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Driving Me Crazy, Baby

2008-04-27T16:44:00.000-04:00

Sometimes the thing you want the most is the thing that knocks you on your ass when it finally comes true. I’m a bit of a reclusive exhibitionist, which is less of an oxymoron than one might originally think. I like the thrill of being in public when I’m doing something naughty, but safe enough where there’s absolutely no chance of getting caught.

I know, I know. Isn’t the whole point of being bad in public the thrill of getting caught? Well, yes, of course. As well as the thrill and knowledge of actually doing something in public that no one else knows about.

There are many variants of this. Wearing something sexy under your clothes that no one but your partner knows about. I love the thought of a woman walking around without any panties on, and the rest of the world oblivious. But I think those things only exist in the pages of prose.

One of my kinkiest public fantasies is to wear a pair of pants with the pockets cut out. She knows all about it before we even go to the movies. In fact, she insisted. That’s another thing. I think its extremely arousing when a woman insists on a naughty situation. Sometimes its as simple as putting on a pair of crotchless pantyhose for a night out, and not texting me about it until its too late for me to do anything about it.

That’s hot.

But I digress.

We’re in the movie theater. In the back row. And several minutes into the movie she shifts her hips so that she’s sitting sideways, and she very covertly slides her hands inside my pocket. Were someone to even glance in our direction, they would be none the wiser that she’s wrapping her fingers around my naked cock inside my pants. She could smile at them with her biggest grin while stroking the full length, and they would just smile right back and return their attention to the movie screen.

That’s hot.

I’ve heard some say that the mind is the bodies most powerful sexual organ.

I couldn’t agree more. Sometimes a look across a crowded room, a look meant only for me, is all it takes to get my blood boiling. Sometimes it’s the slightest innuendo. Sometimes the briefest touch. Her hips against mine. Her fingers running across my stomach and chest. And my mind takes over. Envisioning the details that my eyes can’t see. I picture her legs beneath the tight pants she wears, because my mind helps the other senses along.

That’s why our morning drive to the park was so wonderful.

She knows how I feel about these things. How I long for those private, public moments. Those miniscule little jaunts into undiscovered country.

She knows how hot it gets me.

That’s why she does it.

I should have known something was up from the moment we walked out to the car and she handed me the keys, telling me it was my turn to drive. I looked at her a bit quizzical, but I shrugged it off and slid behind the wheel.

A few blocks down the road and she slid her hand onto my thigh, which I then placed my hand on top of, each of us exchanging smiles. It was a wonderful day. Nice cool breeze, with the windows down. The sun was bright and shining overhead.

That’s when I felt her shift a little in her seat. I turned and she’d moved a little closer to me, resting her elbow and some of her weight on the center console between us. Her hand rubbed my thigh and I smiled, squeezing her hand beneath mine.

But she wasn’t done there. Before long we had left the majority of the city behind us and found our way onto the winding, rural, country roads outside of the city. Her hands slid down the inside of my thigh and raked it with her fingernails. I shifted in the seat as my groin became tight, everything bunching up as my cock began to grow.

I shifted and pulled at the material around my zipper, trying to ease some of the confinement.

“Here. Let me help.” She moaned in that you’re-in-so-much-trouble voice of hers. You know the one. The kind of voice that makes your eyes roll back into your head. Except I was driving. So my eyes didn’t necessarily roll into the back of my head, but they certainly did a somersault in my head.

Her fingers brushed along my groin, scraping her fingernails along the zipper. Then I heard the high-pitched zip as she let me free. I sighed as the bulge in my underwear swelled through the opening.

Her fingers brushed up and down the bulge. It was seriously becoming difficult to keep my eyes on the road.

“Don’t get in a wreck.” She scolds me in that voice again. I shift in my seat again and I feel her readjust again. She’s leaning over half the car now and pulling the waistband of my boxer briefs out and over my cock. Freeing it. Exposing it. The cool spring ear blasts in through my open window and assaults my cock. She chuckles and runs her hand over it.

It jumps and she looks up at me, swallowing me with those all-encompassing eyes. Is it possible to escape that look when it takes you hold?

She runs her thumb over my head as slick, clear liquid drips from the tip, coating her fingers. She coos and begins to stroke my cock, biting her lower lips as I shudder in the driver’s seat. Surely she knows I can’t last long like this. Surely she must know.

Her hand squeezes my balls, gingerly but firmly, and I feel them drawing up into my stomach. My entire spine is wound like a coil spring. The tension is tight and unyielding. Her hand slides back up and over my cock and down again.

I feel the blood rushing to my head and I shake my head, tilting my head in her direction. “I’m going to cum soon.”

Squeezing just the slightest bit more, she pumps my cock in her hand and tosses her head so that her hair all flips to one side, drifting over part of her eyes. “So what’s stopping you.”

She slides her hand back along my length until she captures the head in her palm, and then she begins to shimmy it inside. Small, shallow motions with her wrist. Every ounce of me is connected to that inch of flesh in her hand. Every fiber of my being is being sucked through that grip. Then, without warning, she lowers her head as her hand slides down my cock and her lips swallow me.

Without warning my hips lift out of the seat and a low, guttural moan escapes my lips as I empty my seed into her mouth. She hums and chuckles as she suckles it from me like her morning breakfast. I tilt my head back against the seat as we come to a stop sign. The first sign of the next town. I’m barely able to open my eyes and realize there’s no one behind us, or nearby.

She sits upright and gives me a kiss, casually sliding me back into my underwear and zipping me back up.

Oh, how I love surprises.

Slow and Deliberate

2008-04-24T08:40:00.001-04:00

Its not often in the hustle and bustle of the average day, or even week, that we really get the chance to enjoy one another. Kids. Work. Household chores. One responsibility after another takes its precedence.

That’s what makes those elusive private moments so golden. I could tell she was full of venom from the moment I walked through the door. The sharp click-clack of her fingers on the keys was enough to make me consider a hasty retreat. But she’d already heard the front door close so I was thoroughly committed.

Her eyes darted up from the top of the laptop as I strolled through the room. She took a bite out of an apple and set it back down on the plate, licking her lips in the process. I could imagine her tearing into me like that and my whole body shivered.

“Cold chill?”

My eyes met hers as the hairs on my neck stood up. She met me stare for stare and pushed her glasses back up along her nose.

“Somebody stomping on my grave.” I answered shrewdly and plopped down into my chair at the desk.

My son came running into my arms and clamored up into my lap, singing gaily his favorite song, Daddy Daddy Daddy.

“How’s he been?” I asked, and regretting it immediately.

“Well, what do you want to hear about first? The pencil marks he made all over the walls, or the drink he spilled all over the living room carpet?”

I looked down at him and he dug further into my arms, begging forgiveness. “Have we been a bad boy?” I asked, tickling his rib.

He launched into a fit of laughter before I put him down and sent him off to play.

“He’s not the only bad boy in this family?” She murmured from behind her laptop.

“Oh?” I asked, raising my voice just enough to show I was listening. What had the boys done now?

“Yeah,” she said, pushing her laptop away a little bit. “I read that bisexual threesome story you posted yesterday. You really want to do that?”

Her eyes were difficult to read. Was she teasing and playful? Pissed off? Or just giving me a hard time?

“I dunno. A little. Not just any guy, of course, but maybe with the right guy, y’know.”

“Yeah,” she mumbled softly as she stood up and left the room, her legs flexing beneath the long pajama shirt she was wearing. The sound of the dryer door opening disconnected my mind from that discussion and I went back to checking my email as the boy watched his cartoons.

An hour later, while the tune of the evening had returned to normal, an instant message popped up on my screen

What did u have 4 lunch today?

I chuckled as I looked past my computer screen while the username’s owner pretended not to see me spying on her.

A few apples and a salad, I typed back. Click-click-clack. Her finger went into action, responding from across the bedroom.

Yummy.

It was pretty tasty.

Any other fruit today?

I paused for a second. That was a weird question.

A banana for breakfast.

Hmmmmmmm, she answered.

What’s up? I asked.

Just making sure you’re eating healthy.

And that was that. Fellas, do you ever get the feeling we’re like mice in a maze?

Another hour later and the sun had had its fill of us. I love the way the purples and oranges shine though our bedroom window. My eyes wandered a little and met suddenly with hers. Bold and dead on, she pulled off her glasses and tapped them on her lips.

“What are you in the mood for … for dinner?” A slight hesitation in her question coaxed a chuckle from me.

But before I could answer she cut me off. “And no, pussy is not on the menu.”

I pretended to pout for a few seconds. “I don’t know. I’ll probably just fix myself a sandwich in a while.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “I’m in the mood for something easy tonight.”

This time she chuckled and another conversation came to an end.

The beauty of younger children is that you can, from time to time, coerce them into early bedtimes if they don’t know any better. Teenagers, on the other hand, know what they’re missing at night.

So we got the little man in bed and kissed him good night. The older boys were busy with their TVs, premium channels, and Gamecubes so I decided it was time for my dinner, while the kitchen was empty.

I hear her enter the kitchen.

Then I feel her. Fingers reach around and brush my groin, pressing lightly against me through thin cotton. I look down as her other hand finds its way there too and she presses up behind me.

“Somebody’s happy.” I murmur and she chuckles against my ear.

“I’m hungry too, but I want dinner of a different sort.”

“Oh?” Her tone is deep and sultry, and it affects me just as much as her touch. She undoes the knot holding the crotch of my pajama pants together and reaches inside.

“Mmmmmmm hmmmmm.” She hums in my ear. “I need something salty and sweet.”

“Salty and sweet.” I echo her.

She kisses my cheek and hooks her fingers into my waistband. “Come on.”

I’m quick to follow as she leads me into our bedroom and locks the door behind us. She waists no time in guiding me toward the corner of the room where she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me deeply, opening her mouth to accept my tongue. If I didn’t know any better I’d swear she was humping my leg.

Then she’s just as suddenly pushing me back into the large armchair that I love so much. I topple backwards and land with a hard thud. She grabs my pants and jerks them down off of my hips and slings them off of my legs and across the room. Next come my boxer briefs. I watch them sail across the room with raised eyebrows.

Her fingernails rake my thighs and I gasp. She chuckles and leans in, trailing her tongue along the center of my sac. She nibbles the heavy, swollen jewels within, sucking one into her mouth as I very sincerely rise to the occasion. I can feel her fingers rubbing my taint, just beneath my sac and my cock jumps, hugging my stomach.

She hums and pulls it away with her fingers, stroking it lightly before she slides her mouth down over it, tasting me. I gasp and sigh as she bobs her head up and down in short little nods of her head.

Her free hand massages my balls and I rest my head back against the chair. This feels so good. I run my fingers through her hair and she looks up at me, smiling as she swallows my cock, rolling her tongue all around the shaft.

But apparently she has a whole army of surprises for me tonight. I feel something slick and hard pressing against my asshole and I jump a little, not expecting it. She hums around my cock and presses more, sliding a lubed up finger inside my ass. I moan hard, closing my head and arching my back as she pumps her finger inside of me and makes love to my cock with her mouth.

She twists her finger inside of me and I feel my stomach and groin rumbling. I gasp as she pops her finger free of me, which turns just as quickly into a moan as she presses her thumb between my cheeks and massages my asshole, rubbing the pad of her thumb around the anus and just barely inserting it now and again.

My cock is hard as a rock inside her mouth and fitting to burst. My fingers tighten into the armrests as she senses it too, increasing her pace. Drawing it out of me. Sucking it out of me. Willing it out of me.

I groan, my hips arching off of the chair, my asshole clutching desperately at her thumb as I cum. Hard. Rivers of seed burst into her mouth. She tightens her lips around me and suckles my offering sweetly, massaging the underbelly of my cock with her tongue. Milking me.

I sigh as she continues massaging my anus, rubbing it nicely she kisses and pets my cock like a pet. “Good boy.” She says with a coy smile.

“Yeah,” I chuckle, leaning forward and pulling her into my arms. I can smell the scent of my semen on her lips, driving me wild. She opens her mouth and kisses me full and hard, her body bowing into mine as I swallow her moan. Her fingers curl around my cock, pulsing with the beat of my heart into her hands. For eternity.

Greedy Cunt

2008-04-09T17:03:00.000-04:00

I can barely detect the change in the air. A subtle shift in the scent. A light creaking of foot on carpet-covered floor.

Its pitch black from one corner to the other. I’ve been here for … I don’t know. Has it been an hour? Or fifteen minutes?

I pull on the ropes tied around my wrists and they bite back, digging into my skin, reminding me quite clearly that I have nowhere to go.

I know she’s hovering somewhere just beyond my ability to reason. Watching me. Gauging me.

The bed shifts beneath her weight and I gasp without warning. My senses strain for the smallest stimuli. She hums and to my ears its like a sex freight train, short circuiting every nerve in my body.

My back arches off the mattress as her fingers brush my cheek and comb through my goatee. My entire body is alive with HER.

Her thigh brushes my chest as she sweeps it over me and I feel wonderfully textured fishnet grazing my nipples. Her fishnet-clad thighs settle above my shoulders and beside my neck. I can smell her scent. Its overpowering.

Her skin glints in soft slivers of moonlight from the nearby window and I realize that she’s not just wearing stockings, but an entire fishnet bodysuit. My body reacts as her fingers delve between her thighs and brush against the only inch of her skin not covered in black netting.

I hear her moan as her fingers brush against her golden lips. Her back arches and her hips quiver as she strums the puffy mound that flanks her lips. I feel her thighs tighten around my neck as she lowers her hips toward my mouth.

I stretch my neck upward, poking my tongue out as far as it will reach. And she chuckles. She hums as she continues fingering her greedy cunt mere inches above my tongue. Her fingertips tickle the edge of my chin playfully and I try to kiss them, growling as she pulls at my goatee.

“Do you want it?” She purrs, toying with me.

“Yesss.” I hiss, biting at her retreating fingertips.

“I’m not so sure I believe you.” She taunts, lowering her hips against, mashing her clit against the tip of my noise. I moan without the inclination, or ability, to restrain myself, kissing her silky smooth lips as she grinds them against me.

And just as suddenly she pulls away, leaving me gasping for breath. Trying desperately to settle my pulse. I want her so bad, I’m hanging on a cliff just short of insanity.

I can hear her giggling and it’s another piece of straw on the camel’s back. She hums again as she traces her finger down my nose.

I twist my face away. I’m in a fever now. Going mad slowly.

“You want it bad, don’t you?” She teases.

“Just fucking give it to me.” I grind the words through my teeth. She coos.

And suddenly I’m overwhelmed in darkness as she slams her hips down onto my face, working her juicy lips over my mouth like a fresh-squeezed orange. I feast on her, literally, sucking her lips and her clit into my mouth and rolling them around with my tongue.

She squeals and I can feel her full weight bearing down on me. And its heaven. My whole body strains to get more of her into my mouth. My nose devours her sweet, musk scent and I’m dizzy with it. She hums again as I feel her weight lifting from me and I’m near to howling in a rage.

But she’s not teasing me anymore. I feel her weight resettle onto me, this time spreading out onto my chest and stomach and I think I know what she has in mind. Her fingers dance along her clit as I bury my tongue deep inside her pussy, tongue fucking her like it’s a miniature cock. I feel and taste her explode all over my mouth and slurp it noisily, slaking my endless thirst for her.

Can I ever get enough? Is enough, even enough?

Then I feel her lips. Light at first. Peppering my abdomen with soft kisses. My hips literally quake at the surprising sensation. Her fingers rake across my thighs as she slowly begins a new rhythm with her hips, riding me. Her fingers close in and curl around my sac, massaging and squeezing my balls gently.

I suck her clit back into my lips as she pulls on my goatee with her fingers, moaning as she kisses the twitching tip of my cock. I sigh against her glistening lips and she chuckles, sliding her lips over my head and sucking me in. She licks all around the tip with her tongue and I lose it.

I just can’t hold it in anymore. My hips arch off the mattress and I fill her mouth with seed. Wave after wave assaults my senses and its just not enough. I hear her moaning as she swallows every last drop, slurping noisily around my cock.

She wiggles her hips and I can’t help chuckling myself, tilting my head back and to the side to kiss her inner thigh. She smacks my thighs and leans her head down against my stomach, her chest expanding with a deep sigh, and I wonder how long she’s going to lay here, stretched out naked across me.

And I think to myself, “Do I care as long as it’s a very long time?”

Paddle Bottom

2008-02-22T10:12:00.001-05:00

I can tell from the moment she walks through the door that she’s in a mood to play. Her whole look speaks volumes. Her thin, toned legs peak through the bottom of one of my dress shirts. One of her favorites. Dark, navy blue with long sleeve. She’s rolled the sleeves up to her elbow for the sheer purpose of being cute.

The collar’s open several buttons down her chest, so much so that I get a good glimpse of skin. I watch her walk across the bedroom as she fiddles with her hair, brushing it back just off of her shoulder.

I cough as she catches me watching and quickly glance down at my laptop. My fingers dance furiously across the keys and my chest pounds a little. I can feel her eyes on me, watching.

I love this game.

Cat and mouse.

But who is which? Right now I feel like the mouse that nibbled at the cheese.

I feel the bed dip as she slides onto the bed. I stare defiantly at my laptop, hands whisking across the keyboard as I focus all my attention on resisting the urge to see what she’s doing. Focus on anything else.

My eyes zero in on a smudge on the flat screen monitor. I squint and lean forward as I feel her behind me. Her breath is on my ear. Driving me insane.

She chuckles lightly and squeals just behind my ear as she slides her arms around my shoulders. I sigh. I can feel her bare breasts on my back, mashed against my skin through the thin T-shirt I’m wearing. She giggles again, rubbing her nose against the back of my ear, as she slides her breasts up and down my back.

I take a deep breath.

She’s not playing fair. Not at all. How’s a man supposed to resist such an open attack? How’s a man supposed to maintain cool control in the coal furnace?

I feel her moving behind me and her fingers curl through my hair, brushing up my thick bush in the back to blow on my neck. Then, as if by magic, her legs appear in my lap. Wrapping around my waist like a viper’s coil, she slides her silky calves over my thighs and bumps my laptop.

With another sigh, this one deeper, I push the laptop off to the side and let her do her dance. There’s no possible way she’s going to let me continue ignoring her. This is just something I have to weather.

Her lip trails around the base of my ear as her fingers run down my back. I feel a sudden jolt on the bed behind me and realize she’s leaned back against the pillows against the headboard, giving her legs better leverage to wind around my sides.

Her fingers continue their trek downward, raking my back. Making me squirm a little under her expert touch.

She knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s pushing all my buttons. Treading on thin ice. Because she’s about to get the bull by the horns if she’s not careful. Her heel brushes against my groin and my cock jumps at it, like a snake striking from the grass.

I can feel her fingers bunch just below my tailbone, and then I hear her gasp. Short, heavy breaths escape her lips. Rapid movements of her fingers whisper against my buttocks, just enough to let me know what she’s doing.

A soft moan echoes her fingers and that quickly I’m almost at the limit of my control.

Closing my eyes I take a deep breath in. Her scent is everywhere. It fills my nostrils, short circuiting my brain. My hands rest idly upon her ankles and I slowly stroke my thumb across her skin. She moans again, harder.

Her knuckles bump frantically against my behind. I can almost hear her palm smacking her skin. She’s in a feverish frenzy.

My fingers tighten around her ankle and she’s clawing at my back. Her fingernails almost draw blood through my shirt. Her legs clamp down on my stomach with a vice grip. I let her ride it out. Rubbing my thumb idly back and forth across her ankle like I’m scrolling a mouse.

She sighs and I feel the bed move with her. She hugs me from behind and bends her legs tightly around me, like she’s hugging me from head to toe. I take in a deep breath, smelling her hair. She sighs again as she rests the side of her cheek against my neck and I flex my fingers, biding my time.

She’s played a very dangerous game just now, and she’s about to watch the mouse become the cat. And she’s the catnip.

She crawls slowly out from behind me and along the bed, smiling as she effects me with a jungle kitten pose. Her manner is still playful as she leans over and kisses me. I let her think she’s still in control as she slides down onto her rump sideways and twists her head so that our lips make a perfect mate.

She hums into my mouth and I can’t resist the urge to smile. Does she realize yet how quickly the tides will change? Does she suspect the raging beast simmering beneath my calm exterior?

I feel her hand slide down my leg and I growl.

It’s the first sign that things are not as they appear. She halts suddenly as she moves away just enough, to look into my eyes. And there, for the first time, she sees him. The beast taking up residence inside of me. He howls from inside me and it comes out as a deep chuckle.

Before she has a chance to move my fingers have tightened around her hair, pulling her down and off balance. Her whole body crashing across my knee as I pull the rug out from under her. She squirms, pushing her hands into my leg and the mattress as she tries to get her bearings again.

Her ass is in the air, like a bullseye waiting to take a hit. My shirt has slid forward along her back and with one loud, deaf-defying crack, I smack my hand square across her right cheek.

“Oh my GOD.” She screams as her body gives way into my lap. My shirt is still wide open and her breasts mash against my leg. I use the leverage and my hold on her neck to keep her there, while my free hand cracks down on her other cheek.

“OH!” There’s no mistaking the deep melody in her tone. She’s hot. And wet. My fingers slide down her rear, spreading her thighs, and I slide one fat finger all the way inside of her. I think I can hear her crying, sobbing, as she cums all over my finger. I twist my finger around and flex it, catching her g-spot unaware and she cums again.

Her nails tear into my hairy leg as she explodes again.

Popping my finger free of her without a word’s warning, I smack her right cheek again. Its red with my handprint and she is on the verge of begging me. I can hear the words under her breath.

How many nights has she lain awake dreaming of this? How many times has she caught herself saying, “He’d never do that.”?

Somewhere inside me he growls again and her left cheek rips the air with a loud crack again. She’s so wet I can literally taste it. Her thighs are dripping with it.

Taking her by the hair I drag her off of my lap and lay her out across the bed on her stomach. I quickly slide my pajama bottoms down and slide out of them. I toss the shirt across the room just as quickly and climb onto the bed behind her. She turns to look over her shoulder and I bark at her. “Face down.”

I drive the point home with another well placed hand across her bottom. Its burning red by now. I can feel the heat on my skin. She moans and pushes her ass back against me.

My fingers dig into her cheeks, gripping them as I slide my cock up against her lips. I know she can feel it. She’s making soft, pleading sounds into the bedsheets.

But I’m cruel at this point. Now its my turn to tease.

I push my cock against her lips and she howls like a wounded animal. She begs and pleads for me to put it in, but I just laugh. I smack her ass again and she whimpers.

She’s rubbing her ass back against me, trying to pull me in, and I tighten my hold on her bottom. She moans again as I let the head slide past her lips, sighing quietly as her lips envelope me. She’s like molten honey as I slide a little more of myself inside of her.

I growl again as my fingers leave white stripes in her reddened skin, pulling her cheeks apart. Tilting my hips so that I’m leaning somewhat forward, I fill her up suddenly with one long, hard stroke and she explodes immediately.

But I’m not finished with her. This was just to take the edge off. I want something else.

I suddenly pull out of her and she makes a harsh “uh” sound as if all the air had been sucked out of her. I flip her over onto her back and stop for a moment to look at the disheveled look in her eyes. Her hair that she’d been so playful with earlier is matted against her cheek and chaotically disarrayed.

I waste no time in pulling my shirt off of her. Then I climb onto her, straddling her face. I lean forward just enough to slide a finger inside her pussy. She moans as my cock, hard as steel, brushes her cheek. I don’t need to tell her what I want. She knows.

I slide my thumb along her clit as my finger curls inside her, rubbing her g-spot again, like before. Her fingers curl around my shaft as she slides her mouth over my head. I brace my knees on both sides of her head and start moving my hips, fucking her mouth like a hot, wet pussy. My fingers work her juicy cunt and she moans around my cock.

“Yeah, that’s it.” I growl. “Take it. Just like that.” I coax her pretty little mouth to relax and take my deep strokes and she finally does as she’s told. Her hands slide up the back of my legs and over my ass, pulling me into her mouth.

She’s completely into it now. I know it won’t be long before I empty myself inside of her. This just feels too good. Her tongue traces every last inch of my cock with each pass in and out of her mouth. We’re both grunting and growling like a pair of wild animals.

I slide my finger out of her and rub it all over her clit, making her cum yet again. Her fingers tighten around my ass as she pulls me deep into her mouth, burying me balls deep as she sucks madly at my cock. I know she can’t stand it anymore. She wants it. She needs it.

Taking her hips in my hands, I flip us both over so that I’m now lying on my back. And everything seems to happen almost at once. Perhaps without meaning to, simply out of exhaustion, she lays all of her weight into her hips and her pussy crashes against my mouth. I moan as my tongue attacks her clit, savoring the hot taste of her as she cums all over my tongue.

I can feel her moaning as she kisses and sucks my cock, quivering out of control. And then she takes me entirely into her mouth. Wet. Sloppy. I can hear her lips smacking. And I can’t hold back anymore. My hips lift up off of the bed as I empty my seed into her mouth. My hands clasp her bottom, pulling her down onto my mouth as she continues to cum all over my tongue. She noisily sucks and swallows every trace of my cum, lapping it up greedily.

Lying there like there’s nowhere else we want to be, she continues kissing and sucking my cock while I trail my tongue all over her clit, humming at the light little tremors in her hips as she reacts. The greatest kind of afterglow.

Although, I wonder if she’s learned her lesson, chuckling to myself? Perhaps. Until the next tease. The next game. When her bottom will need another good paddling. But I think I can manage that.

Don’t you?

Worship

2008-01-23T05:02:00.000-05:00

This is always how it starts. Random exchanges. Cute, coy play on words. Innuendos and minor works of seduction. The slightest touch is enough to send my head spinning. So close its maddening.

And then suddenly there's an army of miles between us.

The frustration is indescribable.

And so I find myself stretched out on a strange bed, in a city far from home, thinking of you. Touching myself. Closing my eyes as I picture you turning off all but the softest of lights, covering yourself in a soft glow.

And then the silent, slow tease as you slide onto the bed and crawl toward me. I imagine I can feel the bed dipping beneath your body as you brush across my leg. Your breasts graze my inner thigh and I suck in a harsh breath.

Your fingernails rake across my legs, followed by the soft pads of your fingertips. The contrast drives me insane. They move further inward, cradling my balls and massaging them. Then with a chuckle I hear you slide your fingers lower, rubbing that tender area just behind the sac that I love so much.

I lean my head up as I feel your body rubbing against mine. You straddle my hips and stretch out across my chest, crossing your arms right at my collar.

I can smell your hair, fresh out of the shower.

I can see the sparkle in your eyes; the shimmer of your lips.

I can hear the light playfullness as you hum just every so slightly.

I can feel how hot and wet you are as you lower your hips to mine, grinding your lips against my cock. They spread perfectly around my shaft and you give a startled gasp followed by a hungry moan.

And then you lean just ever so slightly forward and kiss me, and I can tsste you too. Your lips are so soft and succulent. I reach my arms up to cradle the back of your head and you pin my wrists back down to the bed, chuckling into my mouth as we both feel the effect. My cock throbs between your lips, pinned to my chest.

I growl a little into your mouth and you nip my lip playfully. Teasing. You're enjoying this quite well as a thin smile traces your lips.

I suck in another harsh breath as you rub your palms up and down my hairy chest before twisting my nipples in your fingertips. Your smile broadens.

I could bend you over my knee and spank you right this minute and you'd probably love every, last minute of it. But I don't. Not yet at least. We'll see what I do to you when you're finished. Right now I'm anxious to see where you're going with all of this.

So I wait. I simmer. I stew.

And something tells me you haven't even started. I watch as you pull away from me and wiggle your hips against me cock some more, lowering your mouth to my nipple as you roll it around with your tongue just before biting it. This is making you so wet. I can feel it. Even more so, I can smell it. The toxicly sweet, musky aroma is overpowering. Heavy.

I barely realize you've slid further down my body before your fingers curl around my base and you blow across the tip. My knuckles go white as you grind your pussy onto my leg and very tenderly begin to kiss all around the tip and down the shaft. This too is a tease, your eyes meeting mine as you slide your warm, wet tongue up and down my shaft.

You slide a little lower and take one of my balls into your mouth, sucking it and massaging it with your tongue as you very gently stroke my cock. I know you're loving this but too much more and I'm going to be completely undone. There's simply nothing I can do for it. You drive me wild.

You pop my nut free with a semi-loud smack and trail your tongue between my balls, down the center of my sac and I jump a little. A very sensetive spot, as you know. You playfully coo as you cradle my entire sac in your hand, massaging it with all three fingers and your thumb while the knuckle of your index finger rubs against my taint.

I jump again and you chuckle. I watch, mesmerized as you slide your fingers purposely down my shaft, all the way to the base, and lower your mouth over the tip. I hiss as your mouth finally takes me in and I can't help bowing my hips upward as you slide those perfect, sexy lips all the way down. God I want to take a fist full of hair in that very moment and fuck your mouth like the hungry little nympho you are.

But I don't. My fingers are ripping the covers to shreds, but I don't. Oh no, I'm going to take out my revenge in spades for this torture. Just you wait and see. You'll be screaming my name before the night's over.

I lean my head back and moan, good, loud, and hard as you make sweet love to me with your mouth, nice and slow strokes like you're licking a pudding pop. I can literally feel your tongue sliding all around, stroking me in time with your lips, and it feels incredible.

This isn't the usual fast-paced, rushed attempt to make me cum quickly. No rapid strokes of your mouth. No, this is long and luxurious. You're taking your time, staring at me boldly as you devour my cock down to its root. I love the way it feels in your mouth. So hot. And wet. You begin to work your jaw as if your sucking on the entire length and I'm almost certain I'm going to lose it.

But you're merciless tonight. You slide your thumb up to the base of my cock where it meets the top of my balls and press down, deliberately. Pinching the vein that stands out along the underbelly you stave off the imminent explosion as you trail your mouth back up to the tip. I love the way you look at me with that smile as your perfect lips slide over my head and pop free.
With a chuckle you slide your tongue back and forth across the head before you trail it downward, nibblimg my nuts some more, cradling them firmly in your hand. God, I can hardly stand it anymore. Forget all this agony and make me cum already.

Perhaps sensing my need you rise up and climb on top of me again, turning to straddle my shoulders as you lie out across my stomach. My hands eagerly grab your buttocks and you chastize me again, pinning my forearms with your calves. I growl and you shut me up as you waste no time in taking me back into your mouth. I watch closely as you wiggle your hips just out of reach, laughing around my cock as I strain my neck to no avail.

I want to taste you so bad, my lips are literally drooling at the chance. I can see the glistening traces of just how excited you are all around your lips and I'm mad to taste that sweetness. Somewhere in the back of my mind I can feel you sucking my cock, but its secondary. Sweet and wonderful and perfect, but nothing compared to how badly I want to eat your pussy.

Your forefinger slides along my anus and my hips arch again. God, don't let me cum without tasting you. Please. Please. The words finally leave my mouth and without warning you slam your hips down onto my face and mash your juicy lips onto my mouth. I groan as your slick, smooth lips slide effortlessly across my mouth and my tongue attacks your clit.

I feel and hear you groan around my cock as you grind your hips against my tongue. That's it baby, fuck my tongue. Oh god. You've stopped sucking now, though I'm still buried deep inside your mouth. You're moaning hard, literally fucking my tongue like a tiny cock as it slides inside your pussy and back out across your clit.

Oh god yes. I can feel my cock throbbing inside your mouth as you absent-mindledly suck on it, working your lips all around it like you had before. I can feel your hips trembling against my chin. I can hear the change in your tone, deep and sultry like the sexy jungle cat you are.

And I lose it. My hips arch up into your mouth as you cum all over my tongue and mouth and I cum over and over and over again inside your mouth. Every part of me from head to toe seems connected, feeling you cum into my mouth as I cum into yours. I hear you slurping up every last drop with a moan as you grind your hips across my tongue, more slowly and lazily now.

With a start I come to from my vision as I hear my phone vibrating on the nearby nightstand. Looking down I see my hand covered in cum. With a sigh I stretch out and pick up the phone and slide it up to my ear.

"Hey baby, I was just thinking about you." I chuckle into the phone.

Come Into My Parlor

2007-12-01T06:35:00.001-05:00

The night is dark and crisp and clean in the deceptively warm summer’s eve. Though my thin black shirt and jeans provide ample warmth I could be here without them and not suffer for it.

I breathe in the sweet scent of freshly trimmed grass, loving the way it seems to accentuate my appetite. For tonight my thirst runs bold. Electric. I can feel the storm in the night sky approaching; winds rustling my shoulder length hair. The smell of rain and lighting in the air excites me more than I could have imagined.

She excites me too. I watch her race around the bedroom with an avid eye. It was all too easy to slip between her house and the next, pushing through her gate and into the backyard. She was even polite enough to provide a folding lawnchair.

How thoughtful?

From the beginning I’ve watching her, noticing the jump in her step from the moment the call came in on her cellphone. Daddy’s coming home, and all the kids are elsewhere. She thinks she’s so clever. I watch her vault from the bed as she gathers towel and perfume in hand, racing to the second floor bathroom. So easy it would be to surprise her in the shower.

But that’s not my intention tonight. For now I just want to watch. Then I witnessed her return, hidden a mere ten feet from her large loveseat window by the dark blanket of night. I watch her prance around the room, dabbing perfume in ways that make me shift in the chair. Jawline. Neck. Chest. Down there. I smile at her confidence.

I lean back into the chair and stroke my chin as she pulls on a pair of tight knit fishnet pantyhose. She turns toward me and rubs a hand across her smooth lips through the hole in the crotch and I chuckle.

Next I watch her adorn herself in the tight leather corset, black as the night around me and perfect surrounding and supporting her ample bosom. A somewhat modest skirt, just above the knee, and tall black leather boots complete her transition from dutiful housewife into wanton sex goddess.

I can’t deny the bulge in my groin a the sight of her. Every last ounce of me wants her. She pulls her hair back into a ponytail and I can hardly contain my desire to take her.

She steps out of the room and I make my move. Gliding out of the chair I make my way to the backdoor of the garage and I’m inside. I know the layout by heart. I’ve wanted he like this for so long.

Next I quietly push the kitchen door in and greet the overpowering scent of incense. I nearly forget myself and growl as my senses explode in ecstasy. I can hear her whistling in the next room, perhaps applying makeup. Plump crimson lips begging desperately to be ravished.

I stride through the dining room and into her bedroom, wondering what the room must look like now from the lawnchair in the backyard.

I hear her moving from the bathroom and I step quietly behind the door. She glides in entirely unaware of the carnality set to unfold in her very own bedroom. All she can think about is her husband and the short half hour drive to retrieve him from the airport. All I can think of is making her mine.

I stride from behind the door sleek as silk and deadly as a viper. Some shift in the air alerts her and she raises her head seconds before I’m upon her. One hand tightens in her ponytail while the other claps around her neck. She chokes and makes gagging sounds as I pull her onto the bed in front of me. Her back presses against my chest and I bury my nose in her hair, smelling fresh of soap and her.

I do not restrain the growl building in my throat this time.

“Do not … utter … one … word.” I hiss and bite the words off into her ear, feeling her entire body shake against me. She’s in shock now, unable to even fathom how this has happened.

I lean forward slightly and peer over her shoulder, admiring her in all of her black skin-tight glory. I loosen my hand from her hair and feel her shift as if to pull away. My hand tightens against her throat and I pull her against me tighter. I don’t say a word. I don’t have to. She knows for these few moments to follow she is mine.

My free hand wanders down the front of her corset as I hum against the side of her neck. She’s quivering already from my touch. Delving beneath the hem of her skirt my fingers easily trace the inner line of the hole in her hose, touching upon her slick pearl before I realize I’m there. Her entire body tightens at the touch as she both tries to pull away from and push into the contact.

My fingers press defiantly against the slick jewel, causing her to squeal and moan as her mind is unseated by the first of many orgasms to come. She pushes her ass back against me and I chuckle, letting her body feed its own addiction. Her fishnet-clad buttocks rub up and down along my groin, feeding upon the bulge that pushes back against her skin.

My fingers slide a little lower and I am suddenly inside her slippery walls, purring against her ear as I crook the finger ever so lightly and … rub. She explodes again without warning, her head falling back against my shoulder as I milk the sweet nectar from within her. Plunging into her I can feel the heat like she was a fiery cauldron, threatening to raze everything in her path.

With an evil smile I draw my finger out of her and stroke it across her swollen, throbbing clit. She moans in a deep, sultry tone and I slide my hands across her hips, reaching into my pocket.

The knife is razor sharp on purpose and her head darts up again as she hears it spring open.

“Shhhh.” I whisper soothingly into her ear as I slide the blade beneath the hem of her skirt and slash outward. She jumps at the motion, by my hand around her throat keeps her still. Another slice further down and her skirt falls away to her feet, utterly undone. Her breathing is pummeling her chest from within with hard gasps now. In the mirror I can see the candlelight glistening off of her smooth, shaven lips.

I close the knife one handed and slide it back into my pocket. Next I pull out a four foot length of nylon chord and tell her to cross her arms behind her wrists. I can hear her trembling but my grip tightens without reservation.

She obeys for her own sake and I tie the chord around her wrists in an intricate knot before I finally cinch it closed tightly.

Next I pull a leather collar from my pocket and wrap it around her neck. She’s cringing now with each new imprisonment, having yet to see my face. Two thigh cuffs later another length of nylon chord and my artwork is complete. I’ve tied off the rope at both thigh cuffs, running it through her collar D-ring so that she has no choice but to bend over on her knees, her face buried into the mattress.

No words are exchanged as I run my fingers along her behind, squeezing her firm cheeks with a satisfied and appreciative hum. She knows she’s in trouble when she feels the lube dribble into her crack, followed immediately by my eager fingers. First one finger penetrates her tight sphincter, squelching a thin ring of lube out around it as I slide my digit all the way inside her. I can feel her tight warm bottom squeezing my finger and I want to moan, to let her know just how wondrous she feels.

But I control the urge, both for her sake and mine. Slowly I work the single digit in and out, building up a steady rhythm until I’m confident she’s had enough. Then I pull it out and work two fingers inside together. I think I hear her moan from her position on the bed and I smile. She’s having trouble fighting the urge to submit.

She wants to cum. She has to cum. But she’s holding it back with all of her will. I continue to work the pair inside of her, rotating them once every three or four thrusts until I’m absolutely certain she’s stretched enough for what I have in store. I pull out a thin vibrating plug that has a throat and a flange at the end, just enough to stay inside of her.

Turning the dial at the end I hear it buzz to life at the same time that she does and I allow myself a light-hearted chuckle for her benefit. I slide my fingers out of her backdoor very slowly, giving her little to no warning as the plug finds sanctuary inside of her.

I can hear her whimpering into the mattress now, caught so mercilessly between desire and repulsion. She has no idea how much farther we have to go together. I climb off of her bed for a few moments and scower beneath her bed, pulling out a cardboard box that makes her eyes spring with renewed life. I open the flap and slide the pink dildo out of the clear plastic bag. I pull out the leather harness that goes with it and let her watch me slide the realistic pink cock onto the stud.

Normally she’d be wearing it to penetrate her husband. I’ve witnessed her doing it dozens of times. But tonight its all for her. I turn the harness inside out and feel the seven inch phallus flop around in my hands. I squeeze out some more lube from the tube I carried in with me and I stroke it up and down the entire length of the shaft.

My fingers wander back along her lips and I stroke them inside her a few times, watching her squirm. Slipping my fingers out once more I ease the head of the pink dildo inside her lips and twist the fake cock as I force it inside of her, watching her lips draw inward as it drags them along. She’s filled to the brim by now, both holes stretched to the point of driving her insane. I run the leg straps over her thighs and feed each one through the accompanying steel buckles where I tighten the fit snugly.

I watch her body dance as I climb onto the bed behind her, unzipping my crotch as I slide up between her legs. The pink cock inside of her is so tight I know she’s likely to break me off upon entry, but the sheer power of that knowledge is all I need. First I work the vibrating plug out of her, watching her hole threaten to turn itself inside out as her inner walls cling to the retreating invader.

Not to worry, my dear. You shan’t be empty for much longer. In one smooth motion I position my head against her opening and slide my cock between her cheeks, feeling the heat of her backdoor against the underbelly. She pushes back against me, like before, and I tighten my grip into her buttocks. I pull my hips back and position my head at her anus, and with one firm thrust I pierce her opening. My fingers dig deep into her fleshy cheeks, pulling her onto me as I drill deep into her bottom.

I can hear her near to crying now, so close to cumming it must be agony. She’s holding back, even now. Hovering on that cruel precipice.

So I give her what she needs to make it whole. “Come for Daddy, baby.”

As she clearly hears and recognizes my voice and the release granted by those words she loses control finally, her insides erupting in a tide of pleasure and pain and ecstasy that rivals any I’ve seen before. I grit my teeth and slam into her again, burying every last inch of myself into her as she climaxes, one after another after another until she’s spent beyond the capacity to even exist.

If not for the restraints she would collapse in a sweating heap of human flesh. Several seconds pass before I realize I’ve cum too. I wipe my hand across my forehead, beaded in sweat, and slowly pull my withering cock out of her ass, placing my hand upon her lower back as she shivers. Without hesitation I pull out the knife and cut her bonds, catching her as she falls forward, exhausted. I turn her over and pull the blanket over her as she smiles up at me, unable to even reach her hand up and touch my face.

“Did you miss me?” I ask as I lean forward and kiss her cheek.

“Mmm hmmm” she nods, blinking her eyes as she finally succumbs to her body’s need for rest. I watch over her as she slumbers in peace. My life. My love. My wife.

Cock 'n' Ass

2007-11-17T16:49:00.000-05:00

From the moment my finger enters here I can feel her gripping me, clamping down tightly on my finger. Not that I have big hands. Or big fingers. She’s just that tight. I slide it in a little, taking special care not to push too far at once.

After all, she’s very tight. Which of course makes this whole experience very erotic. Knowing the final act in this stage. I pull her cheeks apart as I push a little more, twisting my single digit like a corkscrew. She whispers for me to be gentle and I pull back a little.

I pull it out and squeeze some more lube onto my finger, rubbing it all around over the thin rubber glove membrane. At first I rub my thumb a little bit over her anus, letting it pop in just enough for her to feel it. She moans a little and my cock twitches between my legs.

Easy boy. Not yet.

Removing my thumb I slide my finger inside and watch her asshole swallow it up. She sighs and exhales a little. She’s so fucking tight its making my head spin.

I push a little bit more, very gently, and I can feel her muscles pulling me in. Not just loosening, she’s actually pulling me in. I’m up to the second knuckle inside of her and I’m the one sighing and exhaling now. My cock is rock solid and hugging my stomach at this point.

God, I want her so bad.

We exchange a little dirty talk and she chuckles softly in that deep, seductive voice of hers. She wants it too.

“How deep is it?” She asks over her shoulder.

I look down with a shock. “All the way to the last knuckle.” I whisper back, kneading her bottom with my free hand.

“How’s it feel?” I ask.

“Not bad.” She exhales again. “Why don’t you put some more lube on.”

I eagerly slide my finger back out of her and lube my finger up again. She reaches back and pulls her cheeks apart as I slide my finger in again. A wet slurping sound fills the air as her ass devours my finger down to the root. I twist it a little and she moans.

“You wanna give it a go?” I ask her.

“Yeah.”

She puts out her cigarette in the ashtray on her nightstand and rolls over onto her knees. I hand her the slim vibrator which she quickly twists into action and slides between her thighs. I can hear it humming madly and I smile.

I slap the glove off and toss it in the trashcan.

I squeeze some lube into my palm and stroke it all along my cock.

I slide the solid black hard rubber cockring down around my base and instantly feel the veins swell out. I snap the metal buttons on the second leather cockring around my base and behind my balls and give my cock another stroke.

All the while her vibrator has been humming away between her thighs. Getting her ready.

I climb onto the bed behind her.

This is where the anticipation comes in. She’s bent over with her face in the mattress and her ass in the air. I slide forward on my knees and lean up against her, rubbing the shaft of my cock between her cheeks.

“You want that cock in your ass, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah.” She whispers.

I slap it against her cheeks and hear her moan.

“Does it make you wet?”

“It will once its inside.” I chuckle as she giggles.

I push against the base and level it out, lining the head up directly with her soft, pink anus. My free hand grips her cheek as I push the head against her asshole.

“Oh.” She gasps.

I don’t force it. Just enough pressure to keep it pressed against the puckered ring.

It seems like forever, but a few seconds later I slide forward as her ass opens up to me. A full two inches slides in and she explodes.

“Oh my god.” She’s screaming and moaning and cumming like a madwoman. I push forward and she’s simultaneously pushing back against me. We’re totally in sync with one another.

I take my hand and grab her other cheek and push a little deeper. She moans hard, calling my name. I know this is the big one. She’s cumming hard this time. I can feel her muscles relax as her body explodes.

I slide deeper and she’s begging for me to cum.

I’m slamming into her now, groaning as her luscious ass tightens around me beautifully. I smack her ass and she groans, suddenly, sharply and I can tell she’s cumming again. Her voice takes on that sultry, sex goddess flavor as she groans deep in her throat. “Cum for me now.”

And I do. Her ass squeezes my cock as I dump my seed deep inside her ass, squeezing it and massaging it as the last remaining spurts splash her insides. I pull out of her and stumble off of the end of the bed as she hands me the vibrator and eases forward on her knees.

She rolls over onto her side and I plop down on the bed next to her and kiss her. Does it get much better than this?

Sweet "Nectar" Recipe

2007-10-29T21:18:00.000-04:00

2 Cups Fresh Squeezed Orange Juice

6 Hulled Strawberries

1/4 Cup Blueberries

1 Cup Sliced Peaches

1 Banana

1 tsp Powdered Sugar

4 Ice Cubes

Blend on high & drink a few hours before oral aerobics commences.

Sweet Jasmine

2007-10-28T18:28:00.000-04:00

I don’t exactly remember what first drew me to Herald’s. I’ve always loved books, I suppose, but they were never really THAT important to me. But Herald’s brought new light to the issue. Herald’s was a very classy and comfortable bookstore around the corner from my house, in my hometown, and it radiated warmth and relaxation from every corner.

Struggling firmly and rebelliously against the cookie-cutter and impersonal bookstores of the new Millennium, Herald’s was a pleasing contrast to the repetitious boredom of life. Inside Herald’s, with their solid granite fireplace and Victorian style rooms, I could bury myself deep in the pages of a good book and let my imagination run wild. One week I was the bold leader of the French Revolution. The next week I was a knight of King Arthur’s Round Table.

Sometimes I would find myself so caught up in one of the books, that my mind would drift off into the great limbo of my fantasies and I would find myself daydreaming. Embarrassed, I would wake up from my “cat-nap” to find the book neatly closed and sitting upon my lap and the smell of jasmine in the air around me. Often, I wondered if the sweet perfume had an owner, or if they simply emanated from the surrounding bouquets, and if I would ever meet said owner.

This pattern went on for quite a few months, with my mysterious benefactor delicately replacing my book upon my lap. Then one day I awoke to a surprise. Upon opening my book I found a flower pinched between the bindings and a note pinned to the page.

The sharp, firm script jumped across the note, with a casual invitation.

Good evening my darling dreamer,

I have a suggestion for your reading pleasure tomorrow. Ask the woman at the front desk for a little “light” reading.

Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.

Kisses,

Jasmine

At first I was in awe at the message. I couldn’t fathom the unlimited possibilities of who my secret admirer could be. Casually I looked around the reading quarter. A short, older woman smiled at me from the seat facing me, and I cringed internally. A few more smiles from a brunette, a blonde, and a redhead and I decided it was best to wait.

That night, after I had crawled in between the covers, I found myself unable to stay focused upon my most recent novel interest. Time and again my thoughts returned to the sweet smell of the jasmine bud which I had found inside the book earlier that evening. And once again my mind returned to the handwriting on the note. Delving into the endless void of my creative center I began to picture the hands of Jasmine, as she held the pen firmly between her delicate fingers. From there I pictured the gentle, yet quick strokes of her arm as the pen danced across the paper. Next came her body, hunched over an English scrolled writing desk, protectively guarding the note upon which she scrawled my message. And finally came her face. A vision of beauty beyond compare, the deep blue penetrating gleam in her eye radiated confidence and inner strength. And then she smiled, as she finished the signature on her note, and my heart skipped a beat.

And soon after I drifted off to sleep, my mind racing with visions of my sweet, sweet Jasmine.

The following morning, I lazily rolled out of bed and showered the blissful sleep out of my body. Not much do I remember of the days events, as my mind repeatedly wandered toward my evening encounter.

Like clockwork, I parked on the street in front of the bookstore at 6 o’clock and took a deep breath as I stepped out of the car. The giddy excitement of my mystery encounter was an intoxicating experience, the butterflies in my stomach sending sharp tendrils of pain deep in the pit of my gut. Feeling a bit adventurous and corny, I placed the flat bud of the jasmine flower into my shirt pocket and made my way toward Herald’s.

With a pitiful attempt at casual curiosity, I strolled up to the Information Desk in the store and asked the woman sitting there “Um . . . you wouldn’t happen to have any suggestions for light reading, would you?”

With a hint of interest the tall, dark-haired woman handed me a small slip of paper and went back to her computer. Slightly confused I looked down at the sheet and immediately recognized the distinctive handiwork of my dear Jasmine in the signature that covered the outside surface of the note.

Inside the note I found a neatly scribed call number and nothing else. Subduing the butterflies for a moment longer, I continued my trek towards the back of the store in the less frequented section of Botanical Studies.

A few minutes later I located the title “Sweet Jasmine” and with a deep smile, leaned forward to claim the tall, thin book. Then I was startled as another hand softly covered my own from the other side of the bookcase. The small delicate fingers affectionately stroked my own thicker fingers and I felt a small spark of heat shoot through my body, deep into the pleasure centers of my brain.

“Sit down over there with your book and enjoy the show,” came a soft whisper from across the book.

My curiosity thoroughly piqued by now, I leaned back into the fat, plump chair behind me, opened the book, and stared casually at the periodic openings in the bookcase. For a split second I caught a gleam of her deep blue eyes and my mind erupted with interest. At least that part of my dream had been accurate.

From the puzzle-piece viewpoints of her, I could only guess at what she was up to, but it appeared that she had one of her feet propped up on one of the shelves and was bending over. My mind on fire with excitement, I strained my neck to gain a better vantage-point of the situation, but gained nothing. Then she rose up once more, so that she was facing me, and again propped her foot onto one of the bookshelves. This time, as her short skirt climbed slowly up her deliciously lean thigh, I caught a glimpse of smoothly shaved skin.

At first I thought that I was imagining it, so I leaned forward as far as possible, but my suspicions where confirmed when her skirt was lifted an inch further and I was treated to an unobstructed view of her sex. I was in awe of the situation that was unfolding before me. Nervously, I scanned the surrounding bookshelves, but soon realized that there was a specific reason she had chosen Botanical Studies as the location for our “introduction”. Nobody ever browsed the Botanical Studies.

When I had returned my eyes to the show, I was startled to see that Jasmine had buried her middle finger up to the knuckle in her pussy, and her free hand was holding her lips wide open. I felt a sharp pain in my crotch and realized that my dick had swelled from the visual stimulation and was awkwardly pressing against my jeans, forcing me to give a sharp tug to reposition everything.

I watched with intense fascination as her finger withdrew slightly from her hole, and a noticeable trail of fluid flowed out, to coat her finger and pussy with a nice, wet shine. Briefly her finger completely withdrew and vanished upwards, until I heard a deep, stirring moan. “Finger lickin’ good” she whispered, with a trace of humor. Then her finger once again found the tunnel inside her passion, and the bookshelf shook slightly as she pressed up against it.

This time her pace was much more rushed as she slid a second finger in, grinding her hips wildly against her fingers, as if she were riding a lover’s cock. Absent-mindedly my hand had drifted towards my crotch and I was rubbing myself hard through my jeans, as she reached the peak of her sensual ministrations. Then I heard a slight squeal, as if she was attempting to bite back a scream, and drove both fingers deep inside.

Her breathing finally began to settle as she rode the last few waves of her pleasure, sliding her sweetly coated fingers out of her pussy.

“Now . . . close your eyes.” She commanded in a heated whisper.

“But . . . when am I going to be able to see you? I . . .”

“Don’t ruin the moment, daydreamer . . . just close your eyes.”

With a deep sigh I leaned back into the chair and closed my eyes, straining to compensate for my loss of vision with my other senses. I felt movement around me, but I didn’t want to risk upsetting her and the moment by opening my eyes, so I sat there, motionless.

“Same time next week?” she breathed softly into my ear, her lips just inches from me. As I opened my mouth to speak I suddenly found two fingers invading my lips, treating me to her sweet taste that she had commented on so few minutes prior. Savoring the sweet nectar I licked every inch of her fingers, moaning softly at the way she made my blood race..

And then she was gone. Caught in my own private world, I nearly awoke with the sudden realization that I was all alone. Sitting upright, I opened my eyes and looked around, but saw no one. Disappointed, I slumped down in my seat and sighed. Then a heartfelt smile crept across my tired, worn face as I raised a small single flower from my lap and breathed its aroma deeply.

“My sweet, sweet Jasmine.”

The Perfect Escape

2007-10-28T18:01:00.000-04:00

Groggily, Henry awoke to the pleasant sound of birds chirping. The warm sun glinted through the window, cascading across the room in a patchwork of radiant energy. Rousing him from his solace, a cool, crisp breeze billowed through the room, sending a slight shiver up his spine.

Stumbling out of bed, Henry walked through the labyrinth of rooms and by chance found himself in the kitchen. He emptied the last remaining drops of cold, stale coffee from his cup and refilled with the fresh pot that had been brewing.

Toting his daily java he stepped out onto the back deck and surveyed the scene beneath him. No matter how many times he saw it, he felt a dwarfing sense of amazement. Behind the summer “cottage” that Henry and his fiancée, Julie, had rented for the summer were endless miles of trees. Some of the trees were as big around as a small car.

Heading back into the house to freshen up, Henry caught sight of the very object that had plagued him so badly the past year. Leaning down he examined the cold, flat, unforgiving monitor. Striking a random key, his screen saver vanished revealing his latest work. Henry sighed deeply.

Two months now at this summer retreat and he had still only managed a few paragraphs. This writer’s block was devouring him piece by piece. What would be left of Tom Henry Allen III if he couldn’t write anymore?

Rubbing his eyes, Henry avoided the self-imposed question and decided it was time for a shower. On his way, he noticed a note on the kitchen table from Julie. She had gone for a walk down to the local grocery to pick up some breakfast.

A walk? More like a hike in this alienated place, he thought to himself. Henry’s laptop had been the first import of modern technology into this place in the last ten years.

Strolling lazily towards the shower, Henry tapped on the small clock radio in the bedroom and grabbed a towel. As the warm, massaging flow cascaded down his body, Henry’s mind drifted away. A few minutes later, caught up in the sauna-like comfort of the shower, Henry’s ears perked up.

Leaning his head out of the shower, Henry confirmed what he thought he had heard. The radio DJ was warning everyone to be on the watch for a fugitive from the authorities who had been spotted in the general area. All those in reclusive areas were encouraged to alert authorities at the first sign of trouble. The man was armed and dangerous, of course.

Returning to the comfort of the shower, Henry felt a slight tingle in the back of his mind. As a fictional author, Henry’s imagination was far more active than the average person's. Slowly but surely he started formulating scenarios involving “The Fugitive”. His mind was on fire. It was amazing, but he felt as if this might be the end of his writer’s block.

Suddenly, Henry froze. Caught up in the excitement of his rekindled imagination, he had not realized that the house had become silent.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

Silence.

A new sensation crept across the back of his neck. A hesitant creak echoed through the silence in the hallway. Slowly he crept out of the shower, taking extra care not to slip on the bathroom tile. Scanning the room for a weapon, Henry came up empty. Julie had always teased that his electric razor would come back to haunt him some day, but he doubted that his was the scenario she had envisioned.

Henry lurched to a halt. There had been a shadow of movement from the nearby bedroom.

Someone was in the cottage.

Taking a deep breath, Henry calmed himself, and crept slowly onto the waiting carpet. Shocked he scanned the empty room, hoping for any sign of movement to quiet his subconscious.

“Tag you’re it!” Tackled from behind, Henry went sprawling onto the king-sized bed, followed by the love of his life. They wrestled for a little bit, Henry’s naked skin brushing against the harsh fabric of Julie’s hiking outfit. Eventually the chaos settled and the laughter subsided.

“Fucking hell, Julie!” Henry scolded, “You damn near gave me a heart attack. I thought that fugitive had broken into our home.”

Lightly kissing him on the lips, Julie reached down and gripped his manhood tightly. “What if I told you that I was a fugitive?” Mocking her he pulled his wallet from the side of the bed. “Miss, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the car and show me your id.”

Chuckling she threw her arms back in a mock attempt at shock. “Oh officer, surely there’s some understanding that we can come to.” Again she grabbed Henry, this time stroking him softly.

“Well that’s a good start.” Reclining back against the bed, Henry closed his eyes in anticipation. He sighed as the warm cavern of Julie’s soft lips drew him in, evolving into a primal moan as she worked him inside her mouth. Her delicate tongue traced circles along his shaft as she drew his length into her mouth. Sliding her mouth back to his tip, Julie proceeded to work her hand up and down his shaft while her moist tongue spun tight rings around his head.

Gripping the bed sheets tightly he moaned again. Henry was constantly amazed by Julie’s ability to work him into a frenzy. For three short months they had known one another intimately, and in that short time she had never once left him wanting.

“God, Julie. I don’t know how a guy like me was ever so lucky to hook up with you.”

But the deep, gravely voice that responded instead of Julie’s, shocked Henry. “You know, I’m kind of curious of that myself.”

Opening his eyes suddenly, Henry found himself face to barrel with a sawed-off shotgun. Standing behind the barrel, with a handful of Julie’s hair in the other hand, was a dark-haired, dirt-faced grunt of a man. The pale blue shirt and pants that he was wearing tagged him as “The Fugitive” from the radio newscast.

And that was the last thing on Henry’s mind before the butt of the gun rammed into his skull, blacking him out.

Eventually Henry regained consciousness, groggily shaking his head, only to discover the massive pain that followed. Groaning softly, Henry’s brow furrowed at the faint sound of a woman moaning.

Realizing that his hands were tied behind his back, and that he was on his knees, Henry slowly rolled over until he was lying on his side. Tilting his head upwards he saw a truly dismal sight. Julie, who was naked from the waist down, had her face buried in the bed sheets, and the uninvited guest had his face buried in the crack of her ass.

Obviously she was enjoying the oral attention. At first Henry was upset. Hurt that she would so willingly give herself over. Then he noticed the gun again, and instantly understood her situation. Who’s willing to take chances with an escaped fugitive?

Soon Henry realized something else. His fiancé’s incessant moaning at the hands of the criminal fugitive was stirring his cock to renewed life. Pulling his knees in to his chest, Henry was barely able to slip his bonds over his feet and bring his hands around to the front. Looking up, Henry noticed that the two had changed positions. Julie was now giving the same level of attention to her “friend” that she had given to him right before he was knocked out.

Henry’s shaft twitched at the sight of his fiancée gorging herself on this strange man’s cock. Aching for release, Henry’s balls ached and he throbbed horrendously between his legs. Licking his lips, Henry rubbed the palms of his bound hands along his shaft, curling his fingers around the soft, smooth head as he released a deep sigh.

Finally Henry gave in. He tightened his grip slightly as be worked both hands slowly up and down his length. A quick inspection of Julie revealed that she was still giving the fugitive a run for his money. A small, transparent gem of excitement appeared from the opening at his tip and Henry rolled the slick around with the pad of his thumb.

Henry watched silently while Julie relinquished the man’s stiff member, climbing onto his hips seconds before the convict impaled her upon his massive cock. Henry was spellbound as Julie ground her hips into the convict’s hips. Closing his eyes, Henry felt his balls tighten, surprised when his head suddenly exploded into the palm of his hand as he clutched it tightly.

His eyes flying open, Henry found the stranger standing over him, another handful of Julie’s hair in his hand, forcing her face into Henry’s crotch. Not knowing what to do, Henry simply looked up at the man with the shotgun. He dared not to look away from the man, but he could feel every inch of Julie’s tongue and mouth as she lapped up all of his mess.

“This is a real sweet piece of ass you got here, partner.” The convict mumbled through the cigar in his mouth, smiling devilishly. “Seems she hasn’t had enough, so I’ll let you two do your thing, and I’ll just sit over here and keep an eye on ya. Make sure ya don’t try and do anything funny.”

With that he let go of Julie’s hair and strolled back over to the bed, plopping down on the tortured mattress. Henry looked down and met eye-to-eye with Julie, and he saw a lust in her eyes that he had never realized before. Breathing heavily, she wrapped her loving lips around his head and proceeded to tickle him back to hardness.

Following a lead from the stranger, Henry grabbed a handful of Julie’s hair and pulled her head down, coaxing a moan from her wicked little mouth. For one of the rare times in his life, Henry found himself getting hard for a second go around. But he wanted to feel more ecstasy than her mouth alone could offer.

“Fuck me Julie. Do it now,” he ordered. Removing her lips from his rigid manhood, Julie climbed up into his lap, as he had seen her do a few minutes prior, and he slipped his cock inside in one smooth stride. Henry moaned as he felt her body envelope him, welling around him like a tight glove made of warm honey. Not only was her pussy hot and wet, but the stranger had left his cum inside her. The feeling was like nothing he’d ever felt before.

Again Julie built up a steady rhythm, bucking her hips wildly as she ground her pelvis into his. Leaning forward, Julie kissed a fiery trail of kisses along Henry’s neck, moaning hard against his skin suddenly. Glancing over her shoulder, Henry witnessed Julie’s hand splayed across top of her cheeks.

He titled his head to the side and kissed her just below her ear. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

With a mischievous grin she followed his gaze back to her hand and then looked up at the stranger. Leaning forward so that she stroked his tip just inside her, Julie whispered against his ear. “Henry? I want him to ride my ass, while I ride your cock.”

Henry was in shock, unsure how to respond, so Julie took his silence as affirmation and motioned for the stranger to join them. She rolled her finger around inside her tight bottom a few more times, pressing her forehead against Henry’s chest as she steadied herself in anticipation. She pressed the full length of her chest against Henry’s stomach; breathing in his fresh scent, as she reached both hands behind her and spread her cheeks wide in invitation.

Strolling over, cock in hand, the tall foul-mouthed fugitive knelt down behind Julie and stroked his tip up and down the valley of her buttocks. Leaning back, he spit onto her tight ring and pressed his thumb inside a few times in preparation.

Julie moaned in response, bracing herself against Henry’s chest. Rising to his knees once more, the stranger in blue pressed his tip against her backdoor and rocked his hips into her. Julie whimpered against Henry’s fur-covered chest as the fat tip popped through her ring and slid several inches inside suddenly.

Henry brushed his cuffed hands across her scalp and through her hair, kissing the side of her face as she gasped in response to the sudden invasion.

“Are you okay, baby?” He whispered as he felt her body clutch him tightly.

Tilting her head up to his, Julie kissed his chin lightly before she whispered in answer. “Just give it to me, stud.”

Then she was like a force of nature. Her body was like a live conduit, bathing both men in a hot tide of unbridled sexual fury. Henry hummed deeply as she rode him hard, coating his sac and legs in her hot passion. She was close and they both knew it. All at once, without warning, the heat inside her exploded in a violent, crashing wave.

Hard, rough fingers tightened into her buttocks as he thrust hard into her backdoor, filling her so completely in one mind-shattering instance. Henry gasped in shock as Julie but down hard upon his right nipple, moaning around his skin as her entire body trembled between the two men. Julie came so suddenly and violently, the men inside her had no choice but to concede their seed to her. Caught up in the whirlwind of ecstasy Julie’s muscles tensed and tightened, drawing every ounce of pleasure that she could from her lovers.

Finally after she had subsided, she collapsed on top of Henry’s chest, her body rising and falling with each breath taken. The stranger withdrew himself from Julie’s butt, causing a small shudder to course through her body, and he collapsed with a contented sigh beside her.

“Julie, this is our chance.”

“Huh,” she whispered. “What are you rambling about?”

“This is our chance to escape from this lunatic and go to the police.”

Propping herself up on Henry’s chest, she looked back at the stranger on the bed. “Yeah, I suppose now is as good a time as any to move on.”

Smiling, Henry slid out from beneath Julie and started dressing himself for the exhausting hike ahead.

“It’s almost a shame, y’know. Things were great while they lasted.” She whispered lightly.

“Yeah, it was a great experience,” Henry whispered. “But I don’t intend to wait around until he wakes up.” Then he heard a sharp metallic click.

“Oh I wasn’t talking about Tony, baby. I was talking about you.”

Slowly Henry turned to find himself looking down the barrel of a 38 special. “But at least I’ll always have this moment.” And her wicked smile was the last thing Henry ever saw.

A Load Off

2007-10-28T17:54:00.000-04:00

Tom pulled into his driveway and screeched the breaks to a violent halt, sliding out of his overheated Volkswagen with his briefcase in tow. He grunted as he slammed the door shut, refusing to expend the energy of raising the garage door and parking inside.

"Fuck it." He cursed as he kicked the front driver's side tire. One hour of his life wasted in gridlock traffic during the hottest day of the summer so far. If Tom had bothered believing in fate, he would have wondered what the remainder of the evening had in store for him.

Instead all Tom could focus on was the front door and the cool, crisp household within. He trudged up the high stone steps utterly defeated and burst the front door open with a swift kick of his foot.

He was about to announce to his wife that he was home, but the sound of the shower running up stairs told him it was pointless. He grumbled under his breath as he tossed the leather case randomly to the floor, digging his fingers into the knot of his tie.

Another grueling day at the office, battling with inner-office politics and back-stabbing agendas; Tom's weary legs carried him unhindered to the living room where he collapsed into his recliner. Tom's arms flailed wide as he tossed his tie to the wind and kicked his shoes into the corner.

Shifting his shoulder into the soft back of the chair he sighed and closed his eyes; feeling the cool comfort of home fill his every fiber. Peacefully Tom dreamt of happy dreams where he and his wife would spend hours lounging in the sun during a weekend picnic. The wonder and free spirit of those first years left no question to the origin of their three beautiful children; all of them free with families of their own now.

Despite his exhaustion, Tom felt the familiar warmth of his wife's lips and he groaned, smiling as he daydreamed about his favorite means of stress-relief. Anxious Tom shifted in the recliner and groaned harder as his wife took more of him inside, rolling her tongue around his base as he swelled to fill her mouth.

His hand wandered to pull at his groin and Tom came away with a handful of hair, his wife's moans joining his own as his eyes opened suddenly. Clad in a soft lavender silk bathrobe, Marie plump red lips stroked his length as her body pressed against his legs through the sheer silk. Surprisingly she had managed to undress him entirely in his sleep and Tom stared mesmerized as she tightened her fingers around his balls and pulled his tip into the back of her throat.

Tom's fingers dug into the soft armrests as his wife coughed softly around his thick cock, tightening her lips around his shaft as she pulled him free and licked the tip. His eyes were wide and focused upon her every move, eager to see more of her intentions.

Marie stood quietly in front of him and undid the thin silk belt, chuckling seductively as Tom's eyes darted to the open living room window. He closed his eyes and gasped as she climbed onto the recliner on top of him, her smooth, soft skin rubbing across his naked thighs and lower stomach with agonizing effect.

Tom tilted his head back as she pressed her breasts up against his chest, raking her nails over the thin cotton shirt as she nipped playfully at his chin. "I want you inside me, Tom." She purred, kissing and nibbling at his throat.

Tom shifted uncomfortably in the recliner as Marie ground her hips down into his pelvis, mashing her soft, wet mound against shaft. He combed his fingers through her hair, humming against her mouth as they kissed; aching all at once to be inside her slick walls. He smiled as he felt her long, thin fingers curl around his shaft as she hiked her hips upward slightly and slid his swollen head just inside her lips.

Just then, it occurred to him that both of her hands were currently fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. His mouth worked uselessly as she covered his lips with hers, his eyes widening as he felt the warm press of soft lips against his shaft. Closing his eyes, Tom moaned as those same lips captured his balls and drew them inside, suckling the sensitive nuts as Marie lowered her hips onto his in one smooth stroke.

Her pussy was excruciatingly hot and moist against his skin and Tom grunted into her mouth as he exploded without warning, filling her squirming body with his seed. Marie continued to roll her hips across his pelvis, grinding his stiff cock inside her walls as the mystery mouth wandered northward and teased their union.

Marie moaned and pressed her forehead against his cheek, chuckling as she saw the dazed look in her husband’s eyes. “Tina’s always been a horrible tease. You’ll have to excuse her.”

Tina, Tom thought to himself. So that explained it. Their new tenant was more than just one of Marie’s old college roommates. Much, much more.

“Tease nothing.” Tina suddenly joined the conversation, rising to stand behind Marie’s prone bottom. She grabbed the bottom of Marie’s bathrobe and folded it over onto her lower back, running her hands along Marie’s newly exposed cheeks. Marie hummed and spread the edges of Tom’s dress shirt as Tina’s fingers tightened into Marie’s cheeks. Lowering her mouth with a mischievous smile she took one of Tom’s nipples into her mouth and pinched it roughly between her lips.

Tom watched with obvious fascination as Tina spread her own bathrobe, exposing a fine pair of firm breasts and a familiar strap-on dildo and harness. Tom watched with a sudden pang of jealousy as Tina’s fingers stroked the length of the fake cock between her legs and stepped forward toward the recliner.

“If you don’t mind, Tom, your wife and I were just about to have some fun when you came home.” Tina hummed with a warm, taunting smile.

He smiled and nodded as he felt his wife tense against his chest, watching intently as Tina pressed the tip just below the top of his wife’s buttocks and fed the fat dildo inside. Marie squirmed and groaned around Tom’s nipple, biting it suddenly between her teeth as the full length of the Tina’s equipment filled her backdoor.

Tom’s cock felt ten times too big as her walls tightened about his shaft and she came in a violent, shuddering climax, surprised when Tom moaned with her and filled her a second time.

Tom felt his insides ache as he was drained clean by the dynamic pair, settling in beneath Marie as Tina really started handing it to her. She was pounding his wife’s ass so hard the whole recliner was rocking back and forth in response. Tom curled his arms around his wife’s back and held her closely as she came a second and third time, her entire body quivering on top of his as she was pinned between her two lovers.

Tom sighed with a silent gasp as Tina slowly withdrew from his wife’s bottom and knelt once more between his legs. Marie shifted forward and let him slide free of her body, where Tina eagerly took over and devoured his softening cock into her mouth.

Tom moaned as her tongue traced the many lines of him, stroking him to finish until he drifted off to sleep and left them to finish their business as only they knew how.

Gloryhole Alternative: Part Three (Hard Stalling)

2007-10-27T07:20:00.000-04:00

Several days after my interlude with John and Paul I felt myself inexplicably changed by the incident. I’d wake up in the middle of the night with my hips pressing almost painfully into one of my pillows, my cock rubbing itself raw against the insides of my plain white briefs.

But that wasn’t the limit of my discomfort. My backdoor complained that there was nothing violating it.

One morning I even woke up with a puddle of spunk inside my underwear, coating my rock hard erection. The thoughts of their cocks still swimming in my head, I knew that I was hooked.

I tried relieving the tension with pornographic DVD’s and gallons of lube, but I was dismayed. I watched the lovely ladies administering lips and tongue, all in the facsimiled throws of passion that seemed so pale and manufactured next to the unbridled carnality of John and Paul and their lust for my cock.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it. But I also noticed other changes in my thoughts. I couldn’t sit in an entire class without glancing over to some of the guy sitting next to me, wondering how much meat they had swaying between their legs. One guy had a pair of basketball shorts on and you could see the outline of his monster along the inside of his leg.

I turned back to the chalkboard, only mildly embarrassed as I got hard wondering what it would be like to try fitting that fine specimen into my ass. John had ruined me to that end.

But I also wondered what it would be like to taste such a massive slab of meat. Paul was, without a doubt, nicely proportioned. In fact, Paul’s cock was damn near perfect. But there was a deeper, subconscious need in me. The need to have something bigger. Thicker.

I wanted a man who would stretch my jaws a little.

And to that end I found a hidden wall that I came up against. How did a bisexual man go about meeting other bisexual or gay men?

The clubs would have been an obvious solution, but I wasn’t interested in the drama of meeting men in clubs. I just wanted to find that mystery cock. I wanted to satisfy that clit inside my mouth, like Linda Lovelace’s character in Deep Throat.

Often times I would find myself shaken out of these musings by my fellow study-mates and even a few teachers. I couldn’t get it out of my mind.

I even tried meeting guys who advertised on the stall walls. It reminded me of my first surprise meeting with Paul. But those postings were nothing but bullshit. It was more frustrating than being rejected by girls.

Several weeks after my rendezvous with John and Paul, I was utterly upset and frustrated by the absolute lack of men I’d been able to locate. On a lone Friday night, with my frustration at its peak I somehow managed to agree to help a girl friend of mine study for a late night exam.

The study hall was not the most expertly utilized facility on a Friday night, so we found ourselves entirely alone well past the hours of dusk. Sometime in the mid-hour of Eight o’clock at night we packed up our books and I excused her to go to a party with her boyfriend. I stayed for a while in the quiet, antique tranquility of the study hall.

Frustration sometimes can erode a man’s will to do almost anything else but contemplate that which he cannot have. And in that moment I could not have the dick that I wanted. I suppose I stayed there for a considerable amount of time, hoping that my knightly lance would arrive in his full glory.

But alas, it was not to be so.

Utterly bemused, I traipsed my way through the inner hallways of the study hall and into the students’ quarter. It was a quarter mile of parallel hallways with offices and meeting rooms interwoven within and my dormitory lay on the opposite end. Given the lateness of the hour I simply did not welcome the dark moonlit streets.

So I slowly trudged my way down the dimly lit hallway, when my bladder suddenly felt extremely heavy. I couldn’t believe it. Maybe a hundred feet away from the exit to the student quarter and another three-hundred feet across the street to my dorm lay between me and relief.

But there was no way I was going to make it. I scanned the hallways quickly and saw an overhead sign for the restrooms. With a grunt I tossed my backpack onto my shoulder and scuttled my way down the side hall, deeper into the recesses of the student quarter. I looked around myself as I passed a very thick corner of shadows and saw the clearly illuminated orange lights of relieve. Who would have thought that a simple illuminated placard could speak such beautiful words? Men.

I quickly ducked inside the restroom. The urinals were not the cleanest of sorts, surprising given the offices that were stationed nearby so I quickly ducked inside one of the stalls and unzipped my pants, pooling them around my ankles as I dropped onto the stool and let the gold flow. I gasped a heartfelt sigh as the pressure instantly eased.

I leaned back against the steel pipe and groaned as I was finally able to relax. Several seconds passed before I realized that I wasn’t alone inside the shadowy restroom. The squeaking sound of tennis shoes scooting across the tiled floor next to me brought me out of my personal reverie. Imagine my surprise when a hand slid under the stall separating me and my stall mate holding a small screwdriver.

I looked around for a moment as if I expected someone to shove open the doorway and yell, “Ah ha!” But the only sound I heard were the squeaky shoes scuttling across the floor beside me again, this time nudging the side of my foot. I took the screwdriver and looked at it for a brief second.

What do I do, I wondered to myself? I turned it over in my hands and tried to understand why someone would hand me a screwdriver. A slight rap on the toilet roll dispenser and my eyes widened. Four screws held the toilet roll dispenser on to the stall and that was when I noticed the message etched into the stall’s surface.

Friday nights, drive out 4 a good screw. It didn’t tell you every little detail, but with the screwdriver in hand I had a pretty good idea of what the message meant. I tossed around the idea in my mind for several seconds. Possibly minutes. I’d been hoping for this kind of encounter for so long now, it was hard to believe that I’d wandered into one.

Another tap at the toilet roll dispenser and I ran my fingers along the metal rod of the screwdriver. Yeah, I knew you were waiting. What kind of cock was it waiting on the other side? Was it big? Was it thick? Or would it be short and thin; hardly worth the time and effort?

I decided to take my chances. I quickly leaned over and began working on the four screws. It didn’t take long before I’d spun each one of them free and with a surprising air of calmness I slid the metal toilet dispenser away from the wall and gasped. More than a hole there was a huge rectangular cut in the wall separating our stall, big enough to cram two fists through side-by-side if you had a notion to.

Very little time was wasted before a big, thick black cock slid through the opening and I licked my lips unconsciously. I was mesmerized by the sight of it. It had to be at least 8 solid inches long and big enough around that I couldn’t even fit my whole fist around it.

I leaned down and set the toilet dispenser on the floor toward the back of the stall and ran my left hand out and curled my fingers around his balls, hearing him moan at the touch. “Yeah.” I heard him sigh in a deep, husky voice and I instantly wondered what my momentary lover looked look. Twisting my feet on the toilet seat I tilted my head forward and slid my lips over his fat, bulbous head as my other hand curled around his base.

“Oh my god.” I heard him moan as I licked my tongue around his entire tip and bobbed my head slightly, working my saliva onto his cock. He was so big, I wasn’t sure if I could even hope to fit half of him into my mouth. The thought made me dizzy suddenly with lust.

It was so delightfully sexy, rolling his balls around in my fingers as I let his cockhead slip in and out of my mouth, running my tongue around the soft flange as my lips milked every nerve around the dome. I heard the wall shift a little between us and I realized that he was pressed as far up against it as he could go, thrusting his cock as far into my comfort zone as the rectangular cut would allow.

“Suck it bitch.” I heard the mysterious voice rumble from the other side of the wall and I moaned at the sound of those words. Tightening my fingers around his base I did as I was told and thrust my head forward until I could feel my jaws aching. With a harsh gasp for air I pulled away and watched my slobber spill out over first four to five inches of his cock. I hadn’t even managed half and the man had almost choked me.

My eyes felt like they were rolling in the back of my head and I stroked his enormous cock as I licked my lips, getting them wet and slick for his meat. Sliding my hand down his shaft and once again tightening it around his base I worked my lips around his fat head and sucked several inches of him into my mouth, repeatedly bobbing my head forward and back across that length. He was so big I started stroking the remaining five or six inches with my free hand.

I moaned as I felt his head and shaft expand and throb inside my mouth and against my tongue. I hummed as I rolled my palm around his head and watched him shiver in my hands. “Yeah, like that bitch.” I heard the phantom cock coax me onward.

I was inflamed by now. The whole squad of the university police bursting in on us at that moment couldn’t keep me from my task. Pulling the loose skin around his cock tight once more by the base I stroked his head and forward shaft with my mouth and continued working the rest of his shaft with my free hand, working my head forward until I could feel his plum-shaped head pushing against the forward edge of my throat.

I knew what I wanted. I wanted this big motherfucker to never forget the night he ran into me, so I relaxed all of the muscles in my mouth and throat and sucked the air in through my nose. With practiced patience I bobbed my head back and forth against his tip until I felt my throat expanding around it. I cringed a little and fought back the urge to gag, focusing on the sensation of his flesh spreading my throat.

It was glorious. I could both feel and hear him nearing that moment that I had longed for ever since my time with John and Paul. Pulling my mouth back along his cock I sucked his shaft and ran my tongue around his tip, popping my mouth free like I was sucking a lollipop. Before the sound was out I had taken him back inside my mouth and I was sucking him with absolute devotion. With both of my hands I fisted the midpoint of his shaft and started twisting them around his circumference in opposing directions as I really started working his gorgeous tip over like a madman.

I wanted it. I was practically begging for it subconsciously. Give it to me. Cum for me. This was my plea.

As if in direct answer to my silent prayer I heard him grunt something unintelligible a second before I felt his seed pepper the inside of my mouth. I eagerly lapped at his head and his hole, swirling my tongue around the mushroom head as I sucked what had already spilled out down my gullet. I moaned like it was the sweetest dessert as he continued to unload one thick, creamy spurt after another. I couldn’t believe how much he was cumming.

It was like an endless river. And I kept sucking. By now my fingers were squeezing his balls gently, trying to coax every last drop out of them as his hips rubbed back and forth across my lips and tongue. I could hear him breathing hard and with one final quiver I felt him pull away and back through the hole.

And just like that it was over. I heard him pulling his pants on, though he seemed a bit shaky as he leaned against the stall several times. By the time he had finished assembling his half of the dispenser I had regained some sense of my own bearings and started mimicking his direction.

It was obvious that to leave the dispensers disassembled would ruin the entire set up of the secret gloryhole, and I didn’t want that to happen, now that I knew about it. I reached under the stall to return the screwdriver.

“Keep it.” The deep voice rumbled. “With a mouth like that, you’ll need it.”

I chuckled under my breath and stopped just short of thanking him as I heard the bathroom door open and close and suddenly he was gone.

Gloryhole Alternative: Part Two (Second Helping)

2007-10-27T06:57:00.000-04:00

Imagine my surprise and delight several days later as I was walking across campus I caught a glimpse of my "stall mate" from earlier. I quickly followed him across the median and two lanes of bumper-to-bumper traffic in an attempt to keep up with him. Walking up behind him I followed him to his apartment, a respectable townhouse a few blocks from campus, and waited a few minutes before walking up to the door.

I strolled casually up the stairs with a smile on my face and took a deep breath, gathering my courage. Was I really ready to meet this guy on his home turf? The choice was however no longer mine as the doorknob turned suddenly.

Raising my head up as the door opened I found a tall, skinny, black haired prep staring back at me with a frown.

"Can I help you?" he asked with obvious disdain.

I stuttered for something to say, realizing that I didn’t even have a first name. “I’m looking for . . . um . . . I was hoping to find . . .”

"Oh, hi. “I was interrupted as the blonde-haired guy popped into the living room and quickly crossed the room to the door. "Come on in." He said as he motioned me into the living room.

The living room was clean and crisp with an air of simplicity. Full white walls were trimmed in black border, and accentuated by black lacquered furniture all around. The couch was large and solid black leather.

Sitting down on the couch, I tossed my backpack against the wall and twiddled my thumbs while he rushed off into the kitchen, fumbling with glasses and ice.

"So, you know Paul from where exactly?" His roommate asked intently, pausing just enough between from and where that I got the point.

"School." I answered truthfully. Levelly. I wasn’t rude, but I wasn’t putting on a false face of friendship either.

"My name is James." I offered as I stood up to shake his hand, but he just stood there with his arms crossed.

Almost tripping on the carpet, Paul came rushing back into the living room with a few glasses of iced tea and sat next to me on the couch, offering me one of the glasses.

"So what made you stop by?" Paul asked as he settled in next to me on the couch.

"Well I see you two have a lot to talk about so I'm going out for a bit. Would you like anything while I'm out?"

"Huh.” He mumbled absently, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Nothing at all. Thanks." I chuckled and smiled, lowering my eyes, while Paul’s roommate stormed out the front door. It was hard not to be self-conscious around Paul. His fingers kept stroking the leather cushion between us and I wondered what he was planning on doing with those fingers.

"So this is where you live? Nice place . . ." I started before Paul was suddenly on top of me, sliding his tongue into my mouth.

Paul set our glasses on the coffee table before he quickly returned, pawing at my shirt as his mouth opened further around mine. Taking the cue I started unbuttoning my shirt and let out a hard moan when Paul's hand found the bulge in my jeans. Once my shirt was off Paul's lips immediately attacked my fur-rimmed nipples, sucking and biting them furiously as his hands now strained with my zipper.

My hands stroked Paul’s back though his thin silk shirt and we moaned in unison as he pumped his hips against my thigh. His hands worked the heavy metal button loose seconds before his fingers stroked me through my boxer briefs and my fingernails raked across his back. I could have devoured him alive in that one moment.

Paul’s fingers worked my shirt aside a little more as he leaned back on his knees and I shifted my weight up onto my hands so that he could pull my pants down to my knees. My cock was standing at full attention as Paul leaned between my legs and licked the tip. Instinctively it jolted.

Taking my balls between his fingers, Paul slid his mouth over my bulging head and proceeded to swallow my entire length in one smooth motion. My hand pressed against the back of his head as I felt his tongue dancing around my shaft, and my head flew back against the cushions.

I moaned as he rolled my sac around in his hand. My fingers tightened into his hair and I worked his mouth up and down the length of my cock. With the urging of my hands Paul continually increased his speed until his cock was now bobbing up and down on my hips like a jackhammer, my head poking at his throat with each thrust.

Soon I began thrusting my hips up off the couch to meet him and I knew I was on the verge of a premature eruption.

"No. Not yet." Paul said as he slid his lips free with a wet popping sound. He diligently helped me out of my shoes and pants. Paul stood and held out his hand in invitation.

"Let's go to the bedroom." Taking my hand, Paul led me into the back of his apartment. Upon walking in Paul hopped onto the bed and began taking his own clothes off. Throwing his shirt across the room, he quickly proceeded to strip off his jeans before turning and lying on his back, his head hanging over the edge of the bed.

"Come here stud." He motioned to me. I eagerly walked across the room and straddled his head on the bed, my stomach resting upon his own. His cock pointed up at me like a divining rod to water. I could smell the musk scent of him with my nose inches from his cock and when I wrapped my hand around the base a clear droplet appeared at the tip.

Licking my lips I leaned my head forward and sucked his head into my mouth, savoring the sweet gem. His tip was both soft and firm and my tongue rolled around it like the two were meant for one another. My loins surged as the taste of his masculinity filled my senses. Opening my mouth wider I slid Paul’s fat cock further into my mouth until I couldn’t go anymore without gagging myself.

"Oh god that feels so good. John never takes that much into his mouth."

Paul renewed his eagerness before, mirroring the way I drew his silky skin between my lips. He moaned deep in his throat and I felt his mouth vibrate in kind against my shaft. My head responded of its own accord and I felt his tip press against the back of my throat as I lowered my mouth.

Grabbing my ass cheeks tightly in his hands, Paul started pulling my hips down in a grinding motion on his face and I realized that he was trying to get me to fuck his mouth. Readjusting my weight, I placed my hands on the bed and spread my legs a little wider.

At first I slid my hips forward slowly, my cock sliding into Paul's mouth with deliberate care. Then I pulled out until his lips were working solely upon my head, his tongue teasing the slit. Then I pushed my cock back in and I was lost to the moment. My hips became a flurry of motion as I fucked Paul's mouth with no remorse.

I slid my mouth up and down his shaft in time with my own thrusts and my whole world was that never-ending cycle of give and take. I was nearing the edge of no-return when I suddenly felt something press against my anus and I squirmed in response. I twisted my torso with Paul’s throbbing cock held precariously between my lips and saw his roommate, who was rubbing a well lubed finger around my puckered entrance.

I hadn’t stopped thinking about my encounter with Paul in the restroom. To the point that I had bought a plug and used it every night since during masturbation. John raised his eyebrow as he slid his finger easily within my tight backdoor and I nodded before I returned my full attention to Paul.

John wasted no time when he inserted two fingers and realized there would be little resistance from me. His fingers tightened around my buttocks and I moaned around Paul's cock as his roommate rubbed his head up and down the crack of my butt, grazing my hole. Then with one final pass, he pressed it firmly against my hole and eased the head inside inside.

I moaned hard and strong around Paul’s cock as John’s head passed my sphincter and filled the emptiness. I shuddered as John pushed in deeper and felt Paul throb inside my mouth. Slowly he pushed his fat shaft into my anus, spreading my cheeks wide with his hands, and I buried my pelvis against Paul’s chin. I was in heaven as the two worked my body over, pleasing me in every way that a man can be pleased.

Before long John was sliding his cock in and out of my ass as I thrust it back against him, fucking Paul's mouth like I had before. We were all three like one integrated pleasure machine, my hips the primary driving force as John stopped bucking his hips and let me ride him as hard as I wanted. My mouth was sucking Paul off to the tune of my humming when I suddenly heard him mumble something around my cock.

Before I knew it Paul’s head was exploding inside my mouth, filling it with his slick, salty seed. My throat worked hurriedly to drain the pool of semen; the taste setting off my own climax as I felt his tongue teasing the vein along the underside of my shaft. My ass and hips gyrated uncontrollably against John’s rock-hard organ, forcing endless pulses of ecstasy into Paul’s anxious mouth.

Finally, I could feel my body settling and I shuddered as John slowly slid his cock out of my ass. I squirmed somewhat uncomfortably at the relatively new, yet familiar sense of emptiness. That was the biggest discomfort of having my ass plowed, I learned. Not having something in it.

John then took me by the hand and led me over to the recliner that was sitting in the corner of Paul's bedroom. He gently sat me down in the chair and spread my legs across the arms, as he licked his lips.

"Now we're going to make you really cum." He said with a smile before the two slowly knelt between my legs.

At first they started taking turns licking my balls while the other one was sucking at my head, which was enough torture to drive me to the brink of insanity. Sighing and moaning I laid my head back against the chair and savored the warm massage of their tongues.

Then they both found their way to the tip of my head and with one last smile in my direction they started French kissing each other around my mushroom tip. I could hardly contain myself the feeling was so intense. Slowly they maneuvered their embrace down my shaft, their tongues trying to mate with each other around my shaft. Placing my hands on each of their heads I held them in position as they madly sucked, kissed, and licked in unison.

Then, with gentle and slow strokes I lifted my hips up off of the chair and started fucking the union of their mouths. I was dizzy and delirious as they made mad, passionate oral love to my cock. The pair of them worked me over for almost half an hour, taking me to the edge before they would simmer down and let me settle, only to resume their efforts and drive me to a higher plateau of pleasure.

Finally, as they were taking me to that unseen edge John positioned his mouth over my tip and drove it all the way down to my pelvis with his lips wrapped tightly around my cock. Paul in turn kissed the side of my shaft through the edge of John’s mouth.

All at once, that was it.

I cried out loud as John drew his mouth back along the length of my shaft. My first shot caught the inside of his mouth and spilled over onto his chin. The second shot splattered against Paul's closed mouth as he moved in close for his own share of my seed. The remainder was devoured by each in turn as they stroked my cock until I couldn't stand it anymore.

When I'd finished, I lay there, exhausted. Looking down at them I saw stray traces of my semen decorating their cheeks, chins, and lips. Then they both turned and trailed their tongues up and down one another and I rewarded them with one more release before I collapsed. Spent and satisfied.

Gloryhole Alternative: Part One (First Time For Everything)

2007-10-26T23:16:00.000-04:00

Its always interesting looking back at the changes in our lives and how the come about. For the longest time I’ve hidden a part of myself.

I like women. I like women a lot. But I’ve also had the urge to wander across that line. To forage amongst other foliage.

It’s hard to say when I first realized that I was turned on by the thought of giving oral sex to a man. Hard even to explain why it excites me so much. My best guess would flow from the familiarity I have with my own equipment.

Needless to say, I’ve never had the chance or opportunity to act upon those desires.

Until yesterday.

I attend a rather large university within the “Bible Belt” and I’ve been aware of the "conversations" that exist on bathroom stalls for quite some time. Yesterday, was just another day, until I went into one of the smaller restrooms located on campus. I usually prefer the handicapped stalls because they provide more leg room.

So there I was, sitting in the wide open space of the handicapped stall. Having just finished "my business" I noticed a note on the wall to my right. Reading the pornographic note that promised to “blow my mind” I felt my cock spring to life as I sat there, straddling the cold porcelain throne. Slowly I started stroking the shaft as I imagined what it would be like to have someone walk in on me.

Then I heard the door to the restroom and I stopped stroking.

The guy came in and sat down in the stall next to me, and complete silence filled the restroom. Slowly I tested the noise level of my activity by gently stroking my cock some more. A slight slurping sound was created but I decided to chance it. I continued this for a few minutes, having to stop and start repeatedly as more guys came in. Then I heard the bell for classes ring and the volume of traffic slowly tapered off.

I leaned forward and let a trail of saliva drip from my lips onto my outstretched hand, rolling my palm around the tip. By now I was brandishing a nice, thick hardness, when suddenly the guy in the stall next to me got up and pulled up his pants. Holding the head of my cock in my hand I slowly massaged the pre-cum around it, wishing that he would hurry up and move along. Stepping out of his stall I heard his stall door slam back against his stall and suddenly the door to my stall bounced and the latch barely slid free of the catch. My door swung free slightly and I stopped everything.

Silence stretched on as I just sat there, holding my dick in my hand. Slowly the door crept inward as I saw a tall, skinny dude with a blonde crew cut stroll in.

My mouth fell open and my eyes bulged out as he reset the latch on the door and came over to me. Slowly he dropped to his knees, leaning against the far wall and turned my hips towards him. Looking at the lay of the shadows coming beneath the door I realized that the only way anyone could see him would be if they were actively crouching on the ground.

Slowly I took my hand from my cock and watched it bounce in front of his face. Gently he breathed on the tip and a small droplet of pre-cum oozed from the tip. Instantly his tongue slithered up the center of my head, digging into the slit as he lapped up the tasteful droplet. My body shivered a little as his tongue slowly began to roam around my head, teasing the edges and penetrating the slit. My mind was going wild with the warm wetness of his tongue.

He reached forward with one of his hands and took my balls into it, playfully rolling them around. Then, holding them firmly, my cock standing out to rigid attention he opened his mouth wide and slid his head forward until his chin rested against his fingers.

The sensation was weird because his mouth was still open. I could feel the heat from his mouth upon my dick. And everyone once in a while he or I would fidget a little and my dick would touch the side of his mouth. Then suddenly his lips closed and my cock was enveloped in silky, moist heat.

Slowly he withdrew his head, his tongue roaming freely along the underbelly of my shaft. He withdrew his head completely until his lips were barely covering my head and began to suck madly at the fat dome. He kept moaning as his tongue and lips worked diligently at the tight skin. I was in heaven.

Then while I was dealing with that he slide his mouth down again and burrowed his nose into my pubic hairs. I felt something tight constricting around my head and I realized that he was feeding my cock into his throat. I stretched my legs and leaned back against the wall, curling my fingers into his hair. He moaned again and his eyes met mine as he bounced his head against my cock in short strokes, fucking the tip with his throat.

He pulled away with a sudden gasp for air and stroked his hand along the shaft, rubbing the saliva in to the many veins and ridges. He smiled at me and licked the tip and I realized suddenly that his tongue was pierced near the back. I grinned in return as he ran it around the flange just below my tip.

He slid his lips back down around my shaft and massaged my balls with his fingers. I moaned hard, amazed that he had found my hot spot so quickly. Both hands cradled my swollen sac, while his thumbs rolled back and forth across my jewels, his fingertips teasing the small ledge just behind them.

My fingers tightened into his hair once again and I forced his mouth all the way down. His appreciative hum vibrated against my balls and I warned him that I was close to cumming. He surprised me a second time, following my warning with a more earnest intent to draw me out, clutching my balls a little more forcefully in his hand. His other hand moved and he rubbed the pad of his thumb along my anus.

My balls drew up suddenly, and he pulled his head away from my hand and sucked on the tip. Bitter tendrils of pleasure intertwined with the smooth pleasure of my orgasm and I emptied a weeks worth of restraint into his tightly sealed lips. I felt the vibration of his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed every single drop of salty-sweet goodness.

He continued to drain me until the last drizzle of my essence came to a screeching halt and then he removed his lips with a loud smacking sound. It felt like a lightning rod in his hand, pulsing with tiny spasms as it bobbed left and right.

"You ever fucked a man in the ass?"

"Um . . . no." I answered.

"Good." he smiled as he stood and unbuckled his belt. My heart stopped as his pants fell to his ankles and he bent over in front of me.

You could tell he worked out. His legs were lean, but they rippled with muscle. And his buttocks were tight and firm. And hairless. I slid my fingers along both cheeks and his anus winked at me. I immediately tightened my fingers around his cheeks and pulled him back toward me.

"What are you . . .?" he began to ask, but I silenced him as my tongue penetrated his backdoor.

He moaned as I rolled my tongue around in circles inside his puckered sphincter. Gently I drew my head back and pushed it forward again, sliding my tongue in and out of his asshole. By now he was moaning rather loudly, and I was worried someone might walk in. But then I saw his big, fat cock dangling between his thighs and I reached my hand between his legs and started stroking him.

That must have really got him going because by now he was grinding his ass against my tongue. It was intense, the way his tight hole clutched at my tongue while I fucked his ass with it and stroked him at the same time. Just then we both heard the door open to the bathroom. In shock, I continued to jack him off, my tongue pressed all the way into his asshole, when I suddenly heard him moaning softly. His hips began to shake against my face and I knew he was close. Sliding my hand down his shaft one last time I held it out in front of his head and sighed as his liquid heat filled my palm.

He struggled to catch his breath as he continued to twitch in my hand. He placed his hand on the wall like he intended to stand up, but I held his leg with my free hand. Turning around he raised his eyebrow. Pulling my hand back between his legs I rolled his thick, slimy seed between my fingers. Spreading his cheeks with my other hand, I pressed the slippery tip of my index finger against his anus and rubbed it around in small circles.

His eyes closed and his lips parted in a silent circle as I pressed the finger deeper still, surprised that there was very little resistance on his end.

“Deeper.” He whispered and I complied, sliding the digit past his sphincter until my knuckle was pressing against his tight ring.

His eyes opened a tiny sliver and he nodded his head. He was ready.

Slowly I pulled his hips down until he was perched directly above my cock, which was surprisingly still erect. I helped him situated his legs on the outside of mine and aimed his buttocks so that my head slid between his cheeks. We listened to the guy who had come in, who was now washing his hands, with avid attention.

It was so stimulating. The threat of being caught in the act. Found out. Two men fucking in the restroom stall. I pressed at the base of my shaft and directed my tip just inside his tight ring, marveling at how easy it was to penetrate him. Tightening my fingers around his hips I rolled his butt back along the top of my thighs and fought the urge to moan as I slid inside.

We were fighting not to gasp in every effort not to give away our situation. Finally, after what seemed like forever, we heard the door open and close. And that was it.

He was bucking back and forth along my hips, rolling his ass like a champion as I held onto his hips for dear life. My sticking fingers from the one hand rubbed his semen into his bottom and I smacked his ass with a quick swat of my hand.

Oh, he liked that a lot.

I couldn’t believe that all of this was actually happening. My head was dizzy with the thought and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I knew that if anyone came in they would easily see two pairs of feet beneath the stall, so I upped the ante.

Pulling his hips down hard against mine, I thrust up off the toilet seat and growled as I penetrated more of him. He was visibly shaken by my sudden tactic and I decided it was all or nothing.

I stood up suddenly, carrying the both of us as I strode forward a short step and pressed him up against the far wall. His face pressed against the cold tiles as I pounded away at his tight hole, slamming my hips hard into him. His hands splayed out across the wall beside him and I grunted hard as I fucked his ass until I was delirious.

I leaned forward and rasped into his ear, taunting us both to that point of no return. “I’m going to fill that tight, preppie ass.”

He moaned in plea. “Yes.”

Clenching my teeth, I spread his cheeks with my thumbs and literally hammered his ass against the wall, gasping as it all came rushing to the surface suddenly. Flexing my back and buttocks, I forced my cock as deep inside him as possible, holding his hips against my pelvis as I finished making good on my promise.

I stumbled back from him, my legs quivering as I slid free of his backdoor, crashing back onto the toilet. He stood there against the wall, gasping and moaning. I ran my clean hand through my hair and watched with satisfaction as my seed trickled out of his hole.

Eventually he remembered where he was, and he leaned down and pulled his pants up. Buckling them quickly he moved to the stall door and quietly swung it open. He paused for a small second and flashed me a wink and blew me a kiss before he stepped out and left the restroom. Reaching over I relocked the latch just before someone walked into the door.

I sat there for several moments, shaking my head in disbelief. My next thought of course, was when I could do it again.

Release

2007-10-26T18:41:00.000-04:00

Hanging up with you on the phone I find my mind trailing off into the foggy depths of my imagination. Your face teeters on the edge of my vision, slowly filling the span of my mind's eye. I wander back to the conversation that we had just finished, your smooth voice drawing white-hot embers of happiness across my face.

I can remember your almost-whisper, taunting me further into the ecstasy of my soul. "Are you naked?"

"um . . . no"

"Then quickly correct that, my dear." You commanded with the clarity and strength of your sweet voice.

Settling down once more with the phone I found you awaiting my return. "Now, are you naked?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now, I want you to close your eyes." Closing my eyes I heard you moan into the phone as you continued the slow, patient tease.

"Now I want you to gently run the back of your hand up and down your shaft. Do not stroke it, just long slow movements."

Doing as I was told, your soothing hum caressed my ears, like a sweet lullaby relaxing me and contrasting with the continual stimulation. I could feel a steady tingle building between my legs as your lullaby smoothly transformed into a soft moan, like a cat's purr.

"Now I want you to rest the phone against your neck and shoulder, you will need both hands for the rest of this. Taking your cock firmly in hand I want you to slowly stroke it, starting at the tip of the head and ending at the base. With your other hand I want you to squeeze and fondle your balls. Imagine that it is me, stroking your cock and toying with your nut sack."

Again you returned to the soft moan, escalating into periodic whines, as you played with yourself on the other end of the line.

My fingers swept up and down the underside of my shaft, my other hand playfully rolling my balls around in the palm of my hand. It was true that I was no stranger to my body, but the way you orchestrated my technique was almost more than I could handle.

By then your soft purring had become a series of fluctuating, high-pitched squeals as a spine-crumbling climax threatened to tear through your very soul.

I grunted into the phone as my fingers continued the pace, unrelenting as the swelling ache became nigh-unbearable.

"Don't you cum yet? You know the rules. Not until I have first. And keep up the good work."

I sighed almost breathlessly into the receiver, my body quivering as the pressure rapidly approached pain in the pit of my stomach. Finally I heard you bellow into my ear as you exploded in the peace of your own home, laughing with a deep chuckle.

"You may cum now, my dear."

My thumb rolled across the head and it was all I could do not to drop the phone. My teeth ground painfully as the swollen dome burst like a geyser, spraying my stomach and legs with my seed as thick, warm jets leapt from the tip.

Wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of my other hand I laughed deeply into the phone.

"Good night my sweet prince. Pleasant dreams."

"Pleasant dreams indeed, my sweet. Good night."

The Struggle

2007-10-26T18:36:00.000-04:00

I felt her stirring against me as I awoke, her smooth warming touch brushing against my body as her legs reshuffled, her pelvis grinding deep into my groin. Gently I stroked the sensitive valley between her shoulders; running my fingers lightly down the groove as she squirmed against me, faking a drowsy moan as I saw the smile creep across her face.

Her efforts increased as her naked thigh drifted up my leg, the smooth silkiness of her skin contrasting sharply with my hairy flesh.

Slowly she traced the back of her hands up my arms until our fingers were entwined, teasing my skin ever so lightly as she went. Her legs were now moving in a continual circular patter, her hips swiveling above my own as my cock began to swell, pressing firmly against her mound. The gently rotating motion of her hot, moist lips against my shaft sent rivulets of pleasure into the pit of my stomach.

Next her tongue found my nipples as she spread my arms, forcing my chest to expand in tension. Her lips sucked hard against the surrounding flesh before she bit down, grating her teeth against the nub of skin. I growled angrily as the pain set off triggers inside my brain.

But she just laughed. Pinning my arms to the bed in a demonstration of control she leaned forward and dangled her breasts in front of my mouth, swaying them from side to side as I strained my neck to reach them. A master at the art of teasing, she would dip her torso down, letting me suckle on her pert breasts before raising up again, denying me.

Her legs now coming to a rest, she wiggled her ass, nestling it into the pit of my groin. She was slick and burning with arousal and her petals sucked at my shaft as she rocked her hips against me.

Rising up on her knees, she slowly lowered herself until her tight opening pressed firmly against the bulbous head of my cock. Again she began to rotate her hips as the tip teased and worked its way inside, oozing passion from her core as she slowly drew me in.

But I couldn’t hold back any longer. With one quick lunge I buried myself between her thighs, surprising her senses with the sudden invasion as she cascaded over the edge into an endless rush of ecstasy.

Pulling her tightly against me now that she had lost all control of the situation, I rolled over, pinning her to the bed beneath my weight as she hissed up at me, snarling her teeth in lustful hunger.

Pulling her firmly against me, I drove repeatedly inside her, plunging my stiff desires into her slick walls, relishing the moans that escaped her lips. I could feel her pussy clutching tightly against me, as she struggled to keep me inside her with each thrust, howling at me to fuck her harder with each withdrawal. I pummeled her madly against the mattress as the pressure deep in my groin became too much, growling between her lips as I felt her body trembling beneath me yet again. All sense and reason was gone before the two elemental furies making love on my bed, I bit lightly at the edge of her lip and I heard her scream.

Sweat soaked our pores while our bodies slipped and slid against one another, our thighs slapping together as she pulled her knees back to her chest. My head tilted back as I felt her walls open a little wider, her body inviting me to delve deeper. Her fingers tightened into the hairs on the back of my head and pulled me deeper into the kiss as she locked her ankles behind my buttocks.

I chuckled into her mouth as I heard the headboard knocking against the bedroom wall and she squealed in response, raking her fingernails down my shoulders in the process. Slipping her lips free of mine, she gasped for breath as our foreheads touched together.

“Cum inside me, baby.” She whispered at the edge of my ear, and I grunted in answer.

She knew all of my pressure points, and the result was immediate. Her fingers slipped around the back of my neck and she pulled my face into her shoulder, her smell overriding my senses as the pleasure-wrought pain deep in my stomach rallied to the surface.

“Here it comes.” I growled against the side of her neck, like some dark beast.

Every drop of pleasure and every ounce of satisfaction came together in that one driving moment as our bodies came together as one, my seed flowing into her depths where she eagerly accepted it. The energies between us flowed just as smoothly, and in that hard pivotal moment . . . I woke up suddenly, drowsiness coursing through my tired brain, struggling to make sense of what had just happened. The sweet glide of skin against skin, brought my attention to the goddess draped across my torso.

I felt her stirring against me as I awoke, her smooth warming touch brushing against my body as her legs reshuffled, her pelvis grinding deep into my groin. Gently I stroked the sensitive valley between her shoulders; running my fingers lightly down the groove as she squirmed against me, faking a drowsy moan as I saw the smile creep across her face.

I watched as she shifted her hips and snaked her hand between us, gasping as I felt her fingers curl around me. Pulling her hand out from between us, she ran her palm across my chest. The heavy brown fur that covered my chest stuck together in clumps as she wiped it off of her fingers.

“Pleasant dreams?”

I hummed as she rubbed her hand across my chest still, tweaking one of my nipples between her fingernails.

“Why don’t I tell you about it.” I answered, continuing the course of my fingers along her spine as I shared my dream with her. The woman I love. The woman of my dreams.

The Gathering

2007-10-25T18:39:00.001-04:00

A sharp, white light burning into the core of my brain, scalding all trace of their existence . . . their very presence, as if to say “It never happened. We were never here.” As if I could just forget the past few days and not wonder why. And yet even now I can feel my memory fading. The thoughts stripped from my brain, like weeds in a gardener’s dirt crusted hand. Then the white light takes a shape . . . a shape that I now understand, but doubt I will until the next Halloween. When it will all start again. Now the bright, white shape increases in intensity, the only thing my confused mind can concentrate as it burns itself into my mind in place of all the memories.

All I see is a grouping of circles. One large circle forms the perimeter of the symbol. Four circles are then contained within the major circle. Somehow I know that all four inner circles are the exact same size. One of the circles is directly in the center of the outer circle. The remaining three circles form a triangular pattern, their centers lying upon the circumference of the center circle and their own circumferences coincident with the outer circle. This is the shape that haunts me in these days before Halloween. This is the shape that seers its brand into my mind like a cattleman’s stake of claim, as if to label me as someone’s property. If my mind would only let me focus on that thought long enough to realize its heavy truth.

But alas, I cannot.

The Gathering is upon me, once again.

My body reacts in violent protest to images that fade from my memory like cold breathe on a winter’s night. Bracing myself up on sweat-soaked arms, my heart pounds madly in my chest and my lungs pump furiously as if to fight off suffocation. Perhaps that is not such an unusual physical response. Staring around the room I feel trapped somehow; pinned inside the plane white walls and ceiling and floor. On the recesses of my memory I catch a fleeting image. A single brief shape.

A grouping of circles.

My body shudders suddenly from the cold of the room and my sweat-covered body. At least that’s what I tell myself. Tossing off the sheets and climbing out of bed I decide to go for a midnight jog.

Well, not quite midnight, but whose counting?

The cool night air feels much better on my mind and skin than I’d thought and my fears eventually drift away. All, that is, save one.

That damn grouping of circles. I find myself staring at generic patterns in an attempt to make some sense out of it. The Martins’ mailbox post and its wrought-iron rings. The Thompsons’ doorknocker. All are subtle reminders of that image, so that eventually I find myself anxious to once again crawl back into the sanctity of my bed and try and forget the dream.

Entering the apartment-complex parking lot I throw my arms above my head and walk around in a slow circle so that my blood can settle down for a bit before I make my way up the stairs. Suddenly the light to one of the rooms across the lot from mine comes on and I can barely make out two figures dancing with each other. Wishing that I could enjoy the same kind of intimate relationship I decide to let my blood simmer inside and stomp quietly up the stairs, if that is even possible.

Opening my door I toss the keys onto the kitchen counter and say a few soothing words to Oliver, my old gray Tabby, before wandering back to my room and stripping off my sweaty clothes. As soon as I’ve finished I realize that I can see directly into the room with the light on and the two figures are still dancing. Taking out a pair of binoculars that I’d bought for the weekend college football games, I steal a glance into the window and am stunned when I see two extremely beautiful women dancing with each other. One is slightly taller than the other, possibly due to a pair of fuck-me pumps, but I can’t tell from where I’m standing. Her tight black dress stops just below the cleft of her ass and the tiny straps that drape over her shoulders can barely restrain the bulge of her cleavage. Her hair is shoulder length and black, and as she tosses it to the side, to get it out of her face, a brief note of recognition flashes in my mind. But it is forgotten as soon as it appears. Then I take in her partner. This one is clad in a low cut skirt that doesn’t fall much lower than the dress of her friend. She also has on a spaghetti strap top, much too small for her full upper body figure, and, as a result, flashes a great deal of her stomach and cleavage. Her dark red hair cascades almost seductively down the curve of her back, ending just above the curve of her ass.

Immediately I realized that I was sporting a rigid erection as the two fondled each other through their clothes and I found myself tempted to stroke it a little in tribute to their little show. Then I realized what I was doing and that if anyone else was watching me watch these two girls that I could get in some serious trouble. Shaking my head I put down the binoculars and opted instead for a nice cold shower to sooth my racing heart and blood.

Resting my weight against the wall of the shower beneath the showerhead I exhaled harshly as the cool water ran down my face and shoulders, relieving some of the tension, but not enough for comfort. Just then I heard someone knocking at my door and I cursed stupid people everywhere for the late-night interruption. The knocking became louder and more aggravated just as I stepped out onto the bathroom floor and threw a towel around my still-drying waist.

“Yeah, I’m coming. Keep your shorts on!!!” I yelled down my hallway. Stomping through the apartment I didn’t even bother to check the peephole in the door before slinging it open madly. Which is why I found myself standing there in my doorway in nothing but a towel on and my next-door neighbor staring wide-eyed, with her fist hanging in mid-air where the door should have been.

Awkwardly she and I both stuttered out apologies as the embarrassment of the situation dawned on us both. She too was caught off-guard I soon realized as she stood in my doorway in just a white t-shirt, and it appeared nothing else.

“D-did you want something?” I asked, trying to hurry the situation along so that we both could return to our respective comfort zones.

“Oh. Yes. Right!” She flustered. “I heard a noise outside my door and stepped out to check it and the door locked behind me. Can I use your phone to call the landlord for a replacement?”

“Uh . . sure!” I answered a little too quickly and hopefully.

Stepping aside I let Julia walk by, stealing a quick peak at the hint of her butt beneath her shirt as her hips swayed back and forth. Julia was a cute little number; a little bit shorter than most of the girls that I knew, but her pert little ass and tits more than made up for it. Her short blonde hair, cut off just below the ear, finished off her tiny stature, making her appear all the more innocent.

“Phone’s in the kitchen.” I called as I closed and locked the front door and turned on the living room light. I went and sat down on the couch and turned on the T.V. while I heard her talking to the landlord in the next room. Again my eye was caught by movement from the apartment across the way and I found myself gawking as the redhead had the other girl bent over, on all fours, and was pumping her from behind madly with a solid black strap-on. Again I felt an erection stirring and I immediately sat back down on the couch and focused on the T.V. I knew that I was pitching a tent beneath the towel, but I hoped that it would die down before Julia returned and I completely embarrassed myself.

Just then I heard the phone hit the receiver and Julia came stomping into the living room as she sulked down into the seat across from me.

“That was the landlord and he says that he doesn’t have a copy of my apartment key. Says that he gave me the copy a few months ago when I was having the remodeling done and that I never gave it back to him. So now I’ve got to wait till the morning for a locksmith. I hate to ask you this, but could I stay here tonight?”

On any other day I would have considered myself the luckiest man on earth. A beautiful girl, begging to spend the night in my apartment with nothing but a thin white t-shirt and a towel to separate us. But right then I wanted to release the tension that had been building up in my balls for the past few minutes. But, I did what the nice guy would do.

“Sure Julia, you can take the bed and I’ll take the couch, just give me a bit to go get a change of clothes and you can have it.” Standing up I started my walk to the back bedroom when Julia suddenly spoke out loud.

“Oh my god, would you look at those two women!”

Turning I found myself mesmerized as the two women were now locked into a violent and passionate sixty-nine position, their heads and legs vibrating with an intensity that I’ve never seen before. I was hypnotized by their lustful sex act. That is, I was until I felt something warm wrapping around the shaft of my cock.

“Well, I guess you did get a good look at those two women.” Said Julia as she gently stroked the length of my cock that was pushing the towel away from my body. Following the length of her hand from the shoulder I saw it vanish at the bottom edge of the towel and my legs began to give a little as she stroked my shaft deliciously.

“But that looks much too uncomfortable. Let’s let you relax a little bit.” Julia added just before grabbing one of the seams of the towel and pulling it so that the self-made wrap unraveled and piled into a heap at my feet. There I stood, transfixed as I stood naked before her, my cock pointing out towards her face, like a divining rod. When I saw her lick her lips my heart skipped a tiny beat as I held my breathe in anticipation of what I hoped was about to happen.

“I usually don’t do this for just any guy, but this once I’ll make an exception.” And having said that she resumed her stroking rhythm upon my member and slowly and appreciatively began to lick the tip of the head. Tilting my head back I leaned back against the back of the chair that she was sitting in as she continually devoured my head into her hot, moist mouth, running her tongue around the base of the head in tight-fitting circles. Stealing a glance I saw her pull her shirt up and over her hips as her free hand found a warm place between her legs, rubbing small circles around her clit as she savored the taste of my tip..

“This is hurting my neck a bit dear, why don’t you move your leg up here so I can really get down to business.”

Following Julia’s lead I let her lift my right leg up and place my foot up on the armrest of her chair, spreading my legs wide before her, my cock pointing straight out from my groin with its characteristic upward curvature.

Reaching forward Julia took the base of my shaft into her hand, encircling it with her forefinger and thumb as she pressed her lips against my head. Slowly as she pushed her head forward I watched inch by inch of my head, and then shaft, vanish between her full pink lips. All the while her tongue ran back and forth along the underside of my cock, moistening it as she went to make it easier to swallow.

Glancing downward I could still see her finger working away at her pussy, only now she had two fingers side by side thrusting in and out of her opening, making loud slurping noises with each penetration. Once she’d pulled the entirety of my cock into her mouth she slowly started pumping her head back and forth, using her tongue to drive me closer and closer to outright insanity. Hungry with lust after so many years of abstinence I couldn't help but relish in the delicious feel of her mouth and tongue. Placing my hand on the back of her head I grabbed a handful of hair and proceeded to thrust my shaft in and out of her pretty lips.

Removing her lips from my cock with a loud popping sound Julia took my slick shaft in her hand and proceeded to stroke it very slowly as she lowered her head and whipped her tongue out onto my balls. I moaned loudly in response as her tongue toyed with each of the balls, before she finally swallowed one of them in between her lips. Gently she suckled on the solitary nut as her hand continued its treatment of my shaft. Then she moved her tongue down and started tonguing the region of my balls closest to my ass. The sensation was peculiar at first, almost like a tickle. But soon she had me moaning in outright ecstasy. Finishing with my balls, Julia trailed her tongue back up my shaft, stopping just south of the head where she placed her lips and began to suckle powerfully, as if to give my cock a hicky. Intense pleasure shot through me as she did this, whipping her tongue out between sucks to cool the nerves a bit. Then, satisfied with her work, Julia slid her lips back over the rim of my cock and sucked it in.

Just then I looked up and caught a glimpse of the two women across the way, their bodies thrashing around wildly as they ground their pussies together in a wildly energetic climax. Julia chose this time also to begin her own orgasm as her body began to tremble noticeably on the chair and a muffled moan vibrated against my cock. Then as if to add one more chime to the chorus, I heard the hour bell go off on my alarm clock signaling that it was midnight, and I lost it.

My head felt like it was swimming through a river of warm jell-o as my cock twitched inside Julia’s mouth and six large jets of cum erupted inside her mouth. Soon after I fell off of my cloud and realized that large droplets of sweat were running down my back. I too realized that Julia was moaning deeply on the chair in front of me and was still pumping my slowly softening cock in and out of her mouth. Sighing and wiping my forehead I let my foot fall back off the chair, forcing my cock to slip out of Julia’s mouth, which elicited a short-lived pout. Stumbling backward I found myself collapsing onto the couch as every ounce of energy that I had drained out of my body. My eyes felt heavy and droopy as I felt myself nodding off to sleep.

Then I felt Julia climbing onto the couch on top of me.

“I’m sorry Julia. I don’t think I can go another round.”

Giggling, she wrapped her arms around me. “Who said you needed to? Are you satisfied?”

“And how!!” I yelled.

“Well, so am I.” She giggled again. “Now get some sleep, you’ve got a long day tomorrow.”

I started to ponder the curious nature of Julia’s words just before I found myself once again trapped within the dream that had awoken me earlier that night. And throughout the many times that I woke up beneath Julia’s sleeping body, the only constant was that damn grouping of circles.

The next morning I awoke to find myself alone except for Oliver, who made a very dramatic show of being hungry when he realized that I was awake. Stumbling half-blind to the kitchen I poured him a small bowl of dry mix and saw the note from Julia thanking me for the wonderful bed to sleep on and a few other pleasantries. Rubbing my hand through my hair I tossed on a pair of boxers and had a quick shave and shower. Then I ate a quick bowl of Cheerios and threw some clothes on in an effort to keep myself from seeing those circles. Those damn circles. But everywhere that I went . . . they were there too.

Until finally I’d had enough of it. Flipping the switch to my computer on I sat down and typed in the search “circles”, which of course gave me nothing even close to what I wanted. So then I decided to focus my search in on patterns. “Circular patterns” also came up with nothing substantial, but I did notice a link referring to archaic symbols and patterns. Adding that kind of branch to my search came up with a huge list of sites that gave me some general information, but nothing specific enough for my needs. But I looked through most of the sites for a few hours, taking the chance that I might come across something meaningful.

And finally, some time around 10:00 a.m. I got lucky. On a site almost at the bottom of the search results list there was a page detailing mathematical symbols and their pertinence and importance in ancient archaic languages and magiks. The last part of what the page talked about scared me slightly, possibly because of my recent nightmares.

Magiks?

The symbol that I had seen in my dreams belonged to a family of similar symbols known as tetragrams because of the grouping of four equally sized geometric shapes in symmetric respect to each other. When I thought of the definition the symbol of the pentagram immediately flashed into my mind and I could only imagine how that one symbol must also belong to a larger “family” of symbols, but because of its repeated appearance in witch mythology it had come to hold the family name as its own.

Next I tried to find a bit more by typing the search “tetragram” but again I came up with nothing. I tried a few more related terms to no avail and finally gave up to the fact that I’d discovered all that I could online. To find out anything else of importance I’d have to take my search to the library.

Throwing on a baseball cap and my backpack I locked the door to my apartment and jogged down the stairs and hopped into my car, revving it up and shifting it into a gear.

“Excuse me! Could you wait a second!” came a woman’s voice behind me. Turning I saw the redhead from the window across the parking lot. Shifting the car into neutral I waited for her to run up to my car in a pair of high heels and another low-cut skirt and top.

“Excuse me but you wouldn’t happen to be going to campus would you?” she asked me, with obvious need in her tone. “My roommate left this morning without me because I slept in and if I don’t make it to work on time this time I’m out of a job.”

I let a minute sigh escape my lips before I caught a brief flash of her cleavage as she bent over to readjust one of her heels. At the very least I’d get to ogle her for a bit, at a much closer view than before, so I agreed.

“So where to on campus?” I asked as she tossed her purse in beside her.

“Oh I work at the campus library.” She informed me.

“Well, you’re in a lot of luck this morning. I was headed there anyway.” I said with a quick smile. Smiling back she closed the door and I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the open road.

“So did you and your roommate have a fight this morning or something?” I asked.

“Do what?” She almost jumped at my question.

“Your roommate? Is that why she left this morning without you? Did you two have an argument?”

“Oh . . . heh . . . yeah.” She blushed slightly. “We had a bit of a tiff this morning and she stormed out and left me stranded.”

“Well, I guess your misfortune is my fortune, huh.” I said as I gave her my best charming smile.

Turning slowly towards me she flashed me one of those “give me a break” glances and said, “You’re not one of those guys who thinks that just because you’re giving me a ride that I’m going to fuck you, are you?”

Her open and blunt honesty caught me by surprise. “Bu . . . well, I . . . uh . . .No, of course not.” I said as I stared straight ahead.

“Damn, that’s too bad, cause I’m really frustrated right now and that would be a terrific way to start the day.”

Staring straight ahead silently I cursed myself, unwilling to press further to find out whether she was just joking or being serious.

Finally, after a quiet remainder of the way to the library, we arrived and she almost leapt out of the car before I even had a chance to park it. Reaching over the seat she grabbed her purse and turned to trot away before she stopped and turned around to face me. Leaning over she moved in close to my ear and her hand clutched the bulge in my pants.

“You know, I’d have let you fuck me if you’d just asked.” Then with a smile and slight squeeze she was jogging off towards the library, leaving me with an aching erection and a head full of confusion. Shaking my head, I took my backpack out of the backseat and locked my door and made my way into the library.

As I’d expected my search was a bit more fruitful in the hardcopy archives of the library, both in the area of tetragrams and archaic symbols in general. Twenty minutes after entering the library I had my nose buried in a pile of a dozen books pertaining to the topic that I was interested in. For the next few hours I read book after book, learning that tetragrams, like pentagrams, were used in archaic languages and could also be connected through history to the myth and hysteria of witches.

It was claimed by some that the two different families of symbols actually represented two different families of witchcraft, in reality. That the pentagram symbolized a grouping of four witches, calling themselves “corners” and usually each pertaining to one of the four primal “forces” while the fifth was an overseer or protector that the four “corners” where innately unaware of. Over time many of the people who still practiced witchcraft had forgotten the meaning of the five sides to the pentagram and often forgot to pay homage to their protector, which ultimately lead to their ruin.

The tetragram however represented a family of witches and witchcraft that relied entirely upon themselves, leaving out the impact of a protector or overseer. This omission in truth was rumored to be the reasoning behind the prevalence of the pentagram witchcraft. One was more willing to experiment in the forbidden mysticisms with a protector in the circle. Instead the tetragram witchcraft relied on three primary “corners” calling themselves sisters, since they were more likely than not all female, and a fourth “center”, also known as the brother, since he was usually a male. The fourth “center” was more of a familiar to the three “corners” than an actual witch himself and usually provided the three sisters with the focus of their magical powers. Another factor leading to the prevalence of the pentagram witchcraft was the intense bonding that was required by the tetragram witchcraft. These witches made up for the lack of protection provided by a fifth entity by solidifying emotional and spiritual bonds among the three “corners” and the “center”. In essence all four beings were required not only to love the other with undying devotion, but also to commit themselves for the rest of eternity. A version of marriage that far transcended typical weddings.

Then on the very last page of one of the articles was a direct copy of the image that I’d seen in my nightmares. Reading on I learned that it was perceived to be the strongest of the tetragram sects because of its perfect symmetry and stability. All four pieces are of equal importance in the tetragram. The outer three “corners” being free to explore the uses of their “magiks” while the core “center” being held them together, forming the most stable union possible.

Closing my eyes I tried to think back into the nightmare, pushing the edges of my memory for some glimmer of recognition.

“Hey what’s up good lookin’? What ya got there?”

Slamming the book shut I looked around startled to find the red-haired girl from earlier that morning standing behind me.

Her eyes wide, she backed away a little bit. “Okayyyy . . .sorry, man, I was just coming over to see if you were up for some lunch.” Turning she moved to walk away, but I quickly leapt up and cut her off.

“No, please. That would be great. I’m sorry.”

Casting me a curious glance, she tapped her finger on one of her lower teeth as if in decision. “Welllll . . . okay, but no more freaking out on me.”

Taking me by the hand she lead me up the stairs, towards the older archives.

“Where are we going? I thought you wanted to go for lunch?”

Casting me a wicked glance she didn’t say a single word and kept on leading me further up the tall library. Once we’d reached the upper, 8th, floor she turned a right and we walked around the circular perimeter of the library floor plan.

“Care to tell me where we’re going?” I asked curiously. But “Shhhhh.” Was the only answer I got as she lead me further and further around the library. Then, suddenly she took a left turn and practically drug me down four or five long book aisles until we reached the very back of the library.

Immediately, without a single word she reached down and began unbuttoning my pants, leaving me standing there as she took my pants and boxers and pulled them down to my ankles before proceeding to her own attire. Turning she hiked her skirt up over her hips and placed one foot up on one of the book shelves, showing just how bare her crotch and ass were. Looking back she cast me a curious glance.

“Well, we don’t have all day.” She said with a grin. “Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to get on with it and fuck me?”

Catching my bearings suddenly I gripped her by the hips and steadied her as I placed the head of my cock against the opening to her pussy.

“Wooooo there big fella! Uh uh . . . I’m a virgin and I plan on staying that way . . . you want a piece of this ass? Well that’s all you’re getting.”

Shocked and confused, I spat on my hand and lubed up the head and shaft of my cock a little before placing it at the puckered opening of her anus.

“Oh yeah, right there baby.” Spreading her cheeks apart with my hands I easily slide my entire cock head in as her ass spread wide to accommodate me.

“I take it you’ve done this before.” I asked as I slid the first inch of my shaft inside her with no protest.

“Oh yeah!” she nearly screamed. “Just like that baby. All the way to the balls”

I was in marvel as she pushed her hips back and I pushed mine forward in unison and the entire length of my cock was suddenly buried in her rump. I’d never seen a woman take it that way so easily before. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t take advantage of it. Taking her ass in my hand I gripped it tightly and bounced her off my hips as my cock impaled her ass repeatedly, making her moans louder with each thrust.

“If you’re not careful you’re going to give us away.” I whispered.

“Shut the fuck up and fuck my ass dammit, god I’m so close to . . . uuuuuuuunnnnnnnn.” The next thing I knew she was shaking the entire bookcase in front of us as her legs, hips, and chest heaved, shook, and trembled with her orgasm. This in turn increased my pleasure so much that I could feel the pressure in my balls nearing the point of my own climax.

I grunted in anticipation and that set her off for some reason. “Don’t you fucking dare! Don’t you cum in my ass until I tell you you can! Not until I’m finished!”

Holding on for dear life I let her take over as she ground her hips hard against me, sweat and cum rolling off of her pussy and ass, soaking my clothes in the process. It was becoming harder and harder for me to keep from cumming and I told her so, honestly.

“I’m going to tell you this once. You cum in my ass without my permission and that’s the last piece of it you’ll ever get!”

Well, that did it for me. There was no way I was missing out on a second shot at this. Closing my eyes I did my best to contract my muscles and somehow managed to hold back for what seemed like hours while she pounded away at my cock. Then suddenly I felt her pulling away from me, breathing heavily as she pulled her hair away from her sweaty face and pulled her skirt down over her bare crotch.

“Not bad gorgeous” She said with a serious smile. “Tell you what. Why don’t you bring that around tonight around 11 o’clock and we’ll see about letting you finish where you left off.” Having said that she leaned down and gave me a fresh peck on the cheek and sauntered down the aisles, leaving me confused, dazed, and completely naked among the pottery and crafts books.

Pulling my pants up I gingerly made my way down the various flights of stairs until I arrived at my pile of books and my backpack. With no sign of the red-haired girl around I took my backpack and made my way to my first class of the day. I’d found out just about all I was going to find out about that grouping of circles. I still didn’t understand what it meant, but at least now I wasn’t totally in the dark.

I paid very little attention to the lectures in my classes during the day as I kept concentrating on what the books had talked about. Often times I felt myself drawing a doodle of the circular tetragram from my nightmares.

The rest of the afternoon and evening were relatively uneventful, especially compared to the vast difference in my sex-life over the past two days. No sex what-so-ever for over twenty years of trying and suddenly, bam, out of nowhere, two hot chicks back-to-back. It was bizarre, when I sat down and thought about it for a while. I knew that I wasn’t homosexually oriented, and yet I’d never once struck up a serious relationship with a girl. Not once. Never even tried. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I found girls attractive, but I just never even considered attempting relationships with one of them. Not one.

And for me, that rang just a little too close to home with what the book had talked about. Was that why I was seeing this symbol over and over? Had I seen it somewhere and was my subconscious mind trying to tell me something about my love life, or lack thereof?

Interesting questions indeed, but a thought for some other time. It was almost ten minutes till 11 and time that I made my appearance at the apartment across the complex. Tossing on my leather jacket just in case she felt like going out somewhere, I walked down the stairs and across the parking lot to the building that faced my own. Immediately I remembered that it was Halloween night as half a dozen kids in Power Ranger costumes and Jar Jar Binks masks ran by me, laughing and playing as they went. Kind of sad I guess that not many kids dressed like the ghosts and ghouls of my own childhood, but that’s the way of things I guess. Looking up I saw the light on in the apartment that I was headed too, and I took that as at least a comforting sign. Trotting up the stairs, I made my way up the three flights and lightly tapped on the door at the top, exactly where my apartment was in my building.

I heard someone yelling, “Coming!” through the door and smiled a little as I heard someone trotting through the apartment. The red-haired girl smiled warmly as she opened the door and found me waiting and quickly ushered me inside so that I could sit at her couch in the living room. Soon after she brought in a pair of champagne glasses filled with a white wine and she sat down next to me, sitting sideways on her legs.

Clanking our glasses together we each took a sip of the wine before setting them down on the table in front of us. “You know, I must admit that I’m surprised that you invited me over here tonight.” I told her in all honesty.

“Oh, and why’s that?” She said through that Cheshire cat grin of hers.

“Well, I saw you and your roommate last night by accident through the window.”

Stopping she looked at me in a bad imitation of shock. “You did! And what did you do when you saw us.”

“Well, I took a cold shower, to be honest.”

Chuckling seductively, she placed her hand on my far cheek, turning my face as she placed her lips against my own. “Well you know, you should have given us a call, instead of forcing us to send Julia over to you.” Then in a flood of thought and emotion, I pondered her words as she kissed me, and I found myself once again in the land of dreams. When my consciousness returned to me I found myself floating in some dark liquid, with tiny voices whispering all around me.

Soon I found the liquid receding and the tiny whispers quickly became louder until I could distinctly hear the voices of three women, two of which were Julia and the red-headed girl.

“Ah, I see you have awakened.” Came a third unrecognized voice. Only that wasn’t true. I recognized it quite plainly. It was Alicia, the dark-haired girl from the night before, and the third and final “corner” of the sisters. “Dear, dear Brother”. How I’ve looked so longingly towards this night.”

“As have I dear Sister” I found myself answering. “ This year has been MOST hard on my hormones.”

“So we’ve heard. So we’ve heard.” She spoke in her far Eastern dialect; an accent she’d picked up several centuries in the past. “Julia here tells us that you’ve had a few women preying upon your nice-guy image. Perhaps we should do something to tarnish that image.” She continued on as she wandered around me in a circle and flashed me a wicked smile. I knew that they would have me restrained down upon the same circular table that I’d always been strapped to, my arms free to move from the elbow up, but otherwise completely incapable of movement. Above me, on the ceiling I saw the ashen image of the tetragram of our family’s heritage. I felt a stray breast graze my chin and I tried to catch it in my mouth, to no avail. Next a row of delicate fingers raked down the inside of one of my thighs, causing me to growl slightly. This was followed by a pair of lips on my chest, applying direct moist pressure to one of my nipples. Then I felt the table giving slightly beneath me and looked up to find Alicia hovering above me, completely naked except for the arcane symbols tattooed into her skin. Julia and Olivia too joined us on the table, both straddling my arms as they situated themselves in the arrangement of the tetragram.

“Tonight we renew our vows before one another, bonding us not only in the eyes of each other, but in the union of our very souls. Let this man whom we have chosen as our Center be truthful always to our love, as we are truthful to his, and to our Sisters.” Slowly I felt Alicia’s lips spread as she lowered her hips onto my waiting cock. Julia and Olivia too lowered themselves, as they each took one of the hands of their fellow sisters into their own hands, forming a triangle amongst them. My hands instinctively wandered up, my thumbs nestling in between their lips, just below the nub of their clits, and I gently pressed my middle finger against their backdoors..

All three girls moaned in unison and I groaned as I felt Alicia sliding further down my cock. “Let this Night of Souls magnify our energies as we commit ourselves to the utter devotion of our circle.” Slowly I started rotating my thumbs in circles as I pumped my fingers further and further into the girls’ rears, finding far less resistance with Olivia, which I expected. Alicia was now bobbing up and down on my cock, her silky flesh squeezing my shaft tightly with each pull away, forcing me to growl with the pent up tension that Olivia had placed within me at the library.

“Now, let our Gathering once again bear the fruit of our work. Let us . . .” Alicia’s voice faded away as I felt my senses suddenly magnified beyond all human belief. The slightest breeze was like a roar in my ears. The tiniest flicker of candlelight was like staring into the fiery core of the Sun. And the tiniest pleasure of touch. Multiplied beyond all imagination. I tried to scream, but the ability escaped me as I felt every flesh-upon-flesh sensation coursing through every nerve in my body.

Alicia ground her hips against repeatedly over my cock as I relished in the pleasures of her pussy. The other two girls were also grinding their hips as they allowed the rhythm of the energies to take over their bodies. The smooth texture of their skin felt wonderful beneath my thumbs and my middle fingers were now submerged up to the second knuckle. My heart raced in tempo with the rhythm that pulsed through their bodies. All else was lost to the passionate lust of our circle.

Throwing my head back, I noticed that the clock on the wall read 11:59 and I knew what was about to happen. I could feel it building like a storm just out of sight. You can feel the electricity in the air, the uplift of the wind, the moisture in the air, just before the clap of thunder rolls over you like an unseen wave.

That was what I felt, just before the clock struck midnight, Halloween. Suddenly all three girls began to convulse and I knew that the clock had struck. A tiny gate was thrown back and I felt a deep surging in the base of my groin. A gigantic release of pressure accompanied the flow as Alicia threw her head back and roared out her own release as my cum filled her pussy, igniting her own senses like molten lava.

That was the last thing that I remember before suddenly waking up to find all three of my “sisters” standing above me. I knew what was next to come and yet I fought it instinctively, as I always have. All three kissed me tenderly on the lips, as they joined the chanting that has filled the temporary apartment of our little ritual. Once again I shall be thrown back into my average life, on the outside unaware of the vows that bind me to them, and yet on the inside totally committed to them. As their chanting grows in volume the room begins to glow a faint yellow-orange, drowning out the shape of their faces.

Now their bodies dance around me in a circle, the tempo increasing in their voices as they speed me along my destination. Now the light has grown in intensity. A sharp, white light burning into the core of my brain, scalding all trace of their existence . . . their very presence, as if to say “It never happened. We were never here.” As if I could just forget the past few days and not wonder why. And yet even now I can feel my memory fading. The thoughts stripped from my brain, like weeds in a gardener’s dirt crusted hand. Then the white light takes a shape . . . a shape that I now understand, but doubt I will until the next Halloween. When it will all start again. Now the bright, white shape increases in intensity, the only thing my confused mind can concentrate as it burns itself into my mind in place of all the memories.

All I see is a grouping of circles. One large circle forms the perimeter of the shape. Four circles are then contained within the major circle. Somehow I know that all four inner circles are the exact same size. One of the circles is directly in the center of the outer circle. The remaining three circles form a triangular pattern, their centers lying upon the circumference of the center circle and their own circumferences coincident with the outer circle. This is the shape that haunts me in these days before Halloween. This is the shape that seers its brand into my mind like a cattleman’s stake of claim, as if to label me as someone’s property. If my mind would only let me focus on that thought long enough to realize its heavy truth.

But alas, I cannot.

The Gathering is upon me, once again.

My body reacts in violent protest to images that fade from my memory like cold breathe on a winter’s night. Bracing myself up on sweat-soaked arms, my heart pounds madly in my chest and my lungs pump furiously as if to fight off suffocation. Perhaps that is not such an unusual physical response. Staring around the room I feel trapped somehow; pinned inside the plane white walls and ceiling and floor. On the recesses of my memory I catch a fleeting image. A single brief shape.

A grouping of circles.

She Insists

2007-10-24T20:27:00.000-04:00

The drive through town as hell on my senses, imagining her waiting on me. My mind was filled with images of her stretched out on the bed, touching herself in anticipation of my arrival.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I leaned to the side, sliding it out and flipping it open.

[I’m wet and hot … mmmmm … and I taste good too … better hurry … I might start without you]

I slapped the phone shut and dropped it into the cup holder.

She’d been teasing me like that all morning long. She knows what talk like that does to me.

I slammed on the brakes as the light in front of me turned red. Rubbing my temple between my fingers I readjusted myself through my crotch. My phone jumped again in the cupholder. I slapped it open, madly excited.

[Do you want me?]

I glanced at the red light glaring down at me. Mocking me.

[Yesssssssss] I typed back quickly and hit “send” as the light changed again.

I raced forward, trying to beat the next light ahead of me, knowing from experience just how quickly it changes back to agonizing, iridescent red. The phone vibrated again in my hand and I jerked the car to a halt as the traffic lights worked their gremlin magic on me yet again. I imagined tiny gremlins sitting inside the traffic light pods chuckling like hyenas as they flipped the switch from red to green and back again to red before I’d even put the car in motion.

I was quite literally fuming as the phone opened in my hand and I actually grunted as I read her taunting message.

[Is your cock hard and throbbing?]

As if I need to check, I rubbed it through my slacks and felt it swell in my hand. I needed no more reassurance than she did. She knew just how turned on I was. This was but another stage of foreplay.

[Very] I typed back quickly.

She was having far too much fun toying with me. And it was driving me crazy.

The phone shuddered in my hand, as though it could sense the arousal pulsing back and forth between us through every subsequent text message. [Yummy]

I flipped the phone shut in my hand and slammed the gas down as the light changed again.

Remarkably she was silent as I sped the remaining few miles, jerking the car into park as I pulled up to the hotel. I noticed her car parked a few spaces down and I smiled.

I pulled the room key off of the dash and slid out of the car. The very knowledge that she had planned enough in advance to stash an extra room key in my car was enough to make me leap onto the sidewalk as I approached the room number she’d texted me an hour ago.

She knew I had meetings all morning. She was using every possible means at her disposal to excite me.

I slid the key card into the slot and thrust the door open. The room was dimly lit, on purpose. The curtains pulled shut, I could barely see a sliver of sunlight streaming in through the far end of the room. Near the bed.

I shut the door and heard movement deeper inside the room.

“Come here.” I heard her whisper to me. I slid the key back into my pocket and stepped down the small hallway and into the bedroom. Small patches of sun touched on her silhouette. Tiny glints along her crossed legs suggested stockings or pantyhose.

I hummed deep in my throat. One of my weaknesses.

I crossed the room until I was standing in front of the wide-armed chair she was sitting in, my hands casually inside my pockets. This was her show.

All at once I felt like the mouse caught in the cat’s paws, waiting to be eaten. Waiting to be toyed with.

“Did you dress as I instructed?” She hissed.

“Of course.” I answered with an obvious smile on my lips.

“Good boy.” She whispered softly and I felt a tug down below. She knows all of my buttons.

“Down on your knees.” She commanded, again softly. I could feel her eyes boring into me regardless of the veil of shadows masking her face.

I smiled to myself, unsure whether she would see it or not. My knees touched the carpet and I spaced them a few feet apart. I wasn’t sure where she wanted to go with this but I loved every minute of it so far.

I unconsciously rubbed my hands up the back of her calves, confirming the pantyhose I’d surmised earlier. Up to the bottom of her knees and back down to her ankles, my palms stroked her lovingly. I continued like this for several moments in silence, hearing faint murmurs and hums that encouraged me onward.

On one upstroke I curled my hands over her knee and stroked them up the outside of her thigh, brushing against tight fabric mid-way up. I brought my hands back down and over her calves, stopping suddenly as she spoke up.

“Who told you to stop?”

My tongue was dry in my mouth. I eagerly ran my hands back up and over her knee and up the outside of her thighs. When my hands met fabric I stopped. Waiting.

“Do you need an open invitation?” She hissed. She must have been sneering, her words were like acid. I needed no further invitation.

Running my hands up under the tight fabric of the skirt I pushed it up along her legs, allowing it to bunch behind my wrists. She hummed and I felt her legs shift against my hands, spreading a little wider as I pushed the skirt farther back. Allowing myself a moment’s satisfaction I swept my hands up over her hips and cupped her tight cheeks.

I felt her hips push forward against my hands as she leaned back into the chair. I was so excited from the darkness of the room, forcing my senses to absorb every trace of her in the air.

Then I caught the true scent of her. It seemed to crystallize in the air and on my tongue, stirring my hackles to attention. I shifted on my knees and leaned forward, running my hands up the inside of her thighs as they spread even more, inviting me within.

By now her hot, liquid excitement was everywhere, making my mouth literally water. I wanted her, badly, and she knew it.

I hummed as I leaned forward and breathed in her scent. I stroked my hands back down and braced myself as I leaned into her comfort zone. By practice I extended my tongue and ran it along the length of her slit, bringing her into my realm in that one smooth, calculated touch.

Her chuckled appreciation was all I needed, followed by a sharp sucked in breath. “Yeah, just like that.” She moaned as my tongue separated her folds and spearheaded its way inside of her. I love the taste of her, almost as much as I like the smell. Every single time is like making love to her for the first time. Like tasting her for the first time.

I slid my hands beneath her thighs and curled my fingers around her tight-muscled legs, pulling her hips into my loving kiss as I pursed my lips around her clit and suckled her tiny jewel earnestly. Her hips jolted out of the chair and I hummed against her warm, slick skin. Her head fell back against the chair and her legs curled over my shoulders as I could feel every ounce of her strength urging her lips farther onto my piercing tongue. I slid my mouth lower and punctured her veil a few times with my tongue, stroking it upward like a tiny scoop, gathering her sweet nectar with every dutiful swipe.

I felt her pantyhose brush against my shoulder and it was so divine. Her bare pantyhose-clad feet pressed against my back and I felt her hips lift up, grinding against my face as though my tongue where a miniature cock and she was hard-pressed to ride it to glory. My fingers dug into her thighs as I slid my tongue up and out of her slippery cavern and fluttered the tip across her swollen clit, feeling and hearing and smelling the explosion that seemed to burst out of her like a geyser bubbling free.

I held on for dear life as her body beat against me, crashing her silken lips against me as though she might crush me into a million pieces by the sheer force alone. And I loved … no, I craved every blessed minute of it.

I hummed lovingly as she curled her fingers into my hair and forced me back from her sanctum. I smiled, licking her sweet honey from my lips as I leaned the side of my face against her bare thigh. Her legs draped over my thighs in a casual afterglow that made me yearn to kiss her again, feeling her essence explode across my tongue and lips.

Taking my hand in hers she lead me by the overwhelming darkness of the room to sit down upon the bed. With a sudden click of the lampshade we were bathed in luminescence and I chuckled joyously at her appearance. She had gone all out. Black crotchless pantyhose, one of my favorite accessories of all time. A tight, cotton skirt of black that contrasted so beautifully with her skin and the hose. And a crimson silk shirt that buttoned straight up the center, opened to a V that dipped into her lovely bosom. Her hair was slicked and pulled back into a ponytail, just like I like it, and she had fitted a thin black-framed pair of glasses upon her nose.

She looked all business standing before me.

Her hands combed the front of my blazer as she helped me shirk it off of my shoulders, folding it and laying it across the chair she had so recently vacated. Next her fingers tightened around the solid black necktie, loosening it so that she could unbutton the tight-fitting collar around my neck. “You know.” She hummed to me. “I think I like it relaxed and open even on an outfit such as this.”

We exchanged smiles as she pushed against my chest and forced me to lie back on the bed. Her fingers worked the belt free of its buckle and next unzipped my fly, running inside and stroking me all-too-real erection through my cotton boxer briefs. I hummed and closed my eyes as she stroked it through the material, sighing and sucking in several breaths as she touched me in ways that made me yearn for her with delirium. Her hands lifted my legs and stretched me out across the bed, pushing my pants down to my knees in the process. I could feel her breath against my skin as she turned the lamp off once more, bathing us both entirely in darkness. The bed shifted suddenly and I felt her thighs framing my shoulders. I smiled as she climbed onto my upper torso for a second helping, one I was all too willing to bestow.

I felt along her thighs and gripped her buttocks blindly in the dark and pulled her hips onto my waiting tongue as she took my head into her mouth, moaning around my helmeted tip as her lips spread around my flailing tongue. I groaning into her flesh as her scent overpowered my nose, buried inside her lips as my mouth feasted on her clit. Her hips blazed into a furious ride almost immediately and I held her firmly on top of my chin and mouth and nose as she gorged herself upon my cock.

I wanted to explode into a thousand different rays of light as her mouth stroked my entire length. I rotated my neck slightly and attacked her hooded gem from a more sideways direction and she moaned in a mixture of surprise and gratitude, swirling her hungry tongue around my tip as she came into my waiting mouth.

The combination of scent and taste and feeling her silky warm lips upon my flesh was more than I could stand. I tried to tip my head back far enough to mumble that I was cumming, but it was too late. The tremor began deep in the base of my spine and exploded upward, through the top of my skull.

I heard her moan as my salty seed coated her tongue and it coaxed a shudder from within my soul as she greedily licked the remnants clean. We lay there together, lovingly kissing and pecking one another’s thighs until finally she climbed off of me and turned around to stretch out over my torso.

She kissed my cheek and I hugged her close, returning the kiss to her forehead as she intertwined her legs with mine.

“Thank you.” She smiled as she nuzzled into my neck.

“My pleasure. After all, you insisted.”

Cult of Ecstasy

2007-10-23T19:31:00.000-04:00

Quietly Elise crept across the pitch-blackness of the house, carefully choosing her footfalls so as not to alert the couple in the other room. Her soft boots molded against every crevice and crease in the wooden floor of the little cottage that she was in. Suddenly a section of the house creaked and groaned as it settled. Standing still immediately, Elise’s breath caught in her throat, her ears perked to hear the slightest hint of disturbance. But silence instead filled the moments that followed. Staring around the room Elise took a chance and headed for the door, pulling her cloak around her shoulders. Pulling the door open she closed her eyes against the onslaught of the wind, bracing her body against the chill that filled the air.

Once she’d shut the door, Elise tightened the belt that held the cloak shut and wandered off into the woods. During the walk into the woods, Elise began to ponder the sensibility of her actions. There were plenty of dangers in the lands surrounding her tiny little village and she’d heard all the horror stories in great detail from her father, far too many times to ignore them. Tales of men who were found after wandering into the woods at night, their legs and arms ripped completely from their bodies. Tales of women who found themselves summoned into the woods by a voice inside their head, only to find a creature of the night waiting to take their souls beneath the overhanging shrubbery.

Just then the night was punctured by the sheer howl of a wolf pack, closing in upon their prey.

Elise pulled her cloak even tighter, convincing herself that it is only to shelter herself from the cold. After all, only silly little girls believed that they could pull the covers over their heads and hide from the boogey man.

Then she saw the first lighthouse. Waving at Allison, who was standing point in the tree house, Elise saw the signal light flash twice. Looking around her, Elise casually walked into the woods, pressing the secret lever and racing up the spiraling staircase inside the old hollowed-out tree that held the lighthouse. When Elise arrived at the top she noticed that she was the last of the six to arrive. Anxiously the other five helped her uncloak so that they could begin as soon as possible.

All six women sat down on the gritty wooden floor of the makeshift tree house. Nervously they each smiled at one another and tried to pretend that they weren’t tied up in knots over what they were about to attempt. Well, all of them save one. Olivia, the youngest of their little group, who’d just turned twenty years old the past month, seemed to be full of confidence and radiated control of the situation. It was amusing that the one who should be the most nervous about tonight’s possibilities was the least.

“It is time.” Whispered Olivia in her deep, sultry accent. None of them truly knew where Olivia was from . . . but they’d accepted her into their little circle of friendship quite easily and rapidly. Perhaps they’d all known that she would make their lives more interesting.

Slowly Olivia took a small crystal cup from the satchel that she’d brought with her and she mumbled a few words, her eyes closed as the held the cup above her head. Then she lowered it between her legs, took a sewing needle from her satchel and pricked the tip of her finger, allowing it to drip once into the cup before she sucked the crimson fingertip into her mouth. Passing it and the needle to her right she put her hands in her lap and waited for the cup to wander round the circle.

Allison was the next to prick her finger, dripping a single drop into the bottom of the translucent cup. Then, after passing it along, she too placed her hands in her lap and waited patiently.

Tanya sat between Elise and Allison and she pricked her finger so quickly and passed the cup to the last arrival, you’d have thought she was passing a hot potato.

Then the cup was in front of Elise. As she held it in front of her she saw reflections of the small fire that blazed in the center of the circle, the only shelter from the cold winds and the night. The bright orange and yellows seemed to swim around the surface of the glass, and Elise felt herself slowly being hypnotized by it for a few seconds. Until a cough from across the fire brought her back to reality.

Smiling nervously she took the needle and pricked her finger, passing the cup along to Elizabeth and flashing the rest of the group a guilty smile. Allison smiled back at her, comforting her, but Olivia seemed frustrated by her hesitation. Then Olivia was once again holding the cup in front of her and Elise realized that Sarah must have already contributed her blood to the thick mixture.

Taking the hands of the women to their left and right all six of them gathered their energies, chanting together with Olivia as she blessed their offering. Then, as her chanting became louder and more alive, Olivia stood up, screaming into the trees as she held the cup above her head. The rest of the women continued to chant, but Elise found herself wondering yet again if this all hadn’t been such a great idea after all. Then Olivia over turned the cup and threw it down into the flames, sending violent hisses into the air as their blood sizzled and burned inside the flames.

The five women still on the ground sat there in the silence that followed the chanting, listening to the noises in the trees. Anticipating something to happen. Anything.

But there was nothing. Shrinking down to the ground Olivia slumped into her spot and reached behind her to drag out a bottle of something, from her satchel. “Now we must drink of him.” She explained, tilting the bottle back as she guzzled a few gulps of the mystery liquid down her throat, wiping her lip with the back of her hand as she passed it around the circle.

Again each of the women took their respective swigs of the sugary drought. Personally, Elise thought to herself that it tasted like sweet cherries, coated in a glaze of sugar, so strong and sweet that it made her lips pucker when she was finished.

Again and again they passed the bottle around until the bottle was empty.

Then things turned bizarre. Turning toward Allison, Olivia leaned closer to her, and took Allison’s face in her hands and kissed her directly on the lips. Elise and the other three stared, mouths agape, in complete astonishment at Olivia’s directness. Allison too seemed to pull away at first, but soon she had her arm wrapped around Olivia’s and was kissing Olivia back with more attention than any of the women had ever seen her give any of the men in town. Then Olivia climbed on top of Allison and their mouths seemed to devour one another, their naked bodies rubbing against each other in the warmth of the fire.

Elise was suddenly snapped from her preoccupation as she felt something brush up against her leg. Turning she saw Tanya lying on her stomach between her legs, her head suspended over the soft patch of downy between her legs. Looking up at Elise she trailed her tongue across the top of her slit, teasing her nerves slightly and Elise moaned a little in response. Looking down she saw the younger woman smiling up at her and she couldn’t help but smile back at her. Elise reached down and took a handful of her thick, black hair and gently pulled her toward the slow ache building in her core. Tanya’s tongue delved in between the virgin lips immediately, flicking and lapping at her interior walls with a soft firmness that defied imagination.

Moaning once more Elise leaned her head back and found she was staring directly into Elizabeth’s beautiful hazel eyes. She was on her knees, hovering above Elise, as Sarah knelt down behind her and paid homage to her slick petals. Leaning down towards Elise, Elizabeth wrapped her lips around her own and their tongues swam around each other, inside their mouths. Tanya’s tongue chose that time to find the little nub of flesh above Elise’s slit, swirling around it relentlessly as she felt her body begin to shudder uncontrollably.

Elizabeth held the woman’s torso tightly, in a lover’s embrace, as she continued to kiss her mouth, her tongue invading the petite woman’s mouth. Soon Elizabeth’s body too was shuddering and the two women held on to each other, moaning and whining as a deep warmth took reign over their bodies.

But Sarah and Tanya defied their pleas to relent. They continued to lick and suck at the centers of the pair’s sexuality and soon Beth and Elise both found themselves cascading over another climax together. Then Beth helped Elise to lie down on her back and she crawled forward a bit, Sarah crawling after her as if her tongue was tethered to Beth’s backside. Beth’s tongue went to work on Elise’s slick kernel immediately, freeing Tanya up to return her attentions to Elise’s inner sanctum. Hovering above her, Elise saw Sarah’s tongue striking in and out of Beth’s folds, like a snake continually attacking its prey.

Wrapping her arms around Beth’s sumptuous rump she pulled her friend’s slippery mound down onto her waiting tongue and lips, lapping up her juices and the sound of her moans. Seeing that Elise had Beth well taken care of in that area, Sarah leaned back slightly and began her tongue attacks on the rim of Elizabeth’s puckered anal ring.

This caused a fresh stream of honey-sweet nectar to coat Elise’s chin and lips, which only served to incite her that much more.

Then suddenly all their focus was cut short by a loud, booming voice. “Ah yes, our final group of arrivals.”

Looking up they suddenly realized that they were no longer in the shelter of the woods but instead encompassed by a towering dome of marble and ivory. Glancing around the room they realized that they were no longer on the hard wooden floor of the tree house but instead they rested on large, plush pillows. And they were not the only ones. Looking around Elise saw three or four more groups of girls, all naked as they were. Some appeared as shocked by their surroundings as they did, while others appeared completely at ease with the situation. Still others continued kissing and touching one another throughout the sound of the booming voice.

“You have summoned me in your moment of desire and passion. I have brought all of you here to celebrate the heartbeat of life. To celebrate that which makes you human!”

Turning, the six women realized that they were lying at the bottom of a pit, stairs ascending to the top on every slope. At the top of one of the sides they saw a man in a dark cloak, looming above in his absolute radiance and beauty. Elise was lost in his speech; mesmerized by his voice, as he explained to them how they had come to him and what they were required to do. Then suddenly she felt another brush against her skin and she realized that this time Allison was hovering over her, her supple breasts swaying freely from her chest. Looking around her, she saw that the rest of the women were once again engaging in sexual intimacy with each other.

Looking back up at Allison, Elise locked eyes with her, smiles enveloping their faces as Allison leaned down to kiss her. The stronger woman’s hips climbed over Elise’s and soon she was straddling her, her heavy breasts pressing flatly and firmly against the smaller pair. Her hips also ground against the smaller woman’s as she kissed her best friend and the press of warm, slick skin against one another was too much, spiraling Elise into the depths of ecstasy.

Then a loud gong sounded and the women realized that there were about a dozen men standing equally spaced around the top of the pit. All of them seemed to stare up at the men as they casually stroked, petted, and embraced each other. All twelve men then untied the robes that covered their bodies and dropped them to reveal their own nakedness.

Personally Elise was shocked and felt a bit nervous. She’d never been with a man before, as had the other five members of her circle. But she was also intrigued. She found herself staring at their cocks, protruding stiff as iron begs from their muscular hips. Then a few of the more at ease girls walked up the stairs, dropping to their knees in front of one of the men. Elise’s eyes went wide as they each began to kiss and suck the head of the man whom they knelt before. Then, soon, each of the women was drawing the entire length of the men into their mouths, their heads thrusting back and forth. The men seemed engrossed in their pleasure, their heads thrown back and their hands tangled in each respective woman’s hair.

Then the men pointed out into the remaining girls and beckoned for each of them to climb the stairs as well. Elise was chosen by a tall, thick blond-haired man and felt her knees shake uncontrollably as she maneuvered her way up the tall steps. When she was at the top the man instructed her to kneel before him. Taking Elise’s hair in his hands he pushed her face close to his swollen tip until her warm breath was brushing his thick shaft. Removing her lips and repositioning herself to nibble the opposite side of his shaft the woman kneeling next to her smiled a warm smile, moaning as she felt him growing beneath her lips.

Leaning forward Elise kissed his slick flesh lightly, running her tongue up and down his shaft. Admittedly, she was nervous at first but soon she was comfortably sucking at his jewel sac as her partner went back to work devouring him. Elise felt the other woman’s fingers reaching down between her legs and she sucked harder as the woman played with her love button. Elise too reached between her partner’s legs and both women stroked each other emphatically as they sucked and licked every inch of that wondrous man’s erection.

Suddenly Elise sensed a change in him. His body went tense. His moans and groans were louder. The other woman sensed it too because she moved to sit in front of him, suckling and licking at his head. Wrapping her arm around Elise’s neck the girl pulled her head in next to hers and aided her in sucking and licking the purple, strained head of his cock. Then suddenly the man howled with a primal roar and Elise’s mouth was overwhelmed with thick streams of something white and salty, spilling free from his engorged tip. At first she was shocked, but the woman next to her held her there tightly, forcing her to let him paint her lips and mouth with his seed.

Then the two women broke free of him and the other girl was kissing and sucking Elise’s lips, savoring the taste of what he had given. Elise swallowed finally and winced a little at the taste, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment. So she sat there and let her new friend lick her mouth clean, kissing her back every now and then as she felt her passion and yearning rekindle.

Then all was silent. Turning Elise saw the man in the dark cloak walk down to the center of the pit. And as he walked down the stairs a section of the pit floor began to rise.

When he’d reached the bottom there was a square section of the floor protruding up out of the rest, and there were shackles attached at all four corners. Turning around in the circle slowly the man in black surveyed all of the women before he finally returned to where Elise was and pointed at her. Nervously the other woman climbed off of her and backed away a bit. Elise sat up on her side as he beckoned for her to come to him and she suddenly found herself anxious to join him at the bottom.

Slowly Elise walked down the steps, all eyes upon her as she made her way.

When she’d reached the bottom he pointed for her to lie on the slab and she did so willingly. Then he proceeded to shackle her wrists and ankles, before moving to stand beside her, untying his cloak. When the cloak fell Elise gasped at the sight of him. It wasn’t the size that amazed her, necessarily, but how tightly the skin seemed to be stretched over his shaft and head. His cock had a pleasant shiny appearance to it and Elise hoped that he planned to do something delightful with it.

Slowly he walked around her, looking up at the men and women alike who focused all their attention on the pair. Then, finally he stopped between her legs and turned, walking slowly toward her.

Elise moaned instantly when she felt his head press between her lips. It was something so hard, and yet still soft. Radiating warmth to the spot that craved it the most. Then he finally plunged its length inside her and Elise howled wildly at the sensation. His entire length slid inside of her easily, making the small girl thank Olivia for teaching all the women of their circle how to break their own virginity. Then he was pounding into her, slamming her naked buttocks against the cold marble of the altar that she was strapped to.

Gazing around she saw the woman at the top of the stairs once again knelt between their men, this time working at a much more hurried pace than before. The sight renewed her excitement that much more and she felt her internal walls contracting tightly about his invading member.

Then she heard the man atop her moaning loudly and Elise hoped beyond all hope that she knew what was about to happen.

Leaning back, his back arched into her groin, the man in black screamed into the room, his shout echoing around the room. Suddenly Elise felt a blast of liquid heat inside her, causing her to moan again at the wondrous sensation, her body going limp finally from all the attention to it.

Looking around, she saw all of the women running down into the bottom of the pit. The man in black unsheathed himself from her and began walking back up the steps as she felt the altar sliding back down to the floor. The other men at the top of the stairs were stroking their own cocks into the air, howling madly as they let another volley of semen fly into the air, splattering it randomly on all of those in the pit.

Then Elise felt herself being unclasped and suddenly they were all back in the darkness of the woods. Sitting up she found Allison and Tanya hovering over her, their naked bodies brushing against her own as they pawed at each other wildly, licking the left over semen from each other’s shiny bodies. Sarah and Elizabeth were off in their own little world as well, kissing each other warmly and whispering quietly back and forth.

And then there was Olivia. Crawling towards Elise from around the circle she slowly approached the gap between her legs, her thighs instinctively opening wider to accommodate her.

“I can’t believe it.” She whispered lightly, brushing the folds of Elise’s lips with the tips of her fingers. Tiny droplets of his seed oozed out of her and dribbled down between her legs and over the crack of her ass.

“Do you mind?” Olivia asked, her lips hovering inches from Elise’s sore cavern.

“Please” she giggled in response, lying back down on the hard wooden floor as Olivia’s tongue slithered inside her, lapping up the salty deposit that was squishing around inside. Her tongue felt wondrous against the raw soreness inside and she pulled Elise’s legs upward to hang over her shoulders. Then using the balls of her feet, Elise pushed against Olivia’s back, serving the dual purpose of pulling her further into her tight walls and lifting her hips up off the ground. Pushing Elise’s legs forward, Olivia kept the leverage on her hips so that Elise was entirely open and exposed to her young, experienced tongue.

Rubbing her hands up and down the underside of Elise’s thighs she buried her tongue deep within her canal and relentlessly attacked her insides with her tongue until she had satisfied herself. Then, giving Elise one last, long French kiss against her clit, Olivia lowered her down to the floor.

Sitting back up she licked her lips and proceeded to redress.

Resting her head against the floor Elise dipped her fingers inside herself and they came out covered in semen, saliva, and sweat. Pulling them to her face she sniffed them deeply and somehow recognized the sweet smell of sex. Dipping the fingers into her mouth she moaned as she sucked them clean.

Then Elise got dressed and plodded down the wooden trail, anxious to return to her bed only to return to this night in her dreams and fantasies.

Intermission

2007-10-22T20:04:00.000-04:00

I readjust my tie as the meeting seems destined to drag on and on and on forever. Its Friday night for Christ's sake and these jokers are arguing over the same issue we've been discussing for the past two hours.

It frustrates me to no end.

I can't stop thinking about you as I'm sitting there, prisoner, in the polished black oak conference room. Waiting on these old, gray-haired Ebeneezer's to finish wrapping things up so that I can begin our weekend.

I lean back in my chair and massage my temple, with my eyes closed, under the pretense of easing a headache. But what I'm really doing is envisioning you. Tonight we've planned a fairly exciting little jaunt. My parents are watching the boys.

And I can only imagine how you look in the outfit I suggested you wear. Well, perhaps it was more than a suggestion. I remember the look on your face when I laid out the sleek little black dress. The thigh-high stockings. Black platform heels.

I can picture you in my mind, pacing around the bedroom in your sexy attire. I wonder also if you've followed the rest of my "strong suggestions".

It must be driving you crazy by now. Waiting for me to arrive home. Wondering when I'm going to come sliding into the driveway.

I wonder privately to myself if you stolen a few moments for yourself in the quiet solitude of the house. How many times have you climaxed in anticipation?

I'm roused from my private musings as someone nudges me on the shoulder. Half of the room has emptied already and I realize I've been distracted for the last twenty minutes. My boss looks down at me with a smile and pats my shoulder again. "It's been a long day. And its Friday. Go on home. Enjoy your weekend for once."

I smile back as I snap my briefcase shut and make my way back to my cubicle. I've already shut off my computer because I anticipated the overrunning meeting. I gather a few small effects, including my cellphone which has been lying on the desk. I flip it open and smile as several messages from you slide across my screen.

[Smooth as a baby's bottom]

I chuckle. Good girl. You followed my suggestion very well. I look at the time stamp on the text message. Over an hour ago.

Several more follow.

[I wish you were here right now, watching me.]

[Filling me.]

I feel my groin lurch as the next message comes into view.

[FUCKING me.]

I shake my head and chuckle. That's not playing fair, and you know it.

I quickly made my way out the door and tossed my briefcase into the backseat and jumped into the driver's seat. The ignition roars to life and I readjust myself in the seat, loosening the tie around my neck as I snap the seat belt into place and pop the clutch into first drive.

My sleek little ice-blue Probe jumps out of the parking lot and darts onto the road, hugging the turns. I'm not even sure how long it takes me to make the twenty minute drive home. Is it possible to bridge the boundaries of the space-time continuum if you try really, really hard?

The garage door shuts behind me and I leave the briefcase where its at. We're already behind schedule and I'm not really in the mood for wasting much time. I step through the doorway and into the dining room and you're nowhere in sight.

I look upstairs and smile, imagining you stretched out on the bed just waiting for me.

I loosen my tie and sling it from my collar, stuffing it into my pocket as I begin my trek up the stairs. I think for a moment that I can hear the soft sound of your moans coming from the bedroom, but I can't be entirely sure.

I traipse up the noisy wooden steps, loosening my collar and my sleeves one by one as I go. I'm so horny right now, I'm straining the front of my solid black slacks to a full tent. I like to refer to it as "having a chubbie". And the chubbiness is quite profound.

I gently push the doorway open to a dimly lit room and step inside. The bed is made and you're nowhere to be found. The sounds I heard on the stairs was a pornographic DVD from my collection. One of my favorites. The kind that involves two women on their knees, the word "sandwich", and a lot of tongue play.

And the two young women on screen are earning the title, hands down. I absentmindedly continue unbuttoning my shirt when I feel your hands creep around me from behind. You slide a hand inside my shirt and rub my hairy stomach inside. You know I love it when you do that.

Then you're fumbling with my belt and unzipping my pants. I can feel the weight of your breasts pressing against my back from behind and your fingers start pushing my waist down.

This isn't exactly how I planned on spending tonight, but I'm flexible. My slacks slide down my legs and pool at my waist and your fingers curl around the bulge in my solid black boxer briefs. You step around to the front of me and I gasp. The dress looks better than I could have hoped for. And you've applied a dark crimson lipstick to match the contrast with your skin.

I lean down to kiss you and you playfully scold me, tapping my lips with your fingertip. "Not until you've brushed, Mister."

Your fingers curl around my package again, rolling around my aching sack as I finish sliding out of the shirt. You amaze me by dropping to your knees. Your hands are rubbing along my shaft, through the soft cotton briefs.

You look up at me with those sex kitten eyes and I want to melt. You pull the waist band of my boxer briefs out and over my erection and the opposite happens. I turn into burnished steel, right under your finger tips. You trace them down the underbelly of my cock and it springs right in front of your face.

I spread my legs instinctively for a wider stance as you curl one hand around my balls and massage them gingerly. I wonder if you can feel my heart beating as you wrap your fingers around my shaft and give it a few strokes.

My fingers slide effortless through your hair and I can hear you hum. I can hardly stand it as you lean your head forward and breathe. All I feel is the hot warmth of your breath and I chuckle. You kiss the tip softly and work your lips around the entire head, massaging it with your moist lips.

I throw my head back as I feel your lips part around the tip and you take it completely into your mouth. I groan as my fingers tighten in your hair. Your tongue dances around and my hips begin to pivot of their own accord. I hear you chuckle as I'm thrusting lightly inside your mouth and I notice that one of your hands has disappeared between your stocking-clad thighs.

My hands leave your hair and move to cradle my back and your eyes meet mine again. You're so amazingly sexy. Its like you're performing just for me. In fact, that's exactly what you're doing. Your lips are more puckered now as you make a great display of taking me into your mouth. You slide me completely out of your mouth and dip your head beneath, sucking my swollen balls into your mouth with a satisfied grin and chuckle as I gasp.

"Alright. Alright." I finally whisper, hating myself for stepping away as you let me go. I twist and stretch my neck a little feeling it pop. That was so intense.

You look up at me, kneeling on the floor with those puppy dog eyes and I mockingly pout back at you. "The night is still young, and I don't want to ruin a single moment of it. I've got something really exciting planned for us."

You rise up onto your feet and glide across the carpet to me and finally take me into your arms and tilt your head up to kiss me. I wrap one arm around your hips and pull your body close to mine as my lips meet yours and I feel you hum into my mouth, running your hands over my ass and under my briefs.

I groan as your fingernails rake my cheeks and you chuckle again, kissing my bottom lip as we both finally pull away. I look at the clock and the bright red numbers mock us both with their harsh clarity. "We've got half an hour before the movie starts. Would you call ahead and double check the start time and the dinner reservations?" I kiss you on the cheek and swat your butt lightly as you giggle and sashay out of the room.

I wait a few moments as I listen to your heels on the wooden stairs before I make my way into the closet and dress quickly. A pair of crisp clean black slacks work just fine, slightly modified for the occasion. I laugh and wonder what you'll think when you realize the amount of planning I've gone through for this. I slide off my boxer briefs and toss them into the hamper as I quickly slide into the slacks and toss on a charcoal grey shirt to match.

A few minutes later I'm pulling on my shoes and tying the laces as I hear your heels on the stairs again. I touch the object in my pocket and hope you won't notice the bulge. You stride in and stand in front of me with your hands on your hips. "Everything is set. And I can see you're almost finished getting dressed."

"Yes." I growl as I rise off the bed and capture you in my arms again.

"No," you swat me away playfully. "I just retouched my lipstick. No more fun until we get home."

I chuckle as my fingers slide along your dress. "Is that a promise?"

You giggle without an answer.

I grab my wool trench coat as you slide into your leather one and we step out into the chilly night air. "I love fall." You hum as we climb into the car. I back it out and shift into first gear and you slide your hand along my thigh. You tip your head up and I look through the upper part of the windshield. "Full moon's out."

I chuckle. "Our kind of night." I growl and your hand squeezes my thigh.

"Isn't it?" You practically purr and we're off.

I race down the streets as the night wind rushes through the windows and past our faces. You let your hand glide on the breeze, though your hand hasn't left my thigh. I can feel its weight even as I switch gears and turn up the music. Nickelback's "Animals" is jamming on the radio and you smile quickly in my direction. You lean over and your hand brushes down the front of my slacks.

You shift your hips and lean over to run your hand up and down the back of my neck and head. "I like the way this band thinks." You whisper into my ear as I dart into the next lane and pass a little old blue haired lady in a Cadillac ten times too big for her. Your nails dig at the front of my groin and I dart back in front of the old lady.

You're loving the tease but I have another idea in mind. Normally to approach the cinema near the mall we'd take a left, but instead I weave over into the right lane and make a sudden right down a rather secluded road that skirts a local coliseum. I make another sudden turn down an even more secluded road that leads back into a local college campus and pull over onto the side of the road.

I've been down this road on a few isolated occasions and I know for a fact that its rarely traveled during the day, but with the sun down its even less frequented. Not that it matters. I want you to be a little curious about getting caught. I roll up my window, which is tinted far beyond the legal limit.

You flash me a playful grin and start leaning over, but I push your hands back into your lap. "Wait here." I growl and I leap out of the car. I quickly make my way around the back and open your door as wide as it will go. I take a look down the road. I did a perfect job of parking. No one coming down either way can see what's going on by the angle of the car with the road. And there's nothing but woods behind me.

I take your hips in my hands and push you suddenly toward the door before I tip you back onto the seat. You're giggling madly as I push your tight black dress up around your hips and suck in a sharp breath. You did a perfect job in shaving. I can't see a single trace of hair. I brush one of my fingertips along the slit between your lips and it comes away slick and moist. I lick it and hum.

You raise both of your calves and rest them on my shoulders as I lean forward and run my nose up and down your juicy mound. I breathe in and my senses explode into a thousand pieces. I can smell the strength of your arousal. It floods my senses and suddenly I want to rip your dress to shreds and fuck you like a madman in the backseat.

Your fingers grab my head and pull me down and suddenly I'm lips to lips with your treasure trove. I trail my tongue up and down the inner edge of your lips, tasting your sweet nectar as it collects on your skin like drops of dew. I dip my tongue inside like a spongy scoop and draw out your essence until its coating my tongue and lips and soaking into my thick goatee. I trail it upward and swirl around your tiny clit, grinning as I hear you moan from the seat. Your hands are pinching your nipples through the sexy black dress and I roll your clit around more firmly with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth as I rub it between my tongue and upper lip.

My fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs and I can feel them trembling as the cool night air brushes across your damp skin. I move back to swirling my tongue around your clit and stroking it up and down and back and forth, knowing how much this is driving you crazy. Then as I push on the back of your thighs and lean forward a little, forcing your knees toward your chest, I slip my tongue completely inside you.

You gasp and moan hard, not expecting the sudden intrusion. My mouth brushes against your outer lips as I pivot my head back and forth, sliding my tongue in and out like a miniature cock. Your fingers tighten into the many small hairs on my head and you pull me hard, forcing my tongue as deep inside you as I can manage. I wiggle it inside you, managing somehow despite the maddening force you're exerting to get some stroke with my neck.

Your thighs tighten around my head and I can feel your feet resting against my upper back, pulling your hips up to meet my face. Your body is rocking and rolling and grinding against my slick tongue and mouth and I'm waiting for that final surrender. My hands slide beneath your ass as you're nearly half way up out of the seat, for all intents and purposes fucking my mouth like its all that matters in the world.

Our bodies suddenly stiffen as we hear tires screeching by on the semi-wet runway and that's all it takes. I can feel it in the tightening of your body, from head to toe. I can hear it in the subtle change in your voice, deepening and darkening into a sultry bedside growl as you call my name. But most of all, I can taste it as you bathe my lips and my tongue and my chin in your wonderful essence.

Your body quivers against me as the tremors course through you and your legs tighten, trying to force me out. But I won't go. I hold on for dear life and slide my tongue out, relentlessly attacking your clit again. You howl, literally, your fingernails digging into my scalp as your body twists and your head rocks back against the seat. With a sudden squeal you push away from me and slam your legs shut, chuckling as I slowly sit back on the heels of my feet.

I rub your legs tenderly, letting you calm down. For several minutes we sit there, smiling as a few more cars race by, never once stopping to offer assistance. Its what I count on in situations like this. The rarity is the concerned citizen who will stop on the side of a dark road on a Friday night to help a suffering bystander. You very weakly pull yourself up by the seat and spread your legs around my hips as you lean forward and kiss me on the lips.

You hum as you taste yourself on my lips and I smile, reaching into my pocket for the next part of my surprise this night. I can feel them jiggle slightly in my hand and the "clop clop" rocking noise draws your attention also. You look down and touch them. I bought them especially for you. The car light shines off of their silicone skin and you look up at me with two raised eyebrows. Two balls attached by a silicone sleeve, with a cord attached at the end. I give them a little shake in my hand and you can hear the tiny weights inside the balls jiggle.

I push you lightly onto your back once more and gently rub them up and down your slit. I gently slide two fingers inside of you and you yelp, not expecting it so suddenly. Sliding my fingers out once more I rub them around the pair of balls, coating the balls in your juices. I rub them up and down your slit again, gently pressing the first one. You place two of your fingers over your clit and rub in tight circles as I rock the balls gently when suddenly the first one slides inside with a wet squelching sound.

You gasp and I rub your legs, letting you get accustomed to it. I'm so excited right now I can hardly see straight. Thank god the movie theater is only a few blocks away. Now that the first one is inside the second seems to offer less trouble, sliding in behind it and pushing the first one deeper.

You lay there for several minutes, having removed your fingers, until finally you pull yourself up again. You hold on to me and kiss me again. I glance down at my watch. We're going to miss the first thirty minutes if we're not careful. You see the glance and smile, sliding your feet over into the car as I shut it.

I quickly make my way around and slide into the driver's seat. Again, we're off, though I have to do a little backtracking to get us once more on track, it was well worth it. I keep watching you out of the corner of my eye and your face is exquisite. A smile colors your face, momentarily pierced now and then by a sudden tightening of your face and a pursing of your lips.

A few minutes and traffic lights later and we've parked in front of the movie theater. For once I agreed to a romantic comedy, if only because I wouldn't be that interested in the plot and more interested in you. But you don't know that. I'm not even sure of the title or the plot, even as we walk up to the ticket counter.

"Good evening." He greets us with his best attempt at sounding like he actually cares.

"Two tickets for number four." I answer with a genuine smile. He hands me the electronically printed tickets as I slide him $20. Highway robbery. I can still remember when the things used to be under five bucks. You wrap your arm around mine and we slide into the lobby. We pass the concession stand and you flash me a glance.

"No popcorn?" You ask shocked. I'm sure you expected me to want to use the popcorn bucket as a shield for your hand. You seem extremely disappointed.

I only smile back as I lean toward you and whisper into your ear, playfully pitching my tone. "I've got a secret."

You smile, renewed, seeing the glint in my eye. You know that look, as well as the deviltry I'm capable of when my mind sets to it.

We stride into the theater and work our way down the long wall, turning the corner as the movie begins. We look up and smile again. There's maybe half a dozen people in the theater and no one at all in the upper row. We quickly make our way up the steps and sit just short of the last row. The seats are arranged very steeply, most likely engineered to give people a view over the heads of taller audience-members sitting in front of them.

We move down to the middle of the row and you slide down into the seat beside me. I immediately tip the armrest between us back and you lean over cuddling into my arms. Your hands run along my groin and play with the zipper.

I capture your hands and I can see the highlighted edges of your pout returning. Silently I take your hand and slide it into my pocket nearest you.

You slide your pocket deeper and discover with a sudden beaming smile at the ends of the pockets have been cut. You next discover that I'm not wearing any underwear and you snuggle into my arms even more so. I wrap my arm around your shoulder and you take me into your hand.

I gasp suddenly as your palm rolls across the tip and comes away covered in ounces of pre-cum. You hum and I squeeze your shoulders affectionately. You run your hand down my entire length and realize that even more of it has wound its way down the underside and pooled just above my sack. You fondle my jewels and I readjust my legs, leaning back more and tilting my hips upward as you press the side of your face against my chest.

I'm so turned on I can hardly stand it. But I also don't want to end things too suddenly. I want to draw this out. Kissing your forehead I coax your hand out of my pocket and run my hand down your back. You purr softly. Not even audible, but I can feel it against my chest. My hand runs across the lovely curve of your bottom and I casually slip your skirt up.

You're so amazingly sexy. I rub your bare cheeks for several minutes as we both watch the movie distractedly. I couldn't focus on the movie if Jessica Biel was up there doing a strip tease.

I glance around the theater room and slowly slide my fingers a little lower this time, stroking the bridge of skin between your anus and the beginnings of your pussy lips. You sit there silently, somehow, though I feel your hands tighten on my shirt. One hand quietly undoes a button midway down my shirt and you slide your hand inside, again to stroke my hairy stomach like before. But you don't stop there. You reach your hand upward and rake your fingernails across my chest.

You locate one of my nipples and pinch it suddenly. I barely manage to bite back a deep growl as I slide my fingers suddenly across your lips. You jump slightly and bury your face into my shoulder as my fingers roll across your slick lips. I can feel the weighted balls inside of you, puffing your lips out and I rub my fingers back and forth across your mound, giving the balls a little jiggle.

I gasp as you bite my nipple through the shirt and scrape your nails hard across my chest. You shift your hips a little and slide your hand from beneath my shirt and return it to my pocket, sliding your fingers over my skin with ease. Every inch of me down there is coated in sexual slick, your hands feel amazing. I can feel your grip tighten around my shaft as you stroke up and down.

My fingers glide further down your lips and find your clit. You bite down harder on my stiff nipple and we both know that the movie is not nearly close to being over with. Hell, I'm not even sure if we can make it through dinner. I stroke your clit a little more as you busy yourself with my cock and we both sigh. This feels so good, I hate to put it to an end.

I lower my head and kiss the back of your neck, taking the opportunity to whisper in your ear. "I don't know how much longer I can last."

My eyes widen as you flash a playful smile up at me and slowly lower you head down to my groin. I can barely hear the sound of my zipper sliding down. My eyes dart around the theater but nobody's watching us or giving us even a moment's glance. Your hand is still in my pocket and stroking my base as your hot mouth devours my head. I want to cry it feels so good. I through my head back and spread my palm, rubbing my thumb against your asshole as my other fingers slide across your clit.

I feel you moan around me and my other hand clutches at the seat. I can't believe how amazing this feels. I want to fill your mouth. I don't care about any of the other planning. I don't care about what else happens tonight. Right this minute I want to explode onto that warm, wet tongue of yours and feel you swallow every last drop.

"Oh god." I whisper.

And then suddenly you stop. I look down at you, my eyes wide with panic, as you slide my zipper back up and slip your fingers back out of my pocket. You readjust yourself so that you're sitting upright with your legs crossed and I slowly withdraw my hand back up the chair back and drape it around your shoulder.

I try to remain calm and readjust myself in the seat, but all I can keep thinking about is how wonderful everything felt. Now I'm left sitting here with balls that ache like they're filled with lead. And she's just sitting there as calm and cool as if she wasn't just giving me the world's best blowjob ten minutes ago.

I sighed numerous times at which point she would give me a look and return to watching the movie. I couldn't even follow the plot since we'd missed a full hour of it. Instead I was just frustrated.

But I didn't want to be. I wanted to enjoy the movie and the evening, but it was so hard to disconnect myself from everything up to that moment. But I somehow managed, despite my agitation.

Finally, the movie was over and I couldn't wait to get out of the darkly lit theater. Earlier I had wondered if I could manage dinner, but now all I wanted to do was sit down to a long meal and regain equilibrium.

We held each other tightly as we crossed the parking lot to the car and I helped you in before lowering myself into the driver's seat and heading out onto the highway. That was when I received my second surprise for the night. Your hands returned to my groin and you slowly unzipped my crotch. My eyes met yours with open-mouthed shock attached.

"What are you?" I stammered. "We have reservations?"

"Cancel them." You purred in that voice of yours that demands no resistance. "And take the long way home."

I shifted back in my seat as you stretched across the seat and buried your head in my lap. I groaned, no longer having to hold back as you took me into your mouth for the second time that night. I couldn't believe it was happening. I've wanted this for so long.

Your legs bend out behind you and your skirt rides up along your hips and I want to touch you there, but the road demands my focus instead.

Your mouth swallows me whole as your tongue resumes its earlier mission, coaxing me into a fine frenzy. Your one hand cradles my balls as you increase the suction, moaning loudly as you feel my cock expand inside your mouth. I glance briefly down and see your fingers peeking between your cheeks and I realize you're very obviously playing with yourself, which only turns me on that much more.

I turned off on the nearest exit ramp and started down the long backroad leading back to the house and your efforts increased tenfold.

I growled as you suddenly took every inch of me into your mouth. God, I love it when you do that. It feels so wonderful. You know I'm close. You've been building me up to this moment since we stepped into the theater. I see now the wickedness behind your thoughts.

We were made for each other.

Your fingers wander a little lower on my balls and rub against my taint. I groan and my foot presses down on the gas. My god, I want to make this last forever but I also want to make it home so that you can finish me completely.

Your mouth feels so warm and moist and tight, I almost swerve off the road as you pop your lips free and tip your head to the side, puckering your lips and running them up and down the underbelly of my cock.

Oh god, yes. My right hand slides off the wheel and curls into your hair. You chuckle as you raise your head again and take me back into your mouth. This is driving me slowly crazy. I can't believe I've lasted so long. This load is going to be huge when it finally comes.

And you know that don't you?

I stroke the back of your head as you pump your mouth up and down, bobbing on my cock as I feel the tide and pressure rising again. I can't stand it anymore. This is it. My fingers tighten into your hair and I hiss. "I'm cumming, honey."

You moan around my shaft as you continue pumping and swirling with your tongue and I grunt as I fill your mouth. I love the sound of your moans as you swallow my seed. You turn me on beyond my wildest imagination and pet your head lovingly as you continue sucking, drawing every last drop of me from within as I can't stop.

With a sudden gasp I dart down the side road onto our street and fumble with the garage door remote control, barely managing to straighten the car and slide into the garage as it closes back down. My hand never leaves your head as you continue making love to me with your mouth. I love you so much.

I pop the lever on the side of my seat and lean back. "Get over here." I growl as I help you slide over and settle your hips on top of me. Your pussy has puffed out so much from the weighted balls and I settle my mouth over your clit as you recline across my body. I swell back to full size in your mouth as you ground your hips down onto my mouth and cum almost instantly.

I squeeze your cheeks and slide my tongue along your slippery pearl as you dig your fingers into my thighs. We both growl in unison as I raise my hips up and let you slide them down off my ass.

God, I moan as you paint my lips with your love. You raise up and sit more fully on my face, mashing your lips down over my tongue and I can feel you cumming again. My hands curl around your hips and hold you firmly on my face.

You slowly crawl off of me and we chuckle as we squeeze out of the driver's seat. I sweep you up into my arms and we slide into the house once again. We look upstairs for a few moments, but you have other ideas in mind. You grab me by the collar and pull me down.

"Right here. On the floor." You purr. I smile as we kiss and I lay you down on the floor. You spread your legs as I run my fingers down the edge of your lips and pull lightly on the string. I can see your eyes shut and strain a little as the first ball pops free. You start rubbing your clit and I pull the second ball free as well.

I set it aside on the carpet and move in toward you pulling my pants down the rest of the way. Your legs lock behind my buttocks as I slide between you and we both sigh. "You feel so good, baby." I whisper and you kiss me long and hard, pulling me down on top of you.

But tonight has apparently become your night. I chuckle as you roll us both over and raise up onto your knees, burying every last inch of me inside of you. You unbutton my shirt and run your hands up and down my chest and stomach as you start rising up and down on me.

I run my hands up and down your legs and throw my head back as I feel you cumming again. You're so amazing, and I can't hold back as I erupt inside you. You lie down on me, stretched languidly across my entire body as we lay there and settle into the afterglow, wondering if we'll even make it upstairs tonight.

Taking Her Back

2007-10-19T18:52:00.000-04:00

I reclined deeper into my deep back Lazy-Boy, listening idly to the sounds of Alicia Keyes serenading me on the philosophy of Karma. The living room fireplace danced and crackled in front of me, throwing angry shadows across my face in the darkness. It was warm against my freshly-shaven face.

I pulled my goatee through my fingers and devoured the smell of incense that filled the room. Was it possible to eat a scent? I smiled broadly at the question. I was left entirely to my thoughts until she returned.

The kids were away for the night, tucked into the beds of friends and family. I wondered if she even contemplated what lay in wait at home for her.

I drew the hard crystal tumbler to my lips and sipped the fiery whiskey until it rained down my throat. What goes around comes around, Alicia reminded me on the surround stereo system in our living room.

I laughed heartily at the hidden meaning in those words and tipped my glass to the almond-skinned beauty. So very true. Soft candle light danced within the shadows of the fireplace in a hypnotic, trance-like weaving. Incense filled the living room and mixed with the spirits in my hand in a most delightful manor.

Then I heard tires crunching gravel and concrete as they came to a halt in our driveway. I smiled and rocked back into the chair, allowing my feet to skim the carpeted floor.

Her keys jingle slightly in the lock and the door gasps as the seal is broken with the outside world. I watch her glide into the room and I can see the immediate smile on her lips. Then she pauses, breathing in the scents and noticing the primal blend of shadows and light.

I look at her in awe. She’s so amazingly beautiful. Her hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail at the back, leaving her face entirely vulnerable to my eyes. The black engraved shirt hangs into a low V around her neck and her necklaces peak from beneath, hanging loosely in her cleavage. The semi-short black skirt, just above her knees is one of my favorite pieces of this outfit. Black spider-web stockings cling to her legs and knee-high black boots finish the ensemble and I can’t help but growl, lightly from my chair as she steps into the firelight.

She turns and meets my gaze and her smile deepens.

“You’ve been waiting up for me?” She poses in that deep, sultry voice of hers.

I nod, humming along with the answer.

She tosses her purse onto a nearby table and strides further into the room.

“And the children?” She continues. She’s beginning to suspect. Good.

I smile in a way that leaves no question to the answer. But I humor her anyway. This seduction is subtle and dark, like taking a new lover for the first time.

“The boys are staying with their friends. And the Little Devil is staying with my grandparents.”

I watch the realization and its accompanying smile spread across her lips and it takes every ounce of my control not to leap out of the chair and take her in that very moment. I disguise the waiver in my control by taking another sip of the whiskey in my hand. It burns down my throat and it fills every inch of my body. I’m on fire; for her.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I ask, smiling, as a newborn fire sparks behind her eyes. What I really want to ask is, Did you enjoy her.

She smiles and giggles a little and buries her face in her hands. I chuckle and she peeks between her fingers. Setting the drink aside on a nearby table I crook a finger and draw her in.

She climbs into my lap and I’m suddenly overwhelmed by her smell. She buries her lips into my neck and kisses me there and I can smell her hair. I growl at the smell and she purrs in my ear. Her lips find mine and we moan together. She knows what the kissing does to me. It’s like a preamble to the main event.

She reaches between us and gasps as her fingers locate my erection. The shadows concealed my nudity under her gaze. She purrs like a jungle cat in my ear and nips just below them at my neck. My fingers stroke the side of her hips and around her behind as her fingers trail up and down my shaft.

This moment is so intense. She has returned to me, as I knew she would. But there is a reclaiming of her that we both need. I feel her body roll against my hips and chest. Her fingers comb through my chest hair and I hiss into her ear. She chuckles as her fingernails graze across my nipples.

Our eyes meet for a split second before she starts working her way down my chest, kissing lightly at my skin. Her fingers never leave me, stroking incessantly, as she climbs down and works herself between my knees. She looks up at me and curls her fingers around my base. Her free hand tightens, gently around my sac and I groan. I’ve been waiting for this all night, for what seems like an eternity.

Her lips waste no time in devouring me. I can feel the heat of her mouth immediately as she takes me into her mouth. Her tongue traces lines of fire everywhere. I can’t stand it anymore. Any other night and I would let her satisfy her craving, but tonight is something entirely different.

I slide off the chair and watch her smile spread. She allows me to push her back onto the carpet. I push her skirt back and nearly roar as I realize she’s uncovered beneath. Sliding her legs apart I lower myself to her, right there on the living room floor and feel her slick lips pull me inside. We both gasp at the sudden impalement.

I lift her legs up over my hips and we’re rolling and pressing and thrusting against one another. I can feel her pushing her hips against me from beneath and it just makes me that more determined. With one well placed thrust I bury everything that I have to give deep inside of her and she begins to climax. I can feel her entire body crumbling beneath me as her hands tighten around my thighs, struggling to pull me deeper.

We’re like a rumbling inferno now. Holding her legs for leverage I’m grinding my hips against hers and I hear her voice screaming my name as another climax explodes through her. I grab her hands and push them back against the floor beside her head, leaning forward until all of my weight is upon her. Her ankles lock behind my thighs and its all or nothing.

Our hips slap together in short, deep strokes. Her head tips back and digs into the floor and I hear her moans turning into a plea. With two quick thrusts slightly longer than before I gain enough friction to push myself over the edge and I arch my back as my essence bursts forth inside of her. We both grunt half-understood pleas for mercy as our bodies tighten together in one last throw.

And finally we collapse. I roll out and off of her to the side and we’re both gasping for breath in the aftermath. She uses her last vestige of strength to roll over onto my chest, where she leans her cheek and smiles wearily to me.