then get it unbuttoned. My right hand slides inside your blouse and under your bra. I feel your body stiffen as my fingers sought out your nipple. 

When I find it I give it a squeeze and I hear you sucking in air. My tongue slides into your ear, swirling around, tasting you. While my hands finish unbuttoning your blouse I see you reaching between your thighs to touch yourself. I hear your breath catch in your throat as you begin to rub your clit in time with my licking of your neck. 

My hands rise to your shoulders and I take your blouse in my hands. You shrug your arms and all that remains is your bra and panties. You start to turn around, saying "I want to touch you now." 

"No!" I reply, "Stay right how you are." You lean forward and brace yourself on the chair. You don't know what to expect but you know no matter what it is you want it. I nibble the back of your neck and down your spine. I suck at a lower point of a shoulder blade, raising a red welt on your skin. Then, back up to take your other ear lobe between my lips. You feel a bra strap fall forward, then the other. 

With a sharp tug, your bra falls free, I see your nipples are hard with lust. "Tell me Tiff, do you want to cum... Do you want to feel my tongue and lips devouring you as I work you to orgasm... Do you want me to pleasure your clit, to eat your ass, to make your pussy drip?" I whisper in your ear. "Give me a sign Tiff, don't say anything simply give me a sign." As I begin nibbling your shoulders and upper back again you reach to your hips and begin peeling down your thong. I wish you could have seen the look on my face, knowing that in a few moments I would be sending you into a pleasurable abyss. As you peel them down past the bottom of your cheeks into the crook of your knees, I step back from you so I can pull them the rest of the way off.

For the first time, I now see you in all your nakedness. Your taunt ass cheeks, the way your ass crack perfectly separates your cheeks, the way your asshole sits perfectly centered above your beautiful moist pussy. I now see the sexiest sight in the world and smile in satisfaction knowing I am about to eat your ass and pussy till you cum screaming. Unable to control myself anymore I drop down behind your beautiful ass now inches from my face. Massaging your cheeks with my hands I begin to run my tongue up and down your crack. 

You laugh and say something about how insatiable I am. I respond by spreading your cheeks and flicking my tongue across your cute little anus. You settle into a more comfortable position by rising a little and putting your hands against the desk in front of your chair. I continue to lick away at your pucker. I love feeling the little ridges against my tongue. I love forcefully swirling my tongue around and around your anus and then pulling away with only the tip of my tongue barely brushing against your sensitive skin and the fine thin hairs that line your crack. I love hearing you moan with pleasure as I tongue you and finger your clit. 

Your ass may have looked good before but now naked it looks so sensual and inviting. I lean over and lick your pussy from behind driving you wild. Then I have the over powering urge to tongue your beautiful ass so I swipe my tongue from your pussy up and over your tight hole and back to your pussy. You gasp out loud when my tongue touches your naked asshole. I really begin to get into it and grasp both of your curvy ass cheeks and pull them slightly apart so that I can get my tongue in deeper. Probing your pink aperture with my tongue as I insert two fingers in your dripping pussy. You start whimpering, gasping and rotating your ass. Whether it is voluntary or not, your body is telling me you want more. I can tell you want more and I'm ready to give it to you. I lick some more around your rosebud and gradually apply more and more pressure. 

Using the tip of my tongue I push my way into your tight ring. Your breathing deepens in ecstasy as I push in further and wiggle my tongue ever so slightly. You love having your ass tongue-fucked as much as I love doing it to you. As I move my tongue in and out and finger your clit you begin to rotate your hips more insistently. I know you are getting close: I can feel your muscles contracting under my tongue and I can hear your breathing change. Pushing my tongue in one last time your orgasm explodes over you. You cry out with pleasure, a sound I love to hear, as the sensations course through your body. I continue to run my tongue around your anus and between your cheeks as I rub those beautiful mounds of flesh. 

But I want to taste more than swipes of your clit and stabs at your ass. I want to lap up your juices and truly taste you. I pass my lips trough your light brown curls and down into your sex. I'm in heaven. I love how you taste and the sight of your glistening pink flesh. I lap at your pedals and then use the flat part of my tongue on your clit. I can feel you writhe with pleasure as I wiggle your clit back and forth rapidly with my tongue. You love it when I suck your little bud into my mouth and nibble at it with my lips. And I am taking my time. Sometimes I tongue fuck you, sometimes I lick at your pedals, sometimes I let my tongue wander down again to your little pucker and swirl around and around your tight ring. I can tell you're getting closer by the amount of juices that is ending up in my mouth. 

You are wet and I love it. I love the way you taste and it turns you on to know that I am getting intoxicated with you as my tongue, with the gentlest of movements is pushing your whole body towards a rush of intense pleasure. Your hands are reaching back now to spread your own cheeks wide for me. I take that as a sign and begin licking your pussy deeply. I harden my tongue and begin fucking your wet hole as I tickle your ass with my nose. The further I force my tongue into your pussy the farther my nose gets crammed into your asshole. Your taste, your aroma, the feel of your hot flesh on my face is enough to make me start stroking myself again. With one hand on my cock, I start fingering your pussy and rubbing your clit.




A Little Work Related Anal Fun



I take my mouth away from you long enough to say, "wider Tiff, spread yourself open wide for my tongue." Much to my chagrin, you practically rip your cheeks apart with your hands, your asshole winking at me, teasing me in time with the sensations that are running through your clit. Now is my time, now I will take that which I have desired from the first day I saw your ass walking in front of me. I press my face into your buttocks and begin lapping hungrily at your tight hole. 

The sweet taste of your asshole spurs me on as I lap at your anal ring. Short strokes, long strokes, light and heavy, I bathe your asshole sending waves of sensations coursing through your body. You are moaning uncontrollably now, panting like you just ran a PT test, your orgasm only moments away...if I let you cum. 

While I lick around and around your anus I slide my hand under you and resume fingering your clit again. Within moments you are moaning and sighing with pleasure. Why do I love licking a woman's ass? Who knows? I think a tight little rosebud is really cute for one thing. I love the sensation of feeling my tongue move over the sensitive little ridges that meet at its center. It turns me on so much to have my face buried between her cheeks and to hear her moaning with pleasure when the tip of my tongue probes just inside her tight little pucker. More than anything it's knowing that she will absolutely love it when I do this to her... that drives me fucking crazy. 

The sight of your ass in the air, your body fully exposed to me, thrills me deep in my soul. I begin to lick you ferociously from your clit to your rosebud, back and forth again and again. The world around you ceases to exist as the sensations you feel from my fingers & tongue begin the slow roll to orgasm that you are craving. Releasing my cock and your clit, I grab hold of your cheeks and cram my tongue as deep into your ass as I can. I begin pounding my tongue up your ass as though it was my own cock. You reach between your thighs and start rubbing your clit as I cram every bit of my tongue deeper & deeper into your tight hole. "Oh my fucking god," you scream, "Oh fuck I love that!" You shout.

Your pussy is dripping down your thighs; your fingers feel as though they are stroking you a mile a minute, your asshole is squeezing my tongue... Your orgasm is so fucking close I can taste it in your ass. Knowing that you are about to explode, I slide a finger deep into your pussy. As I pull it out, I suck it clean and then slide it in again. This time when I pull it out, I slide it past my tongue and into your ass. Your cinnamon ring is so loose now it is amazing. All of my oral ministrations have you open for any pleasurable business I offer it. 

I bury my finger as deep as my hand will go and begin fingering your dark hole, sawing in and out of you like a hot cock or my hard tongue. While fingering your loose little butthole, I keep licking away at your dark ring while you continue to rub your clit. I now slide 2 fingers into your pussy as I am fingering and eating your ass.

I pull my head away again, I want to see what is happening, I want to see the erotic chaos I have created. Apparently the absence of my tongue was a bad thing. You took it upon yourself to fill the void my tongue had left. With you free hand still on your cheek, you reached far back and ran your hand across your soaked pussy lips. That was enough for me to pull my finger out of your ass for a moment so I could give my aching cock a few strokes. 

I almost came right then when you took your wet middle finger and slid it deep into your own ass. Watching you slide your finger into that delicious rosebud forces my hand to move faster and faster along my cock. I watch with baited breath as you rub your clit and finger your asshole, mere inches from my face. Your aroma is strong in the air, the juices of your pussy and ass still fresh on my lips as I watch you fuck yourself closer and closer to cumming.

It is time Tiffany, it is time to send you over the edge and make you cry out with passion. I lean forward and spit into your ass and slide my own finger in with yours. As we are fingering your asshole together, I dart my tongue around your opened rosebud trying to get a lick in wherever I can. I then release my cock and pull your hand away, watching as your finger slips from your asshole, it gaping momentarily. I then take my own finger and add it to the one currently sliding in and out of you. With a finger from each hand stretching your ass, I begin to force your hole open further. 

I push and pull at your sensitive hole causing your muscle to relax even more. Soon you begin to gape nicely, I swear I can see into your soul... With your clit screaming, your tight ass now loosened from my mind blowing efforts I slide my hands out to your cheeks and bury my face & tongue as deep as I can into your ass.

There it is; it's finally here... Wave after wave of pleasure comes crashing down on you as your orgasm takes over your body. As the first waves of your orgasm run their course, your asshole squeezes hard on my tongue. It feels as though you are trying to swallow my tongue with your ass muscles. Suddenly I feel your body go stiff again and prepare for your next orgasm to hit you. I pull my face out of your ass crack and begin running my tongue from your clit to your anus. Your right leg practically knocks me backwards as it kicks out straight when your muscles involuntarily begin seizing. 

My face is covered in your sweet juices, your honey-wine dripping from my chin and my own saliva mixed with the flavors of your asshole is smeared from one ear to another. I feel you body begin to shake almost violently as yet another orgasm hits you. I watch as you push three fingers into your pussy, past my tongue and urge yourself over the edge. As you are fingering yourself and cumming again, I push two of my fingers into your ass and fuck you as you cum. Your screams of ecstasy are ringing in my ears as your body heaves its way full speed into another orgasm.

Finally you begin to come down, so I gently pull my fingers from your beautifully gaped hole. That's not to say I was done... Rather I started to slowly and softly lap my tongue from your slit to your ass again. Gently bathing you, sucking up your juices and attempting to sustain your peeked level of arousal. 

"Enough, enough, I can't fucking take any more," you say as you push my head away and turn to sit down in your seat. Sweat is literally pouring down your face, your hair a tangled mess, your breath completely out of control as you sit there staring at me. I reach behind me and grab the bottle of water sitting on my desk and hand it to you. Call me crazy but I have a feeling you need a drink! While sitting there watching you calm down, I am lazily stroking my raging cock. I honestly hurt I am so hard. No blue balls bullshit or anything like that, just pure unbridled, pent up lust barring down in the manhood. 

As you slowly come out of the erotic cloud you were in, you see me stroking myself. "You still haven't cum?" You say with what sounded like genuine surprise in your voice. 

"How could I have, I was way too busy savoring your taste and making you cum." I said. 

"Finish for me then. Sit right there and cum for me," you say as you take another long swig of water.

You sure as hell didn't have to ask me twice. I was more than happy to comply with your demands and began stroking my hard cock faster. I knew it wouldn't be long but I wanted to finish myself for you with a little style. I leaned back in the chair, pushing my ass over the edge and began rubbing my balls/taint and even my asshole a little. As I sat there rubbing myself, I said, "touch me, touch me anywhere you want but touch me before I cum." As you put the cap back on the water, you lean forward and run your fingers along the insides of my thighs. You lightly run them up until you make contact with my balls. I could cum right here but I fight my orgasm off with every ounce of energy I have left. I want to see how far you will go to get me to cum and I hope like hell you will do whatever sooner rather than later. 

Apparently you are reading my mind because you shift in your chair and lean forward taking my cock into your hands. Our eyes meet for a few seconds while you rub up the shaft and then you lower your head and mouth onto the sensitive crown of my swollen manhood. I exhale deeply as you go to work on my shaft. You use the flat of your tongue to caress the underside of the head of my cock while your hands continue to move slowly but deliberately up and down my aching dick. Next you take as much of me as you can into your mouth and then slowly suck me off. Your tongue continues to work its magic as your warm wet mouth caresses my sex. "Oh God.... feels so good!" I half moan and half sigh. 

You react to my words by picking up the pace as you suck my cock harder and deeper into your mouth. I continue to sigh and allow my breathing to become more ragged and insistent. My hands are now resting gently on the top of your head. You recognize that this means I am about to unleash my cream and you use all your oral skills to push me over the edge. I feel a primal rush of passion for you when I realize that you want to finish me in your mouth. 

"You need to stop Tiff," I blurt out, "Oh shit, you need to stop...I'm going to fucking cum!" I say but it doesn't seem to phase you. Instead you take a finger from your free hand and wipe it in the pool of spit that has collected on my balls. You gently slide that finger along my taint and begin to tickle and probe at my asshole. Your mouth is driving me head-on into my orgasm but your probing finger is enough to force me over the edge. As my cock starts to pulse, you slide off your chair onto your knees on the floor. You then take as much of me in your mouth as you can and slide your finger completely into my ass. 

"Ohhhhhhhh fuck," is all the words I can get out. You let my cock fall from your mouth only to say, "Cum for me, cum on my tits." I grab a hold of my shaft and pump away, your finger sliding in & out of my ass and my orgasm smashing into me. As the first wave hits me, I point my cock at your gorgeous tits and let loose a torrent of hot juices. Shot after shot splatters on your tits as I feel your finger rubbing my prostate. That throws me overboard again and I suddenly find myself having my first multiple orgasm in years. My legs are shaking like trees in a hurricane as my body loses all control. My cock keeps exploding; cum shooting all over your soft flesh as I cum...and cum hard. Gently you slide your finger from my ass and lean over to kiss the head of my cock.

You sit back up in your chair and hand me the water bottle, "I think you're the one who needs a drink now," you say with a smile on your face. As we are sitting there both relaxing and trying to regain our composure I lean forward to grab your knees. I push them upwards a bit and slide forward while leaning in and running my tongue from your tender ass to your now sore clit. Gently I lick you, with light... long strokes. You know I'm not trying to get you off again but rather I just want to savor your sweet flavor again. You lean back to enjoy it.........



Authors note:

Unfortunately, this is where I woke up. Needless to say I jerked my cock like a man possessed by the devil a few minutes after getting out of bed. I wish I had kept on sleeping so I would have known what had happened next but apparently that was not meant to be. I hope you enjoyed this little peek into my dreams. This was a real dream and it was really fantastic!



A Little Wrestling Match



On Tuesday, I was at the office, just another cubicle rat congregating with the other cubicle rats in the snack area. A couple of the women were talking about how they had been doing a little wrestling among themselves. My ears immediately picked up on this conversation. I found out that there were several women from the office who would participate and that it got a little rough sometimes.

For some reason, that struck me as funny. Cecelia, a co-worker that I have never gotten along with, took offense to this.

"I can kick your ass," she said.

I looked at her: a white woman of about 30, 5'6" and maybe (maybe) 125 pounds with not much up top and a solid-looking butt. I, however, am mid-forties, 6'1" and about 175 pounds. I'm not in great shape, but I don't have a gut, either.

"Did you hear me? I can kick your ass!" she repeated.

This got the attention of the other women in the room.

"I'm bigger and stronger than you are. It wouldn't be a contest," I told her.

"Oh, yeah? Then prove it. If you have the balls for it," she said. The women all went, "Woooooooooo!"

"What are the stakes? Gotta be good," I said.

"Winner gets total obedience," Cecelia said. "Same as always." This drew some more laughs from the women. "And, you'll be playing by our rules."

"Deal."

"You'll get a call on Friday telling you where to go," she said. 

On Friday, after work, I received a call on my cell phone giving me an address. "Bell time is six o'clock!" the voice said. 

"What should I wear?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it, just come as you are."

I arrived at a modest home out in the country. Cecelia met me at the door wearing a white bathrobe. "I was afraid you'd chicken out," she said.

"No way."

She gestured me into the house and I walked into the living room. It had been cleared of furniture and there were eight women from work gathered there. Some were drinking beers, some had glasses of wine, it looked like.

"I thought it was gonna just be the two of us," I said.

"No way. I need to make sure you play by the rules and don't cheat!"

I took off my jacket. I was wearing a short-sleeve shirt, jeans, and hiking boots.

"Stephanie over there has your wrestling gear," Cecelia said.

Stephanie walked over with a small (and I mean very small) wad of black material in her hand. She had a wicked grin on her face.

I held up a pair of Speedo-like briefs. "I'm supposed to wear that?"

"Do you have something to hide?" Stephanie giggled. "Or not have, as the case may be?"

I was definitely not crazy about being in front of a bunch of co-workers wearing such a small garment. This was obvious to everyone in the room.

"Not too late to chicken out," Cecelia said.

"Yes it is," I said as I grabbed the briefs and headed for the back to change.

Once I had undressed and put on the briefs, I was shocked at how little they disguised. Too much butt was hanging out in the back and my bulge in the front was very much on display. They would be able to see way too much of me in them, but it was too late to back out.

When I entered the living room, there were whistles and catcalls and giggles from the ladies. Cecelia was wearing a modest one-piece swimsuit. That was appropriate since she (like me) had a lot to be modest about.

Debbie, a fifty-something secretary from the boss's office, spoke up and said, "Best two out of three falls, pin or submission for the win. No punching or biting or hair-pulling. Other than that, go for it!"

I squared off and faced Cecelia. We moved in and she made a run at me. I side-stepped her rush and grabbed her from behind. I overpowered her and forced her to the floor. I grabbed her behind the knees and lifted her legs into the air with her shoulders on the floor. Debbie came over and counted her out, "One, two, three!"

I felt a big adrenaline rush. I had won the first fall and it wasn't even close. I felt triumphant! I already knew what I was gonna do to old Cecelia when I won the match. Her co-workers were going to get a chance to see her demonstrate her oral skills, up close and personal.

Then I looked at Cecelia: what I saw was sobering. She was way past angry. She'd been beaten way too quickly. She reminded me of those nature shows that show a mama bear protecting her cubs. I knew then that I was in for a fight.

We started toward each other and once we started grappling, neither one of us could gain an advantage. She'd try to get me in a hold and I'd break free. Then I'd try and she'd break free. And, she was getting madder by the second.

Finally, I managed to get behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. I was just getting ready to slam her to the floor and finish this off when I took a sharp kick to the balls. 

I grabbed my crotch and went down. I almost threw up on her. I couldn't breathe and while I was incapacitated, she took me down and got the pin on me. The women all laughed at my predicament and I just wanted to crawl into a hole.

Once I got my breath back, I sat up and tried to pull myself back together. Gwen, a nice middle-aged lady, came up and asked me if my nuts were okay. I couldn't speak and just nodded. 

Finally, I stood up and prepared myself for the final round. Cecelia was still angry, but looking just a little too smug to suit me. I felt like that would be the edge I needed to finish her off. I could feel her lips on my rod already!

We squared off and started grabbing each other. She was stronger than she looked and I was not as strong as I thought I was, but I still felt like I could take her.

She worked her way behind me to try to take me down. She was grabbing at my waist and suddenly I felt a draft. I also heard some giggles and "woo hoo's" from the crowd.

I looked down and my penis was hanging out of the leg opening of my briefs. I reached down and tucked it back in. This gave her an opening to get a better grip on me and force me down to an all-fours position with her on top. 

Once in that position, she grabbed the back of my briefs and gave me the wedgie-to-end-all-wedgies. This did not feel too great after that kick in the balls I'd had earlier.

While I straightened out that problem, I realized that she had figured out a new strategy: instead of attacking me directly, she was attacking my modesty and exploiting the opening it would give her while I tried to undo the damage.

I rolled over with her on top and trying to pin me. As I reached to move her off me, and Debbie was standing by for the count to begin, Cecelia adjusted my briefs enough that my sack fell out (to the cheers and whistles of the crowd). I took the time to put it back and Debbie gave a quick count to two before I got a big rush of adrenaline and managed to get out from under and throw her away from me and get back on my feet.

Cecelia was done. She had zero energy left and my sudden escape had left her reeling. All I had to do was rush her and take her down!

As I started to run to where she was, someone (I think it was Stephanie) stuck out a foot and tripped me. I went down hard face-first and whacked my forehead on the floor. Cecelia laid down on top of me and that was that.

The women were cheering and Cecelia was ecstatic. I felt lucky to be able to stand up. The ladies all gathered around to see what happened next. Cecelia walked up with a great big smirk on her face.

"I told you I could beat your ass!" she cried.

"You had to cheat and you had help doing it, but you won," I said. "Just keep that in mind."

"A win's a win!" she said. "Now, I believe I said 'total obedience.'" She thought for a moment. "Hand over the briefs. I want my trophy!"

The women clapped and whistled and cheered. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and handed the sweaty briefs to Cecelia.

"Not much to see, is there?" Debbie said.

"Step right this way, 'Stud,'" Cecelia said. "I've got plans for you."

I knew it was gonna be tough to face this crowd at work every day after tonight's wrestling match