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Cheated into bondage

Administrator — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 14:44:31 +0000

Zipperhead’s is a famous store here in Philadelphia. The store is
on South Street, sell cools clothes and shoes, some handcuffs and leather
and stuff, and is a great place just to hang out and watch people in.
Well, I’m in there for a reason yesterday: Saltgirl, whom I am
meeting at a kinky sort of party this weekend, bought a bitchin outfit
she was telling me about, but couldn’t find the wide shiny belt she
needed to really complete the ensemble. No problem. I knew just the
place.
So I’m in there in the bondage-y section to your left as you walk
in and there’s this ultra-cool woman behind the counter, who has
piercings in places well, that you wouldn’t even find in a second-hand
_Gray’s_(which, incidentally, you could buy, just up the street, in
Philly’s largest used bookstore.
She’s helping me look through the belts.
“This one’s nice…”
“Motorcycle chains, eh? A bit rough for this girl.”
“Ooh, how about this one?”
It’s gorgeous. Silver on black leather, extra wide, but it looked
way long.
“It looks great, but I’m pretty sure it’s too long.”
She tries it on herself. “Fits me okay. What’s your girlfriend’s
waist size?”
“Um.” I hesitate. “27.”
“I hate you both. Please leave.”
I laugh and she hangs up the belt. “Now *here’s* a beaut…”
She pulls down this cool-looking thing that was made out of large-
diametered silver O-type rings connected to little leather doo-dads that
connected to smaller leather silver D-rings that connected a wholemessa
chains that connected to another D-ring etc all the way around.”
“Can we measure it? Looks great. She’ll plotz.”
Gets out a tape measure. Shit. 32″ at the smallest hole.
“Sorry,” she said, about to put it back.
“No, wait. I know the guy who owns ‘The Leather Rose’. It’s on
my way home. I’ll just have him take out one of the O-rings, a doo-dad,
and a set of chains. How many inches will that take off?”
She measures. “About 5. Perfect.”
“Cool. And I’ll come back and give what he takes out to you for
being so helpful for being so nice. You could wear it through your-Then
he walks in.
In *my* town.
Into the coolest street in my town.
Into the coolest store on the coolest street in my town.
With his ditzy blonde wife and his stupid little entourage of
hangers-on.
Yup, last night was the night Morton Downey Jr. did Zipperhead’s.
Everyone in the store immediately recognizes him and we all look
at each other and shake our heads. It’s tough not to laugh at the guy.
Real tough. But wetry to be good. And we watch them walk through the
store with this kind of disdainful mocking ‘people-really-*buy*-this-
stuff?’ attitude that pisses us all off. I’m wearing a heavy leather
riding jackets w/silver epaulets and little cat-o-nine-tail fringes
hanging from the zippers, so you just know Mort wants *my* autograph.
The woman behind the counter and I decide to fuck with them. We
start talking about how good the Eagles looked crushing Dallas on Monday,
but ever so often raising our voices and shouting a buzzword or two
Morty’s way.
“Yeah, that was the best,” I said. “I can’t believe I didn’t
CAULKING GUN bet it.”
“Randall looked awesome FILLED WITH CREST & BEN-GAY? A 60/40
MIX?”
She’s good, damn good. “OF COURSE. The offensive line was
amazing. They were playing GAUZE PADS better than they actually are.”
“I know what you mean. Playing AND SOME BETADINE over their
heads. ANAL SPECULUM.”
“MOLLY BOLT ENEMA. And you know, Dallas made some key plays too.
The Eagles just looked Super Bowl. AND WE USED REVERSETHREADED SCREWS
BECAUSE OF THE HEAVY VIBRATIONS.”
“YOU COULDN’T DAMPEN THEM?” she asked.
“NOT UNDER Randall! ROLLER COASTER YOU DON’T.”
“GUESS NOT.”
By this time, Mort and co. had seen enough. As they passed us to
get out the door, we smiled at them and all we heard them say was
“Fucking freaks”.
It was the best.

Enough for today

Administrator — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 14:58:18 +0000

After Julie got up and made breakfast for the children and
sent them out to play and was about ready to have some coffee,
Becky came into the kitchen. Becky looked a bit haggard and tired
as if she had been drinking the night before. Julie, on the other
hand, looked fresh and ready for the world.
“Morning Becky.” Julie said,”You leave Ralph still sleeping
his life away ?”
“Yes. He needs plenty of sleep for his job as you well know.
Also he could not believe what happened last night and wanted to
talk all night. I don’t really believe it either and if someone
had told me about it, I would have called them a liar.”
Julie said nothing as she prepared the coffee and placed the
small cream bottle on the table between them. Becky looked at the
bottle and then touched it to see if the contents were cold.
“Don’t worry Becky. It’s fresh this morning. I used the other
for my wake-up coffee when I fed the kids.”
Becky had been nervous when she got up, not knowing what to
expect when she saw Julie and now, with this remark, realized that
last night had not been some kind of wierd dream. As she sat there
sipping her coffee which now had been diluted with milk from the
cream bottle , Becky looked over Julie and noticed that although
her cousin weighed over 200 lbs and was not very tall, she still
was quite attractive in her own way. Becky could see the oversize
tits pressing against the thin material of Julie’s blouse and the
nipples were clearly visable. Becky wondered if Julie had finished
milking them and if she….. No! This was morning and a new day.
“I’m glad your up and Ralph is still in bed,” Julie stated.
“I want you to stay here and watch the kids while I go to the Mall
to get a few things. If Charlie should decide to get up, tell him
that he can make his own lunch as I probably won’t be back until
late afternoon”
“I think that I may pick up a new skirt at the Mall and then
might visit my friend Ann if she is home.” Saying this, Julie
finished her coffee in one gulp and headed into the bedroom. A few
minutes later, she appeared wearing a blouse she had for a long
time and had never worn and her usual polyester slacks.
“Bye-bye Becky,” she said,”Wish me luck.”
Julie departed from her street driving slowly as normal but
when she got out of sight, she jammed the gas pedal to the floor.
She was so excited that she could hardly think. This would be the
first time in her life she would be flashing her pussy to the
public and she wanted to get started. All morning she could think
of nothing else and waiting for Becky to get up had been hell.
The mall was empty this early on a Sunday morning and she
could park near the entrance which was happily near a womens’
clothing store. Here she picked out a nice yellow pleated skirt
which had a hemline about five inches above her knees. Never had
she worn such a piece of clothing but when she tried it on, she
knew it was the one for her new life style and did suit her looks.
With her normal house-wife attire and without any make-up, Julie
was just a plain Jane but with the new skirt and blouse and just a
hint of make-up she knew she was attractive.
“Do you suppose I could wear this out ?” Julie asked the
salesclerk.
“Most certainly, just go back to the changing room and put it
on. No problem.”
After paying, Julie went to the changing room and put on the
skirt,removing her panties at the same time. She put both her old
slacks and the panties in the shopping bag and left the store,
heading directly for her car to get rid of the bag and its
contents.
As she put the bag in the car, Julie felt a twitch of fear
along with a slight shudder. She considered what she was
doing,then smiled to herself and returned to the mall.
As she walked down the central corridor of the mall, Julie
could feel the fresh air circulating under her skirt and the
breezy feeling between her legs was both refreshing and exciting.
She wondered what people would say if they actually knew she had
no panties on and was about to flash some poor guy.
Observing that the B. Dalton book store was not yet open,
Julie stopped at a fast food shop for some coffee and a roll.
After making her purchase, she seated herself out of the direct
view of the door and facing a second line of tables along the
other wall of the mini-restaurant. No sooner had she sat down then
a middle aged couple took the opposite table. The wife was facing
her husband and he was almost directly facing Julie.
“Well, I might as well give this a try. I don’t think he will
cause any trouble no matter what.” Julie thought to herself. She
then reached down to adjust her shoe and brushed up her skirt
nearly to where her panty line would have been. Casually looking
around, she discovered that she did indeed have the husband’s
attention. Absently she stroked the inside of her thigh as if lost
in thought and observed the man out of the corner of her eye. He
was not taking his eyes of Julie and she found this exciting. She
then looked at her skirt as if checking for a spot and lifted the
hem line and gave him a short but clear view of her naked pussy.
This caused an immediate reaction as he choked on his soft
drink. He was still coughing when Julie left the table and
continued down the corridor of the mall. “It really does work.”she
thought to herself.
Thinking to herself how brazen she had become in the last
twenty-four hours, Julie smiled to herself again. This was the
first time in years she had done that and she realized that she
was no longer feeling sorry for herself but rather looking
foreward to living life to its maximum. She looked down at her
enormus tits and thought that although they are big and heavy,
they sure do provide entertainment. While some people would call
her fat, Julie now knew that she had something to offer besides
her usually pleasant disposition and willingness to help others.
These thoughts of life quickly disappeared as she reached the
center Information Desk area of the mall as she saw a small crowd
watching a band set up for a mall concert. It was not the concert
or the band that caught Julie’s attention but the individuals who
made up the crowd, and one in particular, the security guard.
This guard was dressed in a light tan uniform , rather
tightly fitting and he gave the apearance of being more interested
in the girls in the crowd than anything else. Taking advantage of
the number of people milling about, Julie came up behind the guard
and brushed her tits on his back. He turned quickly and when he
saw Julie and her tits, he smiled and turned back, holding his
ground. Julie repeated the same movement again and this time he
did not turn but leaned back slightly into her soft chest area.
With this Julie moved away but knew he would be keeping an eye on
her.
As she moved about the crowd, Julie could see the guard
following her and so she decided to make her move. She moved in to
the most crowded are and waited. In less that a minute, the guard
was beside her. She looked at him and smiled then very quietly
said,”Give me your hand.” As she took his hand with her left, she
lifted her skirt with her right and placed his thumb right in the
damp slit of her cunt, rubbed it back and forth for a second, then
pushed his hand away and walked out of the group.
It would be difficult to describe the look on the face of the
guard as he walked out of the group but from the new bulge in his
pants, there was no question about where his mind was.
“I’ll bet he tells all his friiends about this and no one
will believe him,” thought Julie to herself as she entered the
book store which had just opened. She walked through the entire
store and, finding she was the only customer with no one to flash,
decided to leave the mall. As she left the book store, there was
the guard again. As she walked along, he came along side and asked
her if she had a minute.
“Yes, what can I do for you ?”, she inquired. “If you know of
some quiet little room here in the mall, I might have a few
moments to spare in any case.”
The guard was speechless. He merely nodded and motioned her
to follow him. They walked back toward the center stopped and told
Julie to wait a couple of minutes, then follow him into a closed
off passage way which he opened and entered first.
Julie, heart beating a mile a minute, walked about a bit,
then followed the guard into the passage way. As she closed the
entry door behind her, the guard montioned her into a small un-
occupied office with a desk and a couple of chairs. For a moment,
they stood looking at each other, then Julie sat up on the desk
and lifted her skirt, revealing her huge thighs and the happy spot
in between. She saw the bulge in his pants getting larger and as
she checked her pussy, it too was wet and ready.
“Would you like to see my tits and suck on them before I suck
your dick ?”
Still not saying anything, the guard lifted Julie’s blouse
and put his mouth to one of Julie’s enormous tits which were full
of milk by now. When the first squirt of milk entered his mouth,
he jumped back, not knowing what was happening. One look at
Julie’s face smiling down at him and he realized that this was
milk he had tasted. He then returned to the tit and sucked like
mad, draining it in a few minutes. When he started for the next
tit, Julie shook her head no and pushed his head down to her belly
and spread her legs wide. The guard needed no further instructions
and went right to work, sucking on Julie’s pussy. He licked the
lips, sucked on the clit and tried to fuck her with the tongue.
Just before she was about to come, he stopped and whipped out his
wang and said,”My turn now.”
Julie took the rigid prick in her mouth and geltly licked and
sucked her way right to the hair line. She could feel the head
touching the back of her throat on each down-stroke. As she
withdrew, she held the head in her lips and ran her tongue all the
way around the grove, then underneath to the extra-sensitive spot.
On each stroke, she could feel the twiching and could see the ball
sack drawing closer to the body and the guard came closer and
closer to his climax. Just as he was about ready, Julie stopped
and said,”Fuck me now!”
Julie lie down on the desk with her legs hanging over and the
guard rammed his rock hard dick in so far that Julie thought she
could feel it in her throat again. It took only a few rapid
strokes and the guard came. Julie could feel the contractions of
his dick and the hot jet of come blasting its way into the hot
box. He must have been without a woman for a long while because
the quantity of come was quite large, enough so that it over
flowed the cunt and dripped down Julie’s thighs.
Once the guard was through, Julie sat up and sucked the
excess come from the now limp rod. She then lay back and finger
fucked herself to a climax for the guards viewing pleasure and
also her own. As she pumped away at herself, she could hear the
slopping sound of fingers splashing come around inside. She
thought about Becky’s tongue lapping up and down and she thought
about the taste of the other security gurad’s come that she had
sucked out of Becky. With all of these thoughts, Julie came with a
sudden rush. She did not get dizzy this time but the feeling was
still very intense.
As she sat up and looked at the guard, Julie thought to
herself,”I really have lost control of myself but it sure is fun
and I don’t think I want to go back to my old style of life.”
“We have to get out of here before anyone comes,” the guard
said, looking at the door like he expected someone to come barging
right in.
“Don’t worry about me, you go on and leave and I will leave
in a few minutes. If anyone comes in , I’ll say I had to adjust my
clothing. See you later, maybe.”
After the guard left, Julie wiped the come off her inner
thighs with her hand, sucking the fluid from her fingers as she
did so. When theree appeared no more dripping down her legs, Julie
left the passage way through an outside door and returned to her
car.
“I guess this is enough for one day,” she thought to herself,
and drove home.

Cuckold Fantasy Story

Administrator — Sun, 04 Nov 2007 10:59:14 +0000

It was a hard relationship to describe. They had a lot in
common – both were professionals working full time, both married,
both having two children. But much of the similarities ended
there, one was female, and a delightful one at that, but more on
this later, the other male. Although they worked together they
lived far apart. Since neither one could bear to hurt another
their “romance” was not the textbook-type. Sandy and Jim sort of
recognized that their lives were previously taken, but they still
had a deep attraction and affection for each other. They enjoyed
being together, whenever they could manage it, for the office
wags would have a field day if their “relationship”, no matter
how chaste, became public knowledge.

For a long time now Jim had been “romancing” Sandy with
notes of undying affection and love and Sandy had been receiving
the verbal love and affection with welcome arms. Once or twice a
week they would meet for lunch at a public park and discuss life
and love and beauty. When the weather was bad they might even be
alone in a park and enjoy a special closeness. But, alas, an
unwritten code prevented more than an occasional deep and warm
hug and lots of hand-holding! They would have been more at home
in the Victorian era.

But enough history. I think the reader is, by now, well
aware of our “lovers” plight. Certainly they were not of this
quick-to-bed age. There was a certain admirable beauty shared by
Sandy and Jim. Whether outsiders saw it or not was irrelevant,
they saw it and felt it. Which brings us to “The Birthday
Present.” Jim had been planning a special birthday for Sandy for
some time. His sole goal was, surprisingly hard for modern-day
readers to believe, was not seduction, but a celebration of JOY.
Ah, JOY! JOY, a feeling generally lost on us, Moderns, and
totally without relevance unless shared. This was to be a true
celebration of JOY and LOVE. Jim’s sentimentality was so at the
forefront that he even “engraved” a special invitation, complete
with appropriate scroll-work, to Sandy:

The undersigned cordially (and with obvious relish) invites

Sandy

an extremely delightful and luscious person

to a personal and intimate
demonstration of

TRUE and DEVOTED LOVE

as expressed through a
sensitive and feeling
full-body massage

on the Twenty-First Day of the Ninth Month
of the Year Nineteen Hundred and Eighty-Nine

suitably signed with passionate love by Jim.

Sandy, never one to avoid the daring being a women irresistibly
drawn to masculine images, activities and excitement, initially
balked. Interestingly enough her resistance came not so much
from the suggestion, but from the ludicrousness of it, “Come on,
how can this be accomplished in the park at noon? And I am not
interested in getting poison ivy in the woods.” But her
resistance changed from one of unbelieving to one of simple
objection when Jim said, “I have arranged for us to share a motel
room for the afternoon. I promise no hanky-panky. This is not a
seduction, it is a genuine attempt to give you a nice birthday
present. I am not joking. I am serious.”

Well, the discussion was heated for several days. Sandy had
strong fears and distrust of Jim and his motives. The casual
outsider would only have chuckled at this appearance of a joke,
the eternal male seduction “line.” “I just want to show you my
etchings.” or “I just want to let you explore my spider web.”

What ever it was, convincing persuasion, a genuine daring or
resignation from the effort to change Jim’s mind. More than once
Jim had offered to withdraw the “proposition” only to have the
subject come up again. It is not clear what was the final straw,
but Sandy extracted the two-thousandth promise, and agreed.

But then at the last moment Sandy realized that it was
payday and she could not afford to be gone half a day. The big
day was delayed until Friday.

Friday turned out to be a delightful day. The sun shown out
of a azure sky upon the green hills of the land. The temperature
was just right. Jim expressed concern that the beauty of the day
would be “wasted” inside, but it was agreed that there would be
more nice days. The trip past the check-in desk and the lobby
was taken with uncomfortable feelings of guilt. This feeling by
both was thick enough to cut. But the small briefcase sufficed
to allay inordinate suspicions. All went well until they got to
the room. The age old shakes kept Jim from immediately getting
the damned door open. Motel doors were the same everywhere.

Once in the room they hugged in a warm embrace free from the
fear of prying eyes. That alone made the excursion well worth
the effort. They stood there for the “brief” moment that lovers
share, a brief moment extending close to ten minutes. Neither
one wanted to break the spell. Their nearness could not be
replaced with all the private and emotional notes they exchanged.

They sat down on the bed and held hands gazing into each
other’s eyes. Jim gentle began caressing Sandy’s delicate hands
and fingers. Then they began to discuss what was to happen.
Jim, who claimed to have “everything thought out,” was torn
between chucking his “plan” and keeping his promise. A gentle,
caring look from Sandy kept him in line.

Jim got the body lotion bottle from his brief case so Sandy
could choose which she preferred. He let her pick saying, “The
delicious scent of your body will override all else, who needs
this stuff.” He then went to the bathroom to get some towels.
The bed spread was taken down and several towels were laid out.
Jim then said that it was necessary that Sandy remove her
clothing and cover up with the towels. He said, “You may leave
your underwear on, Lovely Sandy. I promised a full-body massage,
but it won’t quite be “full-body”, I couldn’t keep my promise if
it was and you know it. Anyway, cover up with the towels and
I’ll turn up the heat in the room. I won’t need that, but you
may.” Sandy replied, “I don’t think I will need it either, so
don’t turn it up.” (She was avoiding the clothes issue.) “Can’t
we just do the massaging like we have in the past?” [They both
had a keen interest in the art of massage. Jim had a couple of
good books on massage, finger-pressure and Shiatsu. He even
shared one on sensual massage with Sandy. Their experiences into
massage began with foot massage one noon when Sandy complained of
il-fitting shoes and sore feet. Jim extended it to hand and
finger massage and once even experimented with back massage, when
he sneaked his first and only kiss from Sandy, a chaste, but
delicious peck on the back of Sandy's lovely white neck. They
both had enjoyed the physical contact immensely. But it had
always been of the non-sexual kind, although Jim reveled in the
sensuality of it. He is the one who invented this birthday
present, after all.]

After a lengthy discussion, Jim persuaded Sandy that his
intentions were indeed honorable and it could only be done this
way. [Although I will not go into this discussion, because it is
so improbable as to be unlikely, besides if Jim hadn't "won" the
debate there wouldn't be a story to tell!] Jim left the room to
give Sandy privacy. He left word for her to let him know. Talk
about long moments! This was absurd. But after what seemed like
hours, Sandy whispered that she was ready.

Jim reentered the room to find Sandy stretched out full
length on her stomach covered with a bath towel covering her from
shoulders to knees. Even from the back Jim marveled at her
loveliness. “Sandy you are the most beautiful person I have ever
seen, with or without clothes. Your trust in me only makes me
love you even more. God practiced for thousands of years to
perfect His art to produce you. He did good! And I am so glad
He didn’t waste all of His talents on the outside, for your inner
beauty far exceeds what the imperfect eye can see. I love you,
Sandy, and I will love you with all of my heart and I love you
with all of my mind and I love you with all of my spirit and I
will love you always, Sandy. There has been none like you. You
are Perfection, exquisite Perfection, Sandy. I kneel down and
worship this shrine, Sandy.”

He liberally drenched his hands in lotion he had warmed up
in his pocket and applied it generously to her legs and arms with
gentle caring hands. A gasp of pleasure escaped Sandy’s lips.
She lifter her head and gazed at Jim and heart-feltly said,
“Thank you, Jim, you gentleness and compassion is so appreciated.
Thank you for talking me into this and thank you for the lovely
birthday present.” “But it hasn’t even begun, Sandy. No more
words from you. You must lie there and relax and release your
cares to my hands. I will be gentle. I will be caring. I will
be true to my words, Sandy. My love for you would allow nothing
else.”

Beginning at her toes Jim gentle rubbed in the oil and
kneaded the aches and cares away. He massaged towards her ankles
to restore the blood flow in her toes. Each toe in turn got the
same treatment and he lusciously paused and stroked between each
one. He fleeting kissed each one as he progressed. Completing
her toes he began to work on her feet. Jim knew that the
Achilles tendon was supposed to have a genitals-connection so his
stroking steadily lead to that area after he had explored the
rest of her lovely and delicate foot.

His slow and steady sensual touch gradually lead to her
ankle and upwards to her expressively beautiful calf. A slight
tremor from Sandy cautioned Jim from proceeding further, but his
hands did not stray from their amorous and pleasant task. Gently
they followed the contours of her fine calf from her ankle to her
lovely knee. The elegance of her limbs had always amazed and
charmed Jim, but until now he had not known the real passion
associated with flirting with such exquisitely turned ivory. The
smoothness beneath his touch was awe-inspiring and sent tremors
of his own up and down his spine. “Hold on, Jim, this delicate
journey has just begun,” he said to himself.

Jim quietly shifted his attentions from Sandy’s lovely legs
to her exquisitely sensuous hands resting so close. He began,
like with her finely turned feet, with a gentle upwards massaging
of her fingers. They were delicately formed and only slightly
roughened by hard work suiting her demeanor. Sandy took very
good care of herself and it showed for all to see. Her elegant
beauty was flawless. Sandy was striking. No other words would
do her rare beauty justice. She was magnificent.

Jim smeared more oil to pave the way for his ever-exploring
hands. Delicately her followed the fingers around, one by one,
pausing at the base of each to implant a kiss of love. His
tongue would flick out to gentle caress the soft membrane of skin
between each. The he would continue his kneading on the palms.
He strived to rub out the cares and anguishes of the hardness of
life with more ointment. His heart was in it. The care he felt
flowed more freely than the oil.

Jim was sure that Sandy had been over come with sleep by
this time. Not a sound was heard, except her deep, even
breathing. Her exquisitely lovely face carried a truly joyous
smile into her dreams. Trust, and maybe love, had found an
outlet.

No matter how deep the sleep, Jim’s labor-of-love was not
consummated. His hands continued their explore. But it was
clear that they were no longer under Jim’s control as they
lusciously travelled the full range of her exquisitely chiseled
arm.

At Sandy’s shoulder they paused. Slowly and determinedly
they slid the towel a little lower so her exquisitely graceful
shoulder was exposed. Gently he traced each contour from her
shoulders to her Kama neck. His warm hands gentle pressured the
deep muscles on her back, rubbing them toward her neck to further
the circulation. When the massage regained her neck it acted
like an aphrodisiac, the sleeping giant in Sandy awoke. A groan
of passion passed. Jim paused. She was quiet again.

Slowly Jim began again, this time progressing up Sandy’s
neck. He parted her beautiful and delicately soft tresses,
pausing to give, with love, another heart-kiss, his second in
forever. Continuing, he found her ear and traced it around and
around, swirling into oblivion. With an oh-so gentle touch, he
persisted in his quest and touched her face of pure beauty. Her
delicately formed cheeks and nose were traced with great care.
He linger under her nose and followed her lovely, full lips, so
ripe with passion and desire, now parted, as if in greeting him.
As his fingers passed they closed to a rosebud to exchange a kiss
of love and opened to reveal a moist tongue hungering for a new
sensation. The fingers, not what it was looking for, sufficed
for the moment. With regret Jim left the luscious lips like
orgasmic-blood swollen Mons of Venus and renewed his quest. His
fingers, with sincere caring and passion traced the slight,
sight, not angry, scar on her cheek fervently wishing to erase
the one blemish to her perfection, but it had become an integral
part of her mysterious beauty. Renewing his travels Jim reached
her eyes of deep-sea azure sunshine, now glistening with tears.
A drop was rushed away by gravity. Jim bent to erase the
remainder with his lips, and his own hot tears mixed passionately
with her’s. Not a word was said. The exchange of an
immeasurably deep gaze, love from one intertwining with a heart-
felt thanks from the other, stemmed the flow. The eyes, ever
capable of giving of love more than receiving love, closed to
allow his delicate touch to pass over.

Jim’s trembling hands extended up Sandy’s forehead and wound
in amongst her soft brown locks, threading their way down, down
to her shoulders and beyond. Ardently they searched beneath the
towel to find her back and relieve the tense knots settled there.
He anointed his hands and applied with ecstatic glee, pressure.
Discreetly her eased down the towel to waste level to reveal a
pure white-as-snow back demarcated by a perfect tan line. He
followed the line and moved in to the snow field with sensitive
strokes. The passion in his touch was clearly evident as he
manipulated her precious skin.

Jim’s efforts gained in strength until they could be
compared with a passionate desire to enter within. His fingers
spread warmth in an ever-widening circle, encountering the towel
barrier again and again. His intensity diminished somewhat when
the barrier was knocked askew and his warm hands found the
graceful curving lines of Freyja’s treasure, soft mons of
exquisite composition, begging to be circled and traced. Jim
flirted with each one. Out of human control, his hands proceeded
to palpate each in turn.

“Surely these are Godly creations. How could anyone view
such luscious mounds as anything but unabashed beauty. I kiss
each with my heart and mind. I worship at the shrine of pure
beauty. I am yours, Sandy. Forever, I am yours, Oh, One of
Magnificent and Perfect Beauty. I am eternally grateful for this
moment. No other could feel such wonder as I do at this moment.
I share this moment only with you, Sandy, and God. It is good.
It is right.”

At that moment Sandy stirred. “Let me turn over.” “Only if
you help me abide by my promise, Sandy?” With an anguished,
“No,” she struggled to roll over, but Jim had embraced her,
preventing her movement. “Please.”

As she ceased struggling, he fleetingly fondled her ripe
buttocks, planting a warm, juicy buss on each. With one last
regretting gentle squeeze, he replaced the towel again between
shoulder and knee. “Now, roll, over slowly, Beautiful.”

Slowly she rolled over as Jim held the modesty drape from
slipping. He gazed into Sandy’s eyes, longingly and fervently
desiring to kiss those gentle lips and hold her warm and supple
body close to his. Instead he gently leaned down and caressingly
kissed the very tips of her big toes, erotic points to many.
Cuddling her feet in his sensitive hands he began anew his gentle
massaging. This time his eyes never let hers.

Softly and slowly his caressive touch stole to her heels and
ankles and endearingly up her graceful calves to rest, trembling,
on her knees. Then they traced their way back down, again ending
at her charming toes. Cautiously, they followed their trail back
up again, ending, daring, on Sandy’s enchanting Astarte thigh.
Like a passionate dog Jim’s fingers whiff around exploring the
delicate flesh, occasionally digging into the muscles to sooth
their tension, occasionally just flirting with the sensitive
skin, just sniffing and exploring.

All the time the towel remained virtuously in place. At
some unseen clue he, as before, passed attention from Sandy’s
lovely legs to her outstretched and graceful arms, yearning to
embrace the passion she felt, but not wishing to break the magic
spell. In a friendly, no, a passionate gesture, Jim’s fingers
traced the faintly outlined veins, surging with pent up desire,
from her delicate finger tips, across her enchanting hands, up
the sensuous arms, so capable of violent embrace in the throes of
ecstacy, to the softly curving shoulders begging to have resting
on them a head, spent with Love’s longings.

Like a seized person his fingers relentlessly pursue their
travails from shoulder to delicate finger tip and back several
times. Each time the trail becomes more comfortable and welcome.
Sandy’s breathing, once deep and even, now comes slightly heavier
and with more effort as the feeling of pure joy invades her very
being. Her longing to end the invasion and her desire to see it
completed vigorously facing off within her very soul.

Again the mortal hands of Jim, now firmly in the control of
a higher spirit, struggle to gain control of the lust welling
within, venture slightly under the shade of modesty to caress the
tender, warm flesh of temptation. Like children exploring
beneath a sheet they blindly and hesitantly creep hither and yon
seeking new avenues. Clearly they hunger. The deep muscle
massage, forsaken by Care for the fluttering of a butterfly,
yearns to probe deeper, but the emotions will not allow it.

Then an inadvertent quick and unexpected reflex twist by
Sandy, probably caused by being too long in one position, mated
the gentle butterfly and charms of Aphrodite, the crown of
beauty, the lovely dome of motherhood. With renewed confidence
Jim’s soft finger tips cautiously trace the edge of each lovely
breast, around and around, endlessly. Then with great care they
creep slowly up the steep slope towards the summit. With barely
perceptible touch the blind fingers alight near the areola. An
imperceptible take in Sandy’s breath is timed exactly with the
moment. No other sign is given. Sandy’s nipples strain to reach
out to Jim’s charmed and smitten touch. His fingers ever so
gracefully inch toward the luscious erotic bud. At the moment of
touch sparks of emotion fly between Jim and Sandy, their
passionate gaze never having wavered.

No moment was ever quite like this for Jim. The urge to
kiss those ripe, ruby rosebuds nearly became too much. To
counteract his unbearable craving he lower his eyes and buried
his face in the towel at Sandy’s breast. Jim’s hot, burning
tears of passion were rapacious soaked up by the towel, never
giving them a chance to caress the breasts which had so charmed
to his fingers. Sandy’s soft and delicate arms enfolded the
stricken Jim. His arms reaching around to embrace Sandy’s
beautiful body.

For many minutes they lay interlocked, captivating all of
the love two mortals could possibly engender.

While the reader ponders this moment I will offer a special
treat, I hope. Because different people have different desires
at different times I will allow you to choose your own “ending”
(how I hate that word!) to this scene of beauty. But first I
must apologize for being such a fumbling and incompetent as to
expect to write with words the beauty of silence and touch and
sight and feeling. Forgive me, Dear Reader.

Now for the continuation. You have four choices (yes, yes,
you may read all of them):

1) Real-life
2) A story-book
3) Sandy’s fantasy
4) Jim’s fantasy
5) Jim’s desire

CONTINUATION # 1 – THE REAL-LIFE ENDING

As peace envelopes the snuggled pair, Reality awakes. Sandy
rises, turns off the VCR and urgently searches out Ken. At the
exact same instant Jim wakes up in his corner of his own bed.

CONTINUATION # 2 – A STORY-BOOK ENDING

He abruptly gets up and throws off the towel.

“Now you are going to get fucked, woman! F-U-C-K-E-D.”

With that he unzips his pants and reveals a gigantic cock
throbbing with lust. He grabs her by the hair and thrust her
face into his ram-rod. Take it in, all the way in. She was awe-
struck at the enormous proportions. It must have been eighteen
inches in length and easily three inches across.

“I can’t do that. I’d choke.” At those words her rammed
his staff into her gaping mouth. He forced his way as far down
her throat as was possible. His hands forcible masturbating his
erect cock.

When he was near climax, he threw her to the bed. He
gathered a leg in each hand and yanked them over her head so her
knees were by her chest. He fell on her with a vengeance, the
stark shaft pounding its unholy way into her tight hot box. Her
cunt was shocked by the intrusion, but the juices flowed freely
as she fought to extricate herself from his firm grip.

A gigantic thrust tore asunder any semblance of resistance
as she cried out is agony, “OH, God, you are killing me,
OOOOOOHHHH……..AAAAHHHHH.”

Possibly out of compassion, he withdrew his huge tool at
another out burst from her, “NO! Don’t take it out. I want that
thing deep inside me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Do it to
me.”

But he had no intention of quitting. His firey-red, pulsing
horse-prick drove home again and again to a cry of anguish from
Sandy. This time the cry bubbled off into a cry of passion.

For fifteen minutes he pumped away at her. Near the end of
his monstrous strokes, punctuated by cries of delight from Sandy
and groans of animal lust from him, exceeded twelve inches. As
his cock withdrew little streaks of blood could be seen as a sign
of the cruel, but welcome, forcible entry of the rigid steel
cannon of power.

As she, screamed, “More, more, fuck me more,” he rose to the
task. His balls banged unceasingly against her ass, swelling
towards the breaking point.

Then he withdrew his manhood. As she desperately struggled
to grab the gigantic cock to put it back inside of her, he threw
her hands aside and fell full force on her. The force rammed all
eighteen inches to her very soul. The hot flood of cum spurted
inside of her in a stream, a never-ending torrent. The wad was
so great it bubbled from her punished cunt as she cried as in
death.

He grunted in satisfaction and got up. “Not bad. Not bad
at all. Now lick me off.”

The undersigned cordially (and with obvious relish) invites

Sandy

an extremely delightful and luscious person

to a personal and intimate
demonstration of

TRUE and DEVOTED LOVE

as expressed through a
sensitive and feeling
full-body massage

on the Twenty-First Day of the Ninth Month
of the Year Nineteen Hundred and Eighty-Nine

suitably signed with passionate love by Jim.

But then at the last moment Sandy realized that it was
payday and she could not afford to be gone half a day. The big
day was delayed until Friday.

For many minutes they lay interlocked, captivating all of
the love two mortals could possibly engender.

He abruptly gets up and throws off the towel.

“Now you are going to get fucked, woman! F-U-C-K-E-D.”

A gigantic thrust tore asunder any semblance of resistance
as she cried out is agony, “OH, God, you are killing me,
OOOOOOHHHH……..AAAAHHHHH.”

Possibly out of compassion, he withdrew his huge tool at
another out burst from her, “NO! Don’t take it out. I want that
thing deep inside me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Do it to
me.”

But he had no intention of quitting. His firey-red, pulsing
horse-prick drove home again and again to a cry of anguish from
Sandy. This time the cry bubbled off into a cry of passion.

As she, screamed, “More, more, fuck me more,” he rose to the
task. His balls banged unceasingly against her ass, swelling
towards the breaking point.

He grunted in satisfaction and got up. “Not bad. Not bad
at all. Now lick me off.”

Meet In Flesh

Administrator — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 16:02:14 +0000

I walked off the jetway and spotted her right away. Even though
I had a GIF picture of her, I wasn’t sure if I’d know her, but there
was no doubt in my mind. I stepped up to her and asked, “Cindy?”

“Ed?” She smiled at me, hesitating. I know how she felt, I
felt the same way. Here was this person I had been… well, intimate
with, all via computer, and now we were seeing each other in person
and still felt awkward. I gave her a hug, and she murmured in my ear,
“It’s good to hold you, finally.”

I stepped back for a moment to appraise her better. She did
look good in person, tall and slim but with a full, shapely figure. I
thought to myself, “I am a lucky guy.”

We were still a little nervous as we got into her car. We
chattered about all kinds of things, not getting to the point yet.
I’m not a kid, but I felt like I was on my first date. I was looking
straight ahead and blathering about something I can’t recall. Then I
felt her warm hand move over onto my thigh.

It was an electric moment, almost literally. I felt myself
getting excited right there on the freeway. I looked over and our
eyes met. I knew this was going to work out fine.

There was no more need to talk. Her hand was stroking my leg
and making me crazy. She was smiling over at me, like the cat eying a
canary, and her fingers were doing the walking. Up my thigh, slowly
and softly. And like a cat, she suddenly pounced! I gasped for a
second, trying to maintain my decorum. She rubbed my bulging crotch
and I swear she let out a little purr.

With terrible timing, we came up to some traffic and she had to
shift gears. Not wanting the moment to end, I decided it was my turn.
My hand moved over to her leg. It felt great through the thin cloth
of her slacks, slim and muscular. I had wondered if she was
describing herself accurately to me on the computer.

You see, we had met online, on GEnie. I’m a bit of a flirt, but
not really adventurous by nature. I don’t even remember how we became
friends, but it didn’t take long before we became a lot more than
that. We’d meet almost every night, at first in the chat area and
then moving over to Imagine*Nation, which is like chat combined with
an adventure game. We would lock ourselves into an online hotel room
and ravish one another. It was amazing, how realistic it felt. She’d
rub my back and nibble my ears, and I’d lick her until she cried out
for mercy. She told me she liked giving oral sex, and that she really
got off on swallowing. Music to my ears, if she wasn’t just getting
into a heavy fantasy trip.

I was about to find out.

We got to the hotel and I ran inside to check in. Neither of us
had eaten dinner, so we decided to go out and grab a bite. I tried to
talk her into room service, but she just laughed and told me to wait.

We sat next to each other in a small booth, getting close and
really feeling comfortable with each other. Still, it’s different, in
person, and we still had some exploring to do. Playfully I put my
hand back on her thigh and she let me explore for a moment before she
giggled and shooed me off.

“It’s not very dark here,” she said to me in a throaty voice.

“I know,” I groaned.

“Poor baby.”

But when the food arrived, somehow her hand found its way under
my napkin. It was really hard to concentrate on my sandwich. She was
just using her fingertips, running them up and down my cock. She
toyed with my zipper for a moment, then blushed and pulled back her
hand.

“I don’t want you to have to walk out of here all hunched over,”
she whispered to me.

“Got that right.”

Finally we got back to my hotel. On the way up the elevator we
grabbed each other passionately. All the way up to my floor near the
top of the hotel, our tongues explored each other. I ran my hands up
and down her back and caressed her bottom. A nice bottom, to be
sure.

Panting just a little, we entered my room. I moved to grab her
but she just skipped past me over to the window, opening the drapes.

“Great view!” She stood there, staring at the city spread
before us, all dark with jewels of light scattered all around.

I nodded behind her, not looking at the buildings much.

I walked up to her and put my arms around her waist from behind.
I nuzzled her neck and her ears. She sighed and relaxed into me.
Feeling adventurous, I reached up to her breasts. Oh lord, she had
nice ones! Full and firm. Keeping one hand up there, I moved my
other one down her belly. I heard a sharp intake of breath. A good
sign. I moved my hand down to her groin. It was warm. Very warm.
She was leaning back against me and breathing heavily. She started
running herself against me.

“Cindy, let’s back away from the window for a minute.”

She didn’t answer. Standing in front of a window more than 20
stories above downtown, she started unbuttoning her blouse. I helped
her. In a flash, she was down to a pretty lace bra and matching
panties, still with her back to me and facing the window. I unclasped
her bra and tossed it off. Her nipples were firm against my palms.

I knelt down and pulled off her panties. I kissed her all over
the back of her ass and her thighs as she stood there, naked in the
window. I reached around and rubbed her pussy. She was incredibly
hot and wet. She ground herself against my hand making low noises.

Keeping one hand inside her, I peeled off my clothes. It
wasn’t easy but it sure was a good cause. I stood up behind her and
pressed myself against her. Somehow I wasn’t all the way hard at the
moment. Probably because of the window. I’m not an exhibitionist,
personally.

Cindy turned around, finally, and looked down at me. She moved
her hands down my belly and I shivered. She took my semi-hard shaft
in one hand and moved up and down, very softly. We kissed deeply.
She stroked me a little faster, then stepped back a moment.

She smiled. “You never can tell how big these things are going
to get!” The she looked a little sober. “I think you’ll be a little
to big for me to take all the way in my mouth.”

I have no way of knowing how big I am. I never considered
myself huge or anything. But a guy doesn’t have much to compare
himself with, right? Who was I to argue with flattery.

She knelt down and kissed the tip of my cock. I closed my eyes
and leaned forward against the window. She had one hand on my ass,
the other at the base of my cock. She squeezed my cock rhythmically
while licking my knob. Then I felt her lips move around me. She
stroked me with her hand while nibbling me lightly. I looked down and
saw that she was having trouble getting it in. Inwardly I cursed.
Then I felt her tongue on me and she started stroking me in earnest.

“This will work,” I thought. I closed my eyes again. Faster
and faster, with her lips at the tip and tongue working fast, she
stroked me, up and down. I felt my knees growing weak. This was
fantastic! With her other hand she encouraged me to move my hips a
little. She was stroking me, licking me…]

“Oh god Cindy…” I said, groaning. In a moment I was cumming.
True to her word, she didn’t back off for a second. She kept her lips
on me, taking all my cum in her mouth, stroking me with her soft
hand, milking it all out of me. I felt like I had never cum so hard
in my life.

Finally, I pulled her off me. She stood and game me a warm hug.
We kissed, and I guess I tasted myself on her lips. I could feel her
squirming so I started working my way down her fine body. I sucked on
her neck, then down to her full breasts.

“Bite them,” she whispered. I started gently nipping at her
nipples, but she said, “Harder! I want you to bite them a lot
harder.”

I bit harder. I never met anyone who wanted me to do that
before, but she didn’t want me to be gentle at all. I tried not to do
any permanent damage, but the harder I bit the hotter she got. She
was gasping hard.

I moved down, licking her belly, then knelt and put my lips to
her pussy. She tasted nice, a mild and spicy flavor. No time to stop
and sightsee though, she needed me and fast! I put my lips to her
swollen clit and started working my tongue around her.

“I don’t think I can do this standing up,” I heard her say. She
lay down on the carpet and I got back to work on her. I licked her
fast and hard, working my head around in little circles, occasionally
reaching up to pinch her nipples. She had hold of my head and was
pressing me into her. I licked as fast as I could. Glancing up, I
saw her stomach tense and her back arch. Very quicky, she came. Her
legs began to twitch and she came again. I kept licking her but
slowed down as she relaxed. Finally I came up for air.

She opened her eyes and said, “I don’t usually cum that fast.”

I smiled. “You were kinda ready, you know.”

She smiled back and we cuddled for a minute. She started
stroking me again.

“I don’t think I’m ready yet,” I told her.

She started whispering in my ear. “I want you to fuck me right
in the window. I want to feel your great big cock filling me up.”
She licked my ear. She was definitely getting my attention. “I don’t
care if anyone can see us, I want you and I want you now!”

She was getting me, too. Smiling, she got on her hands and
knees in the window and pulled me behind her, doggie style. She
lifted up her ass and pulled me to her. She was still wet, and I
entered her in a moment. She started making noises again, so I
decided not to worry about grace and just pumped for all I was worth.
In and out, I watched myself jam it to her soft pussy and I listened
to her moan. She thrashed her head around and bounced her ass into
me.

I groaned as she leaned forward and my cock fell out of her, but
she just rolled on her back and pulled me in again. She wrapped those
long legs around me and we both started pumping again. She bit my
neck. I kissed her eyes. All the while my cock was moving in and out
like a piston in an engine. She was making those animal noises and
all at once she came. I kept on moving as all her muscles went tense
and her eyes rolled back.

She smiled up at me and rolled me over, getting on top. Sitting
straight up on my cock, she started bobbing up and down. I looked up
at her and enjoyed the show. Her tits were dancing there in the dim
city lights. She looked truly fine, with her slim waist and great
round hips. She especially looked good on my cock. Her eyes were
closed and she was lost in the rhythm. Then she leaned down to me and
started rubbing our bellies together. I arched my back and lifted my
knees so I could pump into her. She started gasping and I felt myself
getting close, too.

“Oh Ed!” She got off, and she got me off too. I must have
filled her with a quart of hot cum while I felt her moaning and
writhing on me.

By dawn, we both were exhausted and fell into a deep slumber.
When we woke up there was no more time for fun, I had to get to the
meeting I was really in town for. Afterward, she picked me up and
drove me to the airport.

I don’t know when I’ll get to see her again in person, but
somehow I know that when we meet online, it will be even better than
before. And sooner or later I’ll have business back in her town.
Despite our busy night, there are plenty of things we still want to
try on each other.

Fantasy Science Fiction Sex Story

Administrator — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 15:30:52 +0000

Her eyes adjusting to the faint glow of the monitor’s lights, she awoke.
Every inch of her skin was cold, but that was to be expected after ten years
in thermo freeze. The room was not as she remembered it. Once shiny metal
cabinets were now covered with dust; debris littered the floor. She glanced
over at the three other thermo tanks in the room, there lights were out. This
meant that her companions had already evacuated or more likely that they were
dead.

Slowly, she lifted herself off the bed on which she lay, ducking her head
to avoid the glass cover which had protected her for the last ten years.
She walked stiffly over to the next tank. Commander Barton’s body was still
inside, while her pulse and respiratory indicators showed her to be dead. The
other two tanks, which were reserved for the two men of the crew, also
contained bodies with no detectable respiration or heartbeat. She was the only
surviving member of her squad.

There were nearly a hundred squads of four in isolated control rooms
like this. They were separated by several hundred miles. The rational
behind this was that when the bombs started to fall at least one-third
of the control rooms were expected to survive. After the nuclear winter
had eliminated all human life the chosen ones would emerge from suspended
animation and start over; at least those who survived would.

Her name was Jessica Martin, an architect, art historian, construction
engineer and most important a fertile female. By her acceptance into the
Savior’s program, she had agreed to become the mate of one of the members of
her squad. He was a loathsome man with a genius level I.Q. This requirement
had almost made Jessica reject the program’s offer, but she had wanted to
survive the holocaust. It was almost a relief that his life support system
had failed. Unfortunately, the only two other members of the Saviors program
who could help her were also dead.

Fully awake now, Jessica started the preparations necessary for the next day’s
trip to the rendezvous point. The radiation readings were high, but tolerable.
The temperature outside was nearly eighty. This was better than expected
for a Spring day in the southwest desert after several hundred cubic miles
of dirt had been thrown in the air by nuclear explosions. Actually,
it was several hundred cubic kilometers. It had been agreed that
the survivors would convert to metric now. Most of the scientists
in the group had readily gone along with this since they were all used to
the system. Her profession still worked in feet and inches. Adjusting
wouldn’t be to difficult. If Jessica made a mistake in her conversions,
who would care if she went a few kilometers-per-hour over the speed limit?
There was no one there to enforce it anyway.

After nearly eight hours of preparation, including a wide variety of tests
for biological hazards, latent radiation, and chemical pollutants, she
was ready to start her trip. Everything went smoothly. The canned water
had not perished, the freeze dried food had not decomposed and the computer
had kept the solar car’s batteries charged.

The only set back she had, aside from the death of her companions, was that
the gun locker was buried under a huge concrete beam. Obviously, some kind of
explosion had occurred near by and now she was going to have to enter the
world above armed with only a tazer gun.

The tazer gun had been left in the glove compartment of her
transportation, a solar car. This was because, like the solar car’s batteries,
its charge had to be maintained for the ten years she had been
in thermo freeze. For projectiles, the tazer fired two darts which
struck an adversary and delivered a shock of twenty thousand volts through
wires which attached to the gun. It only had a range of around three meters
and only worked against one opponent. These limitations did not really
intimidate Jessica, since all animal life, including the human race,
had been removed from the surface planet by an excessively large number of
nuclear explosions. The only real danger would come from the few people, if
any, who survived the holocaust by hibernating underground like she did.

She spent her last night on the couch of her thermo tank. This time
she kept the lid up and relied on her body’s natural cycle of sleep
to wake her up rather than the life support computer. The next morning she
opened the two levels of outer doors and drove off using the battery power of
her solar car. There would be enough light out to recharge the vehicle as
she drove.

Although it was not as she expected, the outside world was peaceful. The
mountain under which she had been buried was still dry and arid. It had
remained nearly unchanged, the only noted difference being that the road north
to Arrow Point was in poorer condition than it had been ten years ago. This
was to be expected, given the untimely nuclear termination of the local
highway department.

In every direction, the desert stretched, broken occasionally by a shriveled
tree or cactus. It startled her that, no matter how sparse, plant life had
survived even in a desert after a nuclear holocaust. Jessica was taken more
aback by the vulture which circled overhead. Obviously, animal life had also
survived.

She drove on over the pitted road, heading north. Life seemed in abundance
compared to what she had expected. After two hours of driving she
nearly ran over a snake sunning itself on the side of the road. After
four hours she had seen a several small birds and one rat which
reminded her of her now deceased potential mate. Travelling
at twenty kilometers-an-hour, she was nearly a hundred kilometers from the
control room when she came across the wreck.

It was a four wheel drive vehicle, only a scorched hulk by the side of
the road with its two occupants burnt to a crisp inside. From the fresh
smell of gasoline, it was obvious that the vehicle had not been there more than
a few days. It appeared as though more than vultures, snakes and rats had
survived the war.

Just after she passed the wreck she heard the motorcycles behind her. There
were three men, all had shaved heads and wore leather jackets. Even at
peak speed there was no way that Jessica could out run the bikes. She pulled
over to the side of the road and waited for them to hopefully pass. They
didn’t. Instead, they pulled slowly up behind her with wolfish grins on their
faces. Even with her hair tied up, wearing a silver environment jumpsuit, she
was obviously a woman.

The three men parked their bikes and dismounted a short distance away from
where her vehicle was parked. Forming a skirmish line with cross bows leveled,
they advanced towards her. She sat quietly in the drivers seat. Maybe she had
been speeding. Maybe someone did care. What would she say?, “Excuse me
officer the nuclear holocaust knocked down all the speed limit signs. You
know how these solar powered cars are they just drive so fast.” Unfortunately,
solar powered vehicles were about the slowest form of transportation around and
besides, these men were obviously not police officers.

As they neared her she released the catch on the window and opened it. The
lead man, who looked like a blind date she once had, licked his lips. She
smiled, gave a flirtatious wave and shot him with the tazer gun. He let out a
howl as twenty thousand volts immobilized him.

Jessica drove off, leaving the other two men staring at her in amazement. If
only they stayed that way. In her rear view mirror she could see the lead
man stagger to his feet. That wasn’t possible, the tazer gun was guaranteed
to immobilize an assailant for at least ten minutes. Now was not the time
to think about getting a refund.

He screamed to his companions as he ran towards his bike. They caught up
to her in no time. Keeping a safe distance the leader easily shot out one
of her back tires with a pistol. The car careened out of control and slammed
into a dune. Jessica’s head struck the windshield. In her daze she saw the
three men run up to her vehicle. The drivers side window was smashed with the
butt of a rifle and she was dragged out without a fight.

Everything was blurry as she was thrown on her back. One man pinned her
arms, the other her legs as the leader straddled her. He ripped open the front
of her environment suit. “No” she murmured, to dazed from her blow to the
head to put up a fight. As the leader’s hands worked lower, she saw a fourth
man running towards them.

With a terrifying speed, the new arrival struck the man holding her legs with
the butt of his rifle. As the leader turned, he received a similar blow to
the face and like his companion was put temporarily out of commission. The
man holding her arms began to draw a pistol from his belt.
Before it left its holster, he was on the ground holding his crotch. Having
been given a kick squarely in the genitals, he had no real alternative
but to writhe in pain. Jessica’s savior was on him before he could recover.
There was a slight gurgling noise as the throat of this assailant was cut.
Without wasting any time, the throats of the other two men were also slit,
this insured that they were both permanently out of commission.

Her knight in shiny armour turned out to be a knight in black leather.
Looking up from his knee high boots to his nearly military haircut, she
saw he was a veritable arsenal. With a knife strapped to his right leg,
a pistol slung low to his hip and a bandoleer of ammunition over one shoulder,
he was both handsome and threatening. He was around 5′10” with sandy blonde
hair, broad shoulders and a slim waist. The desert had hardened him; this only
added to his good looks and ferocity.

As he eyed her carefully, Jessica realized that her breasts were hanging out of
her torn jumpsuit. She pulled it over them and fixed her bra. “You aren’t
going to rape me?” she asked. Walking towards his car, he shook his head.
Jessica received conflicting feelings of relief and disappointment as the
stranger walked towards his car.

It was a black Rally Sport, Camaro, 1973 if Jessica’s guess was right. Before
the war she had dated a man obsessed with cars. Actually obsessed was a mild
term for his addiction and subsequent boring monologues on such exciting topics
as the improved carburetor intake valves in the 73 versus the 74 Camaro.
Maybe the nuclear holocaust had been a good thing.

Her savior started his car’s engine and drove it next to the bikes. With a
piece of plastic hose he started to syphon the fuel from the motorcycle
closest to his car. Once the syphonning process was started he walked back
towards her.

Jessica stood up, running her fingers through her hair, which now hung
loosely about her shoulders, she tried to compose herself. “I’d like to thank
you. My name is Jessica Martin.” she said extending her hand. He looked up
momentarily and began to search the former owners of the motorcycles.
He removed a variety of weapons and tools from each of them. Adding to
Jessica’s opinion that here was a man of fine breeding, he removed the leader’s
boots which looked to be in better shape than his own. This made Jessica’s
stomach turn; her hero was nothing more than a grave robber.

After depositing his loot in his car and starting the syphonning process
on another motorcycle, he walked towards Jessica’s
vehicle. With a wrench in one hand, he began sizing up the vehicle. “Excuse
me” Jessica stammered, “That’s my car and I would like to keep it in
one piece.” At her request he walked back towards his car and began taking
selected parts off one motorcycle.

In disgust Jessica walked to her car. It appeared to be hopelessly stuck in
the dune. Its motor refused to engage, probably because most of the battery
cells had been destroyed when she crashed. She picked up her food and what
gear she could carry and walked towards the Camaro. The third motorcycle was
now being syphonned and another bike was being stripped of useful parts.

“Excuse me”, she said “could you possible give me a ride north.”

“No” was the first word he spoke to her.

“Well, what do you expect me to do?”

“I don’t care” he replied as the flow of liquid began to dwindle from
the siphoning hose.

“You bastard. The only reason you saved me was so that you could get
more fuel for your car.” Jessica was angry, she had been used.

“No, the only reason why I saved you was that there are now three less
skags in the valley to give me trouble”.

Jessica’s anger calmed. “Take me with you.”

“No”

“Why?”

“I already have one too many mouthes to feed.”

“I have food.”

“Nope.”

In desperation and with a bit of desire, she added, “I’ll sleep with you”.

He stood up, grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her against him.
She could feel his leather jacket press against her breast. His kiss was
fierce but cold. Despite this it sent shivers through her entire body. One
top of the indignity of the forced kiss he added, “If I wanted
to sleep with you I would take you now. You are not my responsibility.”
She was angry, she had been rejected. There was a first time for everything.

Jessica thought for a moment. “I can give you fuel, food and weapons
if you can get me up to Arrow Point in the north.” His eyes lit up as
Jessica continued, “I’m from a group called the Saviors. We were placed in
cryogenic freeze before the war. After ten years the thermo units were set to
wake us up. We are all supposed to rendezvous at Arrow Point. We have
supplies and the technological know-how to start over.”

“Then, why are you alone?” he demanded.

“My companions’ thermo units failed somehow. I was the only survivor from
my group. There were nearly a hundred other groups. Those who survived
are heading towards Arrow Point”. She batted her eyelashes and tried to
look as helpless as possible. Jessica leaned forward slightly so that her
ripped jumpsuit would show off her breast. After all, this man was her
one chance at survival in this savage world.

The man leaned against his car contemplating the offer. Eyeing the dwindling
flow from the syphonning hose, he said “Alright, but on my terms.” Jessica
smiled, she still had a touch with men. She had coaxed him into taking her
along.

Fifteen minutes later Jessica and the stranger were travelling north.
Strapped into the passenger’s seat, she had both hands chained at her sides.
No matter how much she protested, he refused to have it any other way.
When he said “My terms”, he meant it. The wind blew her jumpsuit open as
they drove. It was no longer necessary for her to lean forward in order
to give him a view of her breasts. He could just look over at her, chained on
his terms and see what ever he wanted. Contrary to what she desired and
expected, he never took his eyes off the road.

He introduced himself as Jason, no last name, just Jason. Obviously,
he trusted no one. In his brief monologue, Jason told her that the valley was
ruled, for the most part, by a biker called The King. This biker leader,
had several dozen men under him who scavenged off the surrounding land and
sought to remove all undesirables from the area. They wanted total control of
the valley, while the undesirables, like Jason, sought to survive by
scavenging off the scavengers.

The main difficulty in heading north is that they would have to cross the
river. This meant either leaving the car and swimming across the cesspool
of a river, or driving across the bridge. Although the bridge was heavily
guarded, abandoning the car was not an alternative. Crossing the river was
the only way to drive out of the valley and therefore the only means of
accomplishing this was being protected. That way the King could keep
his own me from deserting and men like Jason from getting into the outside
world. More importantly, the bridge served to keep Jason’s car in the valley;
it was the most valuable item around, next to Jessica.

The roads were in fair shape as they drove. Jason’s skill at driving made
them seem in better shape then they actually were. His car made better time
than the solar power car had. On the back seat were the two battery cells
which had survived the crash of the solar car. This and some food was all
that Jason determined was salvageable from the solar car, besides Jessica.

As they drove he rested his hand on the shift. Confined by the
chain attached to her left wrist, Jessica could just barely
brush her finger tips against his hand. She did so as they drove, because
she longed for his attention and desired to please him. After all,
he had saved her life. He seemed not to notice. Giving in to instinct, he
let his hand wander and touch the side of her left breast. Her gasp of
pleasure awoke Jason from his trance. Quickly, he withdrew his hand, making
it a point not to let it rest on the stick shift anymore. Jessica wondered
why he didn’t find her desirable.

They stopped several miles from the bridge and pulled off behind a ridge.
Jason wanted to attempt the crossing at night, so there was nothing left to
do but wait out the rest of the day. Unlocking her hands, he placed
a chain around her neck. The other end of the new chain was locked to a
convenient log. Jessica sat obediently at the base of the log while
Jason lit a small fire and opened a can of food for dinner. She had no choice,
the chain around her neck kept her from running away and as an
extra precaution he had tied her hands behind her back.

As Jason heated the can over the flames, Jessica felt the gnawing of
hunger pangs. Dinner was only beef stew, but it smelt wonderful.
Jessica hadn’t eaten all day and before that, not for ten years.
After it reached the desired temperature, Jason placed the contents
of the can on a plate and began to devour it. “What about me?” Jessica
asked. This brought a smile to Jason’s face as he replied by reaching over
and striking her across the face. Following this momentary distraction,
he took a long swig from his canteen and resumed eating.

When he had finished nearly everything on his plate he slid it over to
Jessica. She looked up at him despising everything he stood for. Starving,
hands tied behind her back, she had no choice but to lick what remained of
dinner off the plate. Maintaining her strength was more important than saving
face. Once they reached Arrow Point he would pay. Surely, the Saviors
wouldn’t want such a man in their midst, nor would they allow him to exist in
the new world they would create.

Having finished what remained on the plate, Jessica lay her head down on the
log, hoping that she would sleep. This was a difficult task because she did
not find herself tired, rather she was strangely aroused. After ten years in
thermo freeze this was to be expected. It had nothing to do with her
travelling companion, the way he treated her or the way her fed her dinner.
Although the only man around was a barbarian, she couldn’t help but fantasize
that he would extract some kind of payment from her as they travelled north.
With these thoughts she drifted into sleep.

Jason nudged her with his boot. Jessica stirred and kissed his foot as she
slept. He nudged her a second time and she awoke as she prepared to kiss his
foot again. Jessica had dreamt he had torn away her foolish silver environment
suit and instead had given her several skimpy pieces of fur to wear.
Before she was allowed to accompany him to the north she was told she must
kiss his boots. She did so willingly, only to wake and discover it had
been a dream.

Night having fallen, he unchained her neck, allowing her to rise to her feet.
Leading her to the car, he chained her to the floor of the back seat. “Why
can’t I sit in the front seat?” she demanded.

Jason smiled, “If there is trouble, I don’t want my cargo damaged”.

“You bastard” she spat.

Jessica’s position did not provide her with a good view of the events which
transpired. From where she lay, it was obvious that Jason was driving at a
high speed towards the bridge. There was no light on dash board and therefore
she assumed he was driving without head lights. The ride was surprisingly
smooth despite the adverse conditions under which they travelled.
Once again she was impressed at his ability to drive. This time the
conditions were even worse, it was at night, without headlights,
on roads which had not been repaired in ten years. He truly was a rare breed
of man; she would make him pay for his arrogance.

The car accelerated suddenly. Jessica assumed that they had reached the
bridge. Bending her body upward she could see Jason with one hand
on the wheel and the other holding a pistol. The barrel was pointed out
the window. Firing several shots, he cut the wheel sharply as if
to avoid something. Thrown back on the floor by the sudden maneuver,
Jessica let out a scream as the windshield shattered spraying glass in all
directions. Even where she lay, shielded by the front seats, she was showered
by flying pieces of glass. As something large bounced off the hood of the
car, it did not waver from its course for a moment. Obviously, some `skag’
had gotten in Jason’s way. The car roared on steadily and Jessica realized
that they had reached safety.

After a seemingly endless amount off time Jason pulled over.
Lifting her carefully from the back seat, he asked if she was all right.
Jessica nodded, having been taken aback by his sudden change in attitude.
He had been so tender carrying her from the back seat and seemed to caress her
as he dusted the pieces of glass from the outside of her jumpsuit.

Jason’s face was covered with blood. This didn’t seem to bother him
and Jessica knew enough first aid to realize that even the smallest
facial wound bleeds torrents. Jessica felt a tinge of sadness as he removed
the neck chain and untied her hands. “Take off your clothes.” he said as
he removed his jacket. Jessica juiced in anticipation. He brushed
the glass off his shirt and shook his jacket out. Instead of throwing her
on her back and using her, he placed his jacket around her and shook the glass
out of her jump suit.

Ignoring her, he made sure there was no glass left in her jump suit. The only
passion he could muster was a look minor look of disdain for her foolish
choice of attire in a post nuclear world. Jessica could only glare at him.
She had been rejected again. With her standing there in only her skimpy
undergarments, how could he be immune to her beauty?

She took off his jacket and her bra exposing her breasts to him. Her nipples
were erect with desire but all Jason could muster was a perplexed look.
Jessica removed her lacy bra and brought it to her mouth in order to moisten
it. “Its cotton” she said “It is the only thing I have that will clean up
the blood properly.” This obviously did not include the first aid kit which
sat idly in her pack on the back seat.

Leaning forward she brought her left breast within inches of his mouth
as she wiped the blood from his face. For a moment his whole body
tightened. Almost immediately, Jason regained his composure as Jessica
felt his body relax again. Either he was gay or he had tremendous self
control. Jessica deliberately poked the cut on his forehead in a feigned
attempt to clean it. He didn’t flinch, although she knew it must have hurt.

Rejected, she stormed back to the car and got the first aide kit. Walking
back towards Jason she started to cry. “You faggot” she screamed, throwing
the kit at him. Easily ducking the projectile, he walked towards her. Jessica
longed and expected to be struck. Instead he stood there and for the first
time appeared to be unsure of what to do.

Still sobbing she cried, “You don’t love me. You don’t find me attractive.”

Jason took a step backwards, taken aback as her tears turned quickly
into anger. Lunging forward, her nails dug into his exposed shoulders.
Grabbing her arms, he forced her to the ground. Once he was occupied with her
razor sharp finger nails, Jessica brought her head up and sunk her teeth into
his shoulder. “You bitch” he grunted, striking her across the face with the
back of his hand.

Reeling from the blow, she fell back to the ground. He dove on top of
her as she brought her knee up to greet him. Twisting his hips to the side he
took the potentially fatal blow on his right thigh. One hand
grabbed both her wrists while the other tore her panties off.
Having removed the final obstacle from her body, Jason opened his pants.
Jessica’s hands were held over her head, she was helpless. He penetrated
her thrusting into her fiercely. Each blow brought him closer and closer
to ecstasy. Finally, he exploded inside her with one last powerful thrust.
Lying there, Jessica realized that she had been used; forced against her will
to give him pleasure, after all she was only a woman.

Jessica lay blissfully, in his arms. After a while, she crawled away
for a moment to where he discarded her neck chain. With the chain
dangling between her red lips, she crawled humbly back to him. Jason
smiled as he put the chain around her neck, fastening the other side
somewhere underneath the car.

He wrapped one arm around Jessica and clutched he long silky hair with
his free hand. “Listen to me” he said “I already lost someone special
in this bitch of a world. I’m not planning on loosing you. Do it my way, on
my terms and we will survive.”

“Yes, master” she replied as a tear of joy fell from her eye. Jessica
hoped she would make him happy. He loved her and had opened up to her
by letting her into his life. By overcoming his loss and loving her,
Jessica was left with no choice but to reciprocate his feelings by becoming
his slave.

The next morning Jessica woke to find a plate with the remainder of
breakfast on it. Without using her hands she ate it.

Jason was busy in the car. He had removed the shattered windshield and
was doing something behind the front seats. Removing the chain
from where it was fastened underneath the car he pulled Jessica to her feet.
“I made something for you.” he said.

The floor behind the front seats was covered with several blankets and
a piece of small fur. There was also a pillow there. “It is your
slave nest. We don’t want your beauty to attract undesired attention and
we wouldn’t want you hurt.”

“Yes, master” she replied.

“By the way”, he added, “I want you to use that piece of fur to make
yourself a more suitable outfit.” She nodded. “Also, I also don’t feel it
would be in my, I mean our best interest to head towards Arrow Point right
now. I think the `perfect’ society would be too restrictive.” Kissing her
he added, “I have everything I could possibly want right now.”

“Yes, master”, she cried giving him a kiss. “I will make an outfit
which I hope you will find pleasing.”

“I find the one you are wearing now quite pleasing”. With that he
placed her on all fours and took advantage of her lack of attire.

“Yes, master” she cried.

Fucked prego

Administrator — Wed, 11 Jul 2007 05:04:13 +0000

GRETA’S ITCH

Greta spent most of her mornings behind her desk, dutifully working.

She was a Dutch girl from Utrecht, and she took her job pretty seriously. But every now and then she clicked over to a Dutch women’s forum to read up on other women and their bumps. Most of the topics were standard – about hormones and the nesting instinct – but one caught her eye.

‘Does your pregnancy make you insatiable?’it read in Dutch. She went on to explore the list and read the testimonies of many different Dutch women who found themselves not only with morning sickness in the first trimester, but craving physical attention from their husbands.

Though she would blush to admit it to anyone in the office, these women were right. She had never felt (or it seemed looked) as sexy as she did when she was pregnant.

Her ash brown hair looked alive. The early wrinkles under her eyes seemed to heal up.

It must be a girl she thought – for all of these female hormones to be exploding all over her body.

‘Oh my God – it’s so sexy’ she thought. She thought of her husband Max fucking her the way he did. He was a really good lay – and he had a nice sized dick. Just the thoughts of sizing up her husbands elephant trunk exciting her and she thought she really just had to go pee to cool herself off, and let some of that hot piss satisfy her for now.

She got up from the desk and started to walk towards the door when Robert came in.

Robert was about 7 years younger than she was, she reckoned, and he was the cutest boy at work – the one that was a little shy, but with a sweet side. The one, who if stuck on a desert island with, she would have no problem using to continue the human species.

‘Good morning, Robert,’she said in her soft Germanic accent. ‘Good morning, Greta’he replied. There was something so comforting in his body – she thought. Whenever she had to get close to him in the office it was as if every muscle relaxed. Sex signals, she thought. Radar. She was no twit. Buts she had a date to go the restroom and to ease her itch.

In the restroom she guided herself towards the last stall and sat down. There was a newspaper on the floor and she began to read on about those funny Americans Jessica Simpson and Angelina Jolie – as her naked finger snaked its way up and down her ravine.

She looked down and she liked what she saw. She loved her vagina – and she loved it more now that she was pregnant. She loved tracing a signature over her pink lips and relished pushing her clit ever so slightly. She began to work her slender fingers and developed a sort of groove or rhythm as she read on about the news. She knew she really shouldn’t get off in the ladies toilet, but her finger kept its rhythm and so she began to squeeze her leg muscles and rub her flesh.

She began to think about Max and his big muscle and how it filled her box up. She really enjoyed the late night fuckings they had had. But she knew that not just Max could get her off in a quick way so she would have to go a little dirty. As she toyed with her wet flesh she began to envision another man – a bit silent, a bit dark, but handsome and warm – with a long body, and a long penis.

As he guided her to the bed in her fantasy she opened herself to him and let him have his way with her. She enthusiastically sucked him and let him have her ass and her face and finally her pussy – yes her pussy, where he would shoot his thick hot load. Mmm. The pleasure.

She continued to itch at herself – building a rhythm and embracing the strong man of her fantasy who took her ass, who took her everything, who used her like a rubber and threw her away.

Christ he was big. He stretched her with that big cock… GASP. When you withhold a loud orgasm the one that comes is a bit different and Greta essentially felt her body implode. It was like that idea of seeing stars. She felt a bit delirious and her body began to chill and convulse. Cold sweat built up on the back of her neck. She was light headed but then reclaimed her sense of place

‘Ah,’ She thought. ‘Now that is what English-speakers call ‘the big O.”

After she had calmed her pink pussy lips in the ladies, Greta returned to clarity. She remembered that Max was having a show that Thursday night in a comedy production in North Beach.

She had promised him to get as many of her coworkers to come, and so she dutifully announced to her coworkers when she got back from the ladies that they should all come and spend $5 to see Max and his colleagues perform at the church.

‘I’m going, Robert’ said matter of factly. ‘My girlfriend’s sister is in that show.’

Robert looked cute, Greta thought in a relaxed way. Maybe he was her mystery date in the ladies. ‘Oh,’ Greta smiled from behind her work station. ‘See you there.’

BARE AS A BODKIN

City Thursdays in Spring sometimes were wet and moist, sometimes were cold and windy, but on special occasions were humid and warm a prelude to summer.

Bars filled up after work, and all the good looking city people got together to drink beer, shoot pool, and engage in ancient courting rituals.

While Katrina and Robert needed neither spirits nor atmosphere to get their grooves on, they decided to have a few beers before catching her sister Lila in the show at St. Agnes.

The performance was called “Bare as a Bodkin” and it was some sort of raunchy take on Shakespeare. As they walked to the theater the two began to hold hands.

‘You know some people from work might be here tonight,’ Robert said trying to make small talk.

‘Oh yeah, who?’ asked Katrina. ‘Well, I know that Greta’s husband Max is performing, so I guess we’ll see Greta.’

‘Oh’ said Katrina. ‘That’s cool.’

Robert could tell that Katrina was a bit jealous. The truth was she knew that he probably liked her – she knew her boyfriend’s postures, his language, the way he said a woman’s name. Sensing his girlfriend’s apprehension he decided to proclaim her lack of accessibility to him.

‘Yeah, she’s expecting,’ he said.

‘Oh yeah?’ Katrina said, returning from her analytical detachment. ‘How far a long is she?’

‘Three months, ‘Robert answered.

When they got to St. Agnes they saw that it was going to be a big show. The line was out the church’s basement door and all sorts of hipster kids were outside smoking and joking.

Katrina and Robert waited in line, and slowly worked their way to the table where two young women, dressed as nymphs out of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, took their $10 and stamped their hands. They then proceeded into the main chamber, which was entirely black and surrounded by bleachers. Katrina and Robert worked their way up to the top of one side and got a good seat.

Robert strained to recognize any of the guys from work, but couldn’t see anybody. Then out of the corner of his eye he spied her shape across the stage and at the front row. She was dressed in a dark velvety dress and had on black heels. She looked SEXY.

The bleachers began to fill up until the whole room was heavy with breathing and anticipation – when one of the nymphs came on stage and launched into a very risque sonnet. The audience laughed, but Robert was preoccupied with the mass across from him. He thought about her bump and he felt a noticeable twang in his penis.

There were several men on stage, but Robert couldn’t tell which one was Max. He assumed he was the bigger guy – but who knew. All he knew is that he just wanted to keep sneaking glances at his coworker Greta, and he did until she got up about half an hour into the show – just about the same time he felt a pressure on his bladder from the beer he had had earlier.

He asked one of the non-acting nymphs to point him towards the restrooms and she instructed him to go through a series of doors towards the back of the church, behind the kitchen. He almost got lost, but finally wound his way through the maze to the men’s restroom where he let go of his huge burden. He cleaned himself off and buttoned up and turned around to leave, all the time thinking of Greta and her legs and her bump, and her smile. He ‘must have a crush’he thought, hoping that if he classified his emotions they would go away.

But then he saw her coming the opposite direction. In her gorgeous medieval outfit. Their eyes met and he felt like he had been shot with 120 volts of energy.

‘Hi Greta.’

‘Oh – it’s so good you came,’ she said. She seemed cheerful and less industrious than her normal workself. They exchanged a bit of awkward body language but then Robert blurted out ‘You look really nice tonight.’

‘Thank you, so do you’ she said. This was terrible he thought. He had to do something. He had to say something, and the alcohol in his system just let his true thoughts slip out without warning.

‘I think you look really nice – especially because you are pregnant,’ he said.

‘Oh you are not the only one who has noticed,’ Greta replied with a grin. ‘I have noticed too. I think I am having a girl because of all this estrogen in my body. ‘She reached down and touched her bump and moved closer to him.

‘Here, feel,’ she said. ‘Feel my bump.’ She pulled her nervous hand closer and put it on her belly.

The bump felt somewhere between soft and hard. He was nervous to touch it too heavily, but felt calmed by the bump. She looked up at him, a kind of deep glare in her eyes and breathed heavily. ‘You know Robert,’ she said with a hysterical tinge to her voice.

‘I really want to kiss you. Will you kiss me?’

he leaned forward and kissed her forehead and then her nose, and then…my God…her mouth. ‘I just feel so sexy since I have been pregnant,’ Greta said sensitively, wrapping her arms around his tree trunk of a waist. ‘I just feel so aroused all the time.’

They began to kiss and Robert felt like a 14 year old in the middle of his first time. The air seemed so cold and he felt afraid because he was kissing another man’s wife, and afraid because she was pregnant, but overwhelmed by whatever pheromones escaped from her body and deeply in love with her scent, a scent he had breathed so deeply.

‘Please come with me’ she said, leading him down a hall way through a door to a dark room. She flicked on a switch and there hung many robes worn by priests and lay people.

‘Here’ she said, ‘help me take this thing off.’ Robert helped her lift the skirt off her trim body revealing nothing underneath but her angelic form – her tiny, yet swollen breasts, like a 15 year-old’s, so soft they would fit perfect in his hand. And of course her tummy, which started at the base of her rib cage, and protruded out in a natural arc just like he had thought of – perfect, hot and growing.

‘Can I?,’Robert hesitated. ‘Can I kiss it?’ She planted hot kisses on his cheeks and guided his face down to her bump. He kneeled before her and began to plant little daisies of kisses along the lining of her skin, hiding them in her pelvic valleys, and stopping to feel her curly black pubic hair tickle his chin.

She looked so gorgeous in the cloakroom light and he felt a bit overwhelmed down on his knees. But he stood up and she began to unbutton his shirt and pants. They soon were both completely hot and naked and she decided to take advantage of the situation.

‘Robert – I want you to fuck me’she said. ‘I want you in every orifice of me’she said as she guided his cock towards her thigh. She then slowly kneeled down and began to plant kisses along his rod, looking up to savor the feeling of another man’s big dick in her palm. Robert, as she expected, was quite long and thick and engorged by the sight of her angelic body. She felt so hot as she let his big thickness come into her mouth. She toyed with his p-spot as he grabbed masses of her hair and stood at attention and continued to bob her head up and down on his big dick. He mumbled and a certain giddiness began to spur in his testes as the night air hit his shaft as she savored him. He thought about where he would fuck her, in her throat, in her puckered little ass, that tight little ass, and finally deep in her mystic oven, where the next generation was brewing.