Who is she? Let me tell you a little about her and then tell you about two small fantasies I have.
First of all, she is a Lady (capital \'L\'). She has graced me with her talent, her works, her pictures, her voice, and her company. Believe me! She\'s a lady! She, herself, has many names. She has shared with me some of her pictures and she is gorgeous and \'stacked\'.
As I\'ve said, she does fit her name. She is beautiful, mature, tanned, intelligent and her face and body are more than just fantastic. Personally, there\'s no one else I\'d rather hear of, see or talk with. not because I want to read what other people say about her talents, but because I want to know more of her. I\'ve always been rewarded by word from her or even more. by photo.
Her breasts are so perfect, like firm ripe peaches surrounded by the most delicate skin. perfect for a warm cheek, and lip. Her nipples are long and perfectly shaded. to take one into my mouth is an ultimate fantasy. And, breasts may be the first high points (pun intended) below her lovely face, but her body goes on, and on, and on. She has those perfect, soft, flat \'abs\' that we all want to enjoy. A tummy that is the softest perfection. to rest weary lips and head upon. Proceeding further \'south\' is the natural tourists\' destination. a soft mound above two of the most sensuous lips that guard the entrance to pussy.
When those lips are opened and that soft hood is raised, a tasty morsel is available to tempt the most serious palate. I dream of warming it further, caressing and \'spanking\' it softly until it is rigid and swollen. and then surrounding it with my lips and drawing it slowly into my mouth to gently suck, roll with my tongue, slide within my lips and graze so gently with my teeth. My dreams continue as I scrub it with the firm flat of my tongue and then slowly fold back her lips and inner folds to expose the curved delicate bottom where I explore fully with that same flattened tongue.
Slowly I begin a sensuous \'tongue fuck\' (I apologize for the crudeness but it fits my desires) and bring my fingers up to help. My hand reaches under her to softly fondle her cheeks and then they part them to expose that other soft entry. Slowly I lubricate the fingers of each hand from her moistened pussy. and tease myself. When thoroughly lubricated, I bring one hand to my lips, and waiting tongue, and taste her sweet syrup before returning for more lubricant. I share with her and then descend once more.
I begin a soft exploration, one finger at a time, into each of those two waiting entries to passion. my one finger slowly circles and lubricates before entering and exploring in its expedition to the back. My other hand\'s fingers slowly tease and then enter her pussy and circle wide to stretch and massage each point around it\'s entry and I gently work downward and inward. I feel her hips responding in their urgency and a soft sound echoes from her mouth.
Both hands are busy now as my tongue returns to her clit. My hands and mouth are busy, but my mind is still picturing those full, warm nipple capped breasts that lie only inches above.
My two fantasies? I can provide a simple description of each, but the actual, fantasies are much longer. Perhaps if there is interest, I will write more later.
We\'ve all seen those chairs that hair stylists use. They are soft cushioned marvels that swivel and tilt back. They have wide seats (perhaps wide enough for two? Almost!). They have armrests and footrests that make them quite enticing to a prurient mind.
I imagine myself as her hairdresser (not gay by any stretch. lasciviously and strictly hetero) when she enters the shop for her weekly \'do\'. Her perfect dark hair is my favorite and I enjoy every inch, but still not as much as I enjoy her. Today she is wearing that tight, pure white button-front blouse that hugs and deviously caresses her wonderful breasts. Below, she is wearing her black, kid-leather mini skirt, and high, black heels. Her calves, too, are mouth-watering as she walks.
I seat her and my eyes rape her, lingering at every spot. I have always dreamed that she wears nothing under that skirt. how could she? There isn\'t a line to mar the perfection of her hips, thighs and sweet-rounded ass. It is hot out and she has unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse and I have the most perfect view of the magnificent cleavage between her breasts. touched by tiny glowing beads of perspiration. Her nipples are challenging the white fabric and perfectly observable. My mouth is already salivating as I swallow before welcoming her with my choked voice.
I seat her and take her order. and my groin is already feeling the pressure of a firm demand. I stand over her and inspect her hair prior to the shampoo. I rotate the chair and her body swirls close to mine. Her head is aligned as I slowly tilt her body back above the basin where the warm water is already running. I stand at her side and lift her hair before lowering it into the sink. The water circles in the basin wetting her hair. the way I want to circle and wet her clit.
I take a small bottle of her favorite shampoo from the shelf and pour it into my hand as I reach to massage her scalp. Her head is perfect in my hands and her hair so silky and sexy. The strain in my back forces me to move a bit closer and then I feel the warmth of her arm through my pants directly beneath my hardened manhood. I jump back and apologize, but she merely smiles below softly closed eyes.
I can\'t lift her head without again coming in contact and her warmth is so intoxicating that this time I leave my hips in place. Her smile returns and I have trouble concentrating on my job. I massage her scalp, running the suds through my fingers and caressing each strand. Finally, I\'m forced to withdraw my fingers and begin the task of rinsing. The water flows so sweetly through her hair as I watch, and as I finish I feel her stir. Her arm moves and I feel an increased pressure on my raging hard-on. She slides her arm back and forth and it takes a moment before I realize that she is enjoying me.
I lean in harder and help the stroking by sliding my hips slightly. She retracts her arm quickly and I\'m afraid that I misunderstood, but then I feel her hand around me through the pants and I\'m happy. I have the curtain pulled around the chair for her privacy. just as with each client.
I\'ve finished the rinsing and pick up a dry towel to wrap her hair before the dryer. As I rotate the chair away from the basin she uses her grip to pull herself close to me and her eyes open. She holds me with one hand as the other unzips me. She reaches within and pulls me out violently and with her head still back and her head tilted sideways, she pulls herself over and kisses my proud member.
Her lips kiss me and her tongue extends for a slight taste. She seems to be pleased as she returns to lavish me with her tongue and my hand has begun unbuttoning her blouse. Her mouth surrounds my eager cock and greedily sucks me in. and my hands have found her bare breasts and they cup each and close on her nipples as they\'re caught between thumb and finger.
Now I can hear the soft noises of her mouth on me and I lower my own to take in a nipple and my freed hand finds the hem of her skirt. She is ravishing me as I reach under and I moan as I realize that indeed she is wearing nothing under that skirt. Her wetness greets me and her legs open as I pull back the skirt.
I am half leaning over her as her legs come back to rest her feet on the seat of the chair and her thighs spread wide. My mouth is salivating so strongly that it adds to her wetness as I bury my face and feel her strong mouth working on me. My tongue tastes her sweetness and begins a labor of its own as it raises and enters beneath her soft hood to locate her clit. Her scent is overpowering and sensuous and it fills my lungs as I\'ve finally found it and plunge my lips around it. Our tongues work in unison as we each strive to satisfy.
I feel her hips rise as her legs tighten thrusting it into me. Her body trembles as I feel the first climax and taste its sweet reward. Again and again I pleasure her and am rewarded in turn. My hips begin a motion of their own as I strive to fill her mouth and throat. I taste her at one end and feel her wetness and soft mouth at the other. My cock is plunging deep and I can feel it enter and leave her throat. With one last lick and one last plunge of my fingers deep within her pussy, I feel myself climaxing.
Immediately her hand comes down to the back of my head, her hips thrust in one last deep push and we explode together. I fill her throat and spill over into her mouth and I retract slightly to allow her a breath as I feel myself tighten again for another surge of seed. She had flushed my face with her sweetness and I work to keep her clean, but her flood is as plentiful as my own.
I can feel her mouth swallowing as I fill her again and again. I can feel her lips and her tongue, and I can hear that soft sustained moan. Her nectar has filled me and spilled over, but I am quick and don\'t want to lose a drop of her precious climax. Finally the raging storm in my loins begins to recede and my surging fountain slows to a stop. I can feel her still lingering as I am, too.
Our passion temporarily sated, I straighten and stand. Her naked lips are beautifully wet and scented as she smoothes her skirt and her breasts are still demanding as she closes the blouse. My hand has closed the zipper after forcing my flaccid, happy member back into its recess.
I return with a warm damp cloth, raise her skirt, and gently clean her before lowering it once more and helping her to stand. Both our legs are wobbly as I pull back the curtain and escort her to the setting booth.
I will write of my second fantasy as time permits - by then I may have two more.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Diversions A Pair of Adventures
Diversions: A Pair of Adventures
(1)Showing off Makes a New Friend
I was at a Panera Breads not that long ago, using my laptop to type my latest story, because my home computer had contracted a virus, and my \'techie\' husband hadn\'t seen fit to repair it yet. It was crowded, and a lot of the tables were occupied by people with laptops, using Panera\'s free wi-fi to get online. I had stopped there on my way home from work, so I was still wearing my work clothes: a short black skirt, a white cotton long-sleeve blouse, and black high heels with ankle straps. More than a few guys had looked approvingly at me, and I was horny, as usual. The time I spent on Literotica didn\'t help; posting and flirting always got me in a more sexy mood.
Two guys came in and sat at the table directly opposite mine, and began to hook up to play some sort of linked online game, by the looks of it. They were both good-looking, one in particular. He was tall, with short, curly dark hair, and blue eyes. He had a nice lean build; the kind I like. The other one was shorter, with blonde hair and glasses; kind of stocky, and more muscular. The taller guy caught my eye and smiled. I returned his with my own, and glanced at them over my monitor screen from time to time, as I typed. They both seemed interested in me and I was feeling naughty, so I let my knees part a couple of inches, just to watch their reactions.
I saw the better-looking one kick the other guy\'s foot and nod my way, so I relaxed my legs a bit more, giving them both a better look at the light blue lacy panties I wore. Their expressions were priceless; they couldn\'t seem to look away. I glanced at them over the top of my screen occasionally and smiled to myself. I was getting very excited, myself, and I knew my panties must show a damp patch by now.
We played this little game for quite a while; me letting my knees part a little, and them alerting one another each time they noticed me, until I began to get bored. Neither one had made a move to speak to me and I had to get home, so, reluctantly, I gathered up my stuff and prepared to leave. First, though, I had to stop and flirt with them just a little more. I guess I just can\'t take rejection!
\So, what are you playing, guys?\ I asked, casually. They named some game that I wasn\'t familiar with. I screwed up my eyebrows and nodded. \I don\'t really do games,\ I said. At least my games, I was thinking, are a lot more intimate! They seemed to be thinking the same thing, or maybe they just thought I was odd, but they both laughed.
\Well, if you ever want to play,\ the dark-haired one said, and left the thought hanging. I jumped on it. Being this close to him, and smelling his cologne, I definitely wanted to play!
\And, how would I find you,\ I asked, and added pointedly, \if, say, I wanted to play with you?\ I winked at him then, and his friend began fishing for a pen.
\Here,\ he said, looking up at me. He began to write on a napkin. \My name\'s Don. This is my number. Brian\'s is\ He was writing rapidly, as if he thought I might change my mind.
\Hi, Brian,\ I said, looking at the brunette guy. \I\'m Tori.\ I hoped I sounded sexy. Don handed me the hastily scrawled note, and I put it in my blouse pocket without looking at it, or him. My eyes were on Brian, and I checked him out, top to bottom, without any attempt to be discreet.
\I\'ve got an hour to kill,\ I said. \Maybe we could still play a game or two.\ His eyes immediately turned down, and I knew I\'d struck out. He looked at his watch pointedly.
\I\'m sorry,\ he said. \My girlfriend gets off work in fifteen minutes. I have to pick her up.\ He looked up at me apologetically, and smiled a sad smile. It was cute and sexy, and I could read the dejection in those eyes, so I gave him some hope.
\Can I still keep your number?\ I asked, and he smiled a little wider and said, \Sure.\ I patted the pocket over my left breast as I turned to leave and said, \Well, at least you got this close.\ I looked at Don, then. \Both of you,\ I said, not wanting to leave him feeling ignored, and I smiled sweetly at him.
Still, as I was walking out, knowing they were watching me, I couldn\'t stop saying, \Dammit!\ to myself. Now I was really horny! That was on a Thursday
On Saturday, my husband announced he was going to the USC/UCLA game with a few of his buddies. Brian\'s number in my purse had been like a hot coal the last couple of days. I\'d taken it out and looked at it numerous times. On what was not really an impulse, I dialed it as soon as Gary left the house. Brian\'s girlfriend answered.
Her voice was cold when she heard another female ask for her boyfriend. \Yes, he\'s here,\ she said. \What is this concerning?\ It was plain to see she wasn\'t going to put him on with me.
\Oh, he left something at Panera Breads the other day,\ I said, trying to sound official. \It may be important. If he wants it, he\'d better get down here before my manager throws it away.\
I heard the muffled sound of the phone being covered by her hand, but her words were unmistakable. \Some girl says you left something at Panera\'s the other day,\ I could make out. Then, \What were you doing there?\
I was thinking, Bitch! Let him do what he wants, when he\'s away from you! Then she came back on the line. \Okay,\ she said, and breathed heavily into the phone; a sound that made it known that she didn\'t appreciate the interruption. \Thank you.\ Then she slammed the phone down. I smiled. Bitch.
I got to Panera as fast as I could. It was fairly early, but already crowded with the morning coffee and Danish people. I found my little table from the other day unused, though. Good. I wanted him to be able to find me easily. Sure enough, within 10 minutes he was walking toward me.
God, I was thinking. He looks good! With a pair of tight, torn jeans and a flannel shirt with the sleeves ripped off, he looked like he stepped right off a Chippendales calendar. His blue eyes were on me steadily, and I felt the familiar stirring in my core. I knew I was gonna get fucked soon!
I wore a short denim skirt and a white sleeveless stretch top. No bra. White thong panties, which I hoped not to be wearing for long. They were already feeling damp! I smiled up at him as he approached me.
\Hi,\ I said brightly, rising. \I was wondering if you got\
He bent over me as soon as he was close enough, and his mouth went straight to mine. His arms went around my waist, and we kissed. He pulled me into him, and I let him. I was halfway standing, with the table between us, and if he\'d wanted to lay me down over that table and have his way with me right there, I\'d have let him!
Oh my god. He was a good kisser! His lips crushed mine, but not hard enough to hurt; just hard enough to let me know that my mouth belonged to his. I opened my lips just a little, and his tongue probed between them. It tasted heavenly.
Finally, it ended; too soon. \Hello again,\ he said, chuckling. His voice was deep and masculine, and I was definitely wet.
We chatted for a few minutes, during which I gave him my name. \Well, Tori,\ he said softly, \want to go for a ride in my car?\ I smiled and gripped his arm, and asked him how long we\'d be gone. When he asked me how long I had, I just whispered into his ear.
\How many condoms do you have?\
We didn\'t go far. I asked him to drive just to the back of the parking lot, and we parked, facing the woods. He drives a big black Ford Explorer, with reclining front seats. He reached across me and lowered my seat to a nice angle, then started to kiss me. What a kisser he was! Before long, we were both breathless with need, and I was yanking at his shirt, unzipping his jeans and tugging them down his hips. He reclined his own seat, then, and I told him to wait, and to just watch me. I wanted to strip for him. He held his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as I began to undress. \All of it,\ he said, as I pulled my top off over my head. \Everything. I want you totally naked.\
Oh my god, what a turn-on! He just sat there, playing with that big cock, watching me. I laid my top on the console and looked at him. \The skirt?\ I teased. He nodded, and I slipped the zipper and shimmied it down my legs. Now I wore only tennis shoes and my white thong. I leaned back and put one foot up on the dash, watching his hand slide slowly up and down on his cock. It looked so good! After posing sexily for him for a moment and teasing myself through the panties, I wanted to go down on him. He could take my panties off, I decided.
Turning and leaning over him, I kissed him deeply. His hands went to my breasts, and I shivered at his touch. My nipples were on high alert. He stimulated them as we kissed, and I rubbed myself against that rigid cock. Then I slipped down his body and took it into my mouth.
It was a nice size, thick and fairly long. I liked the way it stretched my lips as I cupped the head in my mouth, teasing the helmet with my tongue. I felt his hands go to my head, and his fingers threaded into my hair. I love that feeling; the feeling that he has the power to slam my face down onto him at any moment!
He was gentle, though, and I set my own pace, slowly bobbing up and down on his twitching member. His hips began to move, thrusting gently up into my mouth, and his hand slipped into the front of my panties. I gasped when his finger curled up into me, and squirmed when he began to finger-fuck me.
\Oh, god!\ His finger moved deeper. I could hear its squishing sounds as it worked my sopping pussy, faster and harder. He was getting more and more excited as I sucked him. Finally, though, he got so aggressive that it became uncomfortable for me. I pulled off his cock, put my hand on his chest, and told him to sit back and watch.
\This is how to play with a girl\'s pussy,\ I said, leaning against the passenger door and pulling my knees up. I slid my panties slowly off, watching his face and the movement of his hand. Then I spread my knees apart and began to tease my cunt lips, sliding one finger up and down my furrow, and clenching my thighs together around my hand. After a few minutes of this, I began to breathe harder.
\Oooooh,\ I panted, laying back on the seat and spreading my thighs. \Ooooooh, yeah.\ Having him watch me was a tremendous turn-on, and I was getting closer and closer. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the pleasure my own fingers were bringing me. Using two fingers of my left hand to spread myself wide, bringing my clit to the fore, I stroked across it with my right. When I opened my eyes again, I saw he was stroking himself harder, and it caused an instant spike in my own pleasure. My climax was imminent, and I stabbed two fingers into my sopping pussy, rubbing my palm over my throbbing clit.
\Oh, god!\ I moaned. \I\'mI\'m gonna cummmmmmm.\ I was there. I felt myself release, sudddenly, and my hand was flooded with warm fluid.
I cut my eyes toward Brian. He was taking long firm strokes on his cock, watching me climax for him. I worried he\'d ejaculate, and I wouldn\'t have a chance to enjoy it, but at the moment I was powerless to stop my own orgasm. It rolled through me like a thunderstorm, until finally I collapsed back into the seat, out of breath.
\Oh my god, Tori.\ His voice was hoarse. I could hear his excitement in it. \That was fuckin\' awesome!\ he gushed, leaning toward me to kiss me again. I took his lips and tongue, welcoming them into my hungry mouth, and waited for my heart rate to slow down as we made out.
It didn\'t slow, much. I only got more excited. \Give me a condom,\ I ordered, and he pulled one from the pocket in his door. I rolled it quickly over his throbbing length. \In the back seat,\ I panted, and rolled over to climb over my seat into the back. I only got halfway over, though, before his hands gripped my waist. He held me, my belly on the headrest, as he climbed up and over me.
\No you don\'t,\ he growled. \I want you right here.\
I hung halfway over the seat, my legs quivering in anticipation, as he yanked his jeans down over his thighs while holding me with one hand on the small of my back. \Oh, god, sweetie,\ I moaned. \Please hurry.\ He did, and I felt him at my pussy, parting my labia with the head of his cock. Suddenly he thrust forward, and I was pinned to the seatback by his body, his big dick deep inside me. I gasped, and begged him to fuck me quickly. He laughed. He didn\'t have any intention of doing that.
He began a series of long, slow thrusts, pulling almost out of me and then sinking almost to my cervix as he pushed forward. I went crazy, loving the feeling of his cockhead splitting me apart as he drove into me. I could feel another climax coming, soon, and I begged him to fuck me.
\Ooooooh, yes!\ I urged. \Just like that! Oh, god.HARDER!\ He continued to slide lazily in and out of my pussy, and I chased my orgasm relentlessly. His rhythm was driving me mad as I clenched my muscles around his cock, trying to get him to speed up. \Fuck me!\ I yelled, over and over, but he continued to thrust slowly; deeply. His hands moved from my waist up under my arms, and when he reached my breasts, they closed around them, his fingers surrounding my nipples. That did it.
\Oh, god!\ I gasped, as I felt another climax upon me. \Ohhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhh!\ My body bucked beneath his, and still he fucked me at that same pace, even as I flooded his cock with my cum. I was thrashing wildly, my cunt contracting around him and my hips rocking against the seat, moaning \Ogod, ogod\ over and over, until I exhausted myself and collapsed onto the seatback again. Still he fucked me.
Another ten minutes and another screaming orgasm later, he began to move more aggressively. I knew from his motions that he was getting close, and I clamped down on him with my exhausted pussy. He sped up, beginning to moan.
\Oh, fuck!\ His voice was low and intense, and I could feel him grow inside me. Suddenly he thrust forward, harder, and I felt him fill the condom with his first burst of semen. Several more thrusts followed, each accompanied by a low groan from him. My pussy clenched convulsively, milking his seed from him.
At last he collapsed onto my back. His cock filled me completely, and I arched my back, taking it slightly deeper, before he could start to wilt. It felt so good! My pussy was still humming with new-found pleasure, and I moved my hand under my groin.
\O-o-o-o-o-h\ I moaned, my voice trembling, as my fingers found my clit. It was alive with sensation, and I began a series of little climaxes as soon as I began to stroke it with my fingernail. They built steadily, and I moved my hips under him. He helped, pulling and rolling my nipples with his fingertips, and soon I was bucking wildly again, thrusting my hips against the seatback. I could feel him being squeezed out, as my pussy contracted in pleasure, but it only added to the sensation.
Then a very nice thing happened. His cock began to grow again, filling out the condom as he got aroused by my stimulation of my own body. \Oh, fuck yeah!\ he growled. \Cum for me, baby!\ He began to thrust again; at first tentatively, like before, then harder. He murmured sexy, nasty things in my ear as I reached for my climax.
\That\'s it, baby. Cum for me! Be my slut. Be my dirty little slut! Bitch!\
I went into overdrive when he talked to me like that. It just excited me so. I screamed my pleasure out loud as he fucked me, now ramming his cock harder and harder into me. My pussy gushed, and I howled through yet another mind-numbing orgasm. He pounded me relentlessly throughout, calling me nasty names, and I went from one gushing climax to another. I thought my heart would give out!
Finally, he came again. I could feel the poor condom attempting to cover the head of his dick, even as he filled it with another slimy load. When he pulled free of me, the rubber lay just inside my pussy walls, it\'s precious load oozing out and onto the seatback. I took a deep breath as he rolled from me, and then carefully pulled the overworked condom from my dripping hole. He dropped it out his window and began to pull his jeans back up over his thighs.
\No, don\'t,\ I said, eyeing the shiny length of his cock. \Let me clean you first.\
He looked askance at me as he was yanking his jeans upward. \No you don\'t,\ he said again, but this time he wasn\'t saying it in that sexy growl. He laughed, \If I let you do that, we\'ll be here all afternoon!\
I pouted, watching him, and murmured, \Works for me,\ but he was not to be swayed. He pulled me to him and we kissed, but he refused to give in to my exploring tongue or hands, telling me at last that he and his girlfriend had just had sex when I called.
\That explains your stamina,\ I told him, \and why she sounded like such a bitch.\ He laughed and kissed me again.
\No,\ he said. \She is a bitch.\
As Brian drove me back to Panera\'s to get my car, he asked if he could have my phone number. I refused, telling him I was married. He didn\'t seem too surprised, but asked if we could meet again.
\One never knows,\ I said, trying to sound noncommittal, but a week later I was calling him again. I\'m getting very well acquainted with the interior of the Ford Explorer!
(2)Showing off Makes a Pair of New Friends
It was my lunch break at the retail store where I work, and I had taken lunch in the mall, as I often do. The little wrought-iron tables offer a great place to hang out and check out the guys, and there were lots of people to look at.
\Hey, Tori,\ I heard. It was Matt, one of the stockboys from my store. He was walking up to me, and I smiled and told him hello. He\'s a cutie; only 18 or 19, with a tight young surfer body. He and I had surfed together once or twice, and we even made out once, afterwards, when he offered to let me sit in his car to warm up. I hadn\'t had much to do with him lately, though he came by my kiosk in the store to flirt almost daily. With him was Benjamin, another of the stockboys. I had only spoken to Ben once, when I asked him to remove some cardboard boxes that I had unpacked, but I\'d noticed him around. He seemed to be staring at me an awfully lot.
Matt asked if they could sit with me. I told them there were three empty chairs, and to take their pick. He and his friend sat down, and I went back to watching guys. They mostly just watched me, I noticed. Finally, Matt spoke.
\So, you gettin\' any lately?\ he asked, clumsily. Ben laughed, and muttered \Dufus\ under his breath. I smiled at him, and told him things could always be better.
\It\'s not hard to fix, though,\ I said, and motioned with my head. \Go sit over at that table,\ I told them, \and watch.\ They got up and moved, then turned to me questioningly. I didn\'t look at them, but watched a couple of guys walking my way. When I saw one of them glance at me, I slowly opened my legs a couple of inches. I was wearing my usual short skirt, this time a blue one, and when I sit it barely covers my crotch. It sure caught his eye, and he suddenly couldn\'t look away. He put his hand on his buddy\'s arm and stopped him, as if he wanted to tell him something.
I had to smile. Guys are so easy! I love showing off this way in public, and I knew Matt and Ben were getting a good look, too. I glanced at them to make sure, and confirmed it. They were staring intently at me, and looked like they were trying to force my knees farther apart by sheer will power. It didn\'t even take that.
The two guys were standing about 20 feet from me, talking and looking over their shoulders at me from time to time. I spread my legs a bit more, crossing my ankles. Their eyes were boring a hole in me! I sometimes do this with no panties, but today I was wearing a black thong. It dawned on me that it probably looked like I was bare, and I smiled at Matt as his eyes seemed to be dissecting my private parts. He didn\'t even notice my smile, but Ben did, and returned it. That bit of intimacy between us got me excited! My mind began to work.
Eventually, I began to tire of this, and wrapped my yogurt cup in a napkin and stood up. The two guys left almost immediately, the show over for them. I didn\'t want it to end for Matt, though, and especially not for Ben. That little cutie had me all hot and bothered, just with his naive smile! I walked over to their table.
\I\'ve gotoh, 45 minutes left on my lunch break,\ I said. They waited to see where I was going with this, and I continued. \I thought I\'d go check out that stock room where you guys keep the extra stock for the Home department.\ I winked at Ben. \You knowwith the beds, and the blankets and stuff\
Ben looked bewildered, but Matt picked right up on what I was saying, and stood up immediately.
\Oh, yeah,\ he said slowly, hitting Ben\'s arm with his hand. \The bedding room. Right? The one with the lock?\ Ben\'s face began to register some understanding, apparently, because it got suddenly red. I smiled. That was so cute! I really, really liked Ben. Grabbing my purse, I told them to come with me.
Matt unlocked the door and urged me and Ben inside, looking both ways before shutting and locking the door behind him. I asked him who else had the key, and he told me that only the other stockboy and the store manager had it.
\Well, maybe you\'d better put something against it,\ I said, and then took the opportunity to tease him a little. \Ben and I have something we have to take care of, and we wouldn\'t want anybody walking in on us. Would we, Ben?\ I asked, looking at the other boy. He looked absolutely panic-stricken, and Matt laughed, behind me.
\So I get to watch, then?\ he asked, coyly. I smiled and waited until he\'d jammed a pallet of ceramic pottery against the door and turned back to me.
\Or, something\ I said, with a wicked smile. \But, first you\'ll have to help us get this mattress away from that wall.\
I stood aside and let Matt and Ben wrestle the mattress and box spring into the middle of the room, then flipped the light switch to off. Matt said, \Hey, what\'re you doin?\ but I shushed him quickly.
\Just setting the mood,\ I said softly. \I like a little ambience when I get naked.\ You could have heard a pin drop in the darkness!
I asked if either of them had a lighter, but neither did, so I fumbled in my purse. I knew I had one. Once I got it lit, I asked Matt if there were any candles in here, and his grin was unmistakable. \Only about 40 boxes of them,\ he said, taking my lighter and going off towards the other end. I took the opportunity to feel through my purse again, and found three familiar-feeling foil-wrapped packages. I dropped them on the floor at the foot of the mattress.
\Ben, come here,\ I whispered, and he moved over to me. I found him in the darkness and ran my hands up to his head, where I ran my fingers through his longish hair. \You can kiss me now,\ I prompted, and he did. He was tentative, and that was nice. His hands finally found their way around my waist, and I let him pull me closer as his kisses got bolder. Soon he was pulling me into him harder. His tongue found mine, and we kissed passionately for a few moments, then he pulled me toward the bed.
I pushed him back on the bed, and followed him down. I could feel a satisfying hardness between his legs as I settled on top of him, kissing him again, and I squirmed against it. He moaned, \Oh, Tori,\ as I ground my sex against it, slipping my hips between his thighs. His breath was ragged with need. Soon Matt came back with some candles, one lit.
\Oh, yeah,\ he said, seeing us on the bed. Then he asked where I wanted the candles placed. I told him one was enough, and to put it on top of some boxes, away from the bed. It made a nice, soft flickering light in the narrow room.
\Now, sit,\ I told Matt, and he took a seat on the bed next to us. Much to Ben\'s disappointment, I kissed Matt briefly and then stood up, but he smiled when I reached for the first button on my blouse. I held his gaze as I slowly worked the buttons loose, one at a time. Matt, I noticed, lay back on the mattress and began to undo his pants. Ben was frozen, watching me, but his erection was apparent.
Once I had my blouse and bra off, I reached for Ben\'s zipper. Matt already had himself out, and was fondling his cock as he watched me with eager eyes. \This is my favorite part,\ I told them, as I revealed Ben\'s cock. My eyes must have widened when I saw it; it was long, and pretty thick.
Ben seemed almost embarrassed by his own erection, but when I bent over and took the head of it in my mouth, he sighed deeply and raised his hips. I swallowed as much of it as I could take, licking the underside of his shaft as I did. He groaned loudly.
\Oh, godTori,\ he breathed, as my hand closed around the base of his cock. I pumped it a couple of times, gently, and turned to Matt as I slipped down to my knees between the two boys. I was so wet, seeing them there; their naked cocks twitching and waiting for me! Matt was throbbing as I took him into my mouth, and he, too, sighed.
\Aw, fuck,\ was all he said, but he began thrusting his hips upward as I took him almost to the balls. I put my hand on his belly to slow him down, and moved my head slowly up and down, savoring the feel of his sex in my throat. He relaxed a bit, and I sucked him slowly in and out, as I listened to his sighs.
My other hand traveled slowly up and down Ben\'s cock as I sucked Matt. alternated between them for a while, sucking one while I stroked the other. Ben seemed to be the most excited. His hips were shaking. I could tell he was getting close, so I pulled away, finally, and stood up to remove my skirt.
Matt chuckled. \Oh, yeah, Tori,\ he urged. \Strip for us.\ There wasn\'t much stripping left to do, but I dropped my skirt and turned around, posing for them in my thong as I looked over my shoulder at them. I hooked my thumbs in the sides.
\Should I?\ I teased, and they both groaned. Matt, as usual, had words of encouragement for me as I slowly slid them down over my hips.
\Holy fuck, Tori,\ he said. \Your ass is unbelievable!\
I smiled to myself as I slid the panties off, and bent at the waist to work them over the straps of my heels. I like to keep my shoes on; it\'s one of my fetishes. I also retrieved the condoms I\'d dropped there, and showed them to the boys as I turned around.
\Anyone up for a little fun?\ I asked, and moved onto the bed between them. They turned to me as I rolled over, both cocks satisfyingly hard and hot as they lay against my thighs. Matt was the first to reach for a condom, and I turned to Ben as Matt was pushing his pants down and off his legs.
\Looks like you get this end,\ I said, and kissed him. He lay back obediently, pulling me over onto him. I moved to my hands and knees over him and took his cock in my mouth again, presenting my pussy to Matt as I spread my knees apart. Matt was behind me in seconds, wrapped and ready. I felt his cock head nudge my lips apart, and I waited for that first satisfying plunge. His hands went to my waist, then, and I gasped as he split the folds of my sex.
Ben began pushing his pants down his hips as I sucked his cock, my head rocking with Matt\'s movements behind me. It was such a nice thick cock, filling my mouth completely, and I tongued the ridges and veins as I worked it in and out. Matt\'s hands on my waist were possessive, pulling me back onto his cock and pushing me forward, almost off it, as his hips reared back. I felt a familiar twinge deep at my core, and I knew, with this much stimulation, I would cum soon.
Sure enough, within minutes I was winding up toward a monumental orgasm. My pussy grasped Matt\'s pounding cock tightly, and my mouth couldn\'t get enough of Ben\'s thick meat. I knew they were both getting off on watching me, and Matt was nearing his own climax, from the feel of his thrusts. He slammed harder into me, grunting now and bringing my pleasure to a new peak, and suddenly I was there.
\Ohhhhh, god!\ I yelled, tearing my mouth from Ben\'s throbbing organ as a flush spread through me. Matt was like a machine behind me, pummeling me relentlessly as I came, and I gushed fluid around his member, gasping and moaning. He came shortly after I did, just as I was winding down, and I heard his hoarse grunts as I felt him fill the condom with his seed. The twitching of his organ inside me pushed me into another, smaller climax, and I moaned my pleasure softly. His hands on my waist held me tightly as he pumped into me, over and over, until he was spent.
Once he released his grip, I could concentrate on Ben again. I felt around until I found another condom, then tore the wrapper with my teeth. I handed the rubber to him, telling him to put it on. \I want to watch you,\ I said, taking in the sight of him rolling it over the shiny head of his cock, and down that thick shaft.
Once he was covered, I climbed up over him, and, reaching beneath me, guided him into me as I sat down. \Oooooh, yeah,\ we moaned together, as I took him in, inch by precious inch. He was thicker than Matt, and the position made him seem much longer, too. He filled my narrow pussy extremely well, stretching my lips nicely, and tickling my cervix. I began to rock over him, slowly.
\God, Tori,\ he moaned, his voice sounding strangled. \That feels so good!\ I could only moan my agreement. Reaching for his hand with mine, I put it on my breast as I rocked forward and backward, and he took the hint, putting both hands on my breasts and fondling my nipples as I fucked him. The stimulation urged me on, and I felt another climax building soon.
\Oh, yeah. That\'s it,\ I coached, as his fingers pulled and rolled my nipples, and my hips sped up, taking him in and out faster. I was getting near, already; I could feel it, deep inside me. \Oh, yeah!\ His cock hit the places that counted, and my well-stimulated clit was sending little sparks out through my whole body. When I leaned forward, his thick shaft rubbed against my hood, and I started to vibrate inside. I stepped up my movements.
\Oh-h-h-h-h\ I moaned loudly, riding his dick like a pleasure horse. \Oh-h-h-h-h god!\ His fingers twisted and pulled at my nipples, and he bucked his pelvis up and down, turning the sparks into full-fledged lightning bolts, and I felt myself begin to flow again as my orgasm hit, hard.
I moaned loudly. \OhhhhhhGOD!\ My body spasmed over and around his cock as he kept driving it upward, fucking me through my climax and beyond. I couldn\'t stop cumming, even when my body wanted to give out. Ben seemed to have amazing stamina. His hips pistoned tirelessly as he held me, shaking and moaning, until I literally collapsed onto him, and then he rolled me over, never breaking his rhythm, and continued to pound into me as I lay spread-eagled beneath him. I could hear Matt\'s voice urging him on.
\That\'s it, man,\ he said. \Fuck her good! Yeah!\ I rolled my eyes over at him, and I could see he was hard again, stroking himself and watching us. Whew! I thought. That\'s the best thing about fucking younger guys. They were always ready to go again.
By the time Ben filled his own condom, Matt had donned another, and was urging me to roll over onto my knees. He liked taking me from behind, apparently, and did so with a new gusto. I was all too eager to go along for the ride, and I got another major orgasm out of it. When Matt showed up with his second hard-on, I didn\'t think I had any more condoms, so I told him to lie back, and got over him, sixty-nine style.
To my delight, his tongue was as tireless as his cock, and by the time he filled my throat with his cream, I\'d managed a few more orgasms. I lay gasping, my thighs on either side of his face, and still he licked me until I begged him to quit.
\You guys are gonna kill me,\ I laughed. Oh, but what a way to go! By the time we\'d gotten ourselves dressed and the room rearranged, it had been well over an hour, and I was trying to come up with an explanation for my lunch running over.
\No problem,\ Matt said. \I\'ll tell them I misplaced my keys, and I got you to let us onto the dock, so I could load your stock. I\'ve already got it ready to go.\
I kissed them both once more, and swore them to secrecy before letting Ben go check outside. Matt was only too happy to stay behind with me, and his hand went to my ass as Ben cleared the door. I pushed it away, giving him an admonishing look.
\Matt,\ I said, sternly. \I really, really liked today,\ I told him, \but it can\'t happen all the time, you know. If one person sees your hand on my ass, we\'re both fired.\ He looked properly chastised, and apologized.
\Does that mean you won\'t\ he said, and I shushed him with a quick kiss.
\It means\ I said slowly, looking him in the eyes, \that I really, really enjoyed today. That\'s all it means, right now. Next time you see me in the mall, check under my table.\
I adopted a Chinese accent. \You might find the prize you seek, grasshopper,\ I said, and laughed.
We were both laughing when Ben yanked the door open and urged us out.
(1)Showing off Makes a New Friend
I was at a Panera Breads not that long ago, using my laptop to type my latest story, because my home computer had contracted a virus, and my \'techie\' husband hadn\'t seen fit to repair it yet. It was crowded, and a lot of the tables were occupied by people with laptops, using Panera\'s free wi-fi to get online. I had stopped there on my way home from work, so I was still wearing my work clothes: a short black skirt, a white cotton long-sleeve blouse, and black high heels with ankle straps. More than a few guys had looked approvingly at me, and I was horny, as usual. The time I spent on Literotica didn\'t help; posting and flirting always got me in a more sexy mood.
Two guys came in and sat at the table directly opposite mine, and began to hook up to play some sort of linked online game, by the looks of it. They were both good-looking, one in particular. He was tall, with short, curly dark hair, and blue eyes. He had a nice lean build; the kind I like. The other one was shorter, with blonde hair and glasses; kind of stocky, and more muscular. The taller guy caught my eye and smiled. I returned his with my own, and glanced at them over my monitor screen from time to time, as I typed. They both seemed interested in me and I was feeling naughty, so I let my knees part a couple of inches, just to watch their reactions.
I saw the better-looking one kick the other guy\'s foot and nod my way, so I relaxed my legs a bit more, giving them both a better look at the light blue lacy panties I wore. Their expressions were priceless; they couldn\'t seem to look away. I glanced at them over the top of my screen occasionally and smiled to myself. I was getting very excited, myself, and I knew my panties must show a damp patch by now.
We played this little game for quite a while; me letting my knees part a little, and them alerting one another each time they noticed me, until I began to get bored. Neither one had made a move to speak to me and I had to get home, so, reluctantly, I gathered up my stuff and prepared to leave. First, though, I had to stop and flirt with them just a little more. I guess I just can\'t take rejection!
\So, what are you playing, guys?\ I asked, casually. They named some game that I wasn\'t familiar with. I screwed up my eyebrows and nodded. \I don\'t really do games,\ I said. At least my games, I was thinking, are a lot more intimate! They seemed to be thinking the same thing, or maybe they just thought I was odd, but they both laughed.
\Well, if you ever want to play,\ the dark-haired one said, and left the thought hanging. I jumped on it. Being this close to him, and smelling his cologne, I definitely wanted to play!
\And, how would I find you,\ I asked, and added pointedly, \if, say, I wanted to play with you?\ I winked at him then, and his friend began fishing for a pen.
\Here,\ he said, looking up at me. He began to write on a napkin. \My name\'s Don. This is my number. Brian\'s is\ He was writing rapidly, as if he thought I might change my mind.
\Hi, Brian,\ I said, looking at the brunette guy. \I\'m Tori.\ I hoped I sounded sexy. Don handed me the hastily scrawled note, and I put it in my blouse pocket without looking at it, or him. My eyes were on Brian, and I checked him out, top to bottom, without any attempt to be discreet.
\I\'ve got an hour to kill,\ I said. \Maybe we could still play a game or two.\ His eyes immediately turned down, and I knew I\'d struck out. He looked at his watch pointedly.
\I\'m sorry,\ he said. \My girlfriend gets off work in fifteen minutes. I have to pick her up.\ He looked up at me apologetically, and smiled a sad smile. It was cute and sexy, and I could read the dejection in those eyes, so I gave him some hope.
\Can I still keep your number?\ I asked, and he smiled a little wider and said, \Sure.\ I patted the pocket over my left breast as I turned to leave and said, \Well, at least you got this close.\ I looked at Don, then. \Both of you,\ I said, not wanting to leave him feeling ignored, and I smiled sweetly at him.
Still, as I was walking out, knowing they were watching me, I couldn\'t stop saying, \Dammit!\ to myself. Now I was really horny! That was on a Thursday
On Saturday, my husband announced he was going to the USC/UCLA game with a few of his buddies. Brian\'s number in my purse had been like a hot coal the last couple of days. I\'d taken it out and looked at it numerous times. On what was not really an impulse, I dialed it as soon as Gary left the house. Brian\'s girlfriend answered.
Her voice was cold when she heard another female ask for her boyfriend. \Yes, he\'s here,\ she said. \What is this concerning?\ It was plain to see she wasn\'t going to put him on with me.
\Oh, he left something at Panera Breads the other day,\ I said, trying to sound official. \It may be important. If he wants it, he\'d better get down here before my manager throws it away.\
I heard the muffled sound of the phone being covered by her hand, but her words were unmistakable. \Some girl says you left something at Panera\'s the other day,\ I could make out. Then, \What were you doing there?\
I was thinking, Bitch! Let him do what he wants, when he\'s away from you! Then she came back on the line. \Okay,\ she said, and breathed heavily into the phone; a sound that made it known that she didn\'t appreciate the interruption. \Thank you.\ Then she slammed the phone down. I smiled. Bitch.
I got to Panera as fast as I could. It was fairly early, but already crowded with the morning coffee and Danish people. I found my little table from the other day unused, though. Good. I wanted him to be able to find me easily. Sure enough, within 10 minutes he was walking toward me.
God, I was thinking. He looks good! With a pair of tight, torn jeans and a flannel shirt with the sleeves ripped off, he looked like he stepped right off a Chippendales calendar. His blue eyes were on me steadily, and I felt the familiar stirring in my core. I knew I was gonna get fucked soon!
I wore a short denim skirt and a white sleeveless stretch top. No bra. White thong panties, which I hoped not to be wearing for long. They were already feeling damp! I smiled up at him as he approached me.
\Hi,\ I said brightly, rising. \I was wondering if you got\
He bent over me as soon as he was close enough, and his mouth went straight to mine. His arms went around my waist, and we kissed. He pulled me into him, and I let him. I was halfway standing, with the table between us, and if he\'d wanted to lay me down over that table and have his way with me right there, I\'d have let him!
Oh my god. He was a good kisser! His lips crushed mine, but not hard enough to hurt; just hard enough to let me know that my mouth belonged to his. I opened my lips just a little, and his tongue probed between them. It tasted heavenly.
Finally, it ended; too soon. \Hello again,\ he said, chuckling. His voice was deep and masculine, and I was definitely wet.
We chatted for a few minutes, during which I gave him my name. \Well, Tori,\ he said softly, \want to go for a ride in my car?\ I smiled and gripped his arm, and asked him how long we\'d be gone. When he asked me how long I had, I just whispered into his ear.
\How many condoms do you have?\
We didn\'t go far. I asked him to drive just to the back of the parking lot, and we parked, facing the woods. He drives a big black Ford Explorer, with reclining front seats. He reached across me and lowered my seat to a nice angle, then started to kiss me. What a kisser he was! Before long, we were both breathless with need, and I was yanking at his shirt, unzipping his jeans and tugging them down his hips. He reclined his own seat, then, and I told him to wait, and to just watch me. I wanted to strip for him. He held his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as I began to undress. \All of it,\ he said, as I pulled my top off over my head. \Everything. I want you totally naked.\
Oh my god, what a turn-on! He just sat there, playing with that big cock, watching me. I laid my top on the console and looked at him. \The skirt?\ I teased. He nodded, and I slipped the zipper and shimmied it down my legs. Now I wore only tennis shoes and my white thong. I leaned back and put one foot up on the dash, watching his hand slide slowly up and down on his cock. It looked so good! After posing sexily for him for a moment and teasing myself through the panties, I wanted to go down on him. He could take my panties off, I decided.
Turning and leaning over him, I kissed him deeply. His hands went to my breasts, and I shivered at his touch. My nipples were on high alert. He stimulated them as we kissed, and I rubbed myself against that rigid cock. Then I slipped down his body and took it into my mouth.
It was a nice size, thick and fairly long. I liked the way it stretched my lips as I cupped the head in my mouth, teasing the helmet with my tongue. I felt his hands go to my head, and his fingers threaded into my hair. I love that feeling; the feeling that he has the power to slam my face down onto him at any moment!
He was gentle, though, and I set my own pace, slowly bobbing up and down on his twitching member. His hips began to move, thrusting gently up into my mouth, and his hand slipped into the front of my panties. I gasped when his finger curled up into me, and squirmed when he began to finger-fuck me.
\Oh, god!\ His finger moved deeper. I could hear its squishing sounds as it worked my sopping pussy, faster and harder. He was getting more and more excited as I sucked him. Finally, though, he got so aggressive that it became uncomfortable for me. I pulled off his cock, put my hand on his chest, and told him to sit back and watch.
\This is how to play with a girl\'s pussy,\ I said, leaning against the passenger door and pulling my knees up. I slid my panties slowly off, watching his face and the movement of his hand. Then I spread my knees apart and began to tease my cunt lips, sliding one finger up and down my furrow, and clenching my thighs together around my hand. After a few minutes of this, I began to breathe harder.
\Oooooh,\ I panted, laying back on the seat and spreading my thighs. \Ooooooh, yeah.\ Having him watch me was a tremendous turn-on, and I was getting closer and closer. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the pleasure my own fingers were bringing me. Using two fingers of my left hand to spread myself wide, bringing my clit to the fore, I stroked across it with my right. When I opened my eyes again, I saw he was stroking himself harder, and it caused an instant spike in my own pleasure. My climax was imminent, and I stabbed two fingers into my sopping pussy, rubbing my palm over my throbbing clit.
\Oh, god!\ I moaned. \I\'mI\'m gonna cummmmmmm.\ I was there. I felt myself release, sudddenly, and my hand was flooded with warm fluid.
I cut my eyes toward Brian. He was taking long firm strokes on his cock, watching me climax for him. I worried he\'d ejaculate, and I wouldn\'t have a chance to enjoy it, but at the moment I was powerless to stop my own orgasm. It rolled through me like a thunderstorm, until finally I collapsed back into the seat, out of breath.
\Oh my god, Tori.\ His voice was hoarse. I could hear his excitement in it. \That was fuckin\' awesome!\ he gushed, leaning toward me to kiss me again. I took his lips and tongue, welcoming them into my hungry mouth, and waited for my heart rate to slow down as we made out.
It didn\'t slow, much. I only got more excited. \Give me a condom,\ I ordered, and he pulled one from the pocket in his door. I rolled it quickly over his throbbing length. \In the back seat,\ I panted, and rolled over to climb over my seat into the back. I only got halfway over, though, before his hands gripped my waist. He held me, my belly on the headrest, as he climbed up and over me.
\No you don\'t,\ he growled. \I want you right here.\
I hung halfway over the seat, my legs quivering in anticipation, as he yanked his jeans down over his thighs while holding me with one hand on the small of my back. \Oh, god, sweetie,\ I moaned. \Please hurry.\ He did, and I felt him at my pussy, parting my labia with the head of his cock. Suddenly he thrust forward, and I was pinned to the seatback by his body, his big dick deep inside me. I gasped, and begged him to fuck me quickly. He laughed. He didn\'t have any intention of doing that.
He began a series of long, slow thrusts, pulling almost out of me and then sinking almost to my cervix as he pushed forward. I went crazy, loving the feeling of his cockhead splitting me apart as he drove into me. I could feel another climax coming, soon, and I begged him to fuck me.
\Ooooooh, yes!\ I urged. \Just like that! Oh, god.HARDER!\ He continued to slide lazily in and out of my pussy, and I chased my orgasm relentlessly. His rhythm was driving me mad as I clenched my muscles around his cock, trying to get him to speed up. \Fuck me!\ I yelled, over and over, but he continued to thrust slowly; deeply. His hands moved from my waist up under my arms, and when he reached my breasts, they closed around them, his fingers surrounding my nipples. That did it.
\Oh, god!\ I gasped, as I felt another climax upon me. \Ohhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhh!\ My body bucked beneath his, and still he fucked me at that same pace, even as I flooded his cock with my cum. I was thrashing wildly, my cunt contracting around him and my hips rocking against the seat, moaning \Ogod, ogod\ over and over, until I exhausted myself and collapsed onto the seatback again. Still he fucked me.
Another ten minutes and another screaming orgasm later, he began to move more aggressively. I knew from his motions that he was getting close, and I clamped down on him with my exhausted pussy. He sped up, beginning to moan.
\Oh, fuck!\ His voice was low and intense, and I could feel him grow inside me. Suddenly he thrust forward, harder, and I felt him fill the condom with his first burst of semen. Several more thrusts followed, each accompanied by a low groan from him. My pussy clenched convulsively, milking his seed from him.
At last he collapsed onto my back. His cock filled me completely, and I arched my back, taking it slightly deeper, before he could start to wilt. It felt so good! My pussy was still humming with new-found pleasure, and I moved my hand under my groin.
\O-o-o-o-o-h\ I moaned, my voice trembling, as my fingers found my clit. It was alive with sensation, and I began a series of little climaxes as soon as I began to stroke it with my fingernail. They built steadily, and I moved my hips under him. He helped, pulling and rolling my nipples with his fingertips, and soon I was bucking wildly again, thrusting my hips against the seatback. I could feel him being squeezed out, as my pussy contracted in pleasure, but it only added to the sensation.
Then a very nice thing happened. His cock began to grow again, filling out the condom as he got aroused by my stimulation of my own body. \Oh, fuck yeah!\ he growled. \Cum for me, baby!\ He began to thrust again; at first tentatively, like before, then harder. He murmured sexy, nasty things in my ear as I reached for my climax.
\That\'s it, baby. Cum for me! Be my slut. Be my dirty little slut! Bitch!\
I went into overdrive when he talked to me like that. It just excited me so. I screamed my pleasure out loud as he fucked me, now ramming his cock harder and harder into me. My pussy gushed, and I howled through yet another mind-numbing orgasm. He pounded me relentlessly throughout, calling me nasty names, and I went from one gushing climax to another. I thought my heart would give out!
Finally, he came again. I could feel the poor condom attempting to cover the head of his dick, even as he filled it with another slimy load. When he pulled free of me, the rubber lay just inside my pussy walls, it\'s precious load oozing out and onto the seatback. I took a deep breath as he rolled from me, and then carefully pulled the overworked condom from my dripping hole. He dropped it out his window and began to pull his jeans back up over his thighs.
\No, don\'t,\ I said, eyeing the shiny length of his cock. \Let me clean you first.\
He looked askance at me as he was yanking his jeans upward. \No you don\'t,\ he said again, but this time he wasn\'t saying it in that sexy growl. He laughed, \If I let you do that, we\'ll be here all afternoon!\
I pouted, watching him, and murmured, \Works for me,\ but he was not to be swayed. He pulled me to him and we kissed, but he refused to give in to my exploring tongue or hands, telling me at last that he and his girlfriend had just had sex when I called.
\That explains your stamina,\ I told him, \and why she sounded like such a bitch.\ He laughed and kissed me again.
\No,\ he said. \She is a bitch.\
As Brian drove me back to Panera\'s to get my car, he asked if he could have my phone number. I refused, telling him I was married. He didn\'t seem too surprised, but asked if we could meet again.
\One never knows,\ I said, trying to sound noncommittal, but a week later I was calling him again. I\'m getting very well acquainted with the interior of the Ford Explorer!
(2)Showing off Makes a Pair of New Friends
It was my lunch break at the retail store where I work, and I had taken lunch in the mall, as I often do. The little wrought-iron tables offer a great place to hang out and check out the guys, and there were lots of people to look at.
\Hey, Tori,\ I heard. It was Matt, one of the stockboys from my store. He was walking up to me, and I smiled and told him hello. He\'s a cutie; only 18 or 19, with a tight young surfer body. He and I had surfed together once or twice, and we even made out once, afterwards, when he offered to let me sit in his car to warm up. I hadn\'t had much to do with him lately, though he came by my kiosk in the store to flirt almost daily. With him was Benjamin, another of the stockboys. I had only spoken to Ben once, when I asked him to remove some cardboard boxes that I had unpacked, but I\'d noticed him around. He seemed to be staring at me an awfully lot.
Matt asked if they could sit with me. I told them there were three empty chairs, and to take their pick. He and his friend sat down, and I went back to watching guys. They mostly just watched me, I noticed. Finally, Matt spoke.
\So, you gettin\' any lately?\ he asked, clumsily. Ben laughed, and muttered \Dufus\ under his breath. I smiled at him, and told him things could always be better.
\It\'s not hard to fix, though,\ I said, and motioned with my head. \Go sit over at that table,\ I told them, \and watch.\ They got up and moved, then turned to me questioningly. I didn\'t look at them, but watched a couple of guys walking my way. When I saw one of them glance at me, I slowly opened my legs a couple of inches. I was wearing my usual short skirt, this time a blue one, and when I sit it barely covers my crotch. It sure caught his eye, and he suddenly couldn\'t look away. He put his hand on his buddy\'s arm and stopped him, as if he wanted to tell him something.
I had to smile. Guys are so easy! I love showing off this way in public, and I knew Matt and Ben were getting a good look, too. I glanced at them to make sure, and confirmed it. They were staring intently at me, and looked like they were trying to force my knees farther apart by sheer will power. It didn\'t even take that.
The two guys were standing about 20 feet from me, talking and looking over their shoulders at me from time to time. I spread my legs a bit more, crossing my ankles. Their eyes were boring a hole in me! I sometimes do this with no panties, but today I was wearing a black thong. It dawned on me that it probably looked like I was bare, and I smiled at Matt as his eyes seemed to be dissecting my private parts. He didn\'t even notice my smile, but Ben did, and returned it. That bit of intimacy between us got me excited! My mind began to work.
Eventually, I began to tire of this, and wrapped my yogurt cup in a napkin and stood up. The two guys left almost immediately, the show over for them. I didn\'t want it to end for Matt, though, and especially not for Ben. That little cutie had me all hot and bothered, just with his naive smile! I walked over to their table.
\I\'ve gotoh, 45 minutes left on my lunch break,\ I said. They waited to see where I was going with this, and I continued. \I thought I\'d go check out that stock room where you guys keep the extra stock for the Home department.\ I winked at Ben. \You knowwith the beds, and the blankets and stuff\
Ben looked bewildered, but Matt picked right up on what I was saying, and stood up immediately.
\Oh, yeah,\ he said slowly, hitting Ben\'s arm with his hand. \The bedding room. Right? The one with the lock?\ Ben\'s face began to register some understanding, apparently, because it got suddenly red. I smiled. That was so cute! I really, really liked Ben. Grabbing my purse, I told them to come with me.
Matt unlocked the door and urged me and Ben inside, looking both ways before shutting and locking the door behind him. I asked him who else had the key, and he told me that only the other stockboy and the store manager had it.
\Well, maybe you\'d better put something against it,\ I said, and then took the opportunity to tease him a little. \Ben and I have something we have to take care of, and we wouldn\'t want anybody walking in on us. Would we, Ben?\ I asked, looking at the other boy. He looked absolutely panic-stricken, and Matt laughed, behind me.
\So I get to watch, then?\ he asked, coyly. I smiled and waited until he\'d jammed a pallet of ceramic pottery against the door and turned back to me.
\Or, something\ I said, with a wicked smile. \But, first you\'ll have to help us get this mattress away from that wall.\
I stood aside and let Matt and Ben wrestle the mattress and box spring into the middle of the room, then flipped the light switch to off. Matt said, \Hey, what\'re you doin?\ but I shushed him quickly.
\Just setting the mood,\ I said softly. \I like a little ambience when I get naked.\ You could have heard a pin drop in the darkness!
I asked if either of them had a lighter, but neither did, so I fumbled in my purse. I knew I had one. Once I got it lit, I asked Matt if there were any candles in here, and his grin was unmistakable. \Only about 40 boxes of them,\ he said, taking my lighter and going off towards the other end. I took the opportunity to feel through my purse again, and found three familiar-feeling foil-wrapped packages. I dropped them on the floor at the foot of the mattress.
\Ben, come here,\ I whispered, and he moved over to me. I found him in the darkness and ran my hands up to his head, where I ran my fingers through his longish hair. \You can kiss me now,\ I prompted, and he did. He was tentative, and that was nice. His hands finally found their way around my waist, and I let him pull me closer as his kisses got bolder. Soon he was pulling me into him harder. His tongue found mine, and we kissed passionately for a few moments, then he pulled me toward the bed.
I pushed him back on the bed, and followed him down. I could feel a satisfying hardness between his legs as I settled on top of him, kissing him again, and I squirmed against it. He moaned, \Oh, Tori,\ as I ground my sex against it, slipping my hips between his thighs. His breath was ragged with need. Soon Matt came back with some candles, one lit.
\Oh, yeah,\ he said, seeing us on the bed. Then he asked where I wanted the candles placed. I told him one was enough, and to put it on top of some boxes, away from the bed. It made a nice, soft flickering light in the narrow room.
\Now, sit,\ I told Matt, and he took a seat on the bed next to us. Much to Ben\'s disappointment, I kissed Matt briefly and then stood up, but he smiled when I reached for the first button on my blouse. I held his gaze as I slowly worked the buttons loose, one at a time. Matt, I noticed, lay back on the mattress and began to undo his pants. Ben was frozen, watching me, but his erection was apparent.
Once I had my blouse and bra off, I reached for Ben\'s zipper. Matt already had himself out, and was fondling his cock as he watched me with eager eyes. \This is my favorite part,\ I told them, as I revealed Ben\'s cock. My eyes must have widened when I saw it; it was long, and pretty thick.
Ben seemed almost embarrassed by his own erection, but when I bent over and took the head of it in my mouth, he sighed deeply and raised his hips. I swallowed as much of it as I could take, licking the underside of his shaft as I did. He groaned loudly.
\Oh, godTori,\ he breathed, as my hand closed around the base of his cock. I pumped it a couple of times, gently, and turned to Matt as I slipped down to my knees between the two boys. I was so wet, seeing them there; their naked cocks twitching and waiting for me! Matt was throbbing as I took him into my mouth, and he, too, sighed.
\Aw, fuck,\ was all he said, but he began thrusting his hips upward as I took him almost to the balls. I put my hand on his belly to slow him down, and moved my head slowly up and down, savoring the feel of his sex in my throat. He relaxed a bit, and I sucked him slowly in and out, as I listened to his sighs.
My other hand traveled slowly up and down Ben\'s cock as I sucked Matt. alternated between them for a while, sucking one while I stroked the other. Ben seemed to be the most excited. His hips were shaking. I could tell he was getting close, so I pulled away, finally, and stood up to remove my skirt.
Matt chuckled. \Oh, yeah, Tori,\ he urged. \Strip for us.\ There wasn\'t much stripping left to do, but I dropped my skirt and turned around, posing for them in my thong as I looked over my shoulder at them. I hooked my thumbs in the sides.
\Should I?\ I teased, and they both groaned. Matt, as usual, had words of encouragement for me as I slowly slid them down over my hips.
\Holy fuck, Tori,\ he said. \Your ass is unbelievable!\
I smiled to myself as I slid the panties off, and bent at the waist to work them over the straps of my heels. I like to keep my shoes on; it\'s one of my fetishes. I also retrieved the condoms I\'d dropped there, and showed them to the boys as I turned around.
\Anyone up for a little fun?\ I asked, and moved onto the bed between them. They turned to me as I rolled over, both cocks satisfyingly hard and hot as they lay against my thighs. Matt was the first to reach for a condom, and I turned to Ben as Matt was pushing his pants down and off his legs.
\Looks like you get this end,\ I said, and kissed him. He lay back obediently, pulling me over onto him. I moved to my hands and knees over him and took his cock in my mouth again, presenting my pussy to Matt as I spread my knees apart. Matt was behind me in seconds, wrapped and ready. I felt his cock head nudge my lips apart, and I waited for that first satisfying plunge. His hands went to my waist, then, and I gasped as he split the folds of my sex.
Ben began pushing his pants down his hips as I sucked his cock, my head rocking with Matt\'s movements behind me. It was such a nice thick cock, filling my mouth completely, and I tongued the ridges and veins as I worked it in and out. Matt\'s hands on my waist were possessive, pulling me back onto his cock and pushing me forward, almost off it, as his hips reared back. I felt a familiar twinge deep at my core, and I knew, with this much stimulation, I would cum soon.
Sure enough, within minutes I was winding up toward a monumental orgasm. My pussy grasped Matt\'s pounding cock tightly, and my mouth couldn\'t get enough of Ben\'s thick meat. I knew they were both getting off on watching me, and Matt was nearing his own climax, from the feel of his thrusts. He slammed harder into me, grunting now and bringing my pleasure to a new peak, and suddenly I was there.
\Ohhhhh, god!\ I yelled, tearing my mouth from Ben\'s throbbing organ as a flush spread through me. Matt was like a machine behind me, pummeling me relentlessly as I came, and I gushed fluid around his member, gasping and moaning. He came shortly after I did, just as I was winding down, and I heard his hoarse grunts as I felt him fill the condom with his seed. The twitching of his organ inside me pushed me into another, smaller climax, and I moaned my pleasure softly. His hands on my waist held me tightly as he pumped into me, over and over, until he was spent.
Once he released his grip, I could concentrate on Ben again. I felt around until I found another condom, then tore the wrapper with my teeth. I handed the rubber to him, telling him to put it on. \I want to watch you,\ I said, taking in the sight of him rolling it over the shiny head of his cock, and down that thick shaft.
Once he was covered, I climbed up over him, and, reaching beneath me, guided him into me as I sat down. \Oooooh, yeah,\ we moaned together, as I took him in, inch by precious inch. He was thicker than Matt, and the position made him seem much longer, too. He filled my narrow pussy extremely well, stretching my lips nicely, and tickling my cervix. I began to rock over him, slowly.
\God, Tori,\ he moaned, his voice sounding strangled. \That feels so good!\ I could only moan my agreement. Reaching for his hand with mine, I put it on my breast as I rocked forward and backward, and he took the hint, putting both hands on my breasts and fondling my nipples as I fucked him. The stimulation urged me on, and I felt another climax building soon.
\Oh, yeah. That\'s it,\ I coached, as his fingers pulled and rolled my nipples, and my hips sped up, taking him in and out faster. I was getting near, already; I could feel it, deep inside me. \Oh, yeah!\ His cock hit the places that counted, and my well-stimulated clit was sending little sparks out through my whole body. When I leaned forward, his thick shaft rubbed against my hood, and I started to vibrate inside. I stepped up my movements.
\Oh-h-h-h-h\ I moaned loudly, riding his dick like a pleasure horse. \Oh-h-h-h-h god!\ His fingers twisted and pulled at my nipples, and he bucked his pelvis up and down, turning the sparks into full-fledged lightning bolts, and I felt myself begin to flow again as my orgasm hit, hard.
I moaned loudly. \OhhhhhhGOD!\ My body spasmed over and around his cock as he kept driving it upward, fucking me through my climax and beyond. I couldn\'t stop cumming, even when my body wanted to give out. Ben seemed to have amazing stamina. His hips pistoned tirelessly as he held me, shaking and moaning, until I literally collapsed onto him, and then he rolled me over, never breaking his rhythm, and continued to pound into me as I lay spread-eagled beneath him. I could hear Matt\'s voice urging him on.
\That\'s it, man,\ he said. \Fuck her good! Yeah!\ I rolled my eyes over at him, and I could see he was hard again, stroking himself and watching us. Whew! I thought. That\'s the best thing about fucking younger guys. They were always ready to go again.
By the time Ben filled his own condom, Matt had donned another, and was urging me to roll over onto my knees. He liked taking me from behind, apparently, and did so with a new gusto. I was all too eager to go along for the ride, and I got another major orgasm out of it. When Matt showed up with his second hard-on, I didn\'t think I had any more condoms, so I told him to lie back, and got over him, sixty-nine style.
To my delight, his tongue was as tireless as his cock, and by the time he filled my throat with his cream, I\'d managed a few more orgasms. I lay gasping, my thighs on either side of his face, and still he licked me until I begged him to quit.
\You guys are gonna kill me,\ I laughed. Oh, but what a way to go! By the time we\'d gotten ourselves dressed and the room rearranged, it had been well over an hour, and I was trying to come up with an explanation for my lunch running over.
\No problem,\ Matt said. \I\'ll tell them I misplaced my keys, and I got you to let us onto the dock, so I could load your stock. I\'ve already got it ready to go.\
I kissed them both once more, and swore them to secrecy before letting Ben go check outside. Matt was only too happy to stay behind with me, and his hand went to my ass as Ben cleared the door. I pushed it away, giving him an admonishing look.
\Matt,\ I said, sternly. \I really, really liked today,\ I told him, \but it can\'t happen all the time, you know. If one person sees your hand on my ass, we\'re both fired.\ He looked properly chastised, and apologized.
\Does that mean you won\'t\ he said, and I shushed him with a quick kiss.
\It means\ I said slowly, looking him in the eyes, \that I really, really enjoyed today. That\'s all it means, right now. Next time you see me in the mall, check under my table.\
I adopted a Chinese accent. \You might find the prize you seek, grasshopper,\ I said, and laughed.
We were both laughing when Ben yanked the door open and urged us out.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Leather Messiah
To bow. To worship. To breed. These are the notes of his symphony, his soul\'s hunger.
His eyes dart from body to body, evaluating, finding nothing of either sustenance or substance.
In his emptiness, I sense his desperation for my religion. He seeks a fane with an altar of leather and chains. Here is not that temple.
Here is an artificial place, shat from a machine\'s anus. Here, mirrors are black, reflecting nothing. Here, exploding, manic strobe lights illuminate nothing. Malice and hatred wafts like mustard gas. Here stinks of quotidian suburbs, and he would not be here except for the lies he\'d been told that this was a place for sublime pleasures.
He is surrounded by entities human in shape but monstrous in soul. Hello, Shub-Niggurath, the Goat with a Thousand Young: that vast belly sags like a great teat full of milk fit only to nurse a foul brood. Bitch ye, O Cthulhu, about clothes and television and the queens and the rent boys who took the money but wouldn\'t put out. Like mushrooms growing in shit are the fungi from Yuggoth, sporting identical goatees, duplicate piercings, and shaven skulls. And the colour out of space is the greenback, passed from palm to greedy barkeep, a leprous plague that does not kill but disfigures.
I hear his thoughts. His mind quivers on the verge of a higher plane. I decode his uncertainty. Is this all? Is there no heaven? Is it all hell, from the Big Bang to the latest remix of thirty year old disco?
In his ear I whisper: no. My breath is hot and dry as sunburn.
Silently I chuckle when he jumps. He looks round at the medusas thronging the bar, uncertain of where this truth has come from.
Since I transcend flesh he cannot perceive me. But his cock does. In his jeans-most becoming to his slender body-an unbidden hardon thrusts down his right thigh. He\'s astounded by his sudden lust, confused about the cause, wondering who was speaking to him.
His age is delicately poised between youth\'s squeamish insecurities and maturity\'s bitter defeat. Eschewing the fashion of this sexed-up but sexless era, tight denim outlines as ass of perfect imperfections - more slender than conjoined-melon ideal, yet pleasantly round, firm, eager to part. Hot testicles jostle in his crotch, rubbing each other, stretching the fabric, revealing his potency and his eagerness. A sleeveless tee shirt, adorned with the skeletal logo of a speed metal band, marks him out from the herd.
Shoulder-length hair lies like a buccaneer\'s banner upon his skull; the desire for more of it shimmers down his spine. His smooth torso beneath the sable cotton belongs to the realm of those who idolized Olympus and not to those who submit to the knife and to the silicone and the grease-dripping ratburger. No beard decorates his jaw, for that would mar its right-angled perfection. He is a slut colt eager to be bucked by a bronco stallion.
He\'s easy to read.
Once, when he was a lonely teenager fisting that rod in a lonely bed, he dreamt of places like this, thinking-not wishing, not hoping, but simply assuming-them to be altars of the flesh, vast orgiastic palaces of degradation and lust. He\'d hoped the True Old Ones-those gods who rutted and fucked and bred in the light of the gibbous moon, ithyphallic and spewing psychedelically-colored jism, and who had to have sanctified these places-would pop his cherry, tight as all junior high cherries are. Dreaming of the day of his apotheosis, he stained his sheets over and over with spunk.
But now he knows he has been played for a fool, sucked in by the lies that are endemic to this race of naked apes on this miserable, dying world. He now knows these places to be prisons, anterooms of this dreary theocracy emulating Rome not in greatness but in its moralizing hollowness and in the magnitude of its fall.
Here there are no massive prongs hanging free, no fists greased and ready, no whips burning with lust\'s flame. Just dull fags, undeserving of their flesh, ravenous for fashion, nursed on television. Themselves nothing, they have become human-shaped mirrors, inanimate and capable only of reflecting brilliance not creating it.
His emptiness, so pure, pleases me.
I act.
His lust provides the power, and his imagination supplies the form of my manifestation. So I enflesh myself.
His need endows me with equine-sized breeding equipment, of human shape, supporting breeding-sacs like boulders between my thighs. He bequeaths me a reek powerful enough to drive from his mind the horror of this place and the dying empire which whelped it: I stink of ancient sweat and crusted testosterone and the hay from ten thousand breeding stalls and all the piss that\'s passed through all the cocks since sexual reproduction began all those millions of years ago, when my kind encoded the erotic impulse into the DNA of this world\'s first autotrophic organisms. He needs to see a hard, muscled ass made to drive a cock, so my ass flares into the globular perfection he aspires to, and admires, but does not have. Thighs striated with muscles strain to support my horsecock. Chaps creak, struggling to encase this hypermale bulk he\'s given me; he\'s an odd one, for his lust covers the chaps in a pelt of shaggy fur. My torso he leaves bare, unmasking my armored pectorals and stomach for his delectation. Down my back writhe tattoos depicting demonic things: raging infernos, unnatural couplings of dragons and boys, dark men with burning coals for eyes bearing barbed whips, clenched fists dripping rectal mucous. In miniscule lettering all the porn stories ever written crowd round the images: hieroglyphs relate the buggering of Osiris by Set; cuneiform tells of Mardek balling Gilgamesh; Hebraic recounts the tale of David sucking Goliath\'s prong; Aramaic narrates the forbidden-and true-version of the wilderness temptation, when Satan fucked Jesus.
Quick as lightning struck by Thor\'s hammer, I reveal myself to him. He is an intelligent boy. For when he sees me, he knows. He knows what I am, and he realizes an ultimate truth: flesh and soul one, cannot be separated in fact or in analysis. The urgings of his flesh are the true craving of his soul.
Understanding at last that the temple of sex is everywhere, he chooses to worship.
He descends to his knees before me. His nose snuffles my crotch forest. He keens for cock. Having made myself into what he needs, we are nouns no more. We are all motion, now; the time for stasis is gone. The best of all verbs exists in all types of speech. In your language it is: to fuck.
His tongue, slaved to instinct, laves my thigh, rising for my sex. My fingers entwine his hair, holding his succulent lips an inch from my cock. He glances upward to see my panting mouth and dripping fangs. His shoulders sag, and he submits.
Forcing his gaze downward, I invite him to contemplate my cockhead. He really wants to, as most beings naturally just do. That raging instrument has plunged and reared and bucked in the innards of species through this and all the other universes. I have fucked hairy, brutish species and cool, clean intellectual species and species of superconducting liquid helium whose emotions and feelings are electric currents. I have fucked single-celled animals in primordial ooze with such exquisite skill that they abandoned fission as passionless and taken up the pounding fury of fusion.
He must understand this of my cock before we can begin. I am no amateur, like his species.
His flushed face shows that he does.
My foreskin opens, not like a human foreskin by sliding back, but like a morning glory-the way a stallion\'s cock flares before the beast floods his mare with billions of sperm. A blunt cockhead steams, webbed by smegma. My hot, rancid reek dominates the room.
The raw power of aroused male stink strips from the atmosphere the feminine horror of cologne and talcum powder as if attacked by acid. The sudden transition is too much for someone. From Shub-niggurath comes a shriek loud and piercing as Adam\'s when he beheld the twin-cocked Serpent fucking his betrothed. My stink is intolerable to the human dregs surrounding this poor lustboy.
But this lustboy is entranced, and he kneels between my thighs, beholding a golden richness greater than all the hoards of history and of myth; Fafnir lusted to drowse upon this treasure. This boy is greedy in the proper way. Twin rivers of spit dribble from the corners of his lips, gush over his chin, spatter his obscene jeans. More aroused than he\'s ever been, his nipples begin to wet that black shirt with milk unnatural to his sex. Shub-niggurath is banished from his mind.
I grin, release his hair. Now you can worship, I tell him. Now that you\'ve abandoned your divisions, become whole and entire-now you can worship.
His lips plunge onto me. Greasy smegma smears them. I close my foreskin over his face, a mask of flesh. His mouth is full of cockhead, his tongue hungry for my cheese, and he breaths my fumes. He has something better to exist on that this miserable poisonous atmosphere of tobacco, booze, and cologne. My breeding-stench raises him to heights unimagined even in the sexual dawn of puberty.
His tongue swoops over my burning cockhead, guzzling cheese. He chokes. The acidic meal burns his gullet. His flesh sizzles.
It is so intense that he cannot last long.
In his lungs his first true orgasm originates, elicited by the gaseous headcheese he breathes. He coughs, shudders, jets a flood of brood-gravy down his thigh.
First of many. He knows that. Once you partake the food of the gods you\'re erect until you merge with the orgy of the universe. His hardon will tent his garments-if he chooses to wear them-forever. Our minds and desires are as tight as Eros\' self-lubricating rectum.
I unglue my foreskin from his face, the suction drawing a thin rope of precum from my two-inch wide piss slit. The rope mesmerizes him, swaying like a pendulum before his eyes.
Before we begin to ascend the heights, a brief revelation of the horror he\'ll be forever free of. Bloated Shub-Niggurath shrinks in horror against the mirrored wall, maggot-flesh quivering. This is what his enemy is and has been. Nothing but weakness. This is my chief gift, and my bride-price.
His eyes fix on my cocksnot metronome. The hair on the back of his neck spikes as I leak and the translucent teardrop stretches.
Time to deepen this enchantment. I gesture. He responds. My sorcery lifts him from the floor like a fallen leaf stirred by a gust, turns him to present the acute, inverted V of his torso and his glorious ass for my perusal. It carries him over to the mirrored wall where he comes to rest. I raise a pair of obsidian columns-stone cockshafts thrusting through the floor, throbbing with the drums of darkest desire. They\'re alive, of course, conscious, and subject to my will. The stone cockshafts shiver, deliquesce for a moment like oil, then extrude tentacles. They seize him by wrist and ankle, draw him into the form St. Andrew and legions of others have loved.
He turns towards me. His eyes burn through the locks of his hair. The right leg of his jeans is soaked with cum. His head nods. Yes, yes. The slut\'s mantra.
He amuses me enough to chuckle.
The second dimension, while having no width, does allow for infinite length. In his case, I think ten or twelve feet will do.
I call it the Intergalactic Rope Trick. I use my cock, of whatever size or shape, as the grip of a whip. It\'s worked on every species in every galaxy that can possibly feel pain. It\'s very simple. While whipping that strand of precum through parabolas and ellipses, I let my nuts leak, and the precum stretches into a fine wire of oozing lust. I try to control its elongation, to stop at twelve feet, but I\'m just as subject to lust as any sane being, so I fuck it up. It stretches fourteen feet. This boy makes me hot.
The flesh crawls between his shoulder blades. I can see his eyes, hot and red-rimmed. Imprisoned by the binding tentacles, he goes limp.
Why bother with gentleness? When Loki spread his legs for the giants did he expect caresses and sweet nothings? He was no fool, but rather a slut after my own heart.
I grasp my shaft, flick it. The precum whip flies in a graceful arc. I snap my cock forward. As the tip goes supersonic, the crack booms like Odinic thunder. It strikes. The tee shirt splits, falls, two black petals torn free. The speeding tip lashes his flesh. A blood red bloom of pain explodes in his eyes. Back arches, torso thrusts forward; the cockshaft tentacles struggle against his agony. He screams the tormented ululation you hear only from the grounds of an insane asylum in the darkest hour of the night. The blood begins to flow, a crimson tide towards his waist.
He won\'t escape. Not because of the nigrescent tentacles, which can restrain anything, but because he doesn\'t want to. He wants to love his own flesh; he wants to feel his body truly live.
Again my precum whip cracks. I burn another mark onto him. This time a bend sinister, from left shoulder to right hip. A cherry saltire marks his back. A red icon of himself and his pain and his lust, an X marking the spot where he dwells.
Again and again. He\'s hungry for it. His nerves scream like Torquemada at an Iron Maiden concert.
I give him one for ecstasy, just to show him I am an artist. It\'s a mere slash along is spine from his buttocks to his neck, but I cut him in a special way, and his balls shatter in a cloud of white sperm and his mind chokes and drowns under the potent ejaculate of a herd of wild mustangs.
Again, he amuses me, this time in the method by which he looses his mind.
I take a moment to contemplate how best to prepare him for what is to come. He must go beyond sight of the sane lands, he must drift into the formlessness of lust. In the end I choose fire, because that causes him the most terror. The beautiful do not like to be disfigured.
Beating him with all the fury of my rage against this dying realm, I turn my precum into a streamer of flame. Lashing his flesh, the smell of burned pork rises, and his screams shatter the mirrors. But I, of course, do not damage his flesh. I appreciate it far too much. His soul, however, bears every scar, and throbs to this day with the agony.
I have many talents with my whip, and he\'ll soon learn new ones when I come to him again. He\'ll be eager for them all, but the final lesson-that will be something the artist in him will appreciate. In that ultimate encounter, I will barb my precum whip, and I will rip his flesh from his bones, and he\'ll cum with every stroke, because then it will be time for his passion. I\'ll tear him into fragments, smaller and smaller, each bloody shred of flesh pulsing with orgasms. He\'ll no longer shoot sperm. He will become sperm, the raw stuff of life. I\'ll take his cells and beat them further, till they\'re just atoms, atoms which ejaculate photons when electrons orgasm and drop into a less-excited state. In pain he came into the world; in well-deserved ecstasy he\'ll leave it.
Cthulhu shrieks and the Yuggoth-fungi flee; the color of abandoned money flutters like snowflakes. My fire hallows this place, banishing the sterility, cleansing the dreadful miasma with scorched, hot flesh.
My final stroke I do not lay with the intent of sharpening his pleasure, but for the sheer artistry of it. A vertical slice, shoulders to ass, slices along his spine. Denim splits from belt to balls. Bare ass thrusts into my view. Eager. Lightly haired, sweat streaming down it, pinkish from oozing blood. His hole is the eloquent symbol of hunger.
Done, my cockwhip thrashes on the floor, twitching, eager, alive. Ripples stream up it to my cock. Now that all eyes are turned upon him and the beast raping him it\'s time to give this needy acolyte his penultimate communion.
Public sin is the best sin. As is a public epiphany.
Like a transparent worm, my whip crawls towards him. It loops round his ankle. It slithers upwards and finds his buttocks, presses insistently against the mystic rose of his anus. He sucks it inside him, where it dissolves into a flood of lubrication.
Many are the positions in the all-male Kama Sutra. But the one I favor has the worshipper on his knees, butt held high, ballsack visible between hard thighs, asshole presented for breeding. The tentacles position him for me. He\'s eager, presenting like a mare. His pucker, glistening, purses like a lover\'s lips, beckoning to me. His breathing is deep and ragged. He peers over his left shoulder, eyes bright with fear. Men are made to be mounted from behind.
I step forward. I press my cockhead between those cheeks. For the first time, his butthole kisses the face of his dark god.
There are three simple rules for fucking a bitch like him. Ram. Deep. Hard.
The awful need inside him-to be fucked and filled-has endowed me monstrously. And his rectum is tighter than an unplucked altar boy. As I stab inwards, his shriek, like ripping steel, is merely the opening note of my Infinite Opus.
Gentleness is uncalled for. My balls drum against his pathetic sacks. His rectum contracts, struggles to eject that which is about to split him apart. My claws go round his neck, and I clamp myself to him, and I grind my hips and rape his raw flesh. Delicious, these contractions.
He twists around, looks at me with bloodshot eyes, perfect images of pain and longing. He sees my dark shaggy shape, perceives the invisible antlers of energy which perpetually crown me. His chin is shiny with drool. He\'s lost most of his mind. Sweaty tendrils of hair wrap round that skullful of insanity. Twisting his butt he rejoices in my cock.
\Now fuck!\ he screams.
I laugh, whip my hips back, plunge in. A pure breeding motion, no pleasure, just rut. His head drops, he falls limp everywhere except in his rectum, an eager Eve to my awesome Serpent.
This is his dream, from days not so long ago when he sat in a hot pew in some Baptist church in eastern Tennessee, aflame with puberty, quivering as he perused the erotica of the Bible-Lot\'s daughters preserving their father\'s studly seed; angels defying Jehovah to couple with tight human orifices; Noah\'s drunken nakedness and the shame caused by his offspring\'s lust; the pounding cocks and dripping cunts resulting in the endless chain of begats preceding the whelping of the Son of God.
This is his reality: my cock, my sack, swollen and eager to fertilize him. Rutting, blazing away inside of him, searing his flesh.
We pleasure each other. He has orgasms, an endless stream of them, crashing into him, wracking him. They don\'t matter, of course-nothing really matters except when I breed-but I can smell the tsunami of jism soaking his jeans. Ah, those jeans, cladding tight human ass. No wonder the Grays from Zeta Reticuli cross the sea of night to probe these exquisite human asses.
I could ram him until the heat-death of the universe. I could cum for every second of that near-eternity, for my balls are not balls as humans understand them, but rather a gateway to a universe where there are no atoms of hydrogen or helium or anything heavier: only a universe of quantum spunk, flailing in endless orgy.
He sorely tempts me. My balls burn with the rut, and my shaft, crammed into his dank tunnel, quivers with the pleasure I take in him. Yes, I would fuck him for eternity. But I am here for more reasons besides this human\'s pleasure.
His breeding starts when I begin to jet between those hard asscheeks. A gusher of sperm goes off in his intestines, packing him with steaming potency all the way from his anus to his duodenum. His orgasm-or at least the final one he has impaled on my cock-is only visible in the thin lines of blood, pulsing from the welts on his back; I\'ve fucked his nuts dry.
Neither drained nor sated, I yank my length out of him. A dollop of sperm escapes, but no more. He wants my sperm to percolate and stew in him, merge with his flesh.
\Jesus,\ he pants, \that was-\
A slap across his face shuts him up. We\'re not done.
One final task. I have a dark design to fulfill.
I start with one finger, slipping it into his bruised hole. He twitches; he is very tender there. The glistening ring is open, pouting, and shows purpled flesh like a dog\'s lips. A second finger. His anus, winking, trickles a streamlet of my brood-gravy. Good boy. He knows its not over.
A third. A fourth.
Progress comes swiftly. I feel his heart begin to race. His anus loosens on my hand. His flesh is hot, almost hot enough to scar my immortal flesh. My biceps bulge as I strain. His moans rise again, higher and higher. Who knew that my need-and his need-to breed could render such a male a soprano?
His butthole opens, and my fist squelches in, and then his butthole clamps my wrist. From inside he feels like hot liver. His heart throbs, a subterranean sensation, against my clenched fist. All the jism packed inside him shifts and move likes magma.
I open my fingers, scooping up my sperm, gathering it in my fist, packing it, slowly chanting the spell. The packed sperm forms wriggling, wormlike strands against my flesh. I join them inside him, each new strand adding to my child\'s nascent power. Counting his heartbeats on my forearm, I feel it come to life. He belches. A bubble of sperm grows like a bullfrog\'s throat on his lips. Urgently I knead his prostate until he thrashes his long hair about. A headbanger\'s ball, not for his pleasure but to complete my spell, an ensorcellment, not dissimilar to the one which brought this universe into being. His unleavened prostate rises beneath my fingers, swells, engorges, bursts.
Simple. The magic is done.
Now I fade like all the wights of imagination do. But I will not truly leave. I will watch to see what he brings forth.
Jason lays on the floor, conscious of the wetness between his legs, the sperm packed into his innards. His eyes are closed. It\'s over, but he feasts on the raw red pain.
\Are you all right?\ It\'s Dwight. Dwight is a kind soul. A big man, full of mother\'s love, like Shub-Niggurath. His hair is buzz cut, his goatee shot with gray. He resembles Sergeant Schultz.
A shuddering breath escapes Jason. He opens his eyes. Sweat stings. His mouth tastes of copper. He smiles at Dwight, to show that he\'s OK.
But Dwight recoils.
\Yeah, yeah,\ Jason says. His teeth show crimson stains, as if his gums were bleeding. \Jeez.let me get up.\
\No, you just lie there-\
But Jason doesn\'t feel like just lying there. He doesn\'t need to obey anymore. He\'s free of all that. He feels stuffed with life, about to burst with it.
He rolls over onto hands and knees. Sperm squishes in his jeans. The disco\'s smoky air caresses his ass, which protrudes through the ragged split.
\What happened?\ Dwight asks. \I mean, you had some kind of fit, you were moaning and screaming and-\ gulp \-cumming all over the place.\
Jason cannot reply, because the cramp almost fells him, just as if something\'s slugged him in the gut.
Strange. It\'s rather soothing.
But there\'s immense pressure in his bowels. He\'s got to get to a toilet and shit out all the spunk percolating in him. It feels like three cellblocks have barebacked him silly.
\I\'m OK, I just-\ The second cramp strikes, too strong to contain.
A torrent of sperm fountains from his ass. Linda Blair and split pea soup had nothing on this. Glistening sperm, pungent with a demon\'s stink, coats everyone and everything within twenty feet.
\Jason! What\'s-\
The next cramp is far, far worse. The flood is the relentless flow of the Mississippi.
Something inside kicks, something inside twitches, something inside thrusts. Something hard and warm and alive is wedged in his rectum. He feels its heart beating, utterly alien and out of sync with his own. It excites him; his cock throbs. His asshole relaxes; another contraction strikes.
Dwight wipes the sperm from his eyes, bends down to per between those abused, pert cheeks.
Another contraction.
Jason cums, his gooey torrent nearly as massive as what his asshole gushed.
The maculate conception slithers free of his body.
\Christ! Shit! Oh my God! It\'s got tentacles!\
His eyes dart from body to body, evaluating, finding nothing of either sustenance or substance.
In his emptiness, I sense his desperation for my religion. He seeks a fane with an altar of leather and chains. Here is not that temple.
Here is an artificial place, shat from a machine\'s anus. Here, mirrors are black, reflecting nothing. Here, exploding, manic strobe lights illuminate nothing. Malice and hatred wafts like mustard gas. Here stinks of quotidian suburbs, and he would not be here except for the lies he\'d been told that this was a place for sublime pleasures.
He is surrounded by entities human in shape but monstrous in soul. Hello, Shub-Niggurath, the Goat with a Thousand Young: that vast belly sags like a great teat full of milk fit only to nurse a foul brood. Bitch ye, O Cthulhu, about clothes and television and the queens and the rent boys who took the money but wouldn\'t put out. Like mushrooms growing in shit are the fungi from Yuggoth, sporting identical goatees, duplicate piercings, and shaven skulls. And the colour out of space is the greenback, passed from palm to greedy barkeep, a leprous plague that does not kill but disfigures.
I hear his thoughts. His mind quivers on the verge of a higher plane. I decode his uncertainty. Is this all? Is there no heaven? Is it all hell, from the Big Bang to the latest remix of thirty year old disco?
In his ear I whisper: no. My breath is hot and dry as sunburn.
Silently I chuckle when he jumps. He looks round at the medusas thronging the bar, uncertain of where this truth has come from.
Since I transcend flesh he cannot perceive me. But his cock does. In his jeans-most becoming to his slender body-an unbidden hardon thrusts down his right thigh. He\'s astounded by his sudden lust, confused about the cause, wondering who was speaking to him.
His age is delicately poised between youth\'s squeamish insecurities and maturity\'s bitter defeat. Eschewing the fashion of this sexed-up but sexless era, tight denim outlines as ass of perfect imperfections - more slender than conjoined-melon ideal, yet pleasantly round, firm, eager to part. Hot testicles jostle in his crotch, rubbing each other, stretching the fabric, revealing his potency and his eagerness. A sleeveless tee shirt, adorned with the skeletal logo of a speed metal band, marks him out from the herd.
Shoulder-length hair lies like a buccaneer\'s banner upon his skull; the desire for more of it shimmers down his spine. His smooth torso beneath the sable cotton belongs to the realm of those who idolized Olympus and not to those who submit to the knife and to the silicone and the grease-dripping ratburger. No beard decorates his jaw, for that would mar its right-angled perfection. He is a slut colt eager to be bucked by a bronco stallion.
He\'s easy to read.
Once, when he was a lonely teenager fisting that rod in a lonely bed, he dreamt of places like this, thinking-not wishing, not hoping, but simply assuming-them to be altars of the flesh, vast orgiastic palaces of degradation and lust. He\'d hoped the True Old Ones-those gods who rutted and fucked and bred in the light of the gibbous moon, ithyphallic and spewing psychedelically-colored jism, and who had to have sanctified these places-would pop his cherry, tight as all junior high cherries are. Dreaming of the day of his apotheosis, he stained his sheets over and over with spunk.
But now he knows he has been played for a fool, sucked in by the lies that are endemic to this race of naked apes on this miserable, dying world. He now knows these places to be prisons, anterooms of this dreary theocracy emulating Rome not in greatness but in its moralizing hollowness and in the magnitude of its fall.
Here there are no massive prongs hanging free, no fists greased and ready, no whips burning with lust\'s flame. Just dull fags, undeserving of their flesh, ravenous for fashion, nursed on television. Themselves nothing, they have become human-shaped mirrors, inanimate and capable only of reflecting brilliance not creating it.
His emptiness, so pure, pleases me.
I act.
His lust provides the power, and his imagination supplies the form of my manifestation. So I enflesh myself.
His need endows me with equine-sized breeding equipment, of human shape, supporting breeding-sacs like boulders between my thighs. He bequeaths me a reek powerful enough to drive from his mind the horror of this place and the dying empire which whelped it: I stink of ancient sweat and crusted testosterone and the hay from ten thousand breeding stalls and all the piss that\'s passed through all the cocks since sexual reproduction began all those millions of years ago, when my kind encoded the erotic impulse into the DNA of this world\'s first autotrophic organisms. He needs to see a hard, muscled ass made to drive a cock, so my ass flares into the globular perfection he aspires to, and admires, but does not have. Thighs striated with muscles strain to support my horsecock. Chaps creak, struggling to encase this hypermale bulk he\'s given me; he\'s an odd one, for his lust covers the chaps in a pelt of shaggy fur. My torso he leaves bare, unmasking my armored pectorals and stomach for his delectation. Down my back writhe tattoos depicting demonic things: raging infernos, unnatural couplings of dragons and boys, dark men with burning coals for eyes bearing barbed whips, clenched fists dripping rectal mucous. In miniscule lettering all the porn stories ever written crowd round the images: hieroglyphs relate the buggering of Osiris by Set; cuneiform tells of Mardek balling Gilgamesh; Hebraic recounts the tale of David sucking Goliath\'s prong; Aramaic narrates the forbidden-and true-version of the wilderness temptation, when Satan fucked Jesus.
Quick as lightning struck by Thor\'s hammer, I reveal myself to him. He is an intelligent boy. For when he sees me, he knows. He knows what I am, and he realizes an ultimate truth: flesh and soul one, cannot be separated in fact or in analysis. The urgings of his flesh are the true craving of his soul.
Understanding at last that the temple of sex is everywhere, he chooses to worship.
He descends to his knees before me. His nose snuffles my crotch forest. He keens for cock. Having made myself into what he needs, we are nouns no more. We are all motion, now; the time for stasis is gone. The best of all verbs exists in all types of speech. In your language it is: to fuck.
His tongue, slaved to instinct, laves my thigh, rising for my sex. My fingers entwine his hair, holding his succulent lips an inch from my cock. He glances upward to see my panting mouth and dripping fangs. His shoulders sag, and he submits.
Forcing his gaze downward, I invite him to contemplate my cockhead. He really wants to, as most beings naturally just do. That raging instrument has plunged and reared and bucked in the innards of species through this and all the other universes. I have fucked hairy, brutish species and cool, clean intellectual species and species of superconducting liquid helium whose emotions and feelings are electric currents. I have fucked single-celled animals in primordial ooze with such exquisite skill that they abandoned fission as passionless and taken up the pounding fury of fusion.
He must understand this of my cock before we can begin. I am no amateur, like his species.
His flushed face shows that he does.
My foreskin opens, not like a human foreskin by sliding back, but like a morning glory-the way a stallion\'s cock flares before the beast floods his mare with billions of sperm. A blunt cockhead steams, webbed by smegma. My hot, rancid reek dominates the room.
The raw power of aroused male stink strips from the atmosphere the feminine horror of cologne and talcum powder as if attacked by acid. The sudden transition is too much for someone. From Shub-niggurath comes a shriek loud and piercing as Adam\'s when he beheld the twin-cocked Serpent fucking his betrothed. My stink is intolerable to the human dregs surrounding this poor lustboy.
But this lustboy is entranced, and he kneels between my thighs, beholding a golden richness greater than all the hoards of history and of myth; Fafnir lusted to drowse upon this treasure. This boy is greedy in the proper way. Twin rivers of spit dribble from the corners of his lips, gush over his chin, spatter his obscene jeans. More aroused than he\'s ever been, his nipples begin to wet that black shirt with milk unnatural to his sex. Shub-niggurath is banished from his mind.
I grin, release his hair. Now you can worship, I tell him. Now that you\'ve abandoned your divisions, become whole and entire-now you can worship.
His lips plunge onto me. Greasy smegma smears them. I close my foreskin over his face, a mask of flesh. His mouth is full of cockhead, his tongue hungry for my cheese, and he breaths my fumes. He has something better to exist on that this miserable poisonous atmosphere of tobacco, booze, and cologne. My breeding-stench raises him to heights unimagined even in the sexual dawn of puberty.
His tongue swoops over my burning cockhead, guzzling cheese. He chokes. The acidic meal burns his gullet. His flesh sizzles.
It is so intense that he cannot last long.
In his lungs his first true orgasm originates, elicited by the gaseous headcheese he breathes. He coughs, shudders, jets a flood of brood-gravy down his thigh.
First of many. He knows that. Once you partake the food of the gods you\'re erect until you merge with the orgy of the universe. His hardon will tent his garments-if he chooses to wear them-forever. Our minds and desires are as tight as Eros\' self-lubricating rectum.
I unglue my foreskin from his face, the suction drawing a thin rope of precum from my two-inch wide piss slit. The rope mesmerizes him, swaying like a pendulum before his eyes.
Before we begin to ascend the heights, a brief revelation of the horror he\'ll be forever free of. Bloated Shub-Niggurath shrinks in horror against the mirrored wall, maggot-flesh quivering. This is what his enemy is and has been. Nothing but weakness. This is my chief gift, and my bride-price.
His eyes fix on my cocksnot metronome. The hair on the back of his neck spikes as I leak and the translucent teardrop stretches.
Time to deepen this enchantment. I gesture. He responds. My sorcery lifts him from the floor like a fallen leaf stirred by a gust, turns him to present the acute, inverted V of his torso and his glorious ass for my perusal. It carries him over to the mirrored wall where he comes to rest. I raise a pair of obsidian columns-stone cockshafts thrusting through the floor, throbbing with the drums of darkest desire. They\'re alive, of course, conscious, and subject to my will. The stone cockshafts shiver, deliquesce for a moment like oil, then extrude tentacles. They seize him by wrist and ankle, draw him into the form St. Andrew and legions of others have loved.
He turns towards me. His eyes burn through the locks of his hair. The right leg of his jeans is soaked with cum. His head nods. Yes, yes. The slut\'s mantra.
He amuses me enough to chuckle.
The second dimension, while having no width, does allow for infinite length. In his case, I think ten or twelve feet will do.
I call it the Intergalactic Rope Trick. I use my cock, of whatever size or shape, as the grip of a whip. It\'s worked on every species in every galaxy that can possibly feel pain. It\'s very simple. While whipping that strand of precum through parabolas and ellipses, I let my nuts leak, and the precum stretches into a fine wire of oozing lust. I try to control its elongation, to stop at twelve feet, but I\'m just as subject to lust as any sane being, so I fuck it up. It stretches fourteen feet. This boy makes me hot.
The flesh crawls between his shoulder blades. I can see his eyes, hot and red-rimmed. Imprisoned by the binding tentacles, he goes limp.
Why bother with gentleness? When Loki spread his legs for the giants did he expect caresses and sweet nothings? He was no fool, but rather a slut after my own heart.
I grasp my shaft, flick it. The precum whip flies in a graceful arc. I snap my cock forward. As the tip goes supersonic, the crack booms like Odinic thunder. It strikes. The tee shirt splits, falls, two black petals torn free. The speeding tip lashes his flesh. A blood red bloom of pain explodes in his eyes. Back arches, torso thrusts forward; the cockshaft tentacles struggle against his agony. He screams the tormented ululation you hear only from the grounds of an insane asylum in the darkest hour of the night. The blood begins to flow, a crimson tide towards his waist.
He won\'t escape. Not because of the nigrescent tentacles, which can restrain anything, but because he doesn\'t want to. He wants to love his own flesh; he wants to feel his body truly live.
Again my precum whip cracks. I burn another mark onto him. This time a bend sinister, from left shoulder to right hip. A cherry saltire marks his back. A red icon of himself and his pain and his lust, an X marking the spot where he dwells.
Again and again. He\'s hungry for it. His nerves scream like Torquemada at an Iron Maiden concert.
I give him one for ecstasy, just to show him I am an artist. It\'s a mere slash along is spine from his buttocks to his neck, but I cut him in a special way, and his balls shatter in a cloud of white sperm and his mind chokes and drowns under the potent ejaculate of a herd of wild mustangs.
Again, he amuses me, this time in the method by which he looses his mind.
I take a moment to contemplate how best to prepare him for what is to come. He must go beyond sight of the sane lands, he must drift into the formlessness of lust. In the end I choose fire, because that causes him the most terror. The beautiful do not like to be disfigured.
Beating him with all the fury of my rage against this dying realm, I turn my precum into a streamer of flame. Lashing his flesh, the smell of burned pork rises, and his screams shatter the mirrors. But I, of course, do not damage his flesh. I appreciate it far too much. His soul, however, bears every scar, and throbs to this day with the agony.
I have many talents with my whip, and he\'ll soon learn new ones when I come to him again. He\'ll be eager for them all, but the final lesson-that will be something the artist in him will appreciate. In that ultimate encounter, I will barb my precum whip, and I will rip his flesh from his bones, and he\'ll cum with every stroke, because then it will be time for his passion. I\'ll tear him into fragments, smaller and smaller, each bloody shred of flesh pulsing with orgasms. He\'ll no longer shoot sperm. He will become sperm, the raw stuff of life. I\'ll take his cells and beat them further, till they\'re just atoms, atoms which ejaculate photons when electrons orgasm and drop into a less-excited state. In pain he came into the world; in well-deserved ecstasy he\'ll leave it.
Cthulhu shrieks and the Yuggoth-fungi flee; the color of abandoned money flutters like snowflakes. My fire hallows this place, banishing the sterility, cleansing the dreadful miasma with scorched, hot flesh.
My final stroke I do not lay with the intent of sharpening his pleasure, but for the sheer artistry of it. A vertical slice, shoulders to ass, slices along his spine. Denim splits from belt to balls. Bare ass thrusts into my view. Eager. Lightly haired, sweat streaming down it, pinkish from oozing blood. His hole is the eloquent symbol of hunger.
Done, my cockwhip thrashes on the floor, twitching, eager, alive. Ripples stream up it to my cock. Now that all eyes are turned upon him and the beast raping him it\'s time to give this needy acolyte his penultimate communion.
Public sin is the best sin. As is a public epiphany.
Like a transparent worm, my whip crawls towards him. It loops round his ankle. It slithers upwards and finds his buttocks, presses insistently against the mystic rose of his anus. He sucks it inside him, where it dissolves into a flood of lubrication.
Many are the positions in the all-male Kama Sutra. But the one I favor has the worshipper on his knees, butt held high, ballsack visible between hard thighs, asshole presented for breeding. The tentacles position him for me. He\'s eager, presenting like a mare. His pucker, glistening, purses like a lover\'s lips, beckoning to me. His breathing is deep and ragged. He peers over his left shoulder, eyes bright with fear. Men are made to be mounted from behind.
I step forward. I press my cockhead between those cheeks. For the first time, his butthole kisses the face of his dark god.
There are three simple rules for fucking a bitch like him. Ram. Deep. Hard.
The awful need inside him-to be fucked and filled-has endowed me monstrously. And his rectum is tighter than an unplucked altar boy. As I stab inwards, his shriek, like ripping steel, is merely the opening note of my Infinite Opus.
Gentleness is uncalled for. My balls drum against his pathetic sacks. His rectum contracts, struggles to eject that which is about to split him apart. My claws go round his neck, and I clamp myself to him, and I grind my hips and rape his raw flesh. Delicious, these contractions.
He twists around, looks at me with bloodshot eyes, perfect images of pain and longing. He sees my dark shaggy shape, perceives the invisible antlers of energy which perpetually crown me. His chin is shiny with drool. He\'s lost most of his mind. Sweaty tendrils of hair wrap round that skullful of insanity. Twisting his butt he rejoices in my cock.
\Now fuck!\ he screams.
I laugh, whip my hips back, plunge in. A pure breeding motion, no pleasure, just rut. His head drops, he falls limp everywhere except in his rectum, an eager Eve to my awesome Serpent.
This is his dream, from days not so long ago when he sat in a hot pew in some Baptist church in eastern Tennessee, aflame with puberty, quivering as he perused the erotica of the Bible-Lot\'s daughters preserving their father\'s studly seed; angels defying Jehovah to couple with tight human orifices; Noah\'s drunken nakedness and the shame caused by his offspring\'s lust; the pounding cocks and dripping cunts resulting in the endless chain of begats preceding the whelping of the Son of God.
This is his reality: my cock, my sack, swollen and eager to fertilize him. Rutting, blazing away inside of him, searing his flesh.
We pleasure each other. He has orgasms, an endless stream of them, crashing into him, wracking him. They don\'t matter, of course-nothing really matters except when I breed-but I can smell the tsunami of jism soaking his jeans. Ah, those jeans, cladding tight human ass. No wonder the Grays from Zeta Reticuli cross the sea of night to probe these exquisite human asses.
I could ram him until the heat-death of the universe. I could cum for every second of that near-eternity, for my balls are not balls as humans understand them, but rather a gateway to a universe where there are no atoms of hydrogen or helium or anything heavier: only a universe of quantum spunk, flailing in endless orgy.
He sorely tempts me. My balls burn with the rut, and my shaft, crammed into his dank tunnel, quivers with the pleasure I take in him. Yes, I would fuck him for eternity. But I am here for more reasons besides this human\'s pleasure.
His breeding starts when I begin to jet between those hard asscheeks. A gusher of sperm goes off in his intestines, packing him with steaming potency all the way from his anus to his duodenum. His orgasm-or at least the final one he has impaled on my cock-is only visible in the thin lines of blood, pulsing from the welts on his back; I\'ve fucked his nuts dry.
Neither drained nor sated, I yank my length out of him. A dollop of sperm escapes, but no more. He wants my sperm to percolate and stew in him, merge with his flesh.
\Jesus,\ he pants, \that was-\
A slap across his face shuts him up. We\'re not done.
One final task. I have a dark design to fulfill.
I start with one finger, slipping it into his bruised hole. He twitches; he is very tender there. The glistening ring is open, pouting, and shows purpled flesh like a dog\'s lips. A second finger. His anus, winking, trickles a streamlet of my brood-gravy. Good boy. He knows its not over.
A third. A fourth.
Progress comes swiftly. I feel his heart begin to race. His anus loosens on my hand. His flesh is hot, almost hot enough to scar my immortal flesh. My biceps bulge as I strain. His moans rise again, higher and higher. Who knew that my need-and his need-to breed could render such a male a soprano?
His butthole opens, and my fist squelches in, and then his butthole clamps my wrist. From inside he feels like hot liver. His heart throbs, a subterranean sensation, against my clenched fist. All the jism packed inside him shifts and move likes magma.
I open my fingers, scooping up my sperm, gathering it in my fist, packing it, slowly chanting the spell. The packed sperm forms wriggling, wormlike strands against my flesh. I join them inside him, each new strand adding to my child\'s nascent power. Counting his heartbeats on my forearm, I feel it come to life. He belches. A bubble of sperm grows like a bullfrog\'s throat on his lips. Urgently I knead his prostate until he thrashes his long hair about. A headbanger\'s ball, not for his pleasure but to complete my spell, an ensorcellment, not dissimilar to the one which brought this universe into being. His unleavened prostate rises beneath my fingers, swells, engorges, bursts.
Simple. The magic is done.
Now I fade like all the wights of imagination do. But I will not truly leave. I will watch to see what he brings forth.
Jason lays on the floor, conscious of the wetness between his legs, the sperm packed into his innards. His eyes are closed. It\'s over, but he feasts on the raw red pain.
\Are you all right?\ It\'s Dwight. Dwight is a kind soul. A big man, full of mother\'s love, like Shub-Niggurath. His hair is buzz cut, his goatee shot with gray. He resembles Sergeant Schultz.
A shuddering breath escapes Jason. He opens his eyes. Sweat stings. His mouth tastes of copper. He smiles at Dwight, to show that he\'s OK.
But Dwight recoils.
\Yeah, yeah,\ Jason says. His teeth show crimson stains, as if his gums were bleeding. \Jeez.let me get up.\
\No, you just lie there-\
But Jason doesn\'t feel like just lying there. He doesn\'t need to obey anymore. He\'s free of all that. He feels stuffed with life, about to burst with it.
He rolls over onto hands and knees. Sperm squishes in his jeans. The disco\'s smoky air caresses his ass, which protrudes through the ragged split.
\What happened?\ Dwight asks. \I mean, you had some kind of fit, you were moaning and screaming and-\ gulp \-cumming all over the place.\
Jason cannot reply, because the cramp almost fells him, just as if something\'s slugged him in the gut.
Strange. It\'s rather soothing.
But there\'s immense pressure in his bowels. He\'s got to get to a toilet and shit out all the spunk percolating in him. It feels like three cellblocks have barebacked him silly.
\I\'m OK, I just-\ The second cramp strikes, too strong to contain.
A torrent of sperm fountains from his ass. Linda Blair and split pea soup had nothing on this. Glistening sperm, pungent with a demon\'s stink, coats everyone and everything within twenty feet.
\Jason! What\'s-\
The next cramp is far, far worse. The flood is the relentless flow of the Mississippi.
Something inside kicks, something inside twitches, something inside thrusts. Something hard and warm and alive is wedged in his rectum. He feels its heart beating, utterly alien and out of sync with his own. It excites him; his cock throbs. His asshole relaxes; another contraction strikes.
Dwight wipes the sperm from his eyes, bends down to per between those abused, pert cheeks.
Another contraction.
Jason cums, his gooey torrent nearly as massive as what his asshole gushed.
The maculate conception slithers free of his body.
\Christ! Shit! Oh my God! It\'s got tentacles!\
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Got Plaid
I arrived at the bar pretty early tonight. I was more than ready for a few cold ones. So, after grabbing one from the bar I found myself a small table beside the stage. As I looked around the room I noticed there were only a handful of people, mostly guys, but the night was still young. The first couple of girls to perform were good and very entertaining but they weren\'t what I was looking for. Although I was having a nice time that is all that it was, just nice. I wanted more. Well, as they say, \'ask and you shall receive.\'
I figured I would wait and see what the next girl would look like and if she wasn\'t what I was looking for then I would leave. As the music started it caught my attention. My eyes were pleased. For, before me, was this very hot woman. I instantly began to feel a stirring in my pants. I found myself shifting in my chair already and she had only just begun to move. She was wearing a small white top with just a peek of lace showing and her ample breasts spilling out of it. Along with that she had on a tiny plaid skirt, some bobby socks and a pair of black patent leather heels. Her rich chocolate wavy hair came down to the middle of her back and she had a beautiful face. She had nice cheekbones, captivating eyes and these luscious dick sucking lips.
She strolled towards the front of the stage and glanced over at me. I gave her a sly smile and she smiled back as she sauntered around the pole. Grabbing hold with one of her hands she wrapped one of her legs around it and twirled around tilting her head back. Throughout her routine she went around the stage and paid a little attention to the few other guys sitting around it. But, she kept coming back to me.
After watching her for a few minutes I pulled out a few dollars and made sure she noticed. Within a couple of moments she looked back at me and moved my way. As she crawled on her hands and knees across the stage I felt my cock begin to strain against the material of my pants. She climbed down off the stage. I watched her hips sway as she walked over to me. Leaning over she gave me a better view of her tits that were being hugged by her bra. I was dying to get a hold of them. And I was thinking that she must have great nipples.
No words were exchanged. She turned around and bent over grabbing her ankles. This allowed her cute little plaid skirt to ride up on her ass. I could see her thong peeking out at me as if to give me a wink. I kept thinking to myself how amazing it would be to bend her over the stage right now and fuck her. That plaid was such a turn on for me. My cock was so hard and I thought I was going to come right there when she bent over in front of me.
She spun around again and winked at me, running her hand across my chin and mouthed to me, \Come see me after the show.\
As she returned to the stage I was a happy man. This had always been a fantasy of mine to come to a place like this and end up fucking a stripper. I watched her as she collected money around the stage from the other men. Then she went back to gyrating around the stage. Just by watching her I could imagine how much fun it would be to slide my cock inside her wanting pussy. I bet she tastes good too.
Once she left the stage I wandered to the back of the club to the back stage door.
As I sat in my dressing room I wondered if he would actually come find me. Just then, there was a knock at my door. Opening it, I was happy to see that I wasn\'t imagining his attraction. I said hello and smiled then stepped aside and motioned for him to come in. Quickly he found the lounge chair and made himself comfortable.
He had amazing eyes. The kind you could get lost in. I noticed how he was watching me. I was still wearing the outfit I had on during my routine. So, I turned to him and asked if he minded waiting for just a moment while I got changed. He told me that he would mind. A little stunned by his response I turned around and asked him why he minded. He rose from the chair and advanced towards me.
\Because I like what you have on now. Your plaid outfit turns me on. So, please, leave it on for me,\ he said as he now stood only inches away from me.
So I decided I would honor his request. Besides he was so handsome I couldn\'t resist his charm. And, my body was urging me to touch him. I remembered feeling the heat from his body when I had gone over to him earlier. Seeing the lust in his eyes. And, now I had him here in front of me. So, what was I waiting for?
I told him to relax back on the lounge chair and I would be right back. Then I went to my little fridge and grabbed a couple of cold drinks. As I walked back towards him I noticed that look in his eyes again. I decided I would just go ahead and make the first move. I placed the drinks down on the side table and then moved back until I stood in front of him again. Then I climbed onto him and straddled his lap. This, of course, makes my plaid skirt ride up my hips. And my thong came in contact with his pants, which were suddenly quite snug. I could feel his stiff cock underneath me and I felt my thong getting moist.
He told me, \You have no idea how hot you look in this plaid schoolgirl outfit. I almost came in my pants when you bent over in front of me earlier.\
\Well, then, what are you going to do to me now? I know what I want you to do. I want you to fuck me. NOW!\ I told him in a whisper.
His eyes widened and he grabbed hold of my hips and I started to grind against him. Then he ran his hand up my back and tangled his fingers in my hair. He pulled my face towards his and our mouths met for the first time. The energy between us was incredible. Our kissing grew more animalistic. The desire to feel him inside of me growing stronger as each second passed.
He undid my shirt and bra and the cool air swept across my bare breasts. My nipples now stood exposed and erect. His hands came up to my tits and he started to massage them. The feel of his hands on my body felt so good to me. Then he leaned in and took my right nipple into his mouth.
\I knew you had great nipples hidden under that bra,\ he said.
The lust really started to show between us. I couldn\'t take it anymore. I had to have him now. So I guided him off of my nipple and stood up. I then slid my thong off of me. Placing one foot up beside him I took his hand and brought it up to meet my pussy.
\I want you to feel how wet she is for you,\ I said.
He ran his hand across my slit a few times and then slid one of his fingers inside of me. Then he slid himself underneath me as I stood and he began to lick me. After a couple of minutes my legs started to feel a little shaky. So, he told me to sit down and relax. Quickly he got back to fingering my pussy. Within moments I came all over him. I watched as he lapped up my juices.
As I lay there on the chair in my post orgasm state he stood up and undid his pants and dropped them to the floor. I spread my legs apart for him as if to offer him my pussy one more time. Kneeling down before me he took his cock and teased me for a moment. He started to slap his cock against my clit stimulating me once more. Then with one slow smooth motion he slid inside of me.
His thrusts were strong and hard. I ran my fingers up the muscles in his arms and looked into his eyes. The faster he fucked me the louder he moaned. I told him to fuck me harder. And so he did. Harder and harder he fucked me. It was as if his cock was made for me. We fit together so good.
\That\'s right, fuck me. I want you to make me scream,\ I told him.
This seemed to ignite something within him because he started to fuck me with a fury almost. My moans grew louder. He was thrusting in me deeply now. I could feel myself hanging on the edge. My moans becoming higher pitched. Suddenly I was lost in the throws of an amazing orgasm. Moments later he came with such force. I could feel our juices dripping down my ass.
As we got ourselves together he looked at me and said, \I sure hope we can see each other again.\
I smiled at him, leaned over to kiss him and said, \You can count on that.\
He said, \Just promise me you\'ll were another fun outfit.\
I figured I would wait and see what the next girl would look like and if she wasn\'t what I was looking for then I would leave. As the music started it caught my attention. My eyes were pleased. For, before me, was this very hot woman. I instantly began to feel a stirring in my pants. I found myself shifting in my chair already and she had only just begun to move. She was wearing a small white top with just a peek of lace showing and her ample breasts spilling out of it. Along with that she had on a tiny plaid skirt, some bobby socks and a pair of black patent leather heels. Her rich chocolate wavy hair came down to the middle of her back and she had a beautiful face. She had nice cheekbones, captivating eyes and these luscious dick sucking lips.
She strolled towards the front of the stage and glanced over at me. I gave her a sly smile and she smiled back as she sauntered around the pole. Grabbing hold with one of her hands she wrapped one of her legs around it and twirled around tilting her head back. Throughout her routine she went around the stage and paid a little attention to the few other guys sitting around it. But, she kept coming back to me.
After watching her for a few minutes I pulled out a few dollars and made sure she noticed. Within a couple of moments she looked back at me and moved my way. As she crawled on her hands and knees across the stage I felt my cock begin to strain against the material of my pants. She climbed down off the stage. I watched her hips sway as she walked over to me. Leaning over she gave me a better view of her tits that were being hugged by her bra. I was dying to get a hold of them. And I was thinking that she must have great nipples.
No words were exchanged. She turned around and bent over grabbing her ankles. This allowed her cute little plaid skirt to ride up on her ass. I could see her thong peeking out at me as if to give me a wink. I kept thinking to myself how amazing it would be to bend her over the stage right now and fuck her. That plaid was such a turn on for me. My cock was so hard and I thought I was going to come right there when she bent over in front of me.
She spun around again and winked at me, running her hand across my chin and mouthed to me, \Come see me after the show.\
As she returned to the stage I was a happy man. This had always been a fantasy of mine to come to a place like this and end up fucking a stripper. I watched her as she collected money around the stage from the other men. Then she went back to gyrating around the stage. Just by watching her I could imagine how much fun it would be to slide my cock inside her wanting pussy. I bet she tastes good too.
Once she left the stage I wandered to the back of the club to the back stage door.
As I sat in my dressing room I wondered if he would actually come find me. Just then, there was a knock at my door. Opening it, I was happy to see that I wasn\'t imagining his attraction. I said hello and smiled then stepped aside and motioned for him to come in. Quickly he found the lounge chair and made himself comfortable.
He had amazing eyes. The kind you could get lost in. I noticed how he was watching me. I was still wearing the outfit I had on during my routine. So, I turned to him and asked if he minded waiting for just a moment while I got changed. He told me that he would mind. A little stunned by his response I turned around and asked him why he minded. He rose from the chair and advanced towards me.
\Because I like what you have on now. Your plaid outfit turns me on. So, please, leave it on for me,\ he said as he now stood only inches away from me.
So I decided I would honor his request. Besides he was so handsome I couldn\'t resist his charm. And, my body was urging me to touch him. I remembered feeling the heat from his body when I had gone over to him earlier. Seeing the lust in his eyes. And, now I had him here in front of me. So, what was I waiting for?
I told him to relax back on the lounge chair and I would be right back. Then I went to my little fridge and grabbed a couple of cold drinks. As I walked back towards him I noticed that look in his eyes again. I decided I would just go ahead and make the first move. I placed the drinks down on the side table and then moved back until I stood in front of him again. Then I climbed onto him and straddled his lap. This, of course, makes my plaid skirt ride up my hips. And my thong came in contact with his pants, which were suddenly quite snug. I could feel his stiff cock underneath me and I felt my thong getting moist.
He told me, \You have no idea how hot you look in this plaid schoolgirl outfit. I almost came in my pants when you bent over in front of me earlier.\
\Well, then, what are you going to do to me now? I know what I want you to do. I want you to fuck me. NOW!\ I told him in a whisper.
His eyes widened and he grabbed hold of my hips and I started to grind against him. Then he ran his hand up my back and tangled his fingers in my hair. He pulled my face towards his and our mouths met for the first time. The energy between us was incredible. Our kissing grew more animalistic. The desire to feel him inside of me growing stronger as each second passed.
He undid my shirt and bra and the cool air swept across my bare breasts. My nipples now stood exposed and erect. His hands came up to my tits and he started to massage them. The feel of his hands on my body felt so good to me. Then he leaned in and took my right nipple into his mouth.
\I knew you had great nipples hidden under that bra,\ he said.
The lust really started to show between us. I couldn\'t take it anymore. I had to have him now. So I guided him off of my nipple and stood up. I then slid my thong off of me. Placing one foot up beside him I took his hand and brought it up to meet my pussy.
\I want you to feel how wet she is for you,\ I said.
He ran his hand across my slit a few times and then slid one of his fingers inside of me. Then he slid himself underneath me as I stood and he began to lick me. After a couple of minutes my legs started to feel a little shaky. So, he told me to sit down and relax. Quickly he got back to fingering my pussy. Within moments I came all over him. I watched as he lapped up my juices.
As I lay there on the chair in my post orgasm state he stood up and undid his pants and dropped them to the floor. I spread my legs apart for him as if to offer him my pussy one more time. Kneeling down before me he took his cock and teased me for a moment. He started to slap his cock against my clit stimulating me once more. Then with one slow smooth motion he slid inside of me.
His thrusts were strong and hard. I ran my fingers up the muscles in his arms and looked into his eyes. The faster he fucked me the louder he moaned. I told him to fuck me harder. And so he did. Harder and harder he fucked me. It was as if his cock was made for me. We fit together so good.
\That\'s right, fuck me. I want you to make me scream,\ I told him.
This seemed to ignite something within him because he started to fuck me with a fury almost. My moans grew louder. He was thrusting in me deeply now. I could feel myself hanging on the edge. My moans becoming higher pitched. Suddenly I was lost in the throws of an amazing orgasm. Moments later he came with such force. I could feel our juices dripping down my ass.
As we got ourselves together he looked at me and said, \I sure hope we can see each other again.\
I smiled at him, leaned over to kiss him and said, \You can count on that.\
He said, \Just promise me you\'ll were another fun outfit.\
Monday, February 23, 2009
Part 19 of 1 love dove love shove
19
NAUGHT CAUGHT
Rachel eagerly arrives for her first little league game. Jeff gives her a big hug and kiss before running to the field. He sees Freds father standing alone. Mr. Weber, its OK if you look at my, me, as long as you dont get hard.
In quite a rage, but quietly, How dare you suggest Jeff moves on, to end the squabble.
The Cubs seem cocky to Sean as they arrive for their game against the Tigers who are looking for their first win. He calls a team conference emphasizing the importance of respecting every opponent, taking them seriously.
Michaels first pitch hits the leadoff batter. Then he walks the next two, loading the bases. Sean makes a pitching change but Karim appears mentally unprepared to pitch so early in the game. Five runs come in before three outs.
In the bottom of the first inning, Jeff swings at the first pitch, which bounces on home plate. The second pitch goes down the middle, called strike two. Jeff swings at pitch three, eye high, for strike three.
Back in the dugout Sean asks, Why didnt you think about buntingthe infielders werent looking for one.
I should be able to get a real hit against this team.
Oh! And I always thought that bunting took more skill than a home run swing. Stupid me! Against this team I bet you could hit with one hand tied behind your back. And dont look for a walk. That would look foolish against a bunch of losers.
I take it that youre not happy with my at-bat.
Are you, Jeff?
Hanging his head, No.
If we dont respect this team, we will continue to be embarrassed by them.
Later Clyde moves two steps to get under a lazy fly ball. The ball hits the heal of his glove, dropping to the ground. In his frustration his throw to second base sails over Michaels head into right field, allowing two runs to score. In the dugout afterward, Fred bombards him with insults. Several Cubs join in before Sean steps in to break it up. Clyde moves to the corner to cry alone. After a minute, Sean comes over to comfort him, assuring him that hes not upset by his errors. Karim joins in with support.
The Cubs have some inspiring moments, yet continue to be haunted by humiliation, which ends in a 12-11 loss. Jeff and other Cubs fight off tears.
Rachel gives Sean a hug to raise his spirit. He says, Thanks. Its too late to go to the beach. Why dont we go swimming at my house?
Sounds like a plan. Meet you there.
As soon as Jeff feels safe in his mothers car he cries hysterically, I hate baseball! I hate myself. I hate life.
Before driving off, Rachel leans across the seat to console her son. Jeff hugs her tightly, turning to cry against her breasts. Soon he feels good enough to go.
In no time theyre at Seans pool. Jeff continues to rub his red eyes. Rachel removes her top and begins working on her bra. Mom, youre not allowed to swim naked here.
Of course I can. Then thinking shes happy that Sean set this rule for Jeff, But I didnt bring a bathing suit.
Sean opines, Id love to see you in a bikini Rachel. I never have, you know. But I think we can make an exception todaymy parents are out of town and no one else will just walk in.
Jeff becomes excited, Me too?
If your mom says OK.
Sure, since Im here too. Jeff already was down to his undies and had them off before anyone could reconsider. He quickly runs into the pool.
Sean sadly says, I see Jeff took the loss hard.
Yeah, its been quite a long time since Ive seen him like this.
The pools a good diversion, Rachel. This was the first time they didnt feel challenged. Nothing I said seemed to matter for long. They kept falling in the rut.
Jeff walks back to them, Arent you coming in?
Jeff looks different to Sean, but cant figure out why. Somehow he looks more confident, self-assuredstrange, after a humiliating loss. All three jump into the pool, and start hitting a volleyball around.
After getting out and drying off, the doorbell rings. Jeff asks, Who could that be?
Well, they must know someones home so I better answer it. Sean goes to the door wrapping a towel around himself on the move. Hello Roxanne.
Hi Sean. Ive been missing you.
Youve been on my mind too.
Startled, seeing Jeff in the background, Why is there a naked boy in your house!?
Sean turns to look; but is speechless. Jeff hollers, My mom is here too. Seans head sinks, but he also breaths a sigh of relief. He also notices how Jeff had changedhis hips are more open as he moves. Not that he tried to hide his boyhood in the past, far from that. But now hes all out there. Apparently yesterdays penis discussion influenced his attitude most wonderfully. But for Roxannes sake, to bad this change happened so quickly.
So youve become a nudist, huh.
Thinking Jeff was crazy to leave the pool area, You could say that.
Well, Im leaving.
That would be good. But we need to talk again.
For sure, Sean. Bye.
See ya, Roxanne. Closing the door, Sean sighs, Glad thats over.
Jeff runs to Sean, hugs him, That really sucks.
Yes, but lets not use Alex words. You know, I wish you had stayed out of sight.
Yeah, I realize that now.
Sean wants to praise Jeff for his newly found confidence, but decides that its better unspokenor he may become self-conscience, hurting his self-assurance. Then Sean begins thinking that Jeffs change and his mistake are related. Both have to do with forgetting oneself. Getting back to the patio, Rachel says, That smells royally.
Worse. Butmaybe this is better. Like she said, Im a nudist now.
Naturist.
Whatever. How could I go back to Roxanne now, unless she becomes a naturist? Fat chance of that.
Rachel remarks, It doesnt have to be that black and white. But it works for me, talking selfishly. She embraces Sean.
Im realizing how much of an obstacle to nurture clothes are. Getting naked on our first date, that really wasnt a date, to start out anyway, getting naked simplifies everything, intimacy flows naturally. Yeah, were both hot for each other, but loving each other tenderly becomes more important. Back in slow motion mode, my sex drive drove me crazy, insane. I wont go back.
I love you sooo much. Reaching for a kiss, Rachels tongue moves deep into Seans mouth. And Sean searches the recesses of Rachels lovely mouth. After watching with delight briefly, Jeff, realizing hes on his own for awhile, runs and dives into the pool. Sean, you graduated. Congratulations!
Rachel, what are you talking about?
To become a true naturist, a person gets past sexual obsession. You control sex, rather than sex controling you.
Wow! Thanks. Yeah, I did graduate!
20
ROUGH N TOUGH
After school Jeff goes to Seans house. As expected, hes home.
Well, well, well. Who is this coming to grammas house.
Laughing, Its little red riding hood.
Hunching his back over, with a cackling voice, Are you sure youre not the big bad wolf, houuuuuu. My eyes arent so good, you know.
Well, maybe I am. Well have to get into your bed, if you want to find out.
Not so quick sonny. I
Dont call me sonny. Im your honey.
With his voice still cackling, Oh. Oh. Oh. So you are. Well then, come on in already.
You are too much, Sean.
Well sonny honey, I dont come cheap. I charge my clients a hundred dollars just to talk to me.
Turn around and Ill give you a hundred bucks.
Cooooorny. Lets get in bed. But be gentle with this buck.
Jeffs naked by the time he gets to Seans bed. Who said anything about stripping, sonny honey?
I did, telepathically. You werent listening. Now we need to strip you too. By the way Sean, how come you get hard when I mention my mother but dont when were naked with her.
Ouch. Hitting me before Im down, huh.
Im sorry. I didnt realize how tough this topic would be.
Giving Jeff a hug in appreciation of his candor, and for his own comfort, I dont know, Jeff. The touchy part of this issue is my discomfort with having an erection in your presence.
You didnt seem uncomfortable at Blacks Beach when you two were smooching in the water.
Thats true, but it was appropriate in that situation. So you also see, my penis does rise to the occasion, with your mother.
Yeah, but why can you control it on the beach and at your pool, but not when alone with me?
Yeah, Jeff, I know thats the real question. Let me know when you have an answer.
So you dont know?
Well. Maybe it has to do with respect. I respect your mom too much to be horny every minute with her. But if Im not with her, I usually get horny when shes on my mind.
I get it. That makes sense. Why arent you hard now? Were talking about her.
Youre question sidetracked me. But lets drop the topic now, and your mom, OK?
OK, Sean. I have another tough topic, but about me. When I went to my room last night I thought terrible things.
Well, you have plenty of company.
Really? Who else?
I think we should stay focused on you.
I was hoping youd let me get sidetracked.
It helps, Jeff, to talk about your troubles with someone you trust.
I got so angry about yesterdays ball game again. I hate myself. I swore at myself about every mistake I made in the game. And I hate being humiliated by a rotten team. Some Cubs claimed we lost on purpose because we felt sorry for the Tigersto cover up their embarrassment.
Jeff, just talk about yourself for now.
Id rather die than be humiliated. I thought about painless ways to die. I told my mother I was sick, so I wouldnt have to go to school. She didnt fall for it. I swore at her. I feel so bad. I would pull my hair out if it didnt hurt.
So how do you plan on dying?
Jumping off a cliff was my best idea.
How would your mother feel, Jeff, after you did it?
Probably worse than me now.
You got that rightand me too! You arent gonna like what Ive got to say.
I trust you Sean. Say it.
You need to embrace your humiliation like you embrace me.
Ugh!
God has a way of getting our attention when our attitude needs adjustment.
What attitude do I need to change?
Jeff, I think you can figure it out. What are you humiliated about?
Doing bad against a lousy team.
Firmly, So youre a lousy player.
Hey! That hurts. Watch that!
Whats good for the goose is good for the gander.
Sourly, Whats that supposed to mean?
It hurts you to be called lousy. How do you think the Tigers feel about being labeled lousy?
Goodthey won.
No. They feel good about winning but hurt by your label. You dissed them.
Not just me!
Right now, Jeff, no one elses faults matter. You dissed them when you thought it was below your dignity to bunt against them or to draw a walk. And by insulting them you messed up your own game.
Now I feel worse yet!
So, good buddy, are you gonna beat yourself up some more? Or embrace your pain?
Oh! I get it now!
As they hug each other, Sean says, Now you can think about the Cubs who covered up their embarrassment.
Yeah, they were running away from their painnot facing it. I got some teammates to talk toand some Tigers.
They proceed in their naked state into unrestrained passionate touching, hugging, and kissing. Intense intimacy, at its best, without the complications of erotic feelings.
NAUGHT CAUGHT
Rachel eagerly arrives for her first little league game. Jeff gives her a big hug and kiss before running to the field. He sees Freds father standing alone. Mr. Weber, its OK if you look at my, me, as long as you dont get hard.
In quite a rage, but quietly, How dare you suggest Jeff moves on, to end the squabble.
The Cubs seem cocky to Sean as they arrive for their game against the Tigers who are looking for their first win. He calls a team conference emphasizing the importance of respecting every opponent, taking them seriously.
Michaels first pitch hits the leadoff batter. Then he walks the next two, loading the bases. Sean makes a pitching change but Karim appears mentally unprepared to pitch so early in the game. Five runs come in before three outs.
In the bottom of the first inning, Jeff swings at the first pitch, which bounces on home plate. The second pitch goes down the middle, called strike two. Jeff swings at pitch three, eye high, for strike three.
Back in the dugout Sean asks, Why didnt you think about buntingthe infielders werent looking for one.
I should be able to get a real hit against this team.
Oh! And I always thought that bunting took more skill than a home run swing. Stupid me! Against this team I bet you could hit with one hand tied behind your back. And dont look for a walk. That would look foolish against a bunch of losers.
I take it that youre not happy with my at-bat.
Are you, Jeff?
Hanging his head, No.
If we dont respect this team, we will continue to be embarrassed by them.
Later Clyde moves two steps to get under a lazy fly ball. The ball hits the heal of his glove, dropping to the ground. In his frustration his throw to second base sails over Michaels head into right field, allowing two runs to score. In the dugout afterward, Fred bombards him with insults. Several Cubs join in before Sean steps in to break it up. Clyde moves to the corner to cry alone. After a minute, Sean comes over to comfort him, assuring him that hes not upset by his errors. Karim joins in with support.
The Cubs have some inspiring moments, yet continue to be haunted by humiliation, which ends in a 12-11 loss. Jeff and other Cubs fight off tears.
Rachel gives Sean a hug to raise his spirit. He says, Thanks. Its too late to go to the beach. Why dont we go swimming at my house?
Sounds like a plan. Meet you there.
As soon as Jeff feels safe in his mothers car he cries hysterically, I hate baseball! I hate myself. I hate life.
Before driving off, Rachel leans across the seat to console her son. Jeff hugs her tightly, turning to cry against her breasts. Soon he feels good enough to go.
In no time theyre at Seans pool. Jeff continues to rub his red eyes. Rachel removes her top and begins working on her bra. Mom, youre not allowed to swim naked here.
Of course I can. Then thinking shes happy that Sean set this rule for Jeff, But I didnt bring a bathing suit.
Sean opines, Id love to see you in a bikini Rachel. I never have, you know. But I think we can make an exception todaymy parents are out of town and no one else will just walk in.
Jeff becomes excited, Me too?
If your mom says OK.
Sure, since Im here too. Jeff already was down to his undies and had them off before anyone could reconsider. He quickly runs into the pool.
Sean sadly says, I see Jeff took the loss hard.
Yeah, its been quite a long time since Ive seen him like this.
The pools a good diversion, Rachel. This was the first time they didnt feel challenged. Nothing I said seemed to matter for long. They kept falling in the rut.
Jeff walks back to them, Arent you coming in?
Jeff looks different to Sean, but cant figure out why. Somehow he looks more confident, self-assuredstrange, after a humiliating loss. All three jump into the pool, and start hitting a volleyball around.
After getting out and drying off, the doorbell rings. Jeff asks, Who could that be?
Well, they must know someones home so I better answer it. Sean goes to the door wrapping a towel around himself on the move. Hello Roxanne.
Hi Sean. Ive been missing you.
Youve been on my mind too.
Startled, seeing Jeff in the background, Why is there a naked boy in your house!?
Sean turns to look; but is speechless. Jeff hollers, My mom is here too. Seans head sinks, but he also breaths a sigh of relief. He also notices how Jeff had changedhis hips are more open as he moves. Not that he tried to hide his boyhood in the past, far from that. But now hes all out there. Apparently yesterdays penis discussion influenced his attitude most wonderfully. But for Roxannes sake, to bad this change happened so quickly.
So youve become a nudist, huh.
Thinking Jeff was crazy to leave the pool area, You could say that.
Well, Im leaving.
That would be good. But we need to talk again.
For sure, Sean. Bye.
See ya, Roxanne. Closing the door, Sean sighs, Glad thats over.
Jeff runs to Sean, hugs him, That really sucks.
Yes, but lets not use Alex words. You know, I wish you had stayed out of sight.
Yeah, I realize that now.
Sean wants to praise Jeff for his newly found confidence, but decides that its better unspokenor he may become self-conscience, hurting his self-assurance. Then Sean begins thinking that Jeffs change and his mistake are related. Both have to do with forgetting oneself. Getting back to the patio, Rachel says, That smells royally.
Worse. Butmaybe this is better. Like she said, Im a nudist now.
Naturist.
Whatever. How could I go back to Roxanne now, unless she becomes a naturist? Fat chance of that.
Rachel remarks, It doesnt have to be that black and white. But it works for me, talking selfishly. She embraces Sean.
Im realizing how much of an obstacle to nurture clothes are. Getting naked on our first date, that really wasnt a date, to start out anyway, getting naked simplifies everything, intimacy flows naturally. Yeah, were both hot for each other, but loving each other tenderly becomes more important. Back in slow motion mode, my sex drive drove me crazy, insane. I wont go back.
I love you sooo much. Reaching for a kiss, Rachels tongue moves deep into Seans mouth. And Sean searches the recesses of Rachels lovely mouth. After watching with delight briefly, Jeff, realizing hes on his own for awhile, runs and dives into the pool. Sean, you graduated. Congratulations!
Rachel, what are you talking about?
To become a true naturist, a person gets past sexual obsession. You control sex, rather than sex controling you.
Wow! Thanks. Yeah, I did graduate!
20
ROUGH N TOUGH
After school Jeff goes to Seans house. As expected, hes home.
Well, well, well. Who is this coming to grammas house.
Laughing, Its little red riding hood.
Hunching his back over, with a cackling voice, Are you sure youre not the big bad wolf, houuuuuu. My eyes arent so good, you know.
Well, maybe I am. Well have to get into your bed, if you want to find out.
Not so quick sonny. I
Dont call me sonny. Im your honey.
With his voice still cackling, Oh. Oh. Oh. So you are. Well then, come on in already.
You are too much, Sean.
Well sonny honey, I dont come cheap. I charge my clients a hundred dollars just to talk to me.
Turn around and Ill give you a hundred bucks.
Cooooorny. Lets get in bed. But be gentle with this buck.
Jeffs naked by the time he gets to Seans bed. Who said anything about stripping, sonny honey?
I did, telepathically. You werent listening. Now we need to strip you too. By the way Sean, how come you get hard when I mention my mother but dont when were naked with her.
Ouch. Hitting me before Im down, huh.
Im sorry. I didnt realize how tough this topic would be.
Giving Jeff a hug in appreciation of his candor, and for his own comfort, I dont know, Jeff. The touchy part of this issue is my discomfort with having an erection in your presence.
You didnt seem uncomfortable at Blacks Beach when you two were smooching in the water.
Thats true, but it was appropriate in that situation. So you also see, my penis does rise to the occasion, with your mother.
Yeah, but why can you control it on the beach and at your pool, but not when alone with me?
Yeah, Jeff, I know thats the real question. Let me know when you have an answer.
So you dont know?
Well. Maybe it has to do with respect. I respect your mom too much to be horny every minute with her. But if Im not with her, I usually get horny when shes on my mind.
I get it. That makes sense. Why arent you hard now? Were talking about her.
Youre question sidetracked me. But lets drop the topic now, and your mom, OK?
OK, Sean. I have another tough topic, but about me. When I went to my room last night I thought terrible things.
Well, you have plenty of company.
Really? Who else?
I think we should stay focused on you.
I was hoping youd let me get sidetracked.
It helps, Jeff, to talk about your troubles with someone you trust.
I got so angry about yesterdays ball game again. I hate myself. I swore at myself about every mistake I made in the game. And I hate being humiliated by a rotten team. Some Cubs claimed we lost on purpose because we felt sorry for the Tigersto cover up their embarrassment.
Jeff, just talk about yourself for now.
Id rather die than be humiliated. I thought about painless ways to die. I told my mother I was sick, so I wouldnt have to go to school. She didnt fall for it. I swore at her. I feel so bad. I would pull my hair out if it didnt hurt.
So how do you plan on dying?
Jumping off a cliff was my best idea.
How would your mother feel, Jeff, after you did it?
Probably worse than me now.
You got that rightand me too! You arent gonna like what Ive got to say.
I trust you Sean. Say it.
You need to embrace your humiliation like you embrace me.
Ugh!
God has a way of getting our attention when our attitude needs adjustment.
What attitude do I need to change?
Jeff, I think you can figure it out. What are you humiliated about?
Doing bad against a lousy team.
Firmly, So youre a lousy player.
Hey! That hurts. Watch that!
Whats good for the goose is good for the gander.
Sourly, Whats that supposed to mean?
It hurts you to be called lousy. How do you think the Tigers feel about being labeled lousy?
Goodthey won.
No. They feel good about winning but hurt by your label. You dissed them.
Not just me!
Right now, Jeff, no one elses faults matter. You dissed them when you thought it was below your dignity to bunt against them or to draw a walk. And by insulting them you messed up your own game.
Now I feel worse yet!
So, good buddy, are you gonna beat yourself up some more? Or embrace your pain?
Oh! I get it now!
As they hug each other, Sean says, Now you can think about the Cubs who covered up their embarrassment.
Yeah, they were running away from their painnot facing it. I got some teammates to talk toand some Tigers.
They proceed in their naked state into unrestrained passionate touching, hugging, and kissing. Intense intimacy, at its best, without the complications of erotic feelings.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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